#and the growly one keeps growling

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Takeout Box

** this came to me in a fever dream and now y'all have to read it too**

Jason wasn’t entirely sure what to do. There was a large cardboard box on his doorstep, and not only was it faintly glowing green, it was also rattling and making muffled noises. He considered the possibility of Ivy, Harley, and Selina dropping off a box of feral cats, but surely they wouldn’t target Jason “Peters”, right?

With most strange doorstep boxes, he might have called for backup immediately. In fact, he ought to call for this box, especially with the sticky note on top. “Caution- May Bite”

It couldn’t be a bomb, what with the shaking and the noises.

Jason’s ears caught the sounds of his next door neighbor moving around their apartment, and he made up his mind. He could call the other bats after the suspicious box was out of the open.

With great care, he slipped on his oven mitts (better safe than sorry) and gingerly began pulling the box inside. It was heavier than he’d been expecting, but not more than he could handle by himself, which he thanked some unseen deity for. The movement stilled to a whisper almost as soon as the first edge of the box cleared the doorway, and the noises also calmed down some.

Once he’d gotten the box far enough into the apartment to close the door, he began circling it, looking for more identifying markings. He found himself sorely disappointed- the only visible symbols belonged to the note.

Three distinct knocks sounded from the box, nearly scaring Jason out of his skin.

“Hello?”

Three knocks again.

“Is someone- in there?”

Three knocks, more urgent this time.

Well. Fuck.

“Okay, okay, just, be still a moment?”

Carefully, one hand still protected by an oven mitt, Jason dug out a knife and slid it shallowly through the tape holding the box together. With the other hand he reached into his pocket for his phone to tap out an emergency code.

At least one bat would be coming through his window within fifteen minutes, and Jason could hold out until then if the person was hostile, but he wasn’t leaving someone trapped in a box.

He pulled the flaps open to reveal not one, but two dark haired children bound and gagged, curled up around each other. The one on the left growled a little around the gag, only for the other one to bump purposefully into them in reproach.

“Holy shit.”

Crap. No. Cursing around kids was bad. Bad Jason.

In a stroke of stupidity, he reached down and undid the gag on the growly one first, only to find sharp teeth digging into his hand after he pulled the piece of cloth away.

“Hey! No, stop that! Fuck, kid, I’m trying to help!”

The other kid made a small noise, and Bitey let go. Jason grimaced, but moved so that he could undo the other gag.

Calm took several deep breaths once the gag was off, and Jason wondered how, exactly, the kids had been breathing up until he opened the box. Their noses hadn’t been covered, but- Cardboard boxes were not conducive to breathing.

Instead of asking questions, Jason busied himself untying the kids, taking care not to let his hands go near Bitey’s mouth again. He figured he could ask questions while he found all the knots.

“So- what’s your story?”

Calm snickered.

“You’re bad at this.”

With a shrug, Jason tugged another knot loose. He didn’t want to use a knife this close to the kids. Kids were wiggly, right?

“Well, pardon me for not expecting a pair of kids at my front door.”

“I’m Danny and she’s Ellie. We were told that we’d find family here.”

“Who told you that?”

Now that the two were free, they looked at each other. Bitey- no, Ellie, was the first to speak up.

“CW did. Just so you know, no returns or refunds, the receipt was lost the moment you brought us inside.”

Danny smacked Ellie on the side of the head.

“He doesn’t have to keep us, Ellie. We can find some empty house to live in or something if he doesn’t want to. CW said we just had to live here for a few years, nothing about having a guardian.”

“Danny, we’re eight.”

Jason was about to ask who this ‘CW’ was, but Danny continued planning to live homeless in Gotham.

“We’ll just leave this haunt- you can feel it, he doesn’t want us here. Surely the Lady will shelter us until CW comes to pick us up.”

Ellie reached up to scratch at the back of her neck, and Jason could see a rash blooming on her arm. When he looked over at Danny, who was still muttering about asking for sanctuary in Gotham, the boy also had a flush of red rash spreading across his face.

There must be an allergen in the box.

“Let’s- get out of the box. And get you two wiped down for irritants.”

Danny shrugged and scratched at his own skin.

“It’s your haunt- we can’t be here if you don’t want us here. Well, we can, but it hurts.”

“My apartment hurts you?”

Ellie nodded, sitting on her hands to keep from scratching herself.

“It stopped when you brought the box inside, but- well.”

The two helped each other stand and clamber out of the box. Once they were no longer touching the glowing cardboard, it disappeared, leaving behind the sticky note. Ellie scooped it up, showed it to Danny, who shrugged, and then stuffed it in her mouth.

Jason startled.

“Hey! That’s evidence!”

“Goop now,” said Ellie, still chewing.

Danny took Ellie’s hand and started pulling her towards the door, and Jason could see even more of the bright red rash on the back of the boy’s legs.

“We’ll get out of your hair, Avenger. Sorry to drop in.”

“Danny!”

Ellie dug her heels in.

“It’s safer here! CW said it would be- even,” her voice dropped low, and her eyes darted around a little. “Even Dan said the Avenger would be safe. And if Dan said it-“

Jason decided to circle around and stop the kids before Danny pulled his sister out the door.

“Why would it be safer here with me?”

“Because you’re like us.” Danny and Ellie spoke at the same time.

To Jason’s extreme relief, Nightwing slid in through the window in the apartment kitchen just in time to have heard the kids.

“How is he like you?” Dick was smiling widely, but Jason could see the tension beneath the smile.

“He died and came back different.”

Dick’s smile instantly dropped, and the room went silent. Jason stared at the kids, and the kids stared resolutely back. They hadn’t turned to look at Dick at all, not even when he had spoken.

He could see the rashes start to recede, first from Ellie (sue him, he liked that she bit) and then Danny.

“I’m telling B.”

“Don’t you dare, Dickhead. I’ll tell him he’s got grandkids myself.”

The kids looked at each other and then back up to Jason.

“You’re keeping us?” Ellie’s voice was small, and her tone was different from anything Jason had heard from her so far.

With a firm nod, Jason patted their shoulders, turning them to face inside the apartment instead of the door.

“Sure. Us undead have to stick together, you know?”

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hey, I enjoy your writing and was curious if I could request the brothers reacting to an MC who gets quietly flustered if they hear the brothers growl or speak demonic/infernal near them? (I kinda headcanon that it's a fairly growly language) I'll leave the length up to you and if you're up for it I wouldn't mind some NSFW. Hope you're having a good day!

Okay yes it did take me too long to write this but I've been busy! I'm sorry! I'll try to be more dedicated next time when writing.. anyway I hope you enjoy this one.

Summary: The brothers let out a demonic growl that MC enjoys a little too much..

Contains: NSFW

Warnings: 18+ (Minors do not interact)

Fem!reader x each of the brothers.

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

Demonic rumbles and desire

Lucifer

It was late into he night. You were keeping the eldest company while he was doing paperwork in his study. Suddenly Lucifer’s deep, instinctive growl rumbled through the room as he encountered yet another frustrating report. Without looking up, he felt your eyes on him, your slightly flushed cheeks giving you away. He let his growl linger a moment longer, enjoying the way it makes you fidget. You felt a shiver run down your spine and a warm sensation spread through your body. You're cheeks were flushed red and you had a feeling that to every growl the demon let out the colour of your cheeks turned into a darker shade. Realizing how much his dark, authoritative tone is affecting you, he chuckled and shook his head.

-"Enjoying the sound of my voice, are you?" –The demon spoke as he finished writing another sentence before leaving the pen on the desk and looking up at you. You manage out and awkward smile, trying to hide exactly how much the sound of his growl had turned you on. But it's no use. Lucifer is so used to reading your body language that it's almost like he knows what you're feeling. He chuckled again.

-"It's no use trying to hide it, MC." –He spoke again, the sound of his voice more demonic, deep and intimidating than it already was. It was obvious that he was trying to get a reaction out of you. And it was no surprise to neither one of you that you clearly and visualy expressed admiration and arousal to the forsaken sound of the demon's voice. He raised from his seat and slowly made his way to you. You swear you can almost hear your heart pumping in your chest. Your breathing was faster and more shallow, expressing your excitement even more.

-"Don't stare at me like that, MC.." –He murmured as his hands found your hips and pulled you flush against his body.

-"Not at least if you don't want me to lose control." –You quickly look away from him which earns you a low chuckle. With his right hand he grasps your chin and turns your head to face him before crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was deep and desperate, full of pent up tension Lucifer had stored for a few days. Soon enough be pulled away with a growl before throwing you over his shoulder and emerging from the study onto his way to his room.

-"Heyy!! What are you doing?? What about your paperwork??" –You question to which you earn a demonic grunt.

-"Paperwork is going to have to wait. It isn't my main priority anyway." – You feel your cheeks heat up even more to his words.You hold onto the demon for dear life as he carries you. Upon reaching the bed in his room you're fast thrown onto it and before you can acknowledge your surroundings Lucifer is on top of you, his hands wandering, taking off clothes and ripping fabrics that keep you away from him. And after a few kisses he planted from your neck down to your tummy he finds himself between your legs, feasting on your juices like a starving man. At this moment he felt like he understood Beel. Understood what true hunger felt like. His skilled tongue lapped at your folds, eating you out. One of his hands crept up your inner thigh before finding it's way to your entrance. The demon pushed two fingers inside to which you let out a satisfied moan. He chuckled against your cunt and continued his assault to your pussy. His fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue, skillfully attended to your bundle of nerves. You could feel him smile at every sound you let out but made sure to bite down on your clit on a few particularly louder ones.

And so as the night continued Lucifer brought you to a climax countless times before both you and him were properly satisfied.

Mammon

You decided to accompany the second oldest to the casino today since toh had nothing else better to do plus Lucifer wasn't home to scold you for going with Mammon. An amazing opportunity right? You were sitting in the cushion couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone while the demon placed bets on the horse riding machine. Suddenly his frustration hit a peak when he lost another bet, a throaty growl escaped before he even realized it. You stopper in your tracks, cheeks reddening but you didn't look up, hoping the demon wouldn't notice. But you couldn't really hide this from the Avatar of Greed now could you? When he glanced over and saw your flustered expression, he suddenly forgot all about his losses. -“So, ya like it when I’m a little rough, huh?” He grins, his voice dropping as he lets a few demonic words slip.

-"Never said I do." –You try to act nonchalant, typing away something in the calculator of your phone but your pink cheeks are giving you away. And you know it even if you deny it at every opportunity you get.

-"Then why're ya flustered, huh?" –He asks and takes a few steps closer to you with his hands crossed over his chest and head easier high into the sky.

-"Flustered? No. It's just that the temperatures are high here. Damn can't somebody open a window in this casino?? – You lie but failed to notice how close Mammon had come and he chuckles to your dumbfounded expression.

-"Whatcha calculatin'? How much I'm turning ya on?" –He asks and takes a seat next to you, grabbing the phone from your hands.

-"It's not what it looks like! Give me my phone back!!" –You speak and reach to grab your phone from Mammon's hands but he moves it out of reach.

-"Perhaps I should make you pay for that phone if ya want it back hm?" – He says with a mischievous look on his face. You groan and roll your eyes.

-"What is it?" –You ask.

-"Do tell, MC. Does my voice turn you on?" –He speaks again making sure to add the forsaken demonic note in his voice you so love.

-"Isn't it obvious or are you too stupid to notice?"

