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Kinktober 2023: Monster Lovers Edition
A kinky Halloween reading list for all my monster lovin' girlies out there (part 1 of 2)
Hope you enjoyed Part 1 of the Kinktober 2023: Monster Lovers Edition list!
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#kinktober 2023 monster edition#kinktober 2023#monster lovers#monster romance#monster smut#halloween reading#book recs#the smut analyst#smutty books#smut#romance#romance recs#smutty recs#smut recs#vk ludwig#kimberly lemming#victoria aveline#kathryn ann kingsley#kate prior#tara phillips#jillian graves#elizabeth stephens#colette rhodes#charlaine harris
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I just finished reading Love, Laugh, Lich by Kate Prior, and
Guuuuuuuys! I have thoughts.
The story is... Ok? I guess? Doesn't stand out, nor is it bad. It just exists.
Anatomy is interesting, but kinda standard for MonRom.
The world building got me curious, but it's a short book, so we don't really explore it!
And, as to plot... I honestly found it rather standard for a romance book. Sure, you can't go wrong with a good ol' Classic, adding in your own twists to fit the theme, but seriously? dating your CEO boss (who also happens to be a Lich)?
Lilly, our leading lady, is... Kinda... Meh? I don't think we even get a proper physical description of her? She exists, she's an overall good and helpful person, but she's also kinda passive in her story.
Sure, it's a 100 page book (more like a leaflet compared to the other books I read), and it's a decent story, but, Katey, please! Longer! I wanna know more about the world outside that office!
Funny bit, tho, is her friend.
Book 1 epilogue: "Oh, I could never do what you do!"
Book 2 (The Orc from the Office): she does exactly that.
Not a great book, but not bad either, I'll give it a... 7/10. I'm feeling generous. And I never read on Lichs before, so idk.
#bookblr#pancake reviews#smutty books#book reccs#book review#booklr#books#18+ mdni#books and reading#Love Laugh Lick#kate prior#Claws and Cubicles#book series
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Being weird seems to have been the one thing that's really ended up working for me, anyway. And if there's a better way to express how deeply devoted and loving you feel towards someone than being weird in his general direction, well, then, I wouldn't know about it.
The Gargoyle from General Management (Claws & Cubicles, #3) by Kate Prior
#book quote#the gargoyle from general management#kate prior#claws and cubicles#fantasy#paranormal#romance#quote#quotes#booklr#bookblr
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Let's Talk Role Play & Spicy Books
As someone that has had a lot of fun with my friends writing role play games, as well as playing through Dungeons & Dragons, it got me thinking about all the different stories and experiences other people must have had through the same mediums.
So why not make a blog where we can share those favorite moments?
As for the spicy books, well, this morning I was reading 'The Orc from the Office' by Kate Prior and it nearly threw my poker face off when it all but charged straight into the spice in CHAPTER 2!!
It brought to mind #BookTok and how a lot of people are expressing their thoughts and experiences with that same content.
So why not add it into the mix here?
They pretty much go hand in hand with Role Play games, in my opinion anyways.
What are your favorite spicy books?
What was a strong moment that happened in an RP you were writing with a friend?
What's the funniest scene you had to act through in one of your D&D sessions?
Let's have fun and share some stories ~
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'Mated to my ex' by Kate Prior has such a pretty cover, but full monster/human spice isn't for me.
Tropes: Divorce, second chances
#booklr#plus size heroine#mated to my ex#kate Prior#without i would give it a try but I'm so picky with supernaturals
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'The Orc from the Office' (Claws & Cubicles #2) - Kate Prior
Mate-bonding with a co-worker is against company policy... accidentally or not.
Janice knows better than anyone that entanglements with co-workers are risky business.
But when Janice accidentally breaks a co-workers nose, she finds herself unexpectedly mated to an orc, and under Monster Resources’ scrutiny.
Khent from the IT Department is quiet and nerdy, despite the tusks. His emails are overly wordy. He won’t stop apologizing even though she’s the one who broke his glasses.
Clearly, fate got this one wrong.
All Janice has to do is stay away from Khent until the bond dissipates. Easy enough, right? Except…
…Her company laptop chooses this week to need the orc from the IT Department, repeatedly.
…She accidentally clicks on orc porn at work and has to take remedial phishing training with Khent.
…Their bond will keep pulling them back together until it is completed.
#romance books#mrl#my romance library#fantasy books#paranormal books#fantasy romance#paranormal romance#Kate Prior
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I haven't read Live Laugh Lich, BUT The Orc from the Office was so cute! I enjoyed it so much, and it went so quick.
I really think I need to reread it.
hey yall, i’m having a few book promotions this month, so if you’re curious about my monster office romances, they’ll be free/on sale to read!
These books are a series, but can be read as standalones. Book 2 references a couple events from Book 1, but it’s not plot dependent.
LOVE LAUGH LICH (Feb 13-19)
Some people have monsters for a boss, but not everyone has an undead Necromancer Lord at the office. Lily has been the Lich’s secretary ever since his evilness took over the company, but after her contributions to his dark rituals become more than OSHA compliant, she starts to contemplate whether the Lich Lord returns her feelings, or still only sees her as his assistant.
THE ORC FROM THE OFFICE (Feb 7-9, & 22-23)
Mate-bonding with a co-worker is against company policy… accidentally or not. Janice knows better than anyone that entanglements with co-workers are risky business. But when Janice accidentally breaks a co-worker’s nose, she finds herself unexpectedly mated to an orc, and under Monster Resources’ scrutiny.
