#sorry is this a modern mating ritual

[sunnami]

so you want to... slather me.. in peanut butter? i.. i suppose i wont stop you. oh, do i prefer creamy or crunchy..? creamy, i don’t like the peanut chunks, he he.

o-oh... okay, i guess. 😳

(i like creamy peanut butter, too. but i prefer hazeulnut spread. cheers, anon!)

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: DILF! Maglor

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/N: Once again, I have returned with my modern AU headcanons after so long. I’ve promised you all DILF headcanons for Maglor after it won the poll from last year. Sorry for the long wait. Do enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, breeding, lactation kink

➽ Modern AU Series

SFW

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has adopted two children, Elrond and Elros and lives in a small-town neighbourhood. Despite his age, he has the most youthful-looking appearance that has all the mothers fawning over him every time he drops his sons off at school. He has a few grey streaks in his hair, but people tend to brush it off as his natural hair colour and not a sign of his ageing.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…catches your eye one day at the supermarket while he’s out buying groceries for his kids. It was Elros who ran off in the middle of shopping and allowed Maglor to bump into you. He was kind enough to pay for your few items.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds you cute and when he discovers that you live within the neighbourhood, uses his sons as a means to get you to talk to him since he was nervous in the beginning. When he gains the confidence, he’ll make regular trips to your home and spend the evening cooking and teaching you tips.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… invites you over for Sunday lunches so you and the twins can bond in the kitchen as you assist them with cooking. He’ll stand in the doorway and observe how perfect you look interacting with his sons, and can’t help himself from thinking how lovely you were for him.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to bring you with him in the mornings whenever he’s dropping off the twins just to make all the other parents jealous. He’ll pull you in for a side hug and swoop in for a peck to make everyone get the hint that he’s taken and you all are a family.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…spends his time off taking all four of you on family-oriented holidays and shows everyone who’s ogling him that he’s taken by the most beautiful partner in the world. He loves to give you tons of kisses and then laugh whenever Elrond and Elros scream ‘ew’ or ‘yuck’.

DILF! Maglor who…smiles brilliantly the first time he hears Elrond and Elros address you as mother/mummy. It was a dream come through and all that he needed to commence the final act…put a ring on your finger and make you his wifey.

NSFW

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…pulls you into the backseat of the car after he dropped his sons off at school for a quick fuck because you two were interrupted this morning by the twins. Everything is sweaty and hot as he folds you into some challenging position to suit the cramped spacing. It becomes a ritual whenever you both have to drop them off at school or pick them up.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…finds the most obscure places to have quickies because the twins are so attached to you, they never wish to give you a break and leave you alone for a second. Sometimes early in the morning as you’re making breakfast, in the shower or in the cabinet when the twins are out of sight…for five minutes.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…takes you to neighbourhood parties the other mothers are hosting to rub it in their faces that there’s no way they can fit themselves in between you two by sneaking away for a quick session in the washroom and hoping that the others hear.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…reads up on lots of medical books for pregnancies because he’s been wanting another child to care for and who else could be more perfect than you to bare his next baby. He ensures that you’re eating right and he’s fucking you enough times a week to increase the chances of impregnation.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…loves to rub your stomach every session and whisper about how you’ll look lovely with a round belly and carrying his child. He praises you all the time to reassure you of any doubt you’re having as he folds you into a deeper mating press before releasing himself into you. Makes you keep his cum in you longer than usual for certainty.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who… is thrilled to learn that you’re pregnant and shares the news with his sons before having a little family celebration. He’ll take you all out for ice cream and let the twins eat as much as they want because he knows it’ll put them to sleep so you and he can celebrate in private back home.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…keeps you active throughout your pregnancy because he’s gravitated towards your belly and how you’re glowing. It’s worse when he observes how the twins constantly surround you, rubbing your growing belly, and talking to their sibling.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…has grown an affinity for your breasts now that they’re all swollen with milk and will massage and squeeze them for you anytime they’re hurting. However, once the baby is born, he finds a way to become useful anytime your breasts leak. Lactation kink unlocked. He adores how plump your breasts have become.

⊰ DILF! Maglor who…is blessed for the new addition to his little family and is grateful for having you in his children and his life.

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[newtabfics]

Returned: Rauru x Fem!Reader NSFT Series. Part 4

Summary: Rauru is somehow revived in modern Hyrule and his instincts have gone insane as he realizes he's lost his mate.

Triggers for mild dubcon elements as well as just nsft stuff.

Part 1

The moon glowed overhead, Thadd squinted as he saw a horse with two figures atop it. Sighing in relief, he realized not only was it Y/N’s horse but Y/N was astride it. Behind her though was a strange creature.

He balked and looked at her as she approached. “Y/N, you’re back. It’s so late.”

She smiled sheepishly as the creature behind her gripped her hips firmly. “Sorry about startling ya if I did.”

“You’re not scary,” He chuckled, earning a pouted glare as he glanced at Rauru. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Tired. Met him along the way and he’s going to be staying with me.”

“Congrats! …I think?” He looked at the creature warily.

“I’m fine,” She assured him before dismounting, nodding to the Zonai to do so as well. “Are you really gonna stay up all night again?”

“It’s for our safety! There could be a monster running up at any moment. I might not be able to hunt Lynels for sport like that hero, but I can at least hold the frontline until–Gah!” he choked when he chopped down against the center of his head, wincing and rubbing at the spot. “What was that for?”

“I’m not saying it isn’t admirable. What I am saying is that it’s dumb. How can you hold the front if you can barely hold against a woman half your size,” she teased. He sheepishly looked away as she took hold of her mare’s reigns. “If you happen to see them, could you tell Link and Zelda that I’m back and home?”

“Will do,” he grumbled, rubbing still as she led Rauru into the village. “Ah, Y/N…is he…good?”

“I wouldn’t bring him if he wasn’t,” She assured him, continuing on her way.

Rauru kept his jaw clenched tight, hoping to suppress his instincts. It was bad enough he couldn’t wait until they were home, opting to pounce her right near the gate of Fort Hateno. He smirked, catching the reddened bite mark on the back of her neck as they walked to her home. It was a cozy little place near the edge of town. It was just below the pasture of the village and the horse practically pranced over to her stall before Y/N could remove her gear.

“Head on in. I gotta get her settled before anything else.”

“Alright.”

He studied her for a moment as she worked. She clearly knew what she was doing so he went inside to inspect his mate’s home.

It was comfortable and warm. Not just because of the late summer warmth but because of the appearance. There were scattered books and papers across the living area, almost a trail of papers going up the stairs to the loft room. Other than that it was fairly clean. There appeared to be wilting flowers, though in her defense she’d been out and having met him.

The trip was around six days, so the petal breaking off when his claw barely lifted it made perfect sense. He only wondered if she was overwhelmed by something and began to clean up her scattered papers. He wasn’t sure of her study habits so he instead opted for gathering it all and placing it on the desk for her to go through later on.

As he did this though, he noticed her scent seemed to linger at the desk and made note of the unmade bed. He wondered how many nights she’d put herself to sleep trying to crack whatever code she needed to.

Looking at the studies though, it was very apparent that these were sketches and notes about the ruins around Hyrule, more specifically Zonai ruins.

He blinked as he saw the ancient ruins that were in the southernmost area of Hyrule, Faron. He blinked as he studied the material, even seeing an old ritual outfit he’d seen once before on a Hylian model.

“Interesting,” He hummed, smiling softly as he set it down. He wondered how much he could tell her to help her so she might sleep in her bed at night.

Glancing at the stairs, he decided to check out her sleeping area only to freeze when the door opened.

Y/N was brushing off her hands on her pants and smiled as she began to unbuckle her gear. He was proud of her for wearing the gear to begin with but it didn’t change his worry for her wellbeing. 

Watching her shed the armor and roll her shoulder to readjust to the lack of weight made him step forward and gently rub it. He smiled at her content sigh of pleasure from his touch, though it had admittedly gone straight to his cock.

“Really? We just had sex not three hours ago,” She joked, looking up at him.

“How’d you know?”

“You’re pressing against me again, Rauru,” She snickered, making him flush as he realized he indeed was doing just that. He smiled and kissed her head. “Were you really jealous of Thadd?”

He tensed. “I wasn’t. I was just prepared in case he tried anything.”

“Don’t be going after Thadd. He’s a sweet man who tries his best.”

“At falling asleep on duty?”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Hateno is a peaceful little place. There are those monsters that occasionally pop up but honestly? We don’t need a guard.”

“Even so, it’s clear he has his own paranoia to work on.”

“Ironic coming from you,” She snickered. He blinked at that. “No one is going to steal me. Besides, I’m not entirely yours yet. Gotta work for it.”

He smirked and rutted roughly against her. “I will happily work for it,” He teased.

She turned and kissed him, cupping him over the clothing. “There’s no need to really hold back now, Your Highness.”

Y/N only felt his length twitch under the clothing before he was on her, laying her out on her dining room table. She giggled when he frantically ripped off her clothing. He stopped, eyes scanning over her and making her skin flush. “What?”

“I want to protect you,” he said gently before moving her legs up and kneeling down. Y/N gulped as she watched him. “I want to protect my mate…I don’t want to fail again.”

Before she could respond, he buried his face into her, making her arch up and moan as she gripped his hair. His tongue was burying itself inside her, as if asking the gods between her legs for forgiveness. He hummed and gripped her thighs, holding her in place.