-"Who you callin' stupid, huh? Hm. I think I have a better price to win tonight rather than money..." – With those words the demon grabs your arm and pulls you along with him to the VIP rooms. Upon closing the door he yanks you to him and crashes his lips to yours in a heated kiss while walking you to the couch at the end of the room. He pushes you down onto it and undressed himself before moving onto you. He hurriedly takes off your clothes while leaving desperate kisses all over your neck, jaw and face. His hands explore your body, finding your most sensitive places with ease. His fingers grace the skin of your inner thighs before moving up to your aching pussy. His smile widens upon seeing that you're already ready for him and he doesn't waste any time before delving his fingers inside you. You let out a sharp moan as he hits all the right spots with his surprisingly skilled fingers. He continued pumping them in and out of you while leaving desperate kisses all over. It didn't take long at all before you became a squirming and whimpering mess below the demon of greed.

Leviathan

You were in the third-born's room, gaming with him. It was late into the night. You guys were on the fifth game for the night. You weren't tired, in fact you wer ready to face another few games and so was Leviathan. But this game was harder than the other four you had played tonight. You'd usually spend around ten minutes before beating the game yet you weren't even half way through when the 30 minutes hit. You were loosing and loosing. It was getting irritating for the both of you. And even if you remained composed, letting out an irritated sigh from time to time the demon didn't seem to be the same. And when you lost again he finally snapped, letting out a low, irritated, demonic growl and throwing the controller to the ground. You felt your cheeks redden at the sound. It wasn't like anything you've ever heard before from Levi. It sounded so dominant, so demonic and so.. soo sexy. You swallowed and looked away from the demon in an attempt to hide your blush. But that didn't remain unnoticed by the third born. He immediately turned to you, with a concerned look in his eyes.

-"MC? What's wrong..? Did I.. scare you?" –He asked with a gentle tone in his voice, trying not to let out a sound that could have the same effect on you as the last one.

-"Scare me? No, Levi. Not at all." –You say and look down at your hands, fidgeting your fingers, hoping the demon would just drop the topic.

-"Then why do you look like this? Usually I'm the one that's all awkward and embarrassed.." –He mumbled as his concerned gaze loomed over you.

-"It's just that.. the growl you let out kind of.. turned me on.." –You say, desperately hoping you didn't sound like Asmodeus. The demon's cheeks immediately turned red and he looked away from you. He mumbled something to himself before letting out a shaky sigh.

-"It.. it t-t-turned you o-o-on..? Y-you mean my.. g-growl?" –He stuttered, staring emptily at the screen in front of you.

-"Yeah.. it just sounded so.. demonic.. so.. manly.. you don't even know.." –You words echo through the room, followed by an awkward chuckle, hoping you didn't complicate things with your overly inappropriate comment.

-"So.. my.. my demonic voice t-turns you on..?" –He spoke in that same low and intimidating voice that could make shivers run down the spines of simple people.

-"It does.." –You bite your lip and finally gain the courage to look back at the demon. He still had that red blush on his cheeks though he looked more... Rough and dominant in a way.

-"You know..this situation kind of reminds me of that one anime I watched not too long ago.. Do you know what followed after the heroine confessed her attraction to the main lead's voice?" –He asked, his form creeping closer and closer to you.

-"What?" –You breathe, watching his every move intently.

-"They did it.. and by did it.. you know exactly what I mean... So don't ask.." –He reached you and drags his fingers down your arm which causes shivers to run down your spine. Suddenly you feel bold and move so youre sitting onto the demon's lap. His cheeks took a deeper shade of red though he didn't disappoint and moved his hands to your hips. You leaned down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, full of longing which he returned. You slowly took off his clothes, caressing his skin and admiring the view. He had an amazing body for a shut-in. You couldn't deny that. The touch of your fingers against his abdomen stirred a feeling of longing inside the demon. He let out another demonic growl before taking the shirt off of your body, followed by your pants and underwear. He didn't waste any time before pushing his dick inside you which caused you to see stars though his cheeks remained that same deep red colour as before. He was sensual. Slow and gentle. He usually wasn't one to fuck like an animal unlike some of his brothers though his movements were frantic and unsure. Nonetheless he managed to bring you to that desired peak just as he intended.

Satan

On one peaceful afternoon you were keeping Satan company while he was reading. You sat there next to him, admiring the features on his focused face. He looked so composed and peaceful. As well as really handsome. Just like always. That's when suddenly you heard deep, dangerous growl leave his mouth which left you wide-eyed. You stared at the fourth-born with shock in your eyes yet you could feel your cheeks heat up. You've never heard him make such a sound before yet it was the most attractive thing you've ever heard. Satan wasn't usually one to be rough and dominant. Most of the time he'd be gentle and caring which of course is his charm and you weren't complaining but this new side of him wasn't unwelcome as well. After a short while he noticed you staring and stopped reading to look at you.

-"Sorry, MC. It's just this book is testing my patience. I hope I didn't scare you." He speaks in the usual gentle voice that usually makes you smile though this time it was different.

-"No you didn't scare me at all.. actually it sounded.. umm.. n-nice?" –The blush on your cheeks became more prominent upon saying those words and you watched as the demon froze in his tracks.

-"Oh so it's like that huh? You like the sound of my voice, MC?" –He spoke in that same demonic way that could make you weak in the knees and close his book, leaving it next to him on the couch. His eyes were shining with newfound lust he usually doesn't make obvious. You took a deep breath to compose yourself before speaking.

-"Yes.. I think you sound attractive.."

-"Attractive? You say? I'm flattered, MC." –He got closer to you and his hands found their way to your hips. You swallowed a limp that was forming in your throat as shivers ran down your spine from the sensation of his touch. It was like fire was burning through you. A fire that you couldn't stop. And you were pretty sure that Satan was feeling the same.

With one swift motion he moved you onto his lap as his lips found yours in a heated, desperate kiss.

-"I've been wanting to blow off some steam.. and you seem like the perfect way to do so.." –He mumbles as his lips move down your jaw to your neck, peppering you with warm kisses and red love marks. You were pretty sure that your cheeks couldn't get to a deeper blush but the demon of wrath proved you wrong once again. He gently traced the skin under your clothes, squeezing and caressing your curves before he got to that desired point where you wanted him the most. He swiftly teased you, not touching exactly where you wanted him to. His touch was as light as feather, driving you just the right amount of crazy. And when you finally thought you've had enough and had almost reached a point of overstimulation he stuck one of his fingers inside you, moving it in and out, his long finger hitting all the right places. Soon enough he added another one, provoking a moan out of you. The sensation was unlike something you've ever felt before. It was the best thing you've ever experienced. The most pleasure you've ever felt. And you knew this wouldn't be the end of it. Not even close.

By the end of the evening the demon brought you to many climaxes, always with that uncharacteristic pride in his eyes and fire in his touch.

Asmodeus

You and the fifth-born were getting ready to go out together. Or rather.. you were waiting for him to get ready since you were already done. You sat on his bed, scrolling on your phone while he was doing his makeup. Suddenly a low, irritated demon growl comes out of his mouth which stops you in your tracks. You glance up and look at him in the mirror with pink cheeks. The demon's eyeliner had smudged again for maybe the 7th time today and Asmo was getting to his peak. It's always annoying when you have to re-do one thing over and over again. Especially when it comes to make up. But the thing is that you've never heard such a sound come out of Asmo's mouth. It sounded so hot.. so demanding.. so rough... Which wasn't one of Asmo's characteristics. He's usually gentle, taking his time with you, praising you with the lustiest voice he could manage. It's rare when he's rougher than how he usually is. And then he noticed you staring. He looked into your eyes through the reflection of the mirror, the irritation that was gnawing on his face just seconds ago was gone and replaced by his usual flirtatious, lustful gaze that could make anyone melt away.

-"You're blushing, MC? So you like it when I'm rough hm?" –The demon chuckled and closed his eyeliner, leaving it on the table. He turned his chair towards you and crossed his legs, gazing at you with a curiously, lustful look.

-"It's just.. I..I've never heard you make such a s-sound before." –You mutter, stuttering and looking away in an attempt to hide the blush that was spreading on your cheeks.

-"Awh my sweet MC~ there is no need to be shy.. Come on, hon. Look at me~" –He said as he slowly stood up and made his way to the bed where you were sitting. He reached and grabbed you chin, turning it towards himself, rougher than usual. You swear you could feel shivers run through you and fire from the trace of his fingers that caressed your arm. He traced your bottom lip with his thumb gently before forcefully pulling you closer into a heated kiss. It was full of passion and an unusual longing. Perhaps because deep down he's always wanted to be rough with you. And now it's like a dream come true to him.

He pushed you down onto the bed and climbed on too of you before hurriedly unbuttoning the buttons of your shirt. Not long after the shirt falls off of your chest and pools over your shoulders but Asmodeus pulls it off. He breaks the kiss and looks at you with undeniable passion and longing in his eyes. You knew if you tried to change the topic you probably wouldn't succeed so you remained silent while his hands quickly removed the rest of your clothing as well as his. Soon enough you found yourself gasping, panting and beginning him to touch you but he continued to tease youz leaving hungry kisses all over your body but not where you wanted them. Sucking on parts of your skin, leaving tiny love bites. His fingers were gracing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine but now enough to bring you to the big of ecstasy. Though the demon seemed to enjoy it. And finally after a long time of pleading and whimpering he decided to drive his fingers down your slit, making you gasp. His fingers were working on your clit while his mouth was all over your neck, collarbone and chest. It all felt almost too much. He knew exactly where and how to touch you to make you see stars which was so irritating but oh it felt so good. His fingers dove inside you, working you in and out, reaching that one spot inside you that finally brought you over the edge. It's needless to say that not only Asmo but you as well were pleased tonight.

Beelzebub

It was late in the evening, and you found yourself in the kitchen with Beelzebub, a quiet moment that quickly became charged. His stomach growled loudly, the sound echoing like a beast’s roar, and your cheeks flushed as his own low, rumbling growl followed. Beel’s violet eyes flicked to you, darkened with something more than hunger.

Noticing your reaction, he hesitated, his smile shy for a moment—until the more demonic side of him took over. “You look like something I could devour,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a tone that made your pulse race.

Before you could respond, his large hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. His touch was possessive, his heat overwhelming, and his lips brushed your ear as he whispered in infernal. The dark, guttural sounds sent shivers through your body, their meaning lost, but the intent all too clear.

Beel trailed kisses down your neck, his growls deepening as he tasted your skin. His sharp teeth grazed lightly, a teasing contrast to his gentle kisses, and your breath hitched. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked, his voice rough, his hands exploring with growing urgency.

Your whispered response was all it took for his restraint to snap. With a growl that was all hunger and desire, he lifted you easily, setting you on the countertop. His lips crashed into yours, the kiss desperate and consuming, his tongue claiming you in a way that left you breathless.

His hands made quick work of your clothes, his growls turning frustrated at each barrier until you were bare before him. “You’re sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin as he kissed his way lower.

When his mouth found your inner thigh, he nipped playfully, soothing the bite with his tongue. Your whimper spurred him on, his gaze locking onto yours as he settled between your legs. “Patience,” he growled, though his own restraint was clearly slipping. “I want to savor you.”