MORE CONTENT NOTES/TWs FOUND AT KATE-PRIOR.COM
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Kinktober 9 - Pony Play
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Unnamed F!OC, established PriceGhost and Laswell x OC
CW: Pony play, dehumanization, no explicit consent, PIV sex, breeding kink, implied insemination
Note: Pet and animal play can be freeing, but also triggering for some people. This story is from Simon's POV, and the unnamed OC is not described beyond she/her pronouns and her labia being called her "cunt." Please mind the CWs.
Things are easy for Simon when he’s in pony space. He’s strong, useful. And today, he’s got a very specific use. He turns a tight circle at Price’s instruction, giving Kate a good look at his form. It’s mostly show. Kate’s seen him this way before, gear a bit scuffed from a couple of hours pulling a cart.
“He’s in fine form,” Kate eventually says. “I’ll get my girl set up in the barn.”
Price chuckles, and leads Simon over to the hose by his halter. He’s not exactly gentle when he hoses Simon down, but it feels good. It feels even better when Price strips him of everything but his bridle and starts stroking his cock in firm, efficient pulls.
"There's my good boy. Been real patient, real polite,” Price rumbles. “Gonna give Kate's cute girl a champion, yeah?"
Simon grunts out an affirmative noise, arms crossed behind his back like he’s been trained. He stomps a foot when he’s closer to cumming than he knows Price wants him. A heavy hand pats his chest twice in appreciation before he’s being put into his stud gear. He lets Price put him into sturdy boots and a secure chest harness, then bends to press his face against the side of the house as Price eases his tail plug into place.
Finally, his handler leads him into the barn with a firm hand on his halter. Simon has a hard time not surging forward when he sees a sweet thing bound to the breeding bench. Kate’s tied her so her legs are bent, but even if they weren’t, she wouldn’t be able to reach the ground. She’s helpless, presented for a stallion at Kate and Price’s bidding.
Simon tries not to be impatient as he’s led forward. He’s secured to his own rig, so he won’t put too much of his weight on his partner. Price laughs as he shuffles from foot to foot, and Simon blows a restless snort through his nose. Kate runs a gentle hand down her girl’s spine when she shivers in response.
And then Price’s hand is back on his cock, guiding him, notching the head of his cock at her cunt and giving a sharp order to mount.
Simon doesn’t hesitate to thrust forward. She opens beautifully, gasp muffled behind a gag. Kate’s done a good job preparing her, but Simon is still big and he’s not interested in being gentle. He’s bottomed out three hard shoves, and then he’s going. He grits his teeth in his bit as he huffs and grunts, imagines she’s doing the same from the way her cries echo his.
Simon’s vaguely aware of Kate checking in with her girl. Whatever encouragement she whispers results in a tight squeeze that makes Simon’s eyes cross as his hips stutter and he cums. Price watches, arms crossed across his chest and nods. So Simon barely gives himself a moment to breathe before he’s back to his previous, near frantic pace.
She comes on his cock like that, once, then again when Kate presses a wand between her legs. The sensation startles a growled moan from Simon, but he doesn’t falter. He keeps riding her until she shakes through another orgasm with a whimper. She must signal something to Kate, because Price steps forward after that.
"Finish up," his handler growls, with a slap to Simon's ass. "You're wearing the poor girl out."
So Simon does. He gives her a few harsh thrusts before growling through a second climax, leaning his entire weight into the rig that holds him upright. He doesn't pull out until Price releases his harness and he can lean down to brush his lips over his play partner’s shoulder blade.
#kinktober 2024#dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction#kink fics#manic pixie dream ghost#price is right#watcher one kate laswell#PSA from Price sitting backwards in a chair: Remember to practice Risk Aware Consensual Kink#everyone in this scene negotiated consent prior#an hour later they are all in the house watching a movie#and simon and kate's girl are cuddling on the couch
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Angel - Epiphany (2.16) + 9-1-1 - Dumb Luck (5.14)
#burdened with knowledge of tim minear's prior writing credits or perhaps a witch's hex#and well actually. i don't care if you guys like this because i made it specifically for me to look at anyways#tv: 911#tv: angel#angel the series#angeledit#911 abc#911 fox#911edit#911gifs#tvedit#mythtakensgif#eddie diaz#buck buckley#evan buckley#kate lockley#ryan guzman#oliver stark#david boreanaz#elisabeth röhm#tvgifs#televisiongifs#911 spoilers#cinemapix#dailyflicks#long post
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Psychotic Blond (J.Matthews)
:Description: You should have never kissed her.
:A/n: This took up a lot more time than I intended. If you want a part II, inform me and I'll do that.
:TW: not proofread, a bit of animal abuse, mention of rape, slight spice, a bit of obsessive behavior, mention of stalking, the reader is a bi female :)
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You could have taken another route to advanced math, but Natalie, your new-found friend, wanted to use the ladies-room. When she had exited the stall, you both said your fair-wells and continued to class. You sped-walked as quickly as possible.
When you stepped into the room, you didn't expect the teacher to be absent, leaving no one supervising the oddly silent room. You shrugged and looked around until your eyes settled on your group of blue and white friends, who wave and prob's you over, showing that they had reserved a seat for you. You giggle at their antics and take David's hand as he guides you up the steps, to your seat, where you sit and take out your books and stationery.
The room is round like a circle with hundreds of seats and desks with rows of them layered after the other, like a layered cake with a large white-board plastered on the far front wall that also acts a projector. It's a strange site not seeing your teacher hunched over his large desk with his computer, typing away like he always does when he is finished instructing your class on what to do.
"Where is Mr. Flee?" You ask with your chin in your hand, your eyes scanning the room.