Y/N whined and gripped his hair tightly, lifting him up as best as she could with the awkward position. His pupils were blown wide as he looked at her almost pitifully. He looked like a starving man being told he can’t eat in her eyes.

“I can protect myself. You don’t need to worry over me, Rauru,” She assured him.

He eyed her as he crawled over her, stripping his pants away. She gulped as she looked at the thing resting on her stomach and twitching. It was hot and hard and throbbing with the need to breed her specifically. The Zonai rutted against her as his lips found her neck.

“I’m going to.”

She smiled, knowing her history lessons, and cupped the back of his head. “Then let me worry over you.”

He hummed and nipped gently in response, as if unhearing of it until she tugged his hair. “I’m worried you’re going to become an animal on me. Actually, I’m turned on by it. So show me your animal side, Rauru.”

He snarled and pushed into her slowly, relishing in the way she simply accepted him inside her, unlike the first time when her body resisted him the slightest. Now, she was taking him, moaning lowly as he stood over her, watching their bodies connect.

Rauru moved slowly, gripping her knees to keep her spread wide as her slick began to cover his shaft with every movement.

Her whine made him shiver, and before she could finish saying “Rauru, please go fast–” he was pumping wildly into her, making her choke and moan loudly. His hips slammed into her aggressively, as if trying to break her more as he pinned her knees to her chest.

The Zonai relished the way she squeezed and soaked him, even squirting as she mewled in pleasure. Her body shook and whined until she was practically howling his name.

“I’ve barely done a thing. Maybe you just love it that much. Love how I break you open and ruin you for anyone else.”

“I-I do!” Y/N whined, shaking on the table as the Zonai continued his attack on her. “I love how it f-feels! Please, more! More, Ra-Rauru!”

He snarled and pulled out, flipping her over so she was bent over the table. With a quick slap to her rear, he was buried into her again and gripping her hips as he thrust.

She only regretted the table when she saw the bruises in her hips the following morning.

xx FINALE

[honeyhotteoks]

I was rereading TNT and I got stuck at the moment she asks Yunho to claim her. "In a split second you had offered him your life." What would claiming her imply in your universe? Especially cause at the moment this happens, they're just co-workers & friends who offered to help her, no feelings attached (theoretically haha), so the possibility that they didn't want anything more than sex with her were huge. What consequences would that have had on her as an omega and maybe on Yunho (if there are any serious ones on alphas)? Sorry if this has been asked before. Thank you so much! And I'd like to add that you're my favourite fanfiction writer at the moment & I appreciate the care and thought you put in every piece you write. I'm always exited to read more from you! ☀️

oh this is such a great question!! and actually no one has asked this yet so this is a great opportunity to explain! click under the cut for a lengthy explanation lol

SO traditionally claiming bites are really serious in omegaverse. in general a claiming bite would involve an alpha biting the main scent gland in the neck and physically drawing blood and "claiming" the omega as theirs. it's definitely heavy on the property and ownership vibes as this is all kind of drawn from wolves and wolf packs, but i think most writers now have expanded what claiming means.

i'll speak directly for my universe and how it might differ a bit from more intense omegaverse fic where the wolf vibes are much more prominent.

in my universe, a claiming bite is like a mating or marriage bite. it's something that really would only be done when you've found your chosen partner or pack, but in the throes of heat or a rut, sometimes those lines can get a little blurry. when reader in my fic makes it clear not to claim her, it's mostly because it's been so long since she's had a real heat she's a little worried about not remembering things etc., but she never actually expects to ask them. you would really only share a claiming bite with someone who is a perfect scent match / soulmate / etc., and she really scares herself asking him like that. it's also why wooyoung is so adamant that she's downplaying what that heat meant to her emotionally.

in some more anomalistic omegaverse you might see a claiming bite as part of a sexual ritual or rite, or even as the end result of a "hunt" scene in which the omega physically runs away from an alpha (or group of alphas) and is caught and physically claimed into submission. while i think that can be hot sometimes if you're into consensual non-consent fic, i find this to be pretty problematic and i don't feel comfortable writing it. i've certainly read fic like this, but it's a bit too much for me and these characters.

in my world, a claiming bite is something shared between a partner or group of partners and is much more symbolic and based in intent. just as the alpha would need to claim the omega, the omega would need to claim them back, and if it were a group or poly setting, you would see multiple claiming bites happening so everyone was nicely bound together.

you might also see in some fic that this connection allows for sharing of thoughts between partners or things like that, very wolf pack, but that's a bit too fantasy for my specific universe here. the result of a claiming bite in my more modern au universe is that they would be tied together much like a marriage or more significant partnership, and they would be more attuned to each other's feelings and mood swings. it would also result in other people knowing that they aren't unmated, and it provides a certain level of safety and protection for the omega in question. scents usually change and get a bit more wrapped up in each other as well.

i think the other thing that's important to note is that yunho and mingi take the idea of consent and claiming extremely seriously. it will be made a bit more clear later in the fic, but not all alphas view omegas the right way - they're more archaic, they believe in the idea of omegas submitting to alphas more than just symbolically, and some of them would have been happy to disrespect that boundary she set. both yunho and mingi in this fic are more than explicit about consent and being careful about the claim moment because it is serious, and had they crossed that line it would have been very bad.

i hope this answers your question! if anyone has more questions about the idea of claiming, consent, packs etc., that might help shed some light on TNT, just ask! this stuff is always fun to talk about.

[nekomimithoughts]

Sorry if you already answered this before, but I was curious because your pinned post says you're into primal play but your version of it. I'd be super interested to hear what your version of primal play is if you'd want to share.

Thank you for your question ~ ☺️

When I say primal play I mean allowing myself to be in the flow of my intuitive, animalistic side and following my sensual, emotional and sexual instincts. When I'm in tune with my animalistic side, which is very similar to a cat, I don't have any urge to be hunted (though I can have a little bit of an urge to hunt, it's pretty playful and benign). So when I first heard that Hunter/prey and is generally associated with "Primal Play" I was actually really confused. I imagined something more like, communication through body language rather than words and commands, letting animalistic urges run loose, presenting, biting/nibbling and rubbing against your mate/partner or playfully pouncing on them to motivate them to grab you, pin you down and give you "the neck bite" (claim and subdue you). So basically, animalistic foreplay and sex. Because those are the natural urges I get when I'm horny/attracted to someone. I guess because I have more of a cat personality I don't relate to the urge to act like a prey animal, to run and be caught, to be handled very roughly in an animalistic headspace and flow. When someone is too aggressive with me, I get defensive and aggressive myself like "what, you think you're the hunter here? I'll show you hunter" and I dont want to be overpowered in a fearful or aggressive scenario. It's female choice for cats and I very much feel that way in my Primal headspace too. I get very attracted to potential mates/partners/owners whose vibes are calm, kind, safe, generous with care but can also show me dominance and control. Basically the animal attendant vibe :D When I'm in a Primal headspace I go nonverbal but I'm still very communicative through my body language. I feel that we humans are animals too and Primal is to tap into animalistic urges while letting go of the intricate social rituals of modern societies. There is no shame or guilt in a Primal headspace. It is very freeing.

[dhr-ao3]

The Hunt

The Hunt https://ift.tt/vhCAzKU by nomonstersnosaints Hermione needs some adrenaline in her life. So she signs up for The Hunt, a modern rendition of an old ritual where men used to chase women through forests to find their mates. In modern times, rich guys pay another rich guy to pay a nice sum of money to a woman who will let a few horny guys chase her and maybe one will catch her and take her for himself. But things never go smoothly for our Hermione. Do they? OR If Hermione can fit Draco's giant cock in some fanfics, surely she can fit a at least few fingers in mine, right? Words: 5859, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Hunt Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, George Weasley, Fred Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger/George Weasley, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley Additional Tags: this is a wild one guys, Fivesome - F/M/M/M/M, Anal Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering, I feel naughty for all these tags, Mates, AU - of sorts, Future Fic, Adults, Consensual Sex, I'm sorry for being so horny, this is based on a dream i had, no beta we die horny here via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/iCpfaFA July 28, 2023 at 10:21PM

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ERM WHAT THE SIGMA

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rDsFLoZ by heliophobic 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚: This gc is supposed to be for school stuff why are you discussing your gay crushes 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢: cough cough arent u in love with a damn furry lmaoooo 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚: … 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢: thats what i thought u little bitch 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚: don’t call him that you fucking fag 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢: DAMN WHY IS BRO SO MAD ☠️ 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚: do you want me to tell everyone about the Incident 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢: MB GANG IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN THAT HAHAHAHAHHA AKUTAGAWAW IM SORRY UR NOT A LITTLE BITCH PLS DONT UNOT I CANT I WILL NEBER BE ABLE TO GO INTO PUBLIC AGAIN PLS IM SORRY PLS HAHAHHAHAHAHIUEGHUG PLS IM SORRY OR Kunikida Doppo (foolishly) creates a groupchat for the Student Council of Yokohama Highschool. Chaos ensues from there. (Also, Class 3-A and Class 3-B might make a combined groupchat later where more such chaos ensues.) [BSD Highschool AU Chatfic!!] Words: 1665, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of soukoku’s unconventional mating rituals Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Bungou Stray Dogs Ensemble Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou/Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo/Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Nikolai Gogol (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Comedy, Bad Humor, Romantic Comedy, almost, Chatting & Messaging, Texting, chatfic, why the hell isn’t that a tag, Everyone Is Gay, Bad Flirting, brainrot humor, Cringe, Kunikida Doppo Is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), someone please help him, he needs so much aspirin, Edogawa Ranpo Knows All (Bungou Stray Dogs), Everyone Needs A Hug, No Angst, Happy Ending, Soukoku | Double Black Being Idiots (Bungou Stray Dogs), sou “why does everyone think we’re dating?” koku, Chaos, Nakahara Chuuya & Ozaki Kouyou Are Siblings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Oda Sakunosuke Are Siblings (Bungou Stray Dogs), everyone ships skk, skk endgame!!!!!, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rDsFLoZ

[greasycockroachmf]

Miles knows just how to woo the bottoms. What do you mean this didn't happen word for word

Or, alternatively:

Inspired by @kimiles reblogging this post and tagging it "kimiles." How could I not draw it

[witchcraftingboop]

"Wanna date but nothing serious"

You know what? I really enjoy when men (cause it's really just men) openly say shit like that. I know going forward that they're very into wasting time and will, if given the chance, waste mine. And I feel like that level of communication is just so easy to come by. "You deserve better." Yeah, I believe it. "I'm not good enough for you." Sounds about right. "Come cuddle." I think the fuck not, sir. "Why do you hate me?" See now we're getting somewhere.