His tongue met your sensitive folds, and the pleasure was instant, a gasp escaping your lips. Beel devoured you like you were his favorite meal, his growls vibrating against you as he worked. His fingers joined in, curling perfectly, and the combination of his skill and hunger had you clutching the counter for support.

Your cries of pleasure only seemed to fuel him, his growls turning into pleased chuckles as he pushed you closer to the edge. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he muttered, before diving back in, his relentless hunger leaving you trembling beneath him.

When he finally let you collapse in his arms, his usual sweetness returned as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I told you I was hungry,” he teased, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Belphegor

It was late in the afternoon, and you sat quietly beside Belphegor, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he napped. Suddenly, a low, guttural growl slipped from his throat as he stirred awake, his eyes opening just enough to catch the blush painting your cheeks. A lazy, mischievous smile spread across his lips.

“Hmm? Did I wake you with that?” he murmured, his voice husky and thick with sleep, the growl in his tone deliberate now. He stretched languidly, his movements slow and teasing, before hooking an arm around your waist and tugging you down into bed with him.

You gasped as your back hit the soft mattress, Belphie rolling onto his side to press you beneath him. His half-lidded gaze drank you in, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re blushing,” he murmured, his deep, rumbling voice sending shivers down your spine.

The first kiss he pressed to your neck was slow and soft, but as his lips lingered, you could feel the tension building in the way his teeth grazed your skin. He let out another growl, the sound vibrating against you, and began murmuring in demonic, the words incomprehensible but dripping with intent. The sinful edge to his voice made your breath hitch, which only spurred him on.

“You’re so sensitive,” he teased, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers tracing the soft skin of your stomach before trailing higher. His lips never left your neck, alternating between kisses and playful nips, each one followed by a low rumble that made you arch beneath him.

Belphie’s smirk widened as his hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. “Let me wake you up properly,” he muttered, his voice heavy with desire. He pressed his palm against your heat, a satisfied chuckle escaping him as he felt your body react. “See? You’re already so eager for me.”

Before you could respond, his lips captured yours in a kiss that was anything but lazy, his tongue claiming you with slow, deliberate strokes. His fingers moved expertly between your legs, teasing your folds until you were squirming under his touch. The groan he let out was dark and needy as he pushed a finger inside you, his pace torturously slow.

“You’re making it so hard to stay sleepy,” he murmured, his voice full of mock complaint as his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles that made your head spin. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breaths shallow and warm against your lips as he watched every expression you made. “I want to hear you, MC. Don’t hold back.”

You whimpered as his pace quickened, his growls growing more frequent as his fingers worked you closer to the edge. When he added another finger, curling them just right, your moan pulled a satisfied laugh from him. “That’s it,” he said, his voice a lazy purr, though his actions were anything but. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

As your climax washed over you, Belphie leaned down, kissing you deeply to swallow your cries. He didn’t stop, his fingers slowing just enough to draw out every last wave of pleasure before pulling away. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “See? Who needs sleep when we can spend the day like this?”

The glint in his eye told you he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

[revelboo]

Hello! I usually don't post much here in these ask Boxes, but seeing your writing style made me have thoughts about ..... I don't know if you saw TFE(earthspark) but if so, can you write something about megatron?? 😘👍😔💅 (I'm literally addicted to everything you post)

Haha I do adore Rory McCann’s lovely, growly voice.

Give Up/Give In

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• That mad laughter rings in his processor as he transforms and reaches, only to find Skywarp already gone. Weapon fire slamming into his back right before Starscream slams into him, driving him down to the ground. He’s dimly aware of brakes squealing, something colliding with his ped. Humans screaming and running from the fire fight, but there’s no time to lure the Seekers out of the middle of town. They’re darting away before he can bring his canon to bear. The three clever enough to know that he’s stronger, but they’re faster. All they have to do is keep moving. Servos tightening into a fist, he bares his denta at Skywarp. “Come on then!” He roars in challenge.

• They came from out of nowhere, Cybertronians fighting. Sure you’d seen this sort of thing on TV, but it was always a distant horror. Something that didn’t happen in your town. Slamming on the brakes, you hear tires squealing before another driver slams into your sedan, caving in the driver’s side door as pain sears through you and then your head is snapped back when the airbag goes off. From far too close, those massive aliens are brawling, and you watch the gray one step on an abandoned car flattening it and not even noticing. Clawing at your seatbelt, you see the guy who hit you stagger out of his truck. “Help! I’m stuck!” You scream at him and he hesitates. For one brief moment you think he’s going to actually come over, then something explodes and he’s running away. Leaving you.

• There’s guilt there in the back of his processor as he fights his former allies. His followers who believed in him. Needed him to be their rallying cry for change. For a better life. Understands their hatred and how they see his actions as betrayal. But he can’t let the weight of his failures cripple him now. A blow to the back of his head. A kick to his shoulder. Weapon’s fire to the face. Staying out of reach, because they know as well as he does if he gets his servos on them it’s over. And just like the last two times in as many days, the attack stops. The trio warping away without any clever words or sneering. Looking for weaknesses. Testing him. Baring his denta with a snarl, he steps back and something crunches under his ped, a ragged noise of pain freezing him.

• The ruin of your car tips up slightly as that massive foot steps on the hood. It’ll step back any minute, crushing you and never even noticing. Then that foot moves and he’s crouching down. Megatron. How many times have you seen this one on TV? The reformed warlord. Huge fingers grip the roof of your car and just pull it away so easily. Glowing red eyes staring down at you as he frowns. “Easy, little one,” he says and that low, growling voice rolls over you. When he wrenches the door from the car frame, you become aware of the pain and the wetness at the same time, a ragged scream tearing from your throat.

• There’d been no time to worry over the humans and, if he’s being honest, he hadn’t spared them any thought at all. While he protects Dorothy and her family, the rest have never actually mattered to him. Just more collateral damage of the war. The little human’s screams taper off to a panicked wheezing as he breaks the seatbelt and lifts them free. The red blood making him remember Dorothy hurt, bleeding out and still trying to fight. Defiant. You’re not her. Trembling in his servos, eyes wide and terrified as you look up at him. “Please,” you whisper and he’s frozen. Because you need him and he isn’t sure what to do.

Next

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

Brattamer!Simon Riley x Bratty!Reader

Title: Date Night Teasing

Synopsis: You're a tease in your pretty skirt and blouse, and Simon doesn't like that very much, so he punishes you <3

Warning: yeah, spanking. I have a fetish and there is NOT enough spanking content.

AN: I'm literally about to post smut I swear 🙏 and I'll make a master list soon <3

He took you to the NICEST restaurant, dressed in a suit and tie. He has his hair styles back, just the smallest bit of stubble--looked like the man of your dreams. You? You wore something skimpier than usual, that damn skirt went to your midthigh and you KNEW it bothered him. Your blouse had buttons. That was the scene of the crime.

"It's hot in here.." You whine, repressing a smirk as best as possible as you unbutton your button. Then another button.

Your cleavage is visible (or, at least, very visible to him) and he despises it. His eyes trail down from your eyes, to your lips, right down to your tits.

He lets out a low growly sound, "Tonight," he grumbles, not elaborating further.

And now it's tonight.

As soon as you get home he doesn't even let you take off your pesky heels. His shoes come off, then his belt, and he grabs your wrist, "C'mon," he growls out.

He leads you to your bedroom, you're clunking around in your heels, but you know exactly what's about to happen.

Simon sits down and pats his lap, "Over my damn knee," he grumbles, scowling a little.

You bend over his knee like he asked and he pulls your pretty skirt up to your stomach. Then, he shoves the thin material of your panties down to your ankles. You look up at him with an apologetic look and he doesn't look amused.

"You're countin' each one out and the second you're wrong I'm restartin'," Simon states, kneading at your ass meat.

"Yes sir.." you pitifully respond, a frown on your gentle features.

His hands comes down, striking your left ass cheek. Then, he clears his throat expectantly just so you respond, "One.."

He keeps striking, each one causing tears to either prick your eyes or actually roll down you cheek, each one being counted.

After about twenty (and SO much degradation), Simon extends a hand to you, "C'mon, ge' up now. You're done, mutt." You take Simon's hand, crawling off from over Simon's knee.

He pulls out up onto his lap, fixing your dress's skirt, "Yeah.. I know.. but dir'y girls like ya need punished, yeah?" He runs his hands through you hair, his other arm holding you by your back rather tight.

"Took your punishment so well.. might have ta reward ya now.." he rumbles into your ear, his hands moving to your sides, "tha' wha' ya want? Rewarded?"

You can't control the pitiful little nod, or the "yes, please.." that falls from your pouty lips.

[obsessivestar]

ted and schlatt going at u from both sides while praising and degrading you … like schlatt is a hard mean dom and ted is sweet nd soft?? like an angel/devil on ur shoulder situation

! Kinktober Request !

Heavy NSFW under the cut ♡

It started as an inside joke. You were close with Ted and Schlatt, hailed as 'one of the guys' with just how close you were. You'd all make jokes about ending in bed together or waking up next to each other drunk. It was just a joke. An odd, inside joke.

Until one stormy sleepover where you all got way too drunk.

The power went out after being way too many shots in. You could barely see what you guys were doing and were far too drunk to reset the breaker, so you all stopped drinking to ride it out. You were all feeling a little dizzy, but not incoherent in anyway. You sat down and leaned your head back to relax, feeling Ted sit next to you first to make sure you were okay. He had this big, stupid smile on his face, so you started laughing, drunkenly taking his face into your hands as you laugh. Schlatt sat down next to you and you felt his hand on your thigh. Next thing you know, Ted's tongue is down your throat and Schlatt's hand has nearly ripped your shorts open to slip into your panties.

With clothes sprawled all over the living room, save for Schlatt's shirt, you were sandwiched between the boys like you were always meant to be. Ted's hands are exploring your bare body, your breasts already in his hands as his tongue explored your mouth in a sloppy kiss. Schlatt is pressed up behind you, stroking his thick length behind you with one hand while flicking his fingers along your sensitive bud with the other, whispering and growling into your ear.

"You been waitin' for this, eh? You been waitin'? Gettin' wet between us, toots? Don't you fucking cum. Don't you fucking dare cum, y'hear me? Stay like this, stay just like this, yeahhh..."

Ted broke away fron the kiss to watch you squirm from Schlatt's touch, chuckling lowly, almost mockingly so, watching you try to quiet your needy moans. He didn't think he'd enjoy watching another man touch you. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was how horny he was, but he thought this was beautiful, you were beautiful.

"That feel good, baby? That feel good? Let it out, baby. Mhmm, I know, I can hear it. Fuck, I want to feel you. Your pussy looks fucking soaked, baby.."

"Yeah? You can have her cunt, I want that fuckin' face. Stupid fuckin' face."

"Deal.."

You didn't have the energy to protest, not that you wanted to. You let them pull back and move you around so you were on all fours on the couch, feeling Schlatt lightly smack the tip of his cock against your cheek and Ted grabbing your waist from behind. He slipped into your soaked entrance so smoothly, you opened your mouth to moan out just to feel Schlatt shove his length into your mouth to shut you up. You were helpess between them, but fuck did you want it more than anything.

"'Bout fuckin' time we stuffed this bitch. Fuckin' annoying.."

"Ffffuck, she's so tight, fuckin' nice.."