"Don't know," says Chloe while pinning her urban hair into a knot with her pencil. "Oh my days, why is Jeanine hard-core staring at us? Is she aware she's painfully obvious?" Chloe points at Jeanine.
Your eyes follow her finger. You make eye contact with the blonde and smile, but she turns back around, shoving her nose into her book. Jeanine Matthews is your father's friend's daughter, who you have been aware of since early childhood, but never really became friends with because you were always studying and she's... well, she was strange.
She sat at the front, so whenever she turned around, it was obvious. Was there something she found interesting? Did something poke her curiosity?
Chloe throws her head back as she bellows a laugh that almost sounds like a hillbilly, causing the room to vibrate and wake a few heads that turn to search for the source. Your eyes widen so largely at how many neck cranes that you feel embarrassed and clap a hand over her loud mouth, shutting her up.
You smile tightly. "Sorry, something must have been funny." You croak, your voice barely audible as your cheeks flush a hideous pink.
Once the attention of the others re-directs to their own business, you pull your hand away and wipe it—onto your dress-skirt— clean of her saliva she pasted onto your palm. You grimace in disgust.
"Yuck, you're gross and—."
"She's staring again." Said Chloe, this time sounding irradiated—all humor; vanished and gone.
You just shrug. "Ignore her. She'll eventually stop." You said while winching as Chloe dug her finger nails into your thigh.
You love Chloe, but sometimes she can be intense, especially when she's jealous. Everyone knew you and Chloe were dating. You didn't know when your relationship started, but she kissed you, and you kissed back— after you came out as bi and found yourself stunned when she kissed you.
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It has been seven weeks since the last time Chloe spoke to you. She's been irritated and even snapping more often whenever someone mentions Jeanine and her creepy staring. She was over it, and apparently over with you. So, yes, she broke things off because she didn't like the idea of someone staring?
Did she feel self-conscious? You laugh at the thought, after all, you were together for almost three years.
Are you drowning in your own sorrow at a party you don't want to be at while sitting on the staircase of David's house with a glass of untouched wine? Yes. Yes, you are.
You sniffle, ignoring the presence sitting beside you. It wasn't until the presence beside you asks a question that you then decided to acknowledge it. You turn your attention to it, and to your surprise, it's Jeanine. She smiles, her lips stained cherry-pink with her hair flowing over her shoulders, her blue—tight—dress modest yet scandalous with the open V front—exposing her plump chest.
You scan her, your eyes eating her up as if you weren't weeping over your ex. You felt a tingle of jealousy.
Hell, she looks better than me, and I took an hour to get ready, you thought.
You forget Jeanine was watching you and round your gaze back to her face, your eyes blowing open at the reminder.
You clear your throat. "Oh, sorry, I didn't quite hear what you said. Could you repeat your question?" You ask, watching her lean forward, her cheeks awake with color— she must have caught you basically checking her out.
"I asked if you were okay?" Jeanine repeats, her breath warm against your ear.
"I'm as okay as it's going to get, hon. I'll be fine... Eventually. Are you okay? You seem a bit lost." You said, now staring at her and her lost gaze.
Is she okay? She seems misplaced.
She sucked her bottom lip in, nodding. She's even closer now. She was shifting closer, her eyes drifting to your open cleavage dress and to your lips. You lose yourself for a second, but turn your head forward just as Jeanine begins leaning in.
But that doesn't stop her.
"Do you feel lonely now? Do you wish to forget about Chloe?" Jeanine whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. She takes the glass out of your hand, drawing your attention.
She doesn't drink from it but smiles. Her toothy grin was something, not even Chloe could come close to. Before you could stop yourself, you were grinning at her.
She took the opportunity to quickly lean forward and snatch your lips into her own. Her lips were soft, plump, and warm. So you kissed her.
Yes, you felt lonely, and yes, you did wish to forget about Chloe—so, did you kiss her back to hopefully fill the lingering hole in your chest? Yup, you sure did.
You part, taking your glass back and bringing it to your lips, taking some of the red liquid past your lips. You put the glass down and cup Jeanine's cheeks— she opens her mouth and tilts her head back, accepting the now warm contents as you pour it from your mouth to hers.
You grin proudly as she swallows it. "Good, very good. Now sit still and feel me, if you wish." You straddle her lap and lick a rouge drop from the corner of her lip, already feeling her impatient hands groping your ass.
You bring her lips back to yours, kissing her and suppressing a moan as she slaps your ass before gripping it again. Without a fight, she allows you to slip your tongue in, and once you're in; she's diving around, allowing you to take charge. You suck on her tongue, rewarding you with a pleasured moan, tasting the drink.
Her hands climb up your back and feel the opening of your exposed dress —it was exposed in the front and the back. Frankly, Jeanine was enjoying it. But guilt filled the pit of your stomach, painfully burning. You released a sob and pushed her away, stumbling as you stood.
She stares at you with worry in her eyes, thinking she did something wrong.
You shake your head. "I'm sorry... I-." You sob again, hiccuping now.
Jeanine reaches for you, but you pull away. You choke out another apology and make a quick get-away, snatching yourself drinks and chugging them back on your way out of leaving David's.
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The next morning you're pissed drunk and grateful for the weekend. You roll over, now realizing that you slept with nothing but your bar and panties on. You drink the bottle of water on your nightstand with painkillers and roll back over, falling back to sleep until you hear your alarm go off.
You wake feeling a lot lighter in the head and get ready for the day and walk into the kitchen.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it Tulip. How are you, hon?" You smile at the stranger drinking his coffee, hunched over the kitchen island.
"I'm fine, Mr Matthews." You reply, swiftly passing his attempt to hug and go straight for his coffee.