[aphroditesmoon]

hello love! first of all, don't forget to take care of yourself and take your time! good luck! secondly, if you're not too busy, can you please write some hcs about xavier x reader where they are newlyweds? i can't help but think this concept is so cute.. and we all need some fluff, i guess. i absolutely can see them being still young and not planning to start a real family yet but they've got married a month or 2 ago bc why not, we want to spend eternity together anyway. and they're sooo excited about it? like wow we're actually married?? Mr. and Mrs. Thorpe?? ik modern married life (esp newlyweds) may be not so different from just relationship but it feels much more domestic for me? more warm and even loving? you can disagree with me and it's absolutely ok! i love your headcanons so much ahh it hurts! they're absolutely fascinating! thank you for everything you do! and thank u in advance! good luck! take care!

newlyweds xavier thorpe x reader hcs

a/n: I love this idea! and thank you for your kind kind words<3

warnings: reader is part fae, absent parent, slight nsfw

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- it was instant connection with you and xavier, since he laid eyes on you, your perfume clouds his sense and your beauty haunts his dreams and canvases.

- but the rush of the relationship had scared you at first.

- you two ended up in a big argument a few months in your relationships where you admit to him you worries about moving too fast etc and being scared you'd ruin it or he'd change his mind about you.

- since then, he decided to make extra efforts in reassuring you, and you two start spending many times together doing bonding activities and getting to know eachother's boundaries.

- as much as he seems confident in your relationship, he's deeply insecure about you finding a true mate that's not him.

- until one day, he notices you doing a specific courting ritual for him.

- it was then he realized that you were doing it to mate him in the faerie tradition, showing how serious you were about him.

- 4 months into the relationship, he's already bought you a ring, you two were basically already a married couple, every event he wasn't allowed to be around you in, his eyes will wander for yours, every moment you spend together are either deeply affectionate or in peaceful comfortable silence.

- it was during the holidays, his father was barely home, when he was, xavier tried bringing you up, telling him how he thinks you're the one.

- the older man only waved him off, reusing the lines "if that's what you want.", frustrating him.

- that night, without you warming his bed or holding him through his sleep, he realizes how truly lonely he feels. and the only cure for the loneliness was you.

- he suprised you at you family's house, your mother was absolutely whipped by Xavier.

- already referring him as 'my son'.

- seeing how easy he was accepted into the tight knit family, he takes the risks and proposes to you during dinner.

- you were in awe, tears formed in your eyes and you almost forgot there were other people in room.

- when you only stared at the diamond ring in shock, your sister had answered for you screaming "if you don't want him I do!" earnings a shushing from your mother.

-you jumped off your seat and basically leaped on him, crying yes repeatedly, and your mother cried that night, reminiscing her old love with your dead father, she was glad you had found the mate you deserved.

- he had brought a house near your's, using his trust fund (he's a nepo baby sorry y'all).

- when his father found out he was getting married, he guilt tripped xavier into agreeing to work under him with his company.

- Xavier agrees, telling himself that he'd work his way up to independence sooner or later, but for now he didn't want to promise you an unsure future.

- so you marry 6 months after graduating Nevermore, thankfully already now having a house and stable job.

- you work in a troubled children school as a counselor a few months in your marriage.

- and as much as you both learned to enjoy your jobs, he was upset that you two hadn't had a honeymoon yet, he secretly plans a vacation to bora bora while you're blissfully unaware.

- even if you two were busy with work, you'll always make time for eachother, always having dinner every night together unless he has a late shift (which he'd tell you first).

- sunday movie nights binge watching the hobbit and doing laundry together, an activity you both despise but work together to finish.

- when your 1 year anniversary finally arrives, he suprised you by coming home early and setting up a nice romantic chinese takeaway date, it may sounds cheap to other, but he knows your love for chinese fried rice runs deep.

- you pointed ears twitch at the sight of a small box he gifts you, and you couldn't he happier to find two plane tickets to bora bora in it.

- you two take a month off and spend it swimming in oceans and trying out new food.

- while you busy yourselves admiring the culture, he impatiently waits for night to come so he could admire you in private.

- it wasn't unusual for newlyweds to go at it like rabbits.

- but even after a whole year of being together, his desire for you was never sated.

- cooking dinner together too often ends up with you bent on the kitchen counter and moans and whimpers filling the kitchen while the spaghetti overcooks.

- it was not rare for movie nights to be spent with him in between your thighs instead of actually watching the lord of the rings.

- you also start showering together once you two got married, and on days one of you were too tired, you two would lay in a tub together while slowly washing eachother's hair and body. it was an intimate act both of you could appreciate without it having to be anything sexual.

- baby talks only comes in years later in the marriage, both of you settling with a fat tabby cat, not ready for an actual child.

- you grumpy orange cat was the light of your lives despite it's constant habit of breaking Xavier's stuff and accidentally spilling his art paints ( Mr fluffykins is no longer allowed in his art shed btw)

- you almost feel stupid for doubting your relationship a while ago, for now, you can't even begin to imagine ever loving anyone else.

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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 16

Summary: Now that you're bonded with Harry things have changed a bit. Hannah, Asmodeus, Lilith, and Michael are planning something, but you and Harry go to Adam before they can get too far in their plan.

A/n: There's A LOT going on in this part but it's all necessary for the story. Pay close attention. Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing.

Warning: Evil spells, a séance board and book of divinations make an appearance, talk of evil spirits and dead spirits, mentions of god (no smut this time babes - sorry - saving a super steamy smut session for part 17 - stay tuned...)

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Part 15*

Part 16

Bonding with another soul means two entities are eternally linked. Even in death. Should Harry or you ever die, your bond would still be intact. It’s unbreakable, Harry explained to you about what your bond meant. One cannot exist without the other.

Life and death are, for most, only different seasons of existence. For an angel or a demon, life and death determine their own sources of power. In death, a demon would be bound to hell and no longer free to roam the realms. For an angel, they would be bound to heaven. Unless they were specifically called on by name or bonded to another soul. The bonding is like a free ticket of sorts, but the power of the spirit is altered in death. Some abilities increase while most decrease. The dead soul is less powerful overall, but there are some exceptions to the rule and those rare dead souls are sought after as spirit guides. If the soul is bonded to another, they will follow their mate for all eternity and the mate will know their presence as if they were living, though, the dead soul is very much dependent on the living one, but can still have freewill and make individual choices.

When a dead soul is called upon by a celestial being (demon or angel), that soul has a duty to respond with their presence. When a human dies, things are a little different, though. Their soul is bound to the earthly realm unless they are called to either heaven or hell. Humans do not bond to other humans, therefore, they aren’t afforded the luxury of being with a bond mate in death as angels and demons are. This was by design, of course. The Almighty didn’t have much need for humanity outside of their entertaining him whilst they are alive. Once dead, it would be up to an angel or demon to call on them. He left them to wander the earth in perpetuity.

“So, we’ll always be together. Even in death,” Harry stated. You had many questions now that you were bonded because it was so different to what you had with Harry before. Now it was as if every little nudge of his skin was something you felt on your own. His thoughts invaded yours, and it was hard to distinguish the difference sometimes. When Harry was hungry, you were hungry. When he looked at the ocean, you saw it in the way he did. His experience and the way he sensed the world around him were very different to yours and it was incredible to see things through his eyes. Of course it was the same for Harry. It made you both feel very close and very intensely toward one another. It really couldn’t be put into words the way you loved him now. And even the word love didn’t do it justice.

The wings you’d suddenly sprouted during the bonding ritual that occurred was another thing you wanted answers for. Harry explained that it was the celestial-physical form of the angel and demon inside of you coming out. Each angel and demon has an alter-appearance. You’d always had wings in your physical self, it just hadn’t manifested in the flesh before the bonding. Most of the time, and especially while you would be in the earth’s realm, your angelic or demonic form would not appear. Only under duress or extreme circumstances do those forms appear while on earth.

It made you curious, though. You wondered what you’d look like as your full angel-demon being. Your wings were black and gold, a delicate, intricate pattern of gold over black feathers. You hadn’t had a lot of time to take it in because it happened so fast but they were beautiful, you could admit. Your eyes, like Harry’s had also gone black, completely shaded in darkness. Which was something you’d seen before while having sex with Harry. It happened just about every time.

“When we’re safe from being hunted, I’ll show you how to transform so you can see. I’ll show you my full demonic form as well,” Harry grinned and kissed the shell of your ear, “… cock’s even bigger when I’m fully transformed.”