If you all weren't so drunk, you probably would've wanted them to take it easy, but they didn't. Ted was pulling you into every single one of his harsh thrusts, while Schlatt was absolutely pounding into your throat, his lower abdomen continously rubbing against the tip of your nose. Ted's cock rubbed your tight walls with every stroke inside of you, fucking you relentlessly to try and hear your beautiful voice moan out, but Schlatt wanted to shut you up and make you choke. He grabbed a fistful of your hair to keep you steady so he could fuck your mouth swiftly yet roughly. His tip rubbed against your tonsils over and over, a growly grunt leaving his throat whenever you started to use your tongue. He was forcing you to make those gagging noises you always hear in porno's, then again, they're fucking you like it's a porno. Knowing your body is fully under their control, knowing they get to use you freely for as long as they want, it made you so fucking horny and desperate for more.

"Easy on her, Schlatt. Easy.."

"Nah, she can fuckin' take it. Look at her, she loves chokin' on me. Fuckin' whore likes being used. Bet all those jokes were a fuckin' cover."

"Yeah, she looks real pretty. Real fuckin' pretty. You're doing so good, baby.."

All you can do is whimper and moan for them, trying to move your head against Schlatt's length while pushing your hips back against Ted's, starting to feel their lengths throb inside you. Your entire body was surging with pleasure, more and more excitement building up when you knew they could fill you up any minute. You reached down to flick your fingers along your clit to urge your own release, hearing a mocking laugh from Schlatt.

"You fuckin' touchin' yourself down there? Desperate fuckin' whore? You love us usin' you like this?"

"Go ahead, baby, you sound so beautiful. You need to cum, baby? Mmm? You gonna cum for us?"

"Think we should let her?"

"Mm, she's been a good girl, hasn't fought us at all..."

"Not that she could.."

You roll your eyes back and close them when you feel Schlatt's cock twitch inside your throat, moaning against his shaft to urge his desperate release. Ted was the first to finish, moaning out softly as his thrusts became sloppier, spilling his hot seed deep into your entrance. Hearing his needy moans and feeling his release spill into you triggers your own release, your moans becoming louder and louder against Schlatt's shaft until you're silenced by his cock getting shoved deep into your throat, his own hot semen spilling into your mouth, the salty essence alone making you gag a little more against him.

"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl.."

"Look at me. Swallow it. Swallow it, you fucking bitch..."

Your whole body shivers, but you do as you're told, opening your eyes to gaze up at Schlatt as you swallow his seed. You're sure Ted and Schlatt's desires have finally been sated, you know yours are.

Guess it wasn't much of a joke after all.

[dark-moonlust]

Period Pain, Cravings and Snuggles Part 1

Pairing: werewolf oc x female oc

Summary: Logan takes care of his wife Erin who has bad period cramps.

Warnings: mentions of period pain and discomfort, extreme fluff and cuteness, intimacy, snuggling, pure comfort!

Hello, moonlust friends! This is in 1st POV, and it's extremely snuggly! 🩷 Happy reading! Part 2 with all the smut is on patreοn.

Erin 

The rain pattered softly against the windowpane, in a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the sharp ache hitting my lower stomach. My fortress of blankets and pillows on the couch felt like my only solace today, but even their warmth couldn’t make me forget the heavy haze of cramps and lethargy. I shifted, wincing slightly, and clutched the heating pad tighter to my belly.

A low growl echoed in the room, followed by the sight of my husband, Logan. He stood at the door, a cup of freshly brewed tea in his clawed hand. His dark brown fur was magnificent, slick and shiny and his warm hazel eyes glinted softly in the dim light of the room. His scent was earthy and spiced, mingled with the faint musk of cedarwood and something raw, something that clung to him no matter what.

My husband was unlike any other, a werewolf in all his glory— a creature of the wild fitting perfectly into domesticity.

And he was mine. Every feral, growly inch of him.

“Hey, love,” I said, my lips curving in a smile despite the discomfort twisting inside me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” came his deep voice. “You hiding in here all cozy without me?”

“Not hiding,” I murmur. “Just trying not to die.”

“Not on my watch. I’ve brought you some tea.”

In two wide strides, he was beside me, his bare feet soundless on the hardwood floor. He placed the warm mug of tea on the coffee table. Before I could even think to move, he knelt in front of me, his large hands gently tugging my blankets down. Making way for his warm hands to fondle me.

“I can scent your discomfort, sweetheart. Let me help you.”

“It’s just cramps,” I muttered. Logan was used to my having bad period cramps but I always felt so foolishly shy about it.

“Just cramps?” He tutted. “You know better than to lie to me, sweetheart. I'm your mate and husband. And I’ll take care of you."

There was no denying the warmth in his touch as he placed his large, warm paw on my lower tummy. It was even better than the heating pad, which I promptly tossed aside. The heat from him sunk through my thin shirt, relieving the discomfort slightly. He rubbed round and round and it was so damn good. His other hand swept a stray strand of hair off my face, the sharp edges of his nails still brushing my skin in that familiar, electric way.

“Drink your tea, sweetheart,” he said and watched me carefully.

I did as told, consuming the warm liquid. It was soothing and just what I needed. Once I emptied my cup, Logan quickly lit up the fireplace in the corner. Then he was back, his towering frame hanging over me.

"You've been curled up here all day, sweetheart," he purred.

"Mm-hmm. I believe I’m one with the couch now.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Good thing I know how to unstick you."

Then he was grabbing me, blankets and all. A happy squeak escaped my lips as he cradled me against his chest, his arms carrying me as if I weighed nothing.

"Logan!" I said weakly, but the sound faded into a sigh as he seated us down in the large couch next to the fireplace.

"There," he breathed, laying me on his lap and securing the blankets around us both. His hands moved instinctively, rubbing slow, abstract circles across my lower back.

"Better?"

I nodded and leaned my head against his shoulder, the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my ear. "Better," I said gently.

He purred, pressing his nose to my hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell of lavender. And chocolate. Did you take snacks from the stockpile I hid in the pantry?"

I grinned. "You hid it in the wrong spot.”

"Good. It was the stockpile I keep for emergencies and today is an emergency.” He smiled. “I will buy you more and do whatever you ask me to.”

I sighed and snuggled closer to his warmth. "Hhmm… will you bake a cake for me, hubby?”

“You bet, sweetheart.”

“How about cookies?”

"Consider it done.”

“Something salty, too. Hmm… pizza?”

“Sure thing.”

I beamed. “What about a kiss?”

He grinned. “That, I’ll give you in abundance.”

Tipping his head, he kissed me, his tongue coaxing my mouth open and licking inside. I moaned and cupped his furry face. He devoured me tenderly, careful not to hurt me with his sharp fangs. His hand found its way to my belly, rubbing and chasing away the period pains. His presence, his touches, his kisses were so soft and achingly beautiful. When we pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

“Thanks for always being here for me," I said quietly, my hand tracing his jawline.

"Always."

🐺

Logan

Pale moonlight danced through the half-drawn curtains, enveloping my wife’s sleeping face in a silvery embrace. She was nestled against me, her cheek smushed against my chest. Her breath was a gentle whisper, her fingers delicately gripping the fabric of my shirt as if fearing I might disappear the moment she released her hold.

I pulled her tighter against me and nuzzled the top of her head, enveloping her in a cocoon of warmth, shielding her from the burdens and weariness that had shadowed her throughout the day. I hated it when she had period cramps. Not the period itself, she had explained how good it was for her health but the pain… fuck… and this was just day one.

I would have to be more caring with her tomorrow.

Her cramps were always the worst the day after.

Today I’d made her favorite food and sweets, watched her consume them with a happy smile despite the heavy flow and pain.

I made a mental note, planning the day while she shifted about with a whine, her form blending with mine as if we were sculpted from the same marble. This woman fitted so damned perfectly in my body. My mate, my wife, my one and only. Even in the depths of her sleep, she placed her faith in me to keep her safe.

The gentle rhythm of her breath enveloped the space, blending in with the pitter patter of rain as it hit the windowpane. She whined again and my hand moved carefully, making gentle, languid circles along the curve of her spine. I fondled every delicate curve and gentle dip of her form that was forever imprinted in my heart. Erin had a softness that captivated, plus grace and humor that had attracted me at first glance.

“Mm… more,” she whispered in her sleep, her voice a low, sultry murmur.

She rubbed herself against me and I caressed the curve of her hip hidden beneath the blanket. I lingered just above her thigh, careful not to disturb her sleep. Then I slipped my hand beneath her shirt, my palm resting against her lower belly.

I could feel the pulses of pain in her womb. I fondled there gently and a soft sound left her — something between a sigh and a hum — her eyelids fluttering softly without waking. A small smile on her face, she remained asleep, nuzzling closer, her nose poking my collarbone.

Leaning my head, I let my snout graze her hairline, her sweet-smelling strands brushing against my mouth. I rubbed her stomach, let the warmth of my palm soothe the ache. Meanwhile, her scent lingered in the air, a blend of lavender and the unique essence that is entirely her own.

“It will be alright, sweetheart,” I breathed softly against her skin.

Did you enjoy? Shares and comments are greatly appreciated! Plus, would you be into a whole series of monsters taking care of their menstruating mates? Let me know!

[sorcerous-caress]

Red dragon smut HC | Qudenos

[ Bg3, heavy smut, size kink, two dragoncocks, nb!reader ]

Are you a bard?

How in Tiamat's name did you manage to get an elder red dragon, and a famous one at that, to bed you.

Whatever your seduction plan was, it worked just perfectly.

And now you laid there in bed, as a huge dragonborn stood above you. Red scales glistening as his golden flaming irises took in your naked form.

Between his gaint scaly thighs, not only one but two big cocks slowly grew in interest. A single one of the thing was bigger than anything you've ever seen, and you were expected to take the both of them.

"Be grateful, little mortal, this a privilege I rarely indulge your kind with."

You better thank him as you're stuffed to the brim, moan praise after praise about how much you love having him inside you, marking and owning you.

Completely ruining you to anyone who might come after.

Stretched beyond what you thought was possible, you couldn't take your eyes off from the growing bump insde of your stomach.

Even in his mortal dragonborn form, Qudenos still made you look like nothing but a fleshlight in his grasp.

A fuckdoll he held with his claws, a leaking hole to stuff his cocks into and satisfy his own selfish needs.

You don't even realise it when orgasm hits you, your brain is haywiring and body spasming with each thrust and pump.

He never ceases or slows down while you helplessly spasm around his cocks.

A deep, raspy voice growling at you to thank him for this gift.

And you do, with drool leaking from your mouth and eyes hazy, you thank him for allowing you to cum.

Completely untouched and just from the scaly cocks penetrating deep inside your core, rearranging your guts and stuffing you full.

He milks orgams after orgasm out of you. Deep growly chuckles at pathetic you look the more he keeps going.

You can't even remember your own name, can you?

Poor little mortal, bit off more than they can chew.

Maybe think twice next time before parading yourself so whorishly in front of him, teasing a red dragon so close to snapping.

This is your punishment and reward, be his cocksleeve, his breathing flashlight.

And you will enjoy it, even if you try to resist the pleasure, you will fail. He owns your every orgasm and you will cum when he wants you to cum.

Speaking of which, he doesn't seem even the slightest bit effected or bothered, still a long way to go before showing signs of his first orgasm.

All those leaking fluids were your own, the wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh was your doing.

You're the one drenching the bed and making a mess, you're the one drooling from both ends.

Your thoughts are melting, your insides turned into mush and your brain ceased to function.