You take a swig and don't give it back until you have your full. He chuckles and rolls his eyes.
"Oh, Y/n you know my daughter, right? Jeanine stop staring and say hi." He waves Jeanine over and immediately you feel like dying.
You can't tell if she's mad at you but she should be.
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After an awkward breakfast that was filled with Jeanine's strange staring your father allows you and your blond guest to leave. But what were you supposed to do with her? Play chess, read, push her out of your house and never breathe around her again?
Your father takes notice of your weird behavior and says, "Y/n, why don't you take Jeanine to your quarters and hangout there?" He suggests with an eager grin.
You mirror his smile and take Jeanine's hand, taking her up the main flight of stairs. You turn right, down the corridor that leads to your quarters and pause.
"I'm sorry about last night," You blurt out as you face her, fiddling with your fingers. "It wasn't cool or fair for you or myself. I swear you did nothing wrong, I apologize."
You expected her to be enraged, perhaps even yell at you. But she just smiled. "No, that's okay. But I will admit, I did feel a bit hurt when you left me there..." her grin grows wider and larger as she stalks closer to you.
"But I'm sure you can always make it up to me at some point."
Her face was only inches away from yours now. The slightest move forward could cause a remake of last night— minus the crying and running out.
"At some point." You remind her, sterner than intended and continue your march to your goal location.
Your father said quarters, which it was. You push the round double doors open and reveal a living room. In the front right corner lived a fire place with a glass coffee table with a chess board on top of it, a white leather lounge on the left-wide side and two smaller cushion-leather chairs on its smaller length sides.
In the center lives another glass coffee table but bigger in size with a matching lounge like the one in the right front corner, resting on it: is a fruit bowl and a glass water pitcher with three glasses. On the left far corner is a black piano and a harp that you learned to play as a child and still play as a way to learn and cope.
The wooden floor clinks against the footsteps of you and Jeanine heeled shoes. Her eyes look around the room in pure awe and curiosity. It wasn't just a living room but also a library with large shelves, holding all sorts of books. On both sides are round staircases, built into the shelves that lead to the second and final floor of the library, which also acts as more shelves for books.
On the left side is a large round window that stares over the main library of Erudite that is also used as a source for natural light. Resting at the feet of the window is an alcove; a large nook in the window, sprouting out a plush navy blue sofa, complemented with white wood that copies the walls.
Lastly, on the back wall is another set of round double doors that lead to your room.
All families with parents and partners with a high IQ—a sign of high status and wealth, due to work—homes look this way, with living quarters or chambers unlike typical homes or apartments like most factions or individuals with lower IQ's/status. Jeanine is no stranger to the chambers concept, but the way her eyes devoured the room almost made you think otherwise.
You pour her a glass of water while eyeing her, observing her carefully as if trying to figure out what was lurking behind her icy blue eyes. She was strange you knew that as fact. But you never knew her attraction to other girls, let alone you. Her constant starting should have been a tell-tale sign but when you were both still tiny humans, she did do odd things that also should have been a dead give away for affection.
For example, when you were just learning how to cook, you sliced your finger open. It bled all over your new blue and white dress and you wept as a reaction to the pain. But there was nothing to stop the bleeding; no cloth, no tissue. Nothing. Until there wasn't. Jeanine had popped your finger into her mouth and used the leverage to guide both you and her to your father, who stared wide-eyed and slightly amused at the sight of your finger in Jeanine's mouth, as if it were the only solution.
Ever since, she kept her distance. Only appearing when you need help or comfort like last night.
"Odd, girl." You mutter under your breath while drawing Jeanine's attention with a slight 'ahem'.
"For you." You offer the glass and sit, tucking your long blue skirt under your buttom.
She takes it with a grin and joins you.
"I like your living quarters, especially the roof," she points up at the painted ceiling. It was a clear blue sky with doves and ravens. "It's beautiful." She compliments.
"Thank you, it took me almost a year to finish."
Jeanine stares at you, wide open, revealing her pink tongue and pearly-white teeth. "You painted that masterpiece?" Jeanine shrike, her finger still pointing upwards.
You couldn't help but chuckle at her surprise. Of course she wouldn't know, she has never stepped into your living quarters before.
You nod. "Yes. I used to paint a lot when I was younger, before my tastes changed and I moved onto music." You explain, pointing your index finger to the two instruments in the room.
"You're a true source of talent, Y/n. You're beautiful, intelligent, and a real aesthete." Said Jeanine while taking a short sip of her water before placing it down on a blue coaster, on top of the table.
Your cheeks burned with color, it made your stomach clench and flutter. Jeanine Matthews: a flirt, who would have guessed it. Your lips curl into a smile, hands shaking as you try to drink from your glass. But her words ring your ear like a broken record, making you feel shy and even slightly giddy.
"Are you blushing, Tulip?" She teases, her delicate fingers caressing your hot cheek.
"Do you need glasses, Jenie?" You say with a laugh, gaze shifting to hers. She laughs with you, her head resting on your shoulder.
Through the fits of laughter, she gazes up at you, her eyes speaking all types of 'I love you's'. But of course you don't see it and place your glass on a coaster.
Resting your head on hers, you enjoy the silents, forgetting last night's fuse and the years lost to a possible friendship. You felt it but didn't register her actions. Her lips devour an exposed patch of skin on your neck, kissing gently. It wasn't until you felt her fingers working at the sleeve of your blouse on your shoulder; do you then register her actions.
You ease her hand away with a polite smile. "Would you like to play chess?" You offer but she shakes her head.