You pushed at Harry’s shoulder as you both slowly walked down the cobblestone street. He was always thinking about sex. But to be fair, you were too. And to imagine him with anything bigger than what it already was…

“You like that. I knew you would,” Harry planted the sweetest smile on his face as he looked forward and continued walking with you down the street.

“Well it would be fun to try out. Wonder if I’ll have a big cock too,” you sputtered out a laugh as you spoke. In reality, you were just curious of what you looked like, and Harry. You wouldn’t yet be able to see until you could freely use your gifts and powers.

Harry chuckled and shook his head, “Even if you did sprout a big dick in your celestial form, still wouldn’t be bigger than mine. I’m an incubus, and if there’s anything incubi get to thank the lord for it’s his gift of a massive cock.”

You knew your time was limited with Harry in this leisurely way. Soon something would be interrupting your sweet moments and things were about to take a turn. You doubted you’d get three full days to spend in peace. Especially after the stunt you pulled with Adam right in front of Michael. You knew Michael didn’t have proof that it was you, but he was smart enough to deduct who appeared to Adam and veiled his presence. And he’d tell the others. And then Hannah would have to rescind her promise of letting you have three days in tranquility.

“Maybe we go to Adam sooner rather than on the third day. I agree that our time is probably going to be cut short. We should plan for them to come for you very soon. They’ll probably have to use a spirit guide to find us, but they could probably find one that can attach itself to you,” Harry spoke.

You agreed. You had no more time to waste. As much as you wanted to casually stroll through the beautiful streets of Santorini and stuff yourself with pasta and incubus cock, it was time to act. Time to get serious. And getting Adam on your side was vital.

“Okay. Let’s go then. We’ll meet Adam and with his presence, perhaps we can be a powerful force to stop what’s being plotted against us."

Harry paused and squeezed your hand. You stopped with him and looked up at the handsome devil with a smile.

You were going to bring Harry with you now that you were bonded. He’d be safer with you than apart from you.

But Harry just couldn’t help himself when he added, “Sure you don’t want just one more good fuck for the road?”

You laughed and shook your head. Not because you didn’t want a good fuck, but because he was unbelievable.

“Time to go, Harry.”

Asmodeus was going to take matters into his own hands. Hannah clearly couldn’t handle you so he was going to end this nonsense with you and the incubus. He just needed to find you first.

“Mo, come on. All she asked for was three days. Let’s get our heads on straight and figure something out and then when we meet her we’ll take action. I don’t care about the incubus. But I do care about her and if we can’t keep up our end of the bargain then she’s not going to trust us.” Hannah paced the room she and Asmodeus were in. They hadn’t yet told Lilith or Michael that you requested to have everyone gather at Holy Falls “to talk.”

“She’s already planning something. She’s not being honest with us and we need to bring her here, away from the incubus. Where is she now?” Asmodeus didn’t bother to get up from his chair. To look at him one would think he was indifferent to the situation, but the truth was that he was reeling inside. Their plan was crashing down around them and now he had to go and tell Lilith and Michael of this stupid little meeting you wanted. It was preposterous. Embarrassing. A sign of weakness.

“I don’t know. I can’t track her. Not easily anyway. She’s in another time and hidden somewhere I’m not able to pick up on yet. She’s with the demon. She’s making him resistant to our perceptions as well. She’s protecting him.”

Asmodeus exhaled in frustration and finally stood from his chair. He crossed the room and then removed a cover from an ancient séance table he rarely needed to use. In fact it was more of a pretty artifact, an antique to decorate the room rather than a useful tool. He pulled the table toward the center of the room and opened the drawer underneath to bring out the heavy book of divinations that lie inside. Hannah stepped in closer to see what he was doing and saw the circular black walnut table with lettering around the edges and a pentagram at the center. She knew what this was.

Putting her hand over the smooth lacquered wood she shook her head, “We are not calling on the power of the dead for this, Mo. We might be inviting the wrong spirit to help us if we do that. Zozo will probably be the one to answer anyway. He’s nothing but a menace. And finding the right spirit? They are dead and gone for a reason. They didn’t make the cut. Put the table and the book away.” Hannah grabbed the book from Asmodeus’ hand and opened the cover to peer inside.

“We are out of options. Our plan is more important than anything at this point. If we have to start over and make another hybrid being we will but I don’t want to go back to square one. Lilith and Michael are on the right track with Adam. You and I are about to fail and it’s an embarrassment. We need this. If I can summon the help of a spirit who will bend the rules for us and attach itself to our daughter, we can consider ourselves lucky. You and I are limited in what we can do. If I can call the right spirit, we can find our daughter and bring her here. No more waiting around,” Asmodeus yanked the book from Hannah and placed it on the ancient table.

“It’s only three days, Mo. Lilith and Michael don’t have a choice either. They understand that our daughter is already very powerful and I know they want the plan to move forward as much as much as we do. It’s true, they might not want to meet with her at Holy Falls but it’s better than going back to square one and starting over with a new heir. I’m sure they would agree.” Hannah sat down in Asmodeus’ chair which caused him to raise a brow and sigh in defeat. The chair was more of a gaudy throne with gold and blank onyx arms and legs and soft red velvet tufted over goose feather cushions. Asmodeus thought quite highly of himself and the throne he kept was just an example of that.

“Fine. But if in three days she doesn’t come to terms with our rules and our plan then we will force her by use of a spirit who can do what we cannot.”

Michael was perplexed. Adam had suddenly disappeared. He still felt Adam, knew he was nearby but couldn’t read more than that. Was Adam using his power? But a sudden thought hit him. Y/n. You could be here. There was the air of another powerful being suddenly and a vibration that was similar to his own. An angel, yet, different. It had to be you because it wasn’t Adam. Michael shielded his own presence to peer into the middle-field where earth met heaven. He didn’t have access to the Earth, Hell middle-field but if this was you he should be able to pick it up.

After a few moments of concentration and divining his sight, and before he could pick up the presence of the unknown being, Adam reappeared and was alone, the other being gone. But Adam smelled of someone else. And he was holding a piece of paper which he was reading. Michael watched as Adam was stood in the middle of his living room with a note in hand, looking down at it with his full attention.

Michael drew near but the contents appeared like an erased note, smudged, difficult to make out. He was now convinced that you had been here. You’d been tampering. He needed to find Hannah and Asmodeus at once.

Michael was forced to leave Adam and call on Lilith. He didn’t like to have to leave his son while he was in the middle of the assignment of revealing to Adam his power, but he needed to have a meeting with everyone to tell them about what he’d discovered.

It was always easier for an angel to go into Hell than it was for a demon to go into heaven. So, Michael descended to Lilith and found her snooping on the conversation between Asmodeus and Hannah. She was peering into their private discussion from her lair using a crystal globe sat in front of the fireplace.

Michael looked into the crystal and could see the pair talking about you and the incubus. It didn’t sound good. You’d made a bargain of some sort.

“Y/n wants to meet with everyone. In a few days. She’s got a deal she wants to make. The girl is crazy if she thinks we’ll change anything for her whims.” Lilith turned to look at Michael who was still looking into the globe.

“To meet with us… This is interesting. This could be related to what I found while with Adam. I believe Y/n came to him this evening. Gave him a note, which was cursed. I was unable to read it. But she hid him and his thoughts from me for nearly three full minutes.” Michael kept his eyes on the globe.

Lilith pursed her lips and looked at Michael, “She met with him? You know it was her?”

Michael nodded and looked down at Lilith, “I think so. An angelic being, but not quite. I was unable to confirm but who else could it be? Maybe she’s putting Adam up to meeting with all of us as well.”

“This isn’t good. If she’s already revealed herself to him and you couldn’t see her or him for three minutes, then we might be too late for this. That girl is trouble. We need to go to them right now. They are in Pandemonium together in Asmodeus’ chambers.”

The sudden appearance of Lilith and Michael to Asmodeus and Hannah startled the pair.

Asmodeus lifted his hands in surrender before letting them fall dramatically back down to his sides, “You heard us didn’t you?”

Lilith smiled and sauntered around the room, nodding to Hannah, who was still seated in Asmodeus’ chair, in greeting, “I heard your conversation, yes. Y/n wants us all to meet together at Holy Falls. But we have more information that might be useful to you as well.”

Hannah crossed her arms and took a deep breath. She wasn’t a fan of Lilith. They got along as two beings with a common interest, like work partners really, but Lilith had a big ego and she was rude, “Okay. Then tell us.”

Lilith abruptly turned back to look at Hannah with a frown. She was aware that Hannah didn’t like her, though she didn’t care much, most didn’t like her, “Your Y/n has been tampering. We have reason to believe that she visited Adam already and she’s given him information that could ruin everything for us. Your daughter is undermining everything. She needs to be stopped at once.”

Asmodeus laughed and shook his head, “She’s powerful and you’re afraid. But we have options to make her comply. And if she has met with Adam, well, we’ll figure that out as well. Are you surprised that my very powerful daughter wouldn’t also be smart? Maybe she’s gearing up to get him used to her as a companion. Maybe she knows she doesn’t have a choice but to go with our plan. Perhaps she’s smart enough to know that this will be in their best interest. This could be good. Adam getting used to Y/n shouldn’t be an issue.” Asmodeus doubted his words. He knew you were plotting. But he didn’t want to seem weak or like a failure.