But the pleasure, oh the pleasure never stops.

Doesn't matter how painfully sensitive you get.

A low growl and a sharp set of teeth against your throat make bring you back to reality whenever you drift away.

Don't you dare even think about not being present right now, little mortal.

You'll be bred by him for hours, and he wants you to remember every second.

Live to tell the tale maybe, don't you mortals love your fables and cautionary tales?

Then think of this as a new lesson, of what happens to needy whores that dare to beg and mewl so shamelessly for a dragon to fuck them.

[werecreature-addicted]

Werewolf that has a very deep and growly voice when shifted. But is just a total sweetheart. It's fun to hear that wild voice growl out words like "How are you dear? Do you feel comfy? I hope you're comfy, my love. I'll keep you nice and safe." as he holds you snuggly in his arms.

Then one day he whispers something horny and seductive in your ear in that same voice and smiles in satisfaction at how quickly it makes your heart beat.

big scary monster with a deep low voice that is your personal ASMR machine. He'll read you stories or talk about his day in a soft volume to lull you to sleep.

He loves that just the sound of his deep voice can make you melt, and he loves that a single low growl is enough to turn you on. He'll talk dirty to you.

Monster boyfriend who will pin you down and whisper filthy things in your ear. He won't touch you. he wants to see just how much he can make you squirm with just his voice. He can smell your arousal bloom in the air as he details all the way he'll fucking ruin you once he's done teasing you.

[evil-youth-messrs]

Okay so here's the list of moments in EPIC: the musical (in order) that make me go feral. Believe it or not, I tried to keep it as short and concise as possible but the albums are just too good.

The Troy Saga 💙

*tudududu dum tum tum tum tum*

what do you live for? what do you try for? what do you wish for? WHAT DO YOU FIGHT FOR??

PENELOPEEEE

who was that *CAWWWW* 🦅🦅

thisisthesonofnoneotherthan ~troooy's~ veryown prince hec!tor!

I could raise him as my own-HEE WILL BURN YOUR HOUSE AND THRONEE (the whole exchange) THIS IS THE WILL OF THE ✨️GODS✨️

but when!? does a comet become a meteor??? (both solo and ensemble versions)

six! hundred! men

and ithaca's waiting, my kindom is waiting, PENELOPE'S WAITIIIING for meeee

my second iiin commaaand

we're up, we're off and away we go (again both versions)

I'm fiiiiiiine, Polites 🙄

stay back!!! (lotus eaters: stay back~~)

you can relax my friend

*the intro and piano for warriors of the mind*

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THE LESSONS I THAUGHT YOUUU

LET ME REMIND YOU

one day a boy came! for the thrill! a boy whose mind rivaled the boar's own wiiiiiiill

LET'S GO !!

*the entire chorus*

NAAAAAH DON'T BE MODEST, I KNOW YOU'RE A GODDESS

you are ~ATHEEENAA~ (*the growl* !!!)

if you're LOOking for a mentor, I'll make sure your time's well spent

*the chorus when they both sing*

*honestly every single line in this song*

The Cyclops Saga 👁

*the water droplets sound at the beginning*

loook at all this foood 😃

my name is nooooobody, nooooobody, noOoOoOobody

I'm so glad we see eye to eye

show me how. greatisyourwilltoSURVIIIIIIIVE

six hundred liiiives at stake

captain ENOUGH

*how the guitar fades in in remember them*

what do we do with our fallen friends?... remember them

*athena's piano and clock ticking*

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN! THE LESSONS! I THAUGHT YOU?? he's still a threat! until he's DEEEEAAAAD

HEY, CYCLOPS!

remember them remember us REMEMBER ME

I'M THE REIGNING KING OF ITHACA I AM NEITHER MAN NOR MYTHICAAAL IIII AM YOUR DARKEST MOMENT I AM THE INFAAAMOUUUS. odysseus!

you were reckless, sentimental at best 😒

this way! you won't disappoint me, this way! you won't waste my time, thiiis waay

slefish and prideful and vain 🙄

YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR A MENTOR I'M NOT LOOKING FOR A FRIEND I MISTOOK YOU FOR A GENERAL WHAT A WASTE OF EFFORT SPENT

at least I know what I'm fighting for while you're fighting to be known

YOU'RE ALONE !!!

but not today for after all you're JUST A MAAAN

this day! you SEVER your own head, this day! you CUT the liiine

The Ocean Saga 🌊

*trumpetttt*

these ~waves~ and ~tides~

is it nature? or diviiiine?

COMRADES

full spead aHEAD TOWARDS THE ISLAND

an island in the sky 🤩

STOOOOOOOORM STOOOOOORM everyone grab a harpoooon!

we're in the home of the ✨️wind god✨️ we don't know for sure how many floating islands have you seen before??

captain HOW? much longer til your luck. runs. out.

you rely on wit and people die on it wooah

I took six hundred men to war! and not one of them died there. in case you needed a reminderr.

woooaahoookayyy? okay. thank you 🙄

*ambient intro to keep your friends close*

I don't know if you know this 🥺 but our path to home is blocked by an impenetrable stooorm 😔

*growly hahahas*

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER

if they wanna get the bag open you gotta say no sirrr.

open the bag, let's see what you got. NO! DO! NOT!

see how this bag is closed that's how it's supposed to be

I'm getting closer to youuuu PENELOPEEE

JUST KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN

wake up! wake up! odysseus, they're opening the bag WAKEEE UUUUP!

STOOOOfullOOOOspeedOOOOOaheadOORM

you're headed to ~the land of the giants~

OOOOOOOOODYSSEUS OF ITHACAAAAA do you know who I am?

PO SEI DON PO SEI DON PO SEI DON poseidon 😨

I try to chill~ with the waves

*THE GROWLY VOCALS*

that's right the cyclops you made blind. is mine. NO

the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now

RuThLeSsNeSs is MERCY upon ourselves

you 🫵 are the worst kind of good cause you're NOT. EVEN. GREAT!

a greek. who reeks. of false righteousness that's what I HATE

I mean you totally could've avoided all this had you just. killed. my. son. but nOoOu 💅

it's the final crack we're 'bout to break the ice now

CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!

when does a ripple become a tidal wave?

*somebody stop me I just wrote every line of this song*

The Circe Saga 🐷

The Underworld Saga 💀

The Thunder Saga⚡️+ The Wisdom Saga ⏳️

If you read all of that, thank you and honestly WOW.

[yandere-fics]

♡ Their Sister Runs Away From Them ♡

♡ Her reaction to her sister running away from her depends on if you've done anything similar to this before or not. If you're constantly trying to leave her or otherwise acting out within your relationship with her then she'll just see it as you continuing your rebellious streak which of course she is not a fan of and will sob at your feet when you return and shower you in affection to try to make sure this time you'll stay with her for good, she might even rat to your parents about this so you'll be lectured about how you're supposed to love and stay with your soulmate forever and ever. She just believe that you're acting out for attention and is very worried about why you would do it this way when it hurts her badly and beyond that it could be dangerous, you could get hurt or lost or sick, she wouldn't be able to stomach that. ♡

♡ If this is your first time trying to leave her or rebelling against her then she'll be extremely freaked out and believe that someone kidnapped you or coerced you into doing this no matter how much you tell her you chose to do this or that you don't want to be with her, she just really can't believe that no one else was involved in this, it doesn't make sense to her as to why you would want to leave your sister that badly, you were always so good before so there has to be something wrong that has caused this behavior from you. Of course in both cases she's going to be semi quick to find you and she will be crying at your feet until you tell her what she wants to hear like that you love her and there really was someone who convinced you to try to leave her. ♡

♡ Eliza will find you very quickly, she'll know that you've left your territory(her apartment) and immediately begin a frantic search for you, this could be a very angry search or playful depending on your relationship with her prior to this escape attempt. If you've been actively resisting her then you might want to fear for your life just slightly because she'll be feral as she tracks you down and will be very growly when she finally has you back where you belong, this will then turn into her aggressively forcing you to submit to her over and over again until she's satisfied that you're realized you're her puppy and must stay with her. Then she'll go back to sweet and playful though she will growl more if you try to squirm from her even an inch any time she's holding you in the future, more than her normal level of growling. ♡

♡ If your relationship is more playful, you haven't tried to escape her seriously in the past or you're more on the naive side then she'll be searching for you at the same speed but she's growling less because she doesn't want her silly puppy to get scared, she'll explain very gently why you can't just be leaving the apartment and she'll increase the locks and security so that way her silly puppy won't get any more silly ideas. If you tell her you wanted to leave her then she might laugh at you and get a bit growly if you keep repeating it but won't be as aggressive as she would be in the other scenario. ♡

♡ If you've been rebellious or tried to run away from Selene in the past then you're not even getting a few feet outside of your house with her, if you want out she will chain you up outside, she's not risking you going too far out and getting hurt and she is shockingly very clingy and couldn't stand to have her sister away from her for too long. This is most likely what will happen in the scenario where she discovers you're mates and you aren't thrilled your scumbag sister i your mate. ♡

♡ If this is your first escape attempt then you might manage to get a bit further away though I wouldn't count on it unless you get her drunk or fuck her until she's completely exhausted because as I've mentioned before Selene is clingy and likes to be in the same room and area as her darling sister at all times, especially when she finally has a mate after so many centuries of being lonely and trying to fill the void. Once she does awaken to find you gone I guarantee she'll be pissed off to find you gone and it will not take long for her to track you unless you have help from the outside but even the gods wouldn't risk sheltering you for super long because it would get them killed by Selene. Sawyer might harbor you though you'd have to request prior permission to enter the city in order to not die going through the forest first. ♡

♡ Kassien it doesn't matter if you've been rebellious previously or not, she's going to break your legs for attempting no matter what, the only thing this changes is if she'll allow your bones to heal eventually or if she'll leave them permanently broken with you having to rely solely on her to move around. You may eventually convince her to let your legs heal if you show enough remorse or if you keep telling her you don't want to be with her then she might even make your leg situation even worse. If you've never tried to leave before and you're always obedient then she may be convinced to not break your legs this time with the promise if you ever do this again then she'll do it the next time forever. ♡

♡ She'll definitely be on high alert and very grumpy with you for awhile afterwards though until you show you can behave yourself and be her good mate, she's still going to be somewhat sweet if this is your first time trying to leave her though more on edge than normal but she won't be overly mean like she will be if it's a repeated pattern of behavior. Eventually she will slip back into being more normal though she might add more rules to you. ♡

♡ When angels find their mates young it is common 'play' behavior for the weaker and generally considered more submissive one to try and 'escape' their dominant counterpart so if this is a consistent behavior she might find it odd that you never grew out of this pattern but would nevertheless try to reclaim you and entertain your game, if this is the first time you are doing this then she will also assume you just want to play or are acting out which she will want to train it out of you if she believes it's the second one. ♡

♡ She finds you very fast regardless of what she thinks it is though and will scold you somewhat for doing this in the city, this behavior could pass in angel territory but she doesn't trust the humans or other supernaturals around her mate so you can't just play with her in the city like this, unless you immediately try to bone her which by the way the best time to bone her is after she's had to chase you because her predator instincts are in full swing and her blood is pumping heavily, she'll even make bird noises if you're lucky or unlucky depending on how you view that. ♡