She slams her lips to yours in seconds, forgetting her manners of asking for consent. You groan at the force behind the impact and try to lean away but find her hand in your hair, untying the blue ribbon and holding you in place. Her tongue slips past your lips, entering and consuming whatever it can touch.
Before you could even think straight, you kissed her back, meeting her intense desires. You cup her cheeks and relish in her gentle moans as you suck on her tongue, demanding control. You win but it's short lived when she parts for air.
Your hair falls as the fabric loses its hold. She grins, her lips plush. She drops the ribbon to the wooden floor. "First piece of fabric to go. Several more left." She says before latching her lips on the bare part of your neck, kissing and occasionally sucking. But not enough to leave a mark.
She kneads your clothed chest, cupping, groping. You huff and puff, still trying to take in breath into your lungs as you feel her unbuttoning your blouse.
Stop her, she'll get the wrong message; the voice in your head beckons. But you push it back and allow her to open your blouse, exposing your chest and belly, so she can get a better feel of your tits. Your head falls back at the sensation of her mouth on a tender spot on your neck, shutting your eyes. She doesn't stop, especially when you rack your hand through her hair and hold her hand in place with your free hand.
You didn't want her to stop and neither did she, it felt too good. For Jeanine it felt victorious. Years of waiting and she finally gets to feel you, kiss you and indulge in your small whimpers, moans, and small inhales for air.
"Jeanine, we're leaving." Her father calls, his footsteps echoing through the hallway.
You shoot your eyes open and Jeanine stops, pulling herself away while you button up your blouse with shaky hands. He was drawing closer and the door was wide open, so time was ticking. Jeanine takes charge and buttons up your blouse before dealing with her disheveled hair as you pick the ribbon.
"Forget about it." She mutters, taking it from you and stuffing it into her pocket before dropping beside you, glass in hand.
You mimic her actions, running your fingers through your hair.
Jeanine's father leans against the door frame, his arms folded over his chest, his gaze scanning over the room. His eyes glint with what can only be described as; curiosity. "Come, Jenie, we must go home. The Aptitude test is tomorrow. Let's leave the L/n's to mentally prepare." He grins before starting his walk down the corridor.
Jeanine pouts. "Bye, Tulip." She says disappointingly.
"Bye, Jenie. Good luck on your Aptitude test." You say equally disappointed.
Before she leaves though she cups your cheeks and kisses you, fiercely. You part with a trail of saliva, hers icy blue eyes drinking you in.
"See you tomorrow." She says over shoulder as she struts out, chasing after her father.
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You in fact didn't see Jeanine the following day. You did, however see Chloe and she seemed a mess. Everyone, especially yourself did as you recall your result: Candor.
Of course that was what your results were. You were blunt, transparent and far too honest. You didn't care who you were honest with, no one was safe from your silver tongue. You were always genuine with your words, especially when you apologized to Jeanine.
You felt like weeping, crying, sobbing. You'll have to leave home and all its familiarity. A tear drove down your cheek as your body shook. You were in the school cafeteria, everyone can see you, especially your friends who now stare at you as your body shook with tears.
You didn't know who pulled you into their arms but you were grateful and didn't care. You wept into their chest, sniffling in a familiar scent that made your stomach curdle. You look up and find Chloe's hazel eyes, staring at you sympathetically.
You knew she wanted to ask why, but the rules were clear. No one is supposed to share their results. But she comforted you anyways and so did your friends as one by one, they cradled around you, holding you. You may never see them again.
Jeanine sat with a bitter scowl on her face. She was sitting with the students who have yet to be assessed. She watched Chloe ditch her friends to comfort you, pulling you into her arms, making her skin crawl. She truly didn't understand what a deal was.
Chloe screams, her eyes puffy and red from crying. "Please. Please stop!" She cries, trying to fight her restraints.
Jeanine shook her head with a disapproving tsk, tsk. "You know pets are forbidden in Erudite." She said with a wicked grin, batting the small dog.
It whimpers in pain, ears tucked behind its head with his tail mirroring its actions, binding it between its legs. Chloe cries again, her throat dry from sobbing and shouting. "Please, I beg you. I'll do anything. Just please stop harming him."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything. Just, please stop."
Jeanine got what she wanted and Chloe's barely walking dog got to go home. But as Jeanine observes the interaction, she imagines shooting the dog in the head. We had a deal, Miss Brum. Your dog will pay for your failure to stay away. Jeanine thought, clenching her fists until her knuckles were pasty white.
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Life in Candor was not easy at first, especially during your initiation; where you had to spill your guts. But things went on and no one seemed too distraught about your inner thoughts and sexuality, especially your now husband: Jack Kang.
He found you even more fascinating when he heard about your sexuality and how it affected your life in Erudite. What he didn't expect was: "I had a fling with Jeanine Matthews. That's why I don't want to attend the faction representative meeting. I can't face her, not now." You confessed with ease and without the slightest hesitation.
Jack's mouth flaps open. He was more than shocked, perhaps stunned. You, his wife had some sort of fling with the Erudite rep. You're just telling him now?
"Why are you just informing me now?"Jack spits, pointing his finger, visibly angry, losing his placidness.
"You dated my cousin before being with me. Past relationships mean nothing, or do you not remember saying that," You retort, now challenging him.
Of course he remembers. He was being honest with you at the moment, at the time. You were finding it hard to adjust to your new life, especially after the final stage. Everyone knew about your taste for both genders, everyone had their own opinions, even the boy you fancied before Jack, which was not too good.
Past relationships didn't matter. Jack loves you and he wasn't planning on letting you go, so he said what he knew was true; what was on his mind and heart. Nothing about your sexuality was going to chase him away, make him love you any less.