Michael looked to Lilith and realized that Hannah and Asmodeus didn’t know that Adam was gay, or somewhere on the realm of preferring men to women. He wasn’t sure if he should divulge that information now but in the interest of moving the conversation along in the right direction, a direction in the reality they were living, he spoke up, “Adam doesn’t seem to enjoy the company of women so I don’t think you’re supposition is correct, Mo.”

Hannah and Asmodeus stared wide-eyed at Michael in realization of this piece of news.

“Why haven’t you told us?!” Hannah stood from the chair and raised her voice.

Lilith’s eyes board into the side of Michael’s head. She’d have them pierce his brain if she didn’t need him. She couldn’t believe he gave up that information so willingly.

Michael cleared his throat when he realized Lilith was pissed. He’d deal with her later. Having everything on the table would allow them to get to the bottom of the issue instead of dancing around with hypothesis and incorrect assumptions. The plan was more important than their egos, “Because we only found out recently and thought it wouldn’t be too important. We can convince Adam that procreating will be all that’s needed. Y/n could still bear his child. They might never be in a loving relationship, but we only need them to bring about an heir. It doesn’t matter if Adam isn’t attracted to women. We just need that heir. Not love.”

Asmodeus looked around the room at everyone as he spoke, “Yes. But it’s just another layer of difficulty in our already fucked up plan. Adam being gay makes it feel like our plan was doomed before it even began. How did we miss this? Can it be omen?”

“It’s not. We can deal with our Adam. So far he’s been coming along well. His sexual preferences are not going to hinder the plan once he knows how powerful he’ll be with an heir. It’s your daughter that we are concerned with. She’s going on these excursions with a weak, half-human, sex-demon. Her lust has gotten her into trouble and I can only blame Asmodeus’ genes for that one,” Lilith spoke as she walked to the center of the room and ran her finger tip over the séance table and then to the book of divinations atop.

Michael frowned when the saw the table, “This might be our only option,” he said as he gestured toward the round wooden table, “I don’t believe we can wait three days before we meet with the girl. She’s out to ruin our plan and we can’t allow it. Maybe we can find the right spirit to tell us where she is and we can bring her back here and…” he leaned down to read the writing along the edge of the wood.

“Bring her here and do what exactly?” Hannah asked, “She might possess more strength than any of us individually already. She won’t come willingly. And I have reason to believe, because I feel it deeply, that she and the incubus are bonded. This isn’t going to just be as simple as bringing her back here.” Hannah spoke. She was slowly starting to think that there could be use in calling on the dead and holding a séance after all. Maybe the right spirit could bind you as well, reduce your power so they could drag you back to the lair and work on your stubbornness.

The four stood around the table and agreed they were running out of choices. Waiting might be a mistake.

“Yes. Now that you say it… I can feel it as well,” Asmodeus nodded and looked to Hannah, “they’re bonded. We can’t wait three days. By then she might destroy everything we’ve worked for. We have to act now.”

The four took their seats at the table and Lilith opened the book, flipping through pages before she got to something of interest, pointing at the incantation, “Mind control. We can use this once we find her. The four of us combined should have no problem binding her with this. We need a plan in place before we call on our spirit. Let’s hope Zozo doesn’t interfere and lead us astray.”

“What spirit do we call on?” Asmodeus asked, looking around the table.

Hannah shook her head and looked at Lilith. They knew who it needed to be. There were few choices when it came to a dead spirit that could be useful to them. Dybbuk was the only answer that made sense.

Adam had emailed his boss to take off work for the following day. He was distraught, to put it mildly. The note you left him with only created more questions than it answered. Though, he believed you, he couldn’t quite understand why, but somehow he knew you were telling him the truth. He could trust you.

To Adam, the most shocking part of what your note revealed to him was that he was an angel-demon hybrid, created to bring a powerful heir into existence along with you.

He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it. Not to mention he had no interest in putting his dick in any female. He tried it once but he has never found women sexually attractive. He could identify a pretty girl, sure, but he really preferred men.

The note also told him not to speak your name, though you revealed it to him in the writing. Now he was paranoid he was being watched, followed. All his life he’d just assumed he was slightly better physically and mentally than most, but he never imagined he wasn’t human. It was a total mind fuck. But the more he thought about it the more it started to make sense.

He knew he was adopted. His parents were white and he was not, so there was never a question that he did not come from them. And now he was curious as to who his real parents were. You said you could not tell him yet, but you would reveal more to him when you met with him the next time.

He didn’t know what to do. His mind was spiraling. He wanted to call on you, find you and speak to you but you told him you’d see him in three days. Three days suddenly felt like an eternity. He wanted answers but he also wanted to not create more issues than you said there already were. He didn’t know exactly what kind of issues there were, but he understood that his parents and your parents were the problem.

The note you’d written him was already blank. The words gone from the page but the information was seared into his mind. He could probably recite it word for word. It was all unbelievable information, and yet, he believed it.

A sudden tremor had Adam grasping the wall he stood next to. It felt like a small earthquake, but it only lasted a few seconds. The moment the shaking stopped he was face to face with a handsome man. Dark, thick curls on his head, eyes with light green irises surrounded by a thick, dark green limbal ring, and raspberry pink lips. The man had an air of confidence and wisdom pouring from his being. He was exactly Adam’s type. Well built, tall (not as tall as Adam), pretty features yet masculine with a sharp jaw, and dark tattoos scattered along one of his forearms.

“Hello Adam. I had to come back early. We’re in trouble,” you spoke and your voice brought Adam’s attention away from the gorgeous man stood next to you.

Adam looked from you to Harry and then back to you again, “Okay. What can I do?”

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Mi amor te extrañaba 🥰 Te amo mucho ❤️❤️❤️

Sorry for my Spanish I have to practice 🤣

Anyway... Amazingly enough, I'm running out of Nessian smut ideas, my fountain is finally running dry 🤣🤣🤣 But I'll give you my last card:

Nesta with golden glasses and loose hair...

Something like Naughty Librarian...

These images are just "inspirational", but it doesn't have to be in the modern world I think it could be in Prythian, because I haven't heard of anyone with glasses in the books and Cassian could see it as "unexpected". Which makes sense because Fae are "perfect" so shortsightedness is not common between them, but Nesta uses only to tease Cassian which is very funny 🤣🤣🤣

I really appreciate the moments when Cassian blushes and Nesta teases him, like the scene in ACOSF where Cassian sees Nesta in the bathtub and he gets flustered and shakes his head like a wet dog 🤣🤣🤣 I love those comparisons with dogs, "love sick puppy" was wonderful!!!

Hola preciosa! Practica todo el español que quieras conmigo :D

I've always been a Nesta with glasses supporter and I will be more than happy to oblige and write a smutty one shot for you.

At sunset

Bath time was Nesta time, he knew that. His chances of getting in the water with her were narrow, close to non-existent. But for the last year or so, Cassian had been working on new ways to make himself room in her routine.

It was something primal in him, something ancient and older than any rule about decorum he might be breaking. As soon as Nesta started taking those long baths that perfumed her in rose fragrance, his instincts started plying a way to keep his essence impregnated in her. Cassian would kiss her before she crossed the thick wooden doors of the bathroom adjacent to their room, and kiss her -every inch of her- as soon as she emerged back.

It could be the mating bond. That thread of gold tangling their very souls. It was in her hair in the morning. It was in his eyes when the sun hit up in the sky... And it was all over the kitchen right now, the last rays of sunshine flooding the space and covering the marble surfaces.

And even if he couldn't see it yet, he knew the same amber light would be draping over Nesta's soft skin.

He needed to kiss that perfect skin before she left his side for the next hour. What the fuck did she even do in there for so long?

Cassian filled her cup first, then another one for himself. Like a happy dog, he walked up two floors of stairs. Politely, like a well-trained puppy, he asked the House to open the doors to the library for him.

"My hands are full" he explained.

The house must have liked the plan, because it opened the doors for him. What it liked, Cassin knew, was the effort he put into new excuses every week to charm Nesta into delaying her ritual.

Just as he anticipated, the golden sunset light reached every corner of the library. And there she was, her hair down -a sight reserved for the intimacy of their home-, her cute, round glasses on, and a silk robe hiding her pale body from him.

In her easiness, she was breathtaking. And she was his.

"Nes" He called. Nesta turned her face to the doors, but her long fingers remained over the spine of a book. Just in time, Cassian thought. "I thought you might want to warm up. It's a chill day."

"I was about to get in the bathtub. I'm picking a book to read." She explained, casually.

Her voice was a whisper, they didn't need more in the quietude of the room. It was just the two of them. In their home. Her nose noticed the smell of hot chocolate before her eyes marked the cups in his hands. Suddenly the books didn't seem as important. Nesta let her arm fall and faced him. Cassian went straight past her to the sofa and put the drinks on the small table besides it. Three bookcases closed around them like walls, the perfect corner for their loveseat.

Like a cat, Nesta made her way to him. It probably wasn't her intention, but the way her smooth, long legs crossed as she walked was already tightening his pants. The slit of the robe opening with each step didn't help.

Eyes fixed on her, Cassian grabbed a cup and rose it in the air, inviting. Even for someone who wasn't a big fan, the smell was certainly intoxicating. Sweet and rich. With hunger written all over her face, Nesta finally stopped her walk right in front of him. She leaned in, placing each of her hands on his knees for support. He could now see more skin between the gaping fabric.

"Are you trying to delay my bath time, Cassian?" her voice was smooth as butter, and the illyrian should have known to take it as a warning, but he didn't... Because her voice was smooth as butter.

It was the way she said his name. Cassssian. Why did it sound like a sin on her lips?