♡ Runa is delusional and stupid and would like to block out anything that makes it seem like you don't love her so whether you've done this before or not doesn't matter because basically a week after you've returned she has blocked it out of her mind because her love wouldn't do that to her, you love her and she refuses to accept otherwise, you didn't run away, you played a joke on her. You weren't gone a whole week, it was only like a few hours, stop exaggerating. ♡

♡ Runa will find you but it might take a week so you'll have a bit of free time. Once she gets you back for the week after you have been returned where you belong she'll cling to you, switching between threatening to mutilate certain… sensitive areas so no one but her will want to touch her gross mean sister to promising to give you more affection so you don't feel like you have to play mean jokes on her anymore. Afterwards it's business as usual again. ♡

♡ Nora is actually the opposite of the other yans, if this is a repeated behavior she's way more likely to accept this as just something you and her do but if this is your first time doing it she's way more likely to snap and go into a panic because you've given her too much control in the relationship so any attempts to try to regain some of your own control will be met with a heavy resistance from her. She will find you quick after you leave though whether she shows herself immediately when she finds you or not really depends. If it's a new behavior then she'll snatch you right away, you're her good girl, her good sister, things were good between you and she refuses to let there suddenly be distance. If it's repeated then she'll let you be for a day or two and then fetch you again, maybe if you live alone you'll get tired of these games or if you're mad at her then maybe you need to clear your head a bit. ♡

♡ When she get you back then if it was your first time she's probably going to tie you up so things can go back to being good between you, aka so her grip on your will never loosen. If it's repeated then she'll likely put more locks and alarms around the apartment, try to lecture you about how she'll keep you safe but you have to stay with her and things like that. Unless you hurt yourself on the latest attempt, then it's ropes for you in that situation as well. ♡

♡ If it's repeated then she's not going to know what to do because by that point she's probably tried almost everything to get you to stay, she might start to consider you very stupid and just keep you in the same room as her at all times. If it's your first attempt then depending on how you're acting afterwards she might smother you in affection and gifts because she sees it as a cry for attention or she might put you in the isolation room if she thinks you feel no remorse for this and she feels you've been too coddled and spoiled by her and need a taste of what it would be like if you didn't have your sister. ♡

♡ Your security team gets replaced every time you try to escape so it's a bit cruel if you're always running away because like ten people die every time you do that. There will be more locks in the penthouse too and depending on what she thinks the cause of your rebellion is your allowance may be increased. If you keep running away she will also require you to be everywhere she is. ♡

[the-s1lly-corner]

He accidentally hurts you (Eyeless Jack edition)

I've been meaning to explore something like this and I'm still hungry for angst! Very heavy on my hc of "eyeless jack is cursed and has moments where his monstrous side takes a hold of him especially when it craves flesh",

Basic idea is reader gets hurt, jack smells blood, curse immediately totally takes over, blah blah things happen

More fan fiction-y than my usual short headcannons, but still using the bullet point format since I couldnt commit to the bit

Cw for mild injury, blood, mentions of SH but I wont dwell on it

Not proof read we die like Jack's self esteem

It wasnt too often that the ugliest side of Jack's curse showed itself; at least that's what you thought. You were under the impression that it happened rarely, due to the fact that you only visit Jack when he gives you the go ahead, on nights where he knows it wouldn't be an issue

But tonight, as your anniversary draws near, you decided to drop in unexpected for a night with your boyfriend. It was hard enough getting to his cabin, what with the rain and it being dark..

When you made it to his door, you could hear... noises..

Growls, hisses, howls; all pained. It sounded like there was a fight happening on the other side of the door... the sound of things being thrown and someone's body slamming against the walls made your worry spike

Of course you opened the door, fearing that someone had intruded into your partners cabin.. but when you threw it open, you saw that Jack was alone. Covered in bruises, and his arms bloodied with claw marks and bite wounds; showing off his blackened, inky blood. The man's small body heaved with ragged breaths as his empty sockets locked onto you

You quickly explained yourself after assessing that he was in one of his.. low points..

He wanted you to leave, but the rain had become to pour harsher outside; far too dangerous to walk out alone

And how could you leave him be when he was so obviously wounded? You insisted on patching him up, to which Jack reluctantly agreed to.

So you took him to the bathroom and took out his small first aid kit, and got to work.

Washing the wounds, adding pressure to where he needed it, added bandages. When you were done, you placed a light kiss on his arms

That seemed to soften him up, even through his building bloodlust and hunger

"I'll go get some bedding and we can set camp out in the living room," you said, trying to keep him pacified. He seemed to enjoy the idea..

He was smiling.. that's good, and his breathing seemed to calm down just a touch, though it was still on the.. hissy growly side..

You headed to his room, gathered some of his comforters and pillows, and walked to the living room, then went to his room a second time to grab his radio, knowing it can help keep him calm.

Unfortunately; due to the cabin being run down, one of the wooden floorboards was loose and lightly curled upwards... and, well. You tripped. You managed to save the radio, somehow, but your face slammed down onto the floor

Instant nosebleed

You cursed, and pressed a finger up to your upper lip.. yep, that's blood.. lots of it, the burning in your face intensifying as the pain set in, making your eyes water

Before you even had time to process anything else, a growl caught your attention. Spinning around, still on the floor, you saw Jack. The leaking ink of his eyes doubled in pace and volume; making a mess of his face and shirt as his bared teeth flashed down at you, nose flared and ears peaked at attention. Because of course, how could you forget, the smell of blood is basically a death sentence when Jack's curse is flared.

Your mind raced as you scooted backwards, Jack seemed to be fighting himself; but he lost. Before you could choose between running or bracing, he jumped on you

Bracing it was, then. Your arms shot up in front of you, and you felt white hot pain almost immediately

But just as soon as he jumped on you, you felt him pull himself off. Blood was all over his jaw, and getting spread all over the floor as he began to force himself to spit it out. Growls were replaced by low whines, before he scampered off, leaving you alone

It all happened so fast you were left confused on the floor, holding your arm. It felt worse than it looked; his teeth didnt seem to go that deep, and since he didnt... pull at you with his teeth still in, you were still intact... that was nice, at least..

Your mind went back to racing as you processed what happened.. you needed to get cleaned up before Jack slipped again

And that's exactly what you did; you rushed into the bathroom you were in just earlier, and began the process of cleaning the wound..

After a minute, the door cracked open; Jack peered in, more mellowed out than before but guilt was written all over his face. It was clear he was still struggling with his hunger, and you can tell just by looking that he was debating whether or not to approach you

His face twisted in pain when he, although hard to tell due to his lack of eyes, seemed to glance at the wound

"Its not that bad," you insist, but he shook his head. "You could have died.. I should have dealt with this sooner, you shouldn't have to.." he trailed off, "get hurt," he finished. His ears drooped slightly as he slumped. He pushed the door open, and entered the bathroom

His hands shook slightly as he removed yours from your arm. "Its my fault, I need to fix it.." he mumbled. You didn't push him away, although it may have been a dumb idea to let the starving man eater handle your bloodied arm

Cleaned, applied pressure, bandaged

He stared at the bandages, still holding your arm in his hands

You finally noticed just how cold he was. Jack was always on the cooler side, but at the moment he was freezing, even though he was covered in a layer of sweat

He ran his clawed fingers along where the wound would be, as light as a feather, as not to risk hurting you again

He leaned down, and lightly pressed a kiss to the bandages; just as you done for him

"Im so sorry," he whimpered, leaving another kiss

"You shouldn't have to be put in danger just to try to help me," his eyes welled with inky tears, and he left another kiss

"You shouldn't have to see me like this," his voice creaked out, another kiss

He was about to lay down a fifth kiss, but you stopped him

You reassure him; it wasn't exactly his fault. He didnt ask to be cursed, he didn't mean any of this to happen, he had been roped and manipulated into the situation that made him this way. You reassured him that you'd heal, and you weren't going to think badly of him, how you took the chance for something like this to happen when you first got together. Things like that. Though, this will call for a more in depth discussion about how to prevent this in the future, make a system and means of communication so he can warn you ahead of time during flare ups... but right now, comfort was top priority

It took a minute, but his tears slowed and he got control on his breathing. He whimpered, before peeling himself off of you

He backed off, but you tugged him into your arms

Cue the waterworks, again. You both hugged, not speaking.. just standing there for a few minutes. He rested his head on your chest, and you rested yours in his shoulder. You pulled away, and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Do you still want me to stay?", you asked. He looked conflicted. He didnt want to run the risk, but he didnt want to be alone. Besides, the storm was still raging outside

"Why don't you.. stay here tonight, I'll step out.." he said softly as he stepped back. He cut you off before you could respond, "I'll be back soon, I just.. need to get this.." he gestured to himself, "dealt with, I don't feel safe having you around.. its only a matter of time before.. " he trailed off. You nodded, "I understand.. be back in the morning?"

He hesitated, before nodding back, "I'll be back as soon as I can be," he said quietly

You let him make his way to the front door, tugging his hold and mask on

"I love you," you said as you watched him open the door

He paused.

"I love you, too," he said, the cracks returning in his voice, likely choking down his emotions again

"We'll talk.. more about this in the morning," he added, smoother this time

"Alrighty," was all you said

And he left for the night, closing the door behind him

WOOOO

I hope that wasny too bad

This was really just a VERY vague idea I had for a few days that i wanted to write but I'm too lazy to do proof reading and rough drafts <\3 and im not used to writing longer detailed stuff like this, let alone dialogue

I hope it's not too cringe, I feel like the ending it rushed because

Erm

I didnt know how to end it

So

Uj

Yay

Eyeless jack angst

[fields0felation]

Werewolf-vamp price hcs :33

❀ bro would bite but it would be like really gentle and sweet

❀ you would have to be really close for him to bite you, he's not going to bite hookups or friends, only long term partners

❀ GRRR WAIT imagine like sitting with him at his desk with his fangs in your neck I'M FERRELL

❀ he would do it as like a way to be closer to his partner and it's adorable

❀ he prefers to let his eyes glow gold (or whatever color you think) whenever he needs to show someone that he is, infact, still a wolf

❀ wolf instincts kick in when you're alone. Like the whole possessive wolf thing: you have to be on his lap or cuddling with him at all times. he has to be touching you as much as possible

❀ No he would growl but it would be quiet and terrifying bc imagine you are messing with the task force and that mf growls at you??? Like he's got that growly tone??? I'd actually cry

❀ He would be a gentleman about his bites. would give you the best aftercare and treat you like royalty

❀ fav place to bite is the neck, 2nd fav would be the wrist

❀ he would stare at whatever scars he's left and would let you parade them around

❀ he would def go CRAZY seeing some of the marks he's left

❀ on full moons you would literally have a guard dog, would follow you around and constantly be near you

❀ wolf instincts would kick in and if anyone other than his team got close to you he would growl at them

❀ so yk how everyone hcs that he just likes you in his office when he's working? which is true btw but not the point- like he would have you on his lap as he works and would occasionally lean down to kiss and nip at your neck, eventually sinking his fangs in

❀ neck bites would usually be done with you on his lap facing him, he'd have an arm around your waist and the other one keeping your head steady. its be on like your upper neck/base of your head with his fingers buried in your hair

❀ hes territorial and possessive but quiet ab it, he's very subtle but you and the team definitely pick up on it

❀ for wrist bites y'all would probs be sitting down facing each other and he would grab your hand and like kiss up to your wrist (Imagine if you were married and he kissed the ring omfg) and then he would slowly bite into your wrist while making eye contact

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Blend In With The Rest

Author’s note: Torglite in Husbandry. It's his debut! Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Darsas and Cedric.