"Or were you just lying to me."
Jack falters, eyes visibly hurt. "No, my love. Not at all," He calms down, sitting beside you on the couch and wraps his arms around you, shielding you.
You rest your head on his chest, allowing him to inhale your scent: tulips. He relaxes. "It's just... Jeanine makes my job harder. I was under the impression that she was challenging me—pushing me. I thought it was a teaching method, not bullying or disrespect. But I should have known. The signs were there and I didn't question them enough." He sucks in breath, calming himself, trying to prevent another roller coaster of anger.
"What does that have to do with me? What are you talking about?" You ask, pulling away, now frustrated.
Jack pinches the bridge of his nose, staring at you through his fingers. He huffs and slumps forward, elbows resting on his knees. You nudge him.
"Jack." You try to catch his attention, rubbing his back and kissing his shoulder. His muscles fall, he's relaxed.
Before you could ask again he opens his mouth: "It wasn't a fling to her, you maybe. But not her. She's in love with you. You... my wife," He spoke, his tone harsh and irritated.
You froze, stunned and a little guilty. Jack has been stressed out and even hurting because of you. Because you ignored the voice in your head.
Stop her, she'll get the wrong message.
You mentally curse yourself, wrapping yourself in your arms. Now feeling as if it's wrong to touch Jack— the man you loved so much that you said 'I do' and started a family with him.
"Jeanine Matthews has been making my life as the representative of Candor so much harder. She's been bullying me and I didn't even think of it as that." He sounds defeated.
Jack should be yelling, screaming and tearing into you but he doesn't. He just sat there, feeling like a fool.
"Then switch positions with me. It's time that you rest and I fill in the space as the representative." You spoke without thinking.
He stares at you like you were some sort of mad man with two heads. But before he can object, you jump in.
"The reason you took the job was because I was pregnant. It was because I couldn't lead with my mind unclear and unfocused. Let me take the burden off your shoulders, my love." You spoke with ease and care, caressing his cheek with your thumb and kissing his cheek.
God, how you loved this man. His broken eyes tore into you.
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No one was surprised by the switch of leadership. Jack was losing it and your eldest was fifteen with the life of Erudite ahead of him by how much of his dorm was filled with books, instead of people.
So when the announcement was made, you were welcomed with ease. You were the first to be seated, so you fixed your hair up with a black ribbon and drank some tea, waiting for Marcus to stop chatting to a young Amity girl who serves drinks and unfortunately has no will power to tell him to fuck off.
In time the Dauntless leadership rolls in with your own slowly filtering in with them. Sometime later the Amity rep: Johanna and her team walk in with Erudite behind them, chatting and enjoying each other's company.
When everyone is seated, still waiting on Marcus to take his seat at the high court seats with his team, you grow impatient, feeling a familiar set of icy blue eyes staring right at you.
"Stop talking to the poor girl, Marcus. She wants not your attention but to do her job and move on with her life. So, please do us all a favor and take your seat and perhaps start the meeting." You spoke, eyeing Marcus and his red cheeks.
He grumbles and waddles to where he must be stationed. "That's not very Abnegation of him. Wasting our time is selfish, not selfless." One of your members whispers in your ear, rewarding her with a laugh.
She nudges you with her elbow and you nudge her. Kathy, she's your sister-in-law. A real Candor with the most bluntest of tongues and a life of the party. She always made a way to make you laugh or smile during the worst times. You weren't close but knew each other well enough to like one another's company.
She managed to have four kids before ending her marriage with her ex-husband, who used to be a part of Candor's leadership group before the scandal he pulled. What a shame, he was caught five inches deep inside a drunken prostitute. A shame for him but a winning case for Kathy.
The meeting begins and immediately debates break out, mainly from your team who seem to be having the upper hand and winning, while Marcus and his team are stammering. He wanted to reform laws, regarding marriage and age. In other words nuptial law.
He wants to make it possible for children to marry, due to the faction-less situation. The current problem is that the faction-less young girls, under the age of ten—not women, largely—are becoming pregnant at a rate that not even Abnegation can support. The pregnancies are occuring, either through zero education about sex or unfortunately, rape.
But changing the law, itself affects all of society. It would only lead to immoral and unjust marriages to occur between all age groups, perhaps even trapping young boys and girls into situations that would mark them for the rest of their lives. It could even create child slavery and abuse in the marriage; making it immoral, unjust and unlawful.
This is the wrong solution, made by the wrong man.
"What is needed is better education, for these children." Kathy voices, her tone stern and strong, sending you into cardiac arrest.
You admire her and her talent to say 'fuck you and hell no', without actually saying it. Before you could stop yourself, you're admiring her. Your eyes widen, like a cat finding something interesting. Then she is staring at you, your entire team is and you smile.
"What are you grinning at? Continue with your speech and kill this fucker." She whispers harshly, pulling at the ribbon in your hair until it loses its hold. Your hair flows out, in a river meant to shine and get you in the game.
You nod and your team sits, all visibly angry.
"Understand this, Marcus. Law is for every citizen. We cannot change a law to fit your factions ideals. Yes, marriage is necessary for the Abnegation, in order to produce off-springs. But I don't see how marriage is going to fix the problem," You laugh, with your fingers running through your hair.
"These young girls are either mothering children as a result to no education about sex or unfortunate acts of rape. Which is all proven by the Dauntless police force and the Erudite reports. Anyways, how are these fathers, supposed to financially support a marriage when they haven't any money?" The question hangs in the air with no answer.
You stand waiting. But with no answer, you continue.
"Why is this up to debate? Why do you ruffle our black and white feathers? Why, Marcus? Isn't it your faction's, selfless duty to care for those babies?" Once your words were out, it became clear that he had stepped into the wrong battle.