"I wouldn't dare" was his answer.

The cup of chocolate hang between their bodies. By now, it blocked the view of her cleavage more than her robe did. Nesta dipped a single finger in the hot liquid and then licked it clean. The tightness in his pants was now impossible to hide.

"Mmm"

She closed her eyes to enjoy the taste of his present. Cassian waited in silence for the verdict of the most demanding judge he had ever encountered. The light in the library was fading slowly, the candles now in charge of keeping the golden atmosphere up. His goddess didn't deserve less.

"I don't know, I feel like you don't want me to take my bath". Nesta took the cup and gave its content a sip. Cassian saw her focus leave him, and refused to accept it.

"I hate it when I can't scent myself on you".

She laughed, and Cassian heard the joy in it. "Those terrible three seconds before you take me again must be so horrible."

"They are!"

He took the cup from her hands and put it back on the table. Far enough that she would have to lean over him to reach it again. Close enough that she would want it back.

As expected, Nesta gave in and sat on his lap. She could feel his hardness beneath her. His lips brushed against hers, asking for permission. She played a little as well, smiling against his mouth, but not quite near enough. So his right arm wrapped around her waist and finally pulled her in for a kiss. She didn't resist, but instead allowed his left hand to undo the knot the still kept the sides of her robe together.

"I mean," he whispered, "I only want to help you get filthy before you go take that bath".

"You are such a gentleman, my love. Attending my every need, and if I don't have any, creating more to then suffice them." As fire became their only source of light, their kiss burned hotter and hotter with passion.

"Always" he answered in between choppy breaths.

Without breaking the kiss, Nesta shifted in his lap to straddle him, and he saw her glasses starting to tarnish, her eyes glassy with desire. She played with the straps of his pants, but didn't open his fly. Nesta teased him by rubbing her palm over him, having fun with it and enjoying Cassian's reaction to it. Her tongue fought for dominance in his mouth as well, and Cassian let her have it. He would have her.

His grip around her became so tight that Nesta's arms were trapped between their bodies, conveniently pushing her breasts up and together for Cassian's mouth to devour them. It was their home, so Nesta made no attempts to hide her pleasure. She whimpered when his tongue made contact with her hard nipples and when his teeth bite down on them.

"Wh-what are you", she had to stop herself to catch her breath, but her mate didn't relent, "what are you going to do to satisfy my needs right now?" She asked.

"I'm going to fuck you."

Yes! He sensed her scream through the bond.

Putting an end to her silly games, Cassian freed his cock from his trousers and with one swift movement had her riding him on the sofa.

The obscene noises they were making were for their own ears only, and Cassian enjoyed every second of it in pure bliss. Nesta pushed herself up and then down again on his cock with the entire weight of her body, fucking him into the seat and keeping him inside her in a vice grip.

His hands roomed over her ribs and all the way to her ass cheeks, only to slap them. The indecent words he whispered in her ear fueled her needs, making her speed her rhythm until her legs gave out. And so Cassian was in charge of keeping up the pace. She wanted it fast. And hard. And faster, and deeper in her core. And as a devoted mate who wanted nothing but to please his goddess, Cassian obliged and fucked her silly. He bottomed out into her for all he was worth until her walls tightened around him, and pushed him over the edge.

Cassian came inside her with a deafening moan that Nesta echoed seconds after, exhausted. Their bodies were covered in sweat, their essences mixed in a musky scent.

With effort, Nesta was the first to move. She groaned, but got up from his lap and tied the robe again. Cassian didn't like that the sight of her body was once again being taken from him, but he said nothing.

Getting up as well, he followed her out of the library and into their bedroom. He was hopeful this would be the day Nesta would invite him to join her in her rose scented bath, but it wasn't.

"I'll see you later." She smiled. Her glasses, which she didn't even need to begin with, were now more of a nuisance, since she couldn't really see that well through the tarnished glass. But her raspy voice sounded tired, and feeling guilty for that, Cassian decided to keep his smart-ass comment to himself.

But he slapped her ass cheek. Hard. The red mark that mirrored his hand on her skin was faint, but visible. A sigh escaped her lips at the contact, and Cassian had to close his eyes to stop himself from getting too worked up again. When he opened them, the doors to their bathroom were closed, and Nesta was gone.

"I'll be waiting in bed, sweetheart, to warm it up for you. It really is a chill day, after all."

[yandere--stuck]

Contribute to The Chaos - Yandere!Discord x Reader

Sleep clung to your eyes and at the edges of your consciousness as you blearily opened them, your still-foggy mind trying to make sense of you surroundings. It takes a few seconds for you to realize you weren't in bed, then a few more to realize you were moving. It wasn't that you were moving your body, more like it was floating, like as if in water. Your body spun in slow flips, circling around in mid-air. One second, you were facing skyward. At least, you assumed it was the sky? The endless expanse above you thrummed and pulse with different colors with no specific pattern to it. Tilting downward, you jolted in place as you stared down into a black, cavernous abyss. A fear of falling made your mind begin to clear, adrenaline pumping into your veins - though, just as you began to feel clear-headed, a feeling of lethargy overtook you, keeping your mind and body at bay from attempting to move or escape your predicament.

Trying to take note of your surroundings, you slowly swiveled your head from side to side, head swimming as you did. For some reason, you couldn't really describe what you saw, not even mentally. Not in the sense that it was especially horrifying or scary, simply that your surroundings were far too chaotic to describe, no rhyme or reason or meaning behind anything. Maybe… Maybe you were dreaming, then? But, if that were the case, you'd be lucid dreaming by then, and be able to break out of the fog that overpowered your senses.

You would have gasped in surprise when you felt something press against your back, but your tiredness dulled even your shock. Large arms wrapped around you - one, furry and fluffy, and the other much thinner and more bony. A low rumble vibrated against your back, something soft tickling at your shoulder.

"How cruel of you to keep me waiting," A voice purred from behind, tone playful. "It's so good to see you awake, my mate."

The voice sounded… Familiar. You had heard it before, but your clouded mind found it difficult to connect to someone in particular. Even odder was the fact that you still weren't recovering from your sleep. You weren't exactly a morning person, but you hardly found yourself in a state of being half-asleep for this long after waking, especially considering the circumstances. It was as though something was mentally keeping you from reaching full wakefulness, or even being able to be rightfully panicked over the current circumstances.

Nausea overcame you as you were suddenly whirled around, the world ( if you could even call this place that) spinning around you, before it finally settled on the creature in front of you, holding you in his grip.

… Discord?

"I'm sorry for having to put you to sleep like that, but I didn't want to send you here while awake, I didn't want you to," Discord stroked his chin, searching for the right words. "Oh, what do ponies say nowadays? Like, totally freak."

Your brows furrowed as you tried to piece together the information. Discord had taken you here… Wherever "here" was, and was clearly way behind on modern lingo. Though, the second didn't really surprise you. Thousands of years in stone would do that to you, along with giving you a major crick in the neck to boot.

"And you just look so cute when you're all tired." Discord cooed, cupping your face adoringly.

You made to speak, to ask what was going on, but Discord pressed a claw to your lips, shushing you. "Don't speak, beloved. It'll just make you all the more tired."

You couldn't exactly argue with that, even if you tried. You had to admit, just trying to formulate words was straining. 

So, it seemed that not only had he made you fall asleep, but was using his chaos magic to drain you of your energy. Anger and panic burned in your throat, the urge to scream and struggle to squirm free rose within you… Before almost immediately being snuffed out, just the thought of such activity making you feel exhausted.

"Do you hear that?" Discord asked, pulling you all the closer against him. Your face was pressed into his soft, fluffy chest, like a makeshift pillow in of itself. From within, you heard the same rumbling you had heard moments before. "It's been so long, I forgot that I could purr. That Draconequui like me could purr.

I haven't seen another of my kind in so long. There's so much I've forgotten, so much I wish to remember. I've found that I only can purr when I'm especially happy, and it's something I haven't done in millenia. Only when I'm with you, do I manage to. Do you know what that means?"

You squinted up at him, trying your best to understand. You could get the picture… You think. From his smile that rose up to his crinkling eyes, you could guess it was a good thing.

"It means that only you make me this happy!" Discord began spinning you in a dance. To keep yourself from becoming sick, you screwed your eyes shut and pressed your face into the comforting warmth of his fur. "That we must be made for each other! To be mates!"

Mates… Was that like special someponies?

"So, you understand why I had to take you away, right? I couldn't let someone else take you," Discord said, stopping in mid-air and lifting your face. "I love you so much… What if someone tried to take you away."

You head swam and your stomach was a whirlpool. Whatever. Not like you had any fight in you, anyway. The faster you agree, the faster he'd probably let you rest. With all your might, you nodded your head, watching Discord's beaming grin grow impossibly wider.

"I knew it! I knew you felt the same!" The Draconequus lifted you into a wedding carry, leaning his long neck down to nuzzle his muzzle with your own sweetly. "Oh, I'm so glad you're finally home with me, dearest!"

It felt nice to give in. To be treated so sweetly. And Discord was so, so warm… Perfect to curl up and nap against, certainly. You felt yourself move, and you craned your neck to see a house in the distance, where Discord was floating over to. Maybe, he'd have a nice soft bed there...

"There's so little I know about Draconequus mating rituals. I don't think I was even old enough to learn when my pack left me," Discord explained, voice soft. "But… I think I could try to learn with you..."