Summary: A Death Guard Tech Priest- a Grand Son of Nurgle lands on Ancient Terra and meets some old faces- familiar and usually friendly ones.

Warnings: None? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Torglite had been spreading the joy of Grandfather Nurgle to one of the Corpse Worshipper's Forge Worlds. He had stepped from one part of the alleyway and blinks as he steps forth into sudden dark-light-shadow-cold-heat-everything-nothing.

He stops moving, closing his eyes firmly, before opening his eyes- his mechadendrites moving moving and tasting-seeing-assessing while his mind processes the information.

The amount of natural air- and severe lack of pollutants, still some, but not as much as had been on The Forge World that he'd just been on. He was on a world of much life- of a natural form.

How utterly fascinating he hadn't felt the touch of The Grandfather or his Greater Demons to have him Moved from the Forge World to wherever this lovely planet of green life is.

The storm is ever shifting and changing. So long has he been cast a drift in, so to land somewhere new isn't too surprising, even if he'd been Elsewhere just before.

He murmurs the hymns and prayers and is delighted when he listens in on the Astartes chatter- and is quite surprised to hear such a diverse blend of voices, chapters, and factions of Imperialist Dogs to Chaos Remade and those in between.

Still- one of the voices, two of them actually, are ones that he recognizes, so he trots of in the direction of Hura and Darsas's locations, which are happily in the same direction and they are nearby.

He sends Hura a ping [Hura- what a fascinating place for the storm to drop us in. Greetings brother.]

[Torglite! I'm glad to hear your dulcet voice again.] Hura responds in delight. [I'm with Darsas- and come- there are some people I want you meet. A growly baby- he's someone I'm... wanting as an apprentice.]

[A new apprentice?] Torglite says with delight. [Which Chapter is the young one of?]

[Black Templar, currently, he's still a Loyalist, but I see... potential in young Cedric to be much greater than he is.] Hura sends over vox text.

[... Black Templar?] Torglite responds surprised. [Ambitious of you, take care with that path of Fire brother.]

[I am.] Hura responds with a huff.

[My ETA is five minutes.] Torglite warns Hura.

[Thank you for the warning.] Hura says, [Cedric growls at Chaos aligned marines. It's adorable.]

[Thanks for letting me know.] Torglite says as he shakes his head a little. Hura's always enjoyed very challenging Apprentices.

"Cedric," Hura says to the younger Apothecary, "One of my brothers has newly arrived and is headed this way. He's... Chaos aligned and a tech priest."

"... What?" Cedric says looking and sounding a little concerned.

"Torglite's a wonderful brother," Hura says gently patting one of Cedric's hands, "Very good with younger cousins and brothers."

"Okay... if you say so Hura," Cedric says staring at Hura with big blue eyes.

Hura keeps his body language calm, but neutral. Cute. Cedric can be so adorable and charming in his reactions to things. When he's not being an entertaining terror.

Torglite comes in, his mechadendrites, a mix of mechanical and flesh-like metallic-esque ropes as he nods his greets to his brothers and the rather large Scout-aged Apothecary in black and white.

"Greetings," Torglite says. "To the one in the room who doesn't know, I go by Torglite."

"... Hello sir," Cedric says staring at him with big Dorn-ian blue eyes peer up at him.

"It's nice to meet you, young one." Torglite says. Ah- Scouts. So cute. So sweet. Yet to face all the horrors of the galaxy. He can see why Hura is fond of this one.

"Are you in need of medical assistance?" Cedric asks.

"Not at the moment," Torglite says, "although, some of the chatter I have been hearing over the vox-channels makes no sense."

Hura launches into the explanation that they give to all newly arrived about everything. As well as give him the intake paperwork to fill out and a, "I will still need to check you over just in case, for protocol's sake."

"Very well," Torglite says with a sigh as he takes the wood pressed board and the shocking indulgence of wood-paper and writes his answers to the questions to the best of his abilities.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi, sorry if this has been asked before but, regardless of trope, your favourite historicals of all time???? I was gonna say top10 or something but I read and love literally every one of your recs so top100 would work just as well <3

First off, thank you so much, you're too kind. I don't know if I can give you my Top 100 just yet (though I wish I could lol) but I CAN give you a good cluster ;).

It's been a whiiiile since I've thought of this, and it changes, so I'm happy to answer! I'm going to have some repeats, because I'm true my heart and some authors just write a good few bangers.

My top... 28, I think? In no particular order.

Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas—Easy answer, I adore this book, it changed the way I look at romance and it's so, so definitive re: my taste. Beautifully written, angsty (and kinda funny too), made me realize one of my core couple dynamics is "somewhat crazy woman and stern man who just doesn't know what the FUCK she's doing and is totally thrown off by her shit".

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt—Another easy one, virgin hero (which I love) who's nonetheless quite stern, jaded older heroine (another thing I love—a jaded heroine), it has the Zorro masked man vibes, the high stakes, INSANELY good sex scenes that only Elizabeth Hoyt can write... And perfectly written angst that isn't magically resolved. Gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS.

Waking Up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath—Another angst machine, has a scene that never fails to make emotional, a crazy setup that turns out to be deeply emotional. Icy proper woman/secretly deeply pining rake. AINSLEY!!!!

Princess by Gaelen Foley—A recent favorite; supremely angsty, supremely sexy, supremely BONKERS. He feels unworthy, which, please, is crack to me. She's a literal princess, giggly and flirty and horny to the max. He's a good bit older, they've known each other for YEEEEARS (... literally all her life), he works for her father. It's very ILLICIT AFFAIRS. Everything I love.

The Duke's Perfect Wife by Jennifer Ashley—Every single one of the first four Mackenzie books is a bANGER and this is the best one for me. I love a second chance romance. I love a growly hero and a heroine who absolutely owns him. I love that they've both been around the block (and have had sex before, three times, as he reminds her). Hart needed a woman who could MANAGE him and match his freak, and Eleanor is that. She boops his nose and he growls! He does a striptease for her! Perfection, even better if you've read the first three books.

A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean—Another one I read early in my return to romance, and I adore it. Bourne is the most dickish hero MacLean has written (imo) and Penelope is such a a sweet heroine who nonetheless doesn't put up with it. He has to work so hard to earn her love, as he should. I adore the childhood friends to at odds vibe, another thing I'm sooo into.

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale—A pretty dark historical? Allegreto is CRAZY, Elena manages him perfectly. I love a good kinky romance, and this one is so, so sexy? The femdom is perfect, but it's also beautifully written and has a lot of deep themes. The fact that he thinks he's going to hell and she's like "Whatever, I'll go there with you". It has both corruption and redemption vibes.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe—One of the books I hyped to a ridiculous degree before it came out, and somehow it delivered on everything. Has a touch of kink (mostly through rough sex, biting, etc) but it's honestly so soft in many ways. Lockwood isn't a pushover or a cinnamon roll, but he does have so much heart and he falls so hard. Nellie being the resistant, rakish one delights me. It has a great world (we need more Gilded Age books). It's another one where everything isn't resolved PERFECTLY, and I love that bit of realism. Just a big sigh ROMANCE romance. "I'm keeping you, Eleanor" PLEEEEASE.

Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall—Definitely tonally an unconventional historical, but my God, I love it. It's so funny. It's one of the only nb/nb romances I've read, and I love that it's a historical. Definitely the only one that has a castrato soprano lead, and we should honestly have more because they FUCKED. Like. Read it up. Castrati FUUUUUUUUUCKED. It's really tender and it has one of my favorite climactic moments. A very unconventional ending that made me smile so hard.

What I Did for a Duke by Julie Anne Long. Just a classic, perfectly written age gap romance. This one doesn't reinvent the wheel, but it hits everything it needs to hit perfectly. Has a great mix of humor, emotion, and heat.

Seduce Me at Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas—While there are the classic Kleypas issues with depicting the Romani people and I do dock this book a little for that... Look. The romance aspects are perfect for me. I know that Kev is too angsty for some people, but I love angst and I love the childhood friend devotion and the feeling of unworthiness and Win being ridiculous horny and determined to have her own happiness. Has one of the greatest love confessions of all time. One of the best "the dam has broken and they are FUCKIN'" moments. Just GORGEOUS.

When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath—Another one that gets me super emotional. I love the horrified realization Lovingdon has as he realizes that he's so attracted to Grace. The intense desire. The denial of his feelings soooo far into the book, even when it's painfully clear to everyone that he's madly in love with her. This book also is one of the best when it comes to dealing with the Dead Wife Question. Of course Lorraine pulls it off.

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall—Another one that's so unique and great and has amazing trans representation (at least to me, as a cis person, I could be wrong). It has this AMAZINGLY romantic moment that I always find SO FUCKING SWOONY. A great mix of old school vibes and modern sensibilities.

Duke of Midnight by Elizabeth Hoyt—Truly bonkers. Maximus is my ultimate alpha hero; a dick, aggressive, super stern, super resistant to love. Artemis just isn't intimidated. There's a lot of angst in this book, and honestly? I find the fact that he is a dick and Hoyt isn't afraid of embracing that really admirable, from a writing perspective.

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath—JACK DODGER I LOVE YOUR WORK. A perfect "rogue meets uptight lady" book (I hesitate to call Jack a rake because he pays for sex pretty much exclusively, but he's definitely roguish). There's a wonderful dynamic here, Olivia being in denial of her attraction.

A Kingdom of Dreams by Judith McNaught—A gorgeously written book! You can see the groundwork being laid for other historicals here. A fabulous setting. The way the romance becomes so vicious at points, in a frankly hilarious way. Royce dragging Jennifer to the altar like "I DON'T WANNA BE HERE ANYMORE THAN YOU DO" is amazing.

Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas. Classic, everyone loves this book (well... not everyone) but with good reason. It's so very good. The perfectly executed rake/virgin book, with iconic moments, iconic characters, iconic SPIELS. The moment when Sebastian staggers out of bed trembling after the first time they have sex lives rent-free in my brain.

Indigo by Beverly Jenkins. Just a fucking knockout of a book. Another "rake/practical virgin" book, backed by beautiful prose and impeccable historical research (nobody does it like Ms. Bev). There's so much seduction in this book. A great rooomance, but then it has a fun bonkers villain situation (I know some people don't like this... I do, I'm kind of a sucker for this type of controversial and perhaps dated villain). The ending makes me cry a lot.

Scandal's Bride by Stephanie Laurens—Kind of a new one for me, and it's here because it's so fucking bonkers. Constantly entertaining, Catriona is such a difficult heroine who... crosses the line a lot. Has a scene where Richard draws a sketch of her ass birthmark to be like "I WILL SHOW EVERYONE THIS TO PROVE THAT I HIT IT FROM THE BACK IF YOU DON'T MARRY ME". A delightfully fucking weird book and I loved every minute.

Hyacinth by S.M. LaViolette—The more I think about this book, the more I love it. One that I loved originally, and it rose in my regard over time. A scarred hero (who likes it rough). They're both switches. Hyacinth is neurodivergent and very much unconventional, and doesn't even think herself capable of love because of what society has told her she is. The climax of this book? Incredible.