His own government and friends were whispering among themselves. Their 'solution', now proven foul. But you're not finished.
"Abnegation, I speak with no disrespect but only respect. As a woman of the law—once lawyer, then judge and now Faction rep, I speak only the truth. It is a self indulging thing you are all trying to string together, for the Faction-less. It is admirable, what you do for them. But to issue a change in law for young boys and girls to marry, under the age of eighteen to fit your ideals... it's selfish." You finish and take your seat.
The tension is high as the Abnegation whisper to one another and even argue. It seems that not all agree with Marcus and it's showing.
Jeanine couldn't stop her grin, gracing her lips. She hasn't seen you in years, well not without you noticing. She likes the new you and sees how your test could conclude to Candor. She has missed you dearly and does not blame you for your endeavors.
If I just kept you closer, she thought, eyeing you hungrily like a starved animal.
But Jeanine never miscalculates. She is always accurate.
In time, my Tulip. In time
#divergent#divergent fanfiction#jeanine matthews#jeanine matthews x reader#tris prior#tris prior x reader#four#tobias eaton#tobias eaton x reader#Peter x reader#peter#eric coulter#eric coulter x reader#christina divergent x reader#christina x reader#kate winslet#kate winslet x reader
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"Penelope has insecurities!" As an excuse for her harming others because of those said insecurities falls very flat when it puts the character's, who live during a time of few options especially if you were a women, at risk. And even with her insecurities, her lashing out and hurting people should be held in the same regard as how some view Cressida, who didn't get the luxury of a view into her home life until s3, unlike Penelope, and while it still has people calling out this behavior, although rightfully so, it often still includes denying that Penelope needs to take accountability as well.
#some on twitter said how in fandom yt characters will get a pass for hurting other characters just bc of their insecurities#which is very true when you look at how some to this day still talk about marina with a lot of misogynoir rhetoric just to defend pen#like how can you say “support morally grey or complex female characters” but then shit on marina left & right while erasing/woobifying pen'#own complexities? it doesn't make sense#i would find pen much more enjoyable if her complexities were acknowledged and the harm she did was called out & corrected#but i can't even enjoy spaces like that without some of her fans jumping into the frey and painting it as a crime against them#if you reflect that heavily on a character that's fine but don't get mad when other people don't see it the same way as you#especially poc who have to see pen not only call a kate (and simon) “beast” or constantly make petty brutal remarks about queen charlotte#for no reason as well as use abliest remarks to refer to the king george who suffers a debilitating mental illness#there was no reason for her to do all of that besides being deeply insecure that it makes her harm others who don't even know her#calling that out isn't a bad thing 😭#and yeah while i like/enjoy cressida i can call her out for her behavior toward pen & others even tho i understand it#i could even do the same for pen but see my prior points#the “let female characters be complex” crowd are (not always but sometimes) the first to remove these complexities and it's frustrating!#anti penelope featherington#bridgerton#pen stans don't interact bc this clearly says anti#made this post after people on twitter got on my nerves & created sob stories that ain't never happened just to make whitewash pen
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Fantasy Rom-Coms
The genre I never knew I needed. Until I found it.
Short 'n' sweet book rec post today (because I know I've been doing a lot of deep-dive analyses of late). I deserve a break. You deserve a break. So let's do it.
Here's my top three fantasy rom-com series at the moment!
Pick them up if you enjoy a bit of smutty fantasy and are in the mood to laugh.
1. Anything by Kimberly Lemming
I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don't even think they were built with my back in mind.
Lemming is an auto-buy author for me. This woman is bloody hilarious. The humour is farcical and somewhat absurdist, which is my absolute favourite style. I grew up with the likes of Monty Python, The Mighty Boosh, and The Confessions of Georgia Nicholson - so Lemming's work is right up my alley.
Her character Alexis, the dirty-talking sword (yes, you read that correctly) is, in my mind, nothing short of comedic genius.
"Oh my god, chip my steal, you're so annoying," Alexis snapped. "Maybe if you fixed your attitude and took a bath once in a while, women would talk to you. You smell like old cheese and a mother's regret."
I know some reviewers have been thrown off my the modern vernacular in Lemming's work, due to its medieval-like fantasy setting. However, I think that is exactly what makes these books so good (and refreshing).
The love interests speak a bit more "ye oldy", while the female protagonists speak like we do. The result is something akin to what might happen if a modern romance reader were dropped into a smutty fantasy world. It's brilliant. For example:
"Every scratch," he whispered, his tone gentle and comforting. "Every bruise, I will pay back in fire and blood." I blinked. "Um... that is so sweet but so unnecessary."
I'd recommend reading Lemming's work in publication order, which is as follows (links included):
That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon
Mistlefoe (novella - available with KU)
That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf
Two Scoops of Hellfire (novella - standalone - available with KU)
A Bump in Boohail (novella - available with KU)
That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Human
2. Alphas of Nasila series by V.K. Ludwig
“If you ever see me running in heels, then you better run, too,” she says with a scoff. “What am I supposed to run away from, anyway?” “Me!” “Why? You got a chase kink or something?”
The best way I can think to describe this series is that it is Omegaverse satire. The pairings are alien males and human females, and the smut / romance includes all your fairly standard A/B/O tropes - with the exception of non-con. The consent is refreshingly solid here.
Book one of this series, Heat for Hire, was actually my entry into the Omegaverse. If you're unfamiliar with the genre, then this is a good place to start because the protagonist, Elli, is unfamiliar with how alpha/omega pairings work. So all the... ahem... knotting, heat cycles, etc. are explained via her first experience of them.