Even if you could bring yourself to ask what he meant, the sudden in which he lifted you closer would have silenced you. Alongside his purring, a murmur of a growl escaped his throat as he nuzzled into your neck, rubbing his scent onto you. A small gasp sounded from you as Discord's warm tongue lapped against your neck, his snaggletooth scraping against your soft skin.

"...If you'll have me." He purred.

[ladyartemesia]

The Secret

◐ PART IV of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Series Masterlist ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Mature (for this installment)

Warnings: ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming. Violence and discussion of violence relating to ritual combat. Jin’s pheromones need their own warning. Yoonji and Yunli are not the same person.

Word Count: 3600

Author’s Note: This update literally made me sob because I edited it and formatted it and it just disappeared when I posted. I seriously felt my heart drop because it took so long to format... ANYWAYS I wonder if anyone guessed the secret.

”You can’t do this, Luna ... Come back inside.”

Your hand tightened on the doorknob.

“I was just going out for some air-”

Jin shook his head, letting his lanky frame collapse onto the overstuffed chair by the fireplace. 

“And after the air... then what?”

Your terse silence was confirmation enough. 

He sighed heavily, hating himself a little for what he had to do. 

“You cannot go to him. They’ll smell you on his skin and it could cost him... dearly.”

Your eyes fluttered shut.

“I just wanted to see him...,” you whispered. “I wanted to talk to him just once before-”

A sob bubbled up in your throat and your hand flew up to cover it. 

The dawn would come in two hours. 

And then Park Jimin would be gone. 

Jin’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and you fell against him hopelessly. 

“They’re going to make me watch, Jin-ah. I-I have to watch him-”

Bitter tears overtook you, wracking your body with the violence of your despair. 

“I know...,” he murmured softly into your hair, “I know.” 

“Do you think he’ll really show up?”

The chief elder glared fiercely at the young man who dared voice such a question. 

The entire pack had jammed themselves into the clearing where the challenge was taking place and despite the solemnity of the occasion, the atmosphere buzzed with barely contained speculation. 

“Park Jimin was chosen by the goddess herself to be her champion or to be the divine test of her champion. Have some respect,” he hissed. 

The young pup had the decency to look abashed, but the chief elder was already ignoring him in favor of the newest arrival... 

A Luna wore only three ceremonial colors at any given time. 

Green for celebration and harvest was worn in times of laughter and gaiety. 

Blue for mourning and peaceful resolve was worn in times of trial and hardship. 

Red for passion and vengeance was worn in times of war and signified the sacred bonds that wove the pack together. 

Your mother laid out a blue cloak as it was the color chosen by every Luna who had ever faced down a provocatione ritual.

But you arrived in sumptuous Red. 

It was a stunning act of defiance, a wordless declaration of your fury. You were here to obey the goddess, but in a crimson cloak you would not embrace this challenge with peaceful resolve. 

An attack upon your mate, even under these circumstances, was an attack upon you. 

You had come dressed for war. 

Jimin heard the gasps echo around his meditation cell.  

He and Namjoon arrived at the sacred circle a full hour before dawn and sequestered themselves in the small, free-standing hovels on opposing sides of the the site. 

The tiny pods were spaces for an individual to commune with the goddess and center themselves before engaging in the typically life-altering events that brought them there. 

Sometimes it was marriage or celebration, sometimes it was acceptance to one of the guilds or a promotion to a higher rank within your family’s clan...

Today it was life and death and the future of the pack that weighed upon the combatants’ shoulders. 

The sudden swell of movement and sound pulled Jimin from his meditative state. 

What happened? 

He got his answer soon after an elder came to escort him into the circle. 

It was you. 

Your hands and feet were bound to the ornately carved chair they had seated you in. This was a typical precaution because it was natural for a wolf to defend their mate if they were in danger and the restraints kept the Luna from doing so. 

The pain in your gaze was agonizing, but in red, flowing down from your shoulders with fiery obstinance, you were every inch the warrior queen. 

Yet it was not your rebellious cloak or even your incredible beauty that caused his heart to pound and stutter in glorious shock...

It was the familiar praesidium bracelet wrapped around your wrist; an intimate message of devotion that he and he alone would understand. 

Pride and possessiveness roared to life in Jimin’s chest. 

She’s mine.

“You look... surprisingly calm.”

Taehyung jerked guiltily. 

“What? Me? I don’t know anything - I mean I’m not calm - I’m frantic. I - I don’t even understand the question.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised right up into his hairline. 

“Taehyung-ah? Did you put those special mushrooms in your broth this morning? You’re acting a bit strange-”

“No,” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “This is me - this is totally normal me. I’m not - there were no mushrooms-” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “So - uh - how’s Yoonji?”

“Oh my go- really?!” 

The chief elder began to recite his speech, reminding the pack of the profound significance this moment carried...

But Yunli could barely hear his words over the ringing in her ears. Her gaze fixed on Namjoon from the moment the elder brought him forward... yet he had not glanced toward her once. 

He looked so strong and confident. 

So capable of victory. 

A faint whimper of abject sorrow worked its way passed her lips and Namjoon’s eyes flew to her instantly. 

As if he had always known exactly where she was. 

Longing split his features for a fraction of a second. 

Then his gaze shuttered again and Yunli’s wolf howled in silent, mournful agony. 

Anticipation bore down upon the assembly as the chief elder uttered the last few sentences with reluctant finality. 

The moment had come.  

Both alphas stepped into the circle. 

You began to tug frantically - futilely - against the bonds. Jin’s hand gripped yours as a tear slipped heedlessly down his cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon whispered - to you - to Yunli - to Jimin -

To himself. 

Then his claws lengthened to a deadly point and he tore forward with a chilling snarl. 

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent. 

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and- 

———◐———

Last Night...

———◐———

“Wait - WHAT?!”

“It was... me. I broke the table.”

Taehyung drew back slowly. His eyebrows furrowed in profound confusion. 

“With what? A jackhammer!?”

Jimin tilted his head in amusement. 

“Hammerfist strike... actually.” He shrugged. “I lost my temper.”

“You - You lost your-“ Tae began shaking his head rapidly. “Is it a spell of some sort?! Goddess you know better than to get tangled up with witches! You let them give you a band aid and then they show up ten years later asking for your firstborn!”

Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“Of course not! No... it’s...” he bit his lip. “You remember that time I came to your house a little too early and... Yoonji had you tied to a bed...”

Tae paled. 

“We agreed never to speak of that.”

“And I haven’t - spoken of it - especially since Yoongi still thinks his precious baby cousin is unaware of big bad boy wolves and if he found out you were corrupting her-”

“Wait. You think I was corrupting her?!“

“The point is... it’s a secret. And I know you have your reasons for keeping it that way so... I hope you’ll understand what I’m about to tell you...”

———◐———

Fourteen Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin’s hands fidgeted nervously over the flyer that the human boy offered him. 

“But I’m only in Seoul for the summer.”

Just long enough to miss Alpha Camp entirely. 

“That’s perfect because it’s only a summer program. Seriously, you were so fast catching that jar I knocked over. Your reflexes are amazing and it looks like you’ve got the perfect build for it too.” He tapped the flyer for emphasis. “Think about it.”

No one had ever told Park Jimin that he would be good at anything like this. In fact most people told him he needed to be better...

Bigger. 

Stronger. 

His eyes traveled over the large letters printed at the top of the brochure. 

“Taekwondo...”

——◐——

“...so thank you all again for signing up and attending the orientation. I will see you tomorrow for our first class.”

A strange sense of anticipation hummed through Jimin as he gathered his coat. He was finally doing something for himself; something that had nothing to do with being an alpha-

“You’re a wolf, aren’t you...”

The young instructor who gave the initial demonstration and spoke for most of the orientation stood behind him with his arms crossed.

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock. 

“How did you know?”

The stranger tapped his nose. 

“My grandfather had a human mate and his pack exiled him for it. I’m mostly human, but this nose can pick up another wolf’s scent just as well as yours.”

Modern packs didn’t exile wolves with human mates anymore, but fifty years ago the practice was still unfortunately common. 

“I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

The young man smiled. 

“He lived a long happy life with his mate and his family. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He stretched out his hand. “Lee Taemin.”

“Park Jimin.”

They shook firmly, and Taemin continued to examine him with unconcealed interest. 

“Tell me, Park Jimin, what’s an alpha wolf doing all the way out in Seoul? The only pack around here married their last child into one of the mountain nations years ago.”

“That was my mother, actually... I’m here visiting my grandmother.”

Taemin tilted his head curiously. 

“I’ve never known wolves to be interested in human martial arts. You lot prefer to fight shifted... In fact, I doubt a mountain wolf could even throw a punch,” he snorted, “not that they’d need to with those fangs.”

Jimin’s shoulders fell a little. 

“So... you don’t think I’ll be good at it.”

“On the contrary, I think you could be incredible.”

The young wolf’s face brightened immediately. 

“Really?! Even if I’m not as strong as other wolves?”

“Taekwondo isn’t about strength. It’s about speed. Master the speed and the strength will follow.”

———◐———

“Relax your body. Focus your energy.”

Jimin drew in a deep breath as he moved  through the pattern Taemin taught him. 

“The power and speed of your wolf is constant, but most wolves do not bother channeling it in human form. Concentrate on your wolf and bring that power into your strike.” 

His hand came down on the thin press wood and-

It hurt. A lot. 

Taemin chuckled as Jimin cussed and swore, cradling his tender fist grouchily. 

“You’ll get it. Just keep practicing.”

“Are you sure I’ll be able to break the boards one day?”

The boy’s face was so round and adorably hopeful. Taemin nodded confidently and offered him some ice. 

“A human with training can break boards, but a wolf who harnessed his natural speed and strength could break much more than that.” 

———◐———

Twelve Years Ago...

———◐———

“You’ve improved a great deal since last summer. Were you finally able to find a teacher near your pack?”

“Yes - but... she’s not as good as you.”

Finding a local Taekwondo teacher had been the easy part. 

Constantly making up excuses to explain his habitual disappearances... 

That was trickier. 

His mother thought he was hunting with Taehyung, Taehyung thought he was sniffing around some human girl and needed a buddy to cover his tracks. 

Sneaking away to practice wasn’t too difficult, but he panicked when Yoongi caught him moving through forms in the woods once and pretended to be doing an interpretive dance. 

With no music.

Yoongi had looked at him a little funny since then. 

Taemin grinned. “Of course she’s not as good as me. I’m the best. Now take position and let’s see if you can finally land this kick.”

———◐———

Ten Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin glared at the thick oak board Taemin sent him home with this year. 

“It’s a 4x6 solid oak plank. I want you to break it before the winter solstice.”

He snorted, positioning the board between the makeshift vices he fashioned to hold it in place. 

“Sure, I’ll just get right on that.”

“...Who are you talking to?”

Jimin groaned internally.

Of course. 

“Hey guys,” he turned to greet Jungkook and Hoseok brightly (while completely ignoring the question). “Where - where are you two headed today?”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“One of the elders is going to teach us how to build traps! He invited all the unmated alphas to go with him past the boundary lines to test whatever we make!”

A familiar embarrassment settled heavily in Jimin stomach. 

“Oh... I uh... I didn’t hear that.”

“I’m sure it was just a mistake that they didn’t call for you,” Hoseok rushed to reassure him. “You could come with us. I don’t think the elder would mind.”

The older boy’s gaze was filled with discomfort... and pity. 

Jimin cleared his throat and forced up a sunny smile. 

“No that’s fine - I have work to do anyways so...”

Jungkook nodded quickly, desperate to escape the unexpectedly awkward conversation. 

“Have fun!” he shouted, already beginning to jog away. 

Jimin watched quietly as their figures grew smaller, waiting till their clumsy steps no longer disturbed the stillness around him. 

He should be used to it by now... 

The passive rejection. 

It shouldn’t bother him anymore. There was no malicious intent... just casual dismissal again and again and again-

An angry roar tore past his lips as he brought his hand down on the board. 

It cracked in half. 

———◐———

Eight Years Ago...

———◐———

“It’s strange but - I feel like the better I become at this, the stronger my wolf is.”

“That isn’t strange at all. You and your wolf are two halves of a whole. The more you balance your energy, the more your strengths can be shared. Now - stop stalling and get to it.”

Jimin eyed Taemin’s latest idea with a reluctant groan.

“None of the other students have to break cinder block.”

“None of the other students are wolves. Besides, it’s been 6 years, you’ve broken stacks of boards. It’s time for a real challenge.”

“I’m lucky I haven’t broken a bone,” Jimin mumbled irritably. 

He did that day, but it was healed in a week and he broke his first cinderblock a month later.

———◐———

Five Years Ago...

———◐———

“Remember, timing is everything. Never let your opponent see what you’re going to do.”

“How many times do you think I’ve heard that over the last ten years?”

“Not enough, clearly. You’re still telegraphing with that right foot.”

Jimin’s left hand shot out and connected with Taemin’s jaw.

“Am I?”

Taemin blinked up at him from the floor. 

“Ok. I admit. That was pretty impressive.”

———◐———

Three Years Ago...

———◐———

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I was looking for Jin.”

Jimin scrambled to his feet, dumping the pile of pebbles he collected (for his mother’s garden) noisily to the ground.

“Luna...”

He took a discreet step backward as your gaze scanned the area in frustration. 

“You haven’t seen my cousin, have you?”

Jimin gulped. 

He had seen Kim Seokjin - leading a curvy beta girl (nose first no doubt) in the direction of the old wading pool. It took every bit of self-restraint he possessed not to laugh out loud each time Jin bashfully declared that he was a ‘good boy’ and to ‘be gentle with him,’ - after all, he’d given the same speech to two other she-wolves last week. 

Best not to scar her for life. Some things cannot be unseen.

His mind darted briefly to the scene he’d walked into at Taehyung’s house yesterday.

“I have no idea where Seokjin is, Luna.”

You sighed, gnawing absently at your lip while you considered his words, and Jimin felt a familiar hint of futile longing whisper through him. 

He’d never been so close to you, and now that he was, his wolf was making all sorts of insane suggestions to keep you near. 

Do a backflip. Climb a tree. Build her a house. 

Jimin bent quickly to gather his scattered stones, ashamed at the direction of his thoughts. 

You were so incredibly beautiful...

It was almost enough to make him forget that he would only ever be Park Jimin.  

He couldn’t blame the others for fighting and fawning over your attention like they did. You were the moon and every man around you was drawn in like the tide. 

“Today is my seventeenth birthday, you know.”

Jimin looked up to discover that you had moved much closer and were now looking down at him expectantly. 

He blinked. Twice. 

“I - yes. I did know.”

The entire pack was celebrating. He’d have to be comatose not to know.

“Should I save you a dance, Park Jimin?”

Up until that exact second, Jimin would have bet his life savings that you did not know his name. 

Yet here you were - so very close to him - gazing down into his eyes almost shyly.

He nodded because he couldn’t think of a single reason not to give you anything you wanted. And when you smiled so brilliantly -  he almost believed that you truly wanted to dance with him...

Almost. 

He never went to your party. 

He never danced with you.

Not that day. Not ever.

Because deep down he suspected that if he held you in his arms - even once - he would never truly let go. 

He was sure you wouldn’t notice his absence...  You wouldn’t remember talking to him by the time the evening rolled around. 

He never saw you search the crowds for his face right up until the midnight bell. 

He never saw you turn down dance after dance hoping that the beautiful boy from the forest would finally come and take your hand. 

He was your only wish that birthday. 

But he never knew. 

———◐———

One Year Ago...

———◐———

“I’ve never seen anything like your skill. You’ve long since surpassed me. I’m not sure what more I can teach you,” Taemin smiled, bumping Jimin on the shoulder, “Perhaps you should find a woman and spend a little less time practicing.”

An unwelcome flash of silver eyes and a laugh like sunshine danced through his mind. 

“No. I’m... not really the type wolf girls go for.” 

Taemin snorted. 

“I don’t believe that. Aren’t you an alpha?”

“Yes, but it’s... complicated.”

“Isn’t everything?”

Jimin laughed. 

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

Silence settled comfortably between them as they nursed several bottles of soju on his grandmother’s porch. Taemin had charmed the old hellion quite thoroughly and he would often drop by for a visit even when Jimin was back home with his pack.

“So what will you do now?” he asked. “You can’t compete. I can barely withstand sparring with you, and you’d kill a human - even if you landed a blow at half strength.”

Jimin ran his fingers absently through his hair while he pondered his mentor’s words. 

“I learned to fight because I was searching for something that would help me sort out who I was.” He scoffed. “I don’t know that I’m any closer to that goal.”

Taemin shook his head. 

“No. I think you’ve got it all wrong, Park Jimin. No one achieves what you have without knowing who they are. You’ve always been a fighter and some part of you realizes that.” He sighed heavily and finished off the rest of his drink. “Now I think you’re just... waiting.”

“For what?” Jimin chuckled playfully. 

Taemin pulled out another bottle and met his gaze with a knowing grin. 

“Something worth fighting for.”

———◐———

Now...

———◐———

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent. 

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and- 

It was fast. 

So fast it almost seemed like magic. 

One moment the Kim alpha was the barest breath away from a swift and decisive victory-

Then he was crashing backwards onto the dirt. 

Those who watched carefully saw Park Jimin spin into a vicious kick, one that connected solidly with the middle of his opponent’s chest. 

Stunned silence pressed in from every side as Namjoon scrambled back to his feet, his expression wavering wildly between excruciating pain and monumental shock. 

Jimin smiled, letting his razor sharp canines lengthen menacingly as he flowed back into a perfect combat stance. 

“You didn’t think I’d just let you have her, did you?”

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[iapislazuli]

Sorry i typed another really long troll biology post

OK I KNOW everyone wants to point at stelsas friendsim when i talk about troll horns. But listen to me. there is still no indication that like, troll horns are at all autoerogenous. and i will not beleive it ever because i HATE it and it is a dumb and stupid headcanon and YES i am just logging on to be obnoxious about my troll headcanons again dont take me seriously here. ANYWAYS. why would they have written the reader grabbing karako by the horns to dislodge him from a tree branch get through if touching a troll’s horns was considered like, wildly inappropriate. and biologically it really makes no sense for troll horns to be a sensitive area. I JUST DON’T BUY IT!!! 

the stelsa situation to me was like.... imagine if you went to a hairdresser for the first time and they were like “hey, what if i caressed your face instead of cut your hair”. you would be like, understandably weirded out. because caressing someones face is like, usually something that your partner (or other people who are really close to you) does. your face obviously isn’t an autoerogenous part of the body. people look at your face all the time, and there are instances in which people who aren’t intimate parthers might touch your face. but like, it would be really weird for a complete stranger to ask to lovingly caress your face, seemingly unrelated to what you asked them to do (cut your hair). now picture the hairdresser is an alien who has no idea what human rituals are, and thinks caressing