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas. A gorgeously done book, so ambitious, has an iconically HORRID hero (in the best way), executes the rare feat of offering both an amazing primary romance and an absolutely fabulous, emotionally affecting secondary romance. It just hits so hard, dude. It's so good. It's probably Kleypas's BEST book in terms of general quality (though DoY will probably always be my favorite).

Lady Isabella's Scandalous Marriage by Jennifer Ashley—A great marriage in trouble book! That's also super horny! I love so much that though there was a big breaking point in Mac and Isabella's marriage, there were very normal issues beforehand that had less to do with horrible behavior or ridiculous tragedy, but... Like... Them just not being ready for marriage? Especially him. The passion was always there, but passion and great sex isn't enough for a good marriage, and I love that in this book they do have the passion and great sex but also have to build a stronger relationship on an emotional level.

Regarding the Duke by Grace Callaway—Another delightfully bonkers romance. I love that they've been married eight years and she thinks it's enough but learns that it ISN'T. He has to open to her emotionally. There's amnesia. There's VILLAINY. I also love that the hero in this one has to. not only become a better husband, but a better father? I haven't read a lot of historicals where the hero and heroine aren't just married, but have kids.

A Shore Thing by Joanna Lowell—Ummmm I read this very recently but it's been sticking in my heart? It's more lighthearted than a lot of the romances I've loved. But i just love this story of a hero and heroine going on a bicycle race lmao. I love how funny it is, and how the villain kind of... grows? I love that the hero is a rake and trans. I love that the heroine is a widow who decides to like, have good sex for the first time ever and go with it (and suddenly there are feelings). It's just really good.

Sweetest Scoundrel by Elizabeth Hoyt—Helloooooooo emotion. This is one of the best "healing from trauma" books I've ever read. Asa Makepeace is just a perfect rake who's secretly so deep and so gentle. The way he introduces Eve to sex is fucking gorgeous. His patience, his tenderness, his love of what SHE'S okay with it.

A Rose at Midnight by Lisa Kleypas Anne Stuart—This is what I'd call a dark historical. It's true enemies to lovers. The hero is a rat bastard for most of the book. The sex... is very dubcon for much of the book. But man. I think it's so bold, the writing is so good, the story is so different from what I've read in the genre. It just hit a lot of buttons for me. And it has a great secondary romance, something Stuart excels at. Ummm also the fact that the secondary romance is fueled by the secondary heroine wanting to save the primary heroine, her best friend? LOVE THAT.

Scandalous Desires by Elizabeth Hoyt—Sorry dude, Mickey and Silence are just for Me. He's a ridiculous rake. She's a Quaker widow. There's that element of like "I'VE GOT YOU MY PRETTY". I actually love the baby in this book, and that can be a hard sell for me. (Several of these books include kids lol, but man, it's just this thing where you need to get it right.) It has one of my bad boy/good girl books.

The Earl Takes All by Lorraine Heath—Lol sorry, Gorilla Twins is a banger all the way. It's fucking insane. It's super romantic. It has one of the best "angst horizons" I've ever read. It does that Lorraine Heat Thing where you're like how THE FUCK is this gonna work. And then it does! It's just everything, for me. Edward Alcott, you beautiful idiot.

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas Chapter 49: Date Night With Daddy🐺

(Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

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You walked in to find Toji on his bed putting on his shoes. He was wearing a tight black long-sleeve shirt with a few buttons open to reveal his chest. Nice jewelry hanging from his neck. His black pants matched with the black shoes he was busy lacing up. Fuck he looks so hot. You had to swallow the glob of spit that formed in your mouth lest you be drooling.

He looked up as you got into the room, his eyes fluttered in surprise, “Holy shit.”

Now you were starting to feel flustered from their responses. “Is that a good shit or a stinky shit- do I look okay?” let's be for real - deep down you knew you looked damn good you just wanted them to voice it.

Toji scoffed as if he couldn't fathom the audacity of you to question yourself. “You look better than okay. You look amazing baby girl…better than I could have imagined.” he reached for your hand and you grabbed it with a shy giggle. Bringing you close he prompts you to turn, “Give daddy a spin.”

You did a cute twirl as Toji touched upon you gently while offering appreciative sounds.

He rests his hands on your hips as you complete your circle. “Damn… we picked a beautiful princess… didn't we Sukuna?” His gaze shifts from your face to behind you.

Your skin grew hot, you looked back to see Sukuna leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He looked to be deep in thought staring at you. Toji’s question hung in the air without an answer but the alpha didn't seem to mind. He chuckled instead, “See? You left him speechless.”

“You… you look really handsome too.” You smiled at him dancing your fingers upon his neck.

“I clean up nicely huh?” he winked at you making you even more woozy. You might pass out before you make it out of the room.

‘Calm down girl-now is not the time to play!‘

“She shouldn't wear that.” Sukuna coughed finally speaking up.

“She can wear whatever she wants.”

Okay if you actually did want to wear this mad respect for Toji.

“She will freeze to death.”

That was actually your line to get out of this outfit-

“I got something for that.” Toji shifted you to the side as he stood. He walked over to grab something but as he did that you looked toward Sukuna and his glary expression.

You most certainly didn't want to wear this out but why didn't he?

“Here…” Toji came back with a small box. He opened it up to reveal dangling red earrings.

“Oh…” you gasp. “They are pretty Toji.” you offer him a smile as you take them.

“These will keep her warm.” Toji spoke to Sukuna as he held up a mirror for you to check out your appearance.

Firestones, nice. The dangling earrings really added to the outfit.

“Still...-” Sukuna continued.

You sat upon the bed as the two argued. You didn't know how to interject yourself into this conversation because it was clear Sukuna was jealous and actually didn't have a solid reason for you not to wear the outfit.

It was cute.

“Still what Sukuna?” Toji snapped the small box closed with a loud pop. His tone starting to get growly and irritated.

“-…You can't have her walking around like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured.”

Oh my is that how I look?

Toji snorted at the hypocrisy, “Ryoumen you took her to a sex club and tried to have sex with her in the park, I don't want to hear it.”

“Tch- that was different-”

“And how so?”

“I claimed her, showed them who she belonged to. Hell, I sent some people fleeing when I transformed, no one would ever think of touching her.”

“I don’t need to fuck her to show she belongs to me Ryoumen.” Toji growled while fixing the cuffs of his sleeve. “And if need be, ripping someone's head off with my bare hands will suffice.”

“I'm sure it won't come to that.” You added with a little laugh to hopefully defuse the situation. You could feel the heat rising and smell the tension. It was starting to give you the jitters. Light back and forth was fine but when it felt like the two were about to throw fists that's where you draw the line.

There was a knock on the door cutting into the tense air. Toji went for it, hissing at Sukuna while he was at it. “You don't think I can take care of my girl?” he sounded so offended.

“I didn't say that…” Sukuna muttered.

Toji opened the door as you silently tried to not stare too much at Sukuna. You were quite taken away by their exchange. You almost wanted to laugh, but you kept your giggles on the inside. It was always entertaining to see them do this little fight over you like you were some precious thing to have and be taken care of. Your inner feminist was dying of thirst but being pampered and fought over by your alphas most certainly fed something inside you.

You heard Inumaki’s voice at the door but before the beta could say anything Toji hushed him, “Don’t say anything I want it to be a surprise.” He then shouted to you, “I'll be right back.”

“Okay!” You called as Toji left leaving you alone with Sukuna.

In awkward silence.

You pat your legs to a random beat in an uneasy fidget. Soon you couldn't take it anymore- it may have been like thirty seconds really- but you don't know how to accept this weird atmosphere. So you go for some light teasing because comedy is your defense mechanism.

“You really think I shouldn't be wearing this?”

“Doesn't matter what I think. Your daddy is taking you out.”

“My oh my, Ryoumen, don't tell me you're jealous.”

Sukuna’s red eyes rolled to you in a slight glare, that's when you let your smile crack your lips and your mask fell. You just showed him you found this whole thing amusing. And that might have been your greatest mistake. Sukuna pushed off the wall clearing the room in two long strides. You let out a little gasp crawling backward on the bed.

Oh fuck oh fuck -

“Wait-”

“Don't run now.”

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The dragon lay curled up in her den, sound asleep in the darkness of her cave, until she was awoken by a small sound, hard to hear, but enough to rouse her from her slumber. As she woke, she let out a low, growly yawn, exaggerating it a bit to show off her impressive and sharp teeth to any potential intruder, as she did this she heard a louder sound, a high pitched yelp. She opened her eyes and looked down, in front of her stood a small figure, it took her a moment to recognize that this was a human intruding in her territory. "Human, have you come to slay me?" She asked in a somewhat annoyed tone, letting out a soft growl as she glared at this trespasser. She stepped forward, raising her hackles in an attempt to intimidate the little person. The human whimpered, looking up at the dragon in fear, their body trembling, "I-i i'm s-sorry!" they yelped, trying to step back, stumbling on their own foot and falling on their back. "p-pl-please d-don't hurt m-me" their voice shaking, the dragon loomed over then, she reached out a paw and gently scooped up the frail figure, she lifted them up, bringing them to her chest as she saw that they weren't a threat to her, probably just a lost soul searching for sanctuary. "Oh you sweet little thing~" She purred softly, "it's alright, I wont hurt you, just tell me something… why have you come into a dragons den?" The human sniffled, wiping away their tears as the dragon cradled them gently, though it didn't calm them much as they could now hear her stomach grumbling, "I was just trying to find a place to rest, I-I didn't know this was someone's den, I'm sorry miss, I'll leave now, I promise" they squirmed a bit, feebly attempting to break out of the loose grasp the dragon held them in, but to no avail as she lifted them higher, too high for them to safely reach the ground, up to her snout, she nuzzled her new little friend softly. "you're safe here sweetie, you can rest here, I'll keep you safe and warm~" She opened her maw slowly, doing her best not to startle the human as she gently slid them into her mouth, her tongue holding them, a nice, soft cushion under them as they watched her large teeth moving over them until all they could see was a faint light through her jaws, illuminating her mouth and gullet. The human squirmed, shaking once again, even more scared now, convinced this was going to be how they met their end. The dragon slowly wrapped her thick, strong tongue around her prey, holding them still, making sure to be gentle as she tried, and failed, to calm them down. The human whimpered, sobbing a little, "please let me go, I wasn't going to try to hurt you, I really wasn't!" They pled, squirming and struggling against her tongue. The dragon, unable to speak presently, opened her maw and reach a paw inside, carressing the humans head softly, loosening her tongue as she pet the little snack until they relaxed. Once they calmed down, she tilted her head back, earning a terrified yell from the little morsel, which she did her best to ignore as she sent them down her tight throat, her muscles gently massaging and squeezing her snack as she gulped them down, pushing them deeper down her gullet, closer to her stomach. Now, with her mouth free, she rubbed a paw on her neck, pressing against the human gently as she murmured sweetly to them. "It'll be alright sweetie, I promise, you're safe with me." she gulped one final time, pushing the human all the way into her belly where they tried not to scream and fight her, hoping that she meant it, hoping they'd be safe, but finding it hard to believe until they realized that there was no burning, no stomach acids melting them, they could breathe, everything seemed okay. "I… I'm really gonna be safe in here?" they asked incredulously. "Yes dear, I promise, youre safe, just rest now." she nuzzled and hugged her now slightly bulging belly, squeezing her prey in her gut as she felt them lay down and relax, she laid down as well, purring as she let herself drift off to sleep, the little human safely tucked away inside her.