My skin prickles at the memory of Rhen’s growl. But only until I remember that I rubbed myself to orgasm on a civil servant.
However, book two, Knot for Nest is by far the best of the series, in my opinion. The chemistry between the two protagonists, Lucy and Tjor, is brilliant - and it's just a genuinely hilarious read. Lucy is a snarky, independent omega who absolutely knows how to play the big, bad alphas to her advantage.
Book three, Purr for Purchase, is a lot higher angst (and less comedic) than its predecessors. It wasn't really my cup of tea, but that's just because I'm not a huge fan of pregnancy in romance.
If you've tried the Omegaverse before but not enjoyed it because of the power imbalances or dub/non-con, then I'd still recommend this series. The Omega / Alpha dynamic is very much reserved for the bedroom and does not reflect how the couple interacts outside of it. This is particularly true of Lucy and Tjor. She might enjoy being "dominated" during sex, but she genuinely holds all the power in the relationship.
“Big, bad alpha, all calm and well-behaved between my thighs.”
The characters in each Alphas of Nasila book are interconnected and the events chronological. However, you do not necessarily have to read these books in order. If you're sceptical of the Omegaverse in general, start with book two. All these novels are available with KU.
3. Claws & Cubicles Series by Kate Prior
Some people really haven’t adjusted to life under the Dark Reign of Terror yet. Some things are different, but honestly it’s all cosmetic. Things aren’t that different from when we had a normal, living CEO.
This series is like The Office, but with monsters (and smut). The dry, relatable humour of a boring corporate job - but with non-human co-workers like orcs, the undead, etc - is genius.
The comedy definitely leans into that classic British deadpan / understatement style. Think IT Crowd, Faulty Towers, and After Life. I think anyone who's ever worked in an office will definitely be smirking and chuckling their way through this series.
“You could have just called me in. I’ve got skin.” I wonder if that last remark is rude or something. After all, he doesn’t really have skin, to my knowledge. I hope I don’t have to take an undead sensitivity training class now.
Book one, Live Laugh Lich, gets pretty kinky (the MMC has three... er... yes). The smut here isn't going to be for everyone. But I liked the humour so much that I didn't really mind if the intimate scenes weren't my cup of tea.
However book two, The Orc From the Office, holds a much broader appeal, I think. I adored this installment. I'd recommend pushing through and reading this, even if you had mixed feelings on book one. The orc MMC is a socially awkward cinnamon roll and I love him.
I wonder distantly if my health insurance covers being eviscerated by Orc cock.
Book three, The Gargoyle from General Management, left me a bit wanting in terms of the character development. However, the setting of everyone being away together on a company retreat was comedy gold.
All of the Claws & Cubicles books are available on KU.
That's all! I hope you enjoy the smutty rom-com fantasy recs!
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#book recs#fantasy romance#romance#smut#book recommendations#sci fi romance#romantasy#omegaverse#kimberly lemming#vk ludwig#kate prior#alphas of nasila#mead mishaps#claws and cubicles#monster romance
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"I don't wanna write smut- but the parasites in me (tbz) want me to write smut."
#since i don't post on tiktok other than “unboxing” little merch thingies i get#this is where this “audio” will be going#(this is shouting out to the 3 or 4 tbz smuts i have in progress when up until now i've only wrote fluff due to trauma the past 5 yrs)#i don't want to eat candy- but the parasites in me want the candy- i don't wanna drink liquor i don't like liquor but the parasites-#the demon in me- IT wants the liquor- you understand what i'm saying#*i took out the part about not liking smut because well- if you've seen my recs- you'll know that'll make me a liar*#kate rambles after here#i originally wrote this post when i had only two smuts in progress.... anyways i'll be posting fluff soon but i first have to get#rid of my migraine to edit the thing *rip it apart until it makes me happy*#also all of the smuts prior to this don't feel like my good works... pls don't go digging for them i wish to light them on fire but#sadly i won't do that :)#kate rambles#it was all because of fixing that one kiki fic and writing that one h.one smut... and now with tbz- here i am spiraling#it seems i continuously spiral#esp with those *lovely* weirdos who i can only seem to write about anymore
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I barely relax on my days off. I mean, how does anyone relax in late-stage evil empiricism? You work all week, then maybe get a couple of chores and enough laundry done on the weekends to survive another few days. I’m always trying to out-work the system, like if I can just get up early enough I’ll somehow find a secret stash of hours to use, instead of just stealing sleep from my body.
The Orc from the Office (Claws & Cubicles, #2) by Kate Prior
#book quote#the orc from the office#kate prior#claws and cubicles#fantasy#romance#paranormal#quote#quotes#booklr#bookblr
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A hug from any of the TDIM protagonists could fix me
#this cast is just so special to me??? idk why#they're all just like super comforting to me#maybe it's because it's the only dpa game ive had to wait to release#so like i got to meet them all prior to the game coming out or something?#idk but ive loved them all dearly ever since i saw the demo#the dark pictures anthology#supermassive games#the devil in me#mark nestor#erin keenan#jamie tiergan#kate wilder#charlie lonnit
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Young Avengers (2005) #3, 4, 5
#I need you all to know that this all happened in one night and they just met a few hours prior to this night#immediately ride-or-die for each other and I love that#Kate calling Cassie 'honey' and 'Cass' yes please#and Kate declaring that she wouldn't leave without Cassie#and Cassie holding Kate twice#katecassie#cassiekate#kate x cassie#cassie x kate#kate bishop#hawkeye#cassie lang#stature#young avengers#marvel#marvel comics#comic series#my post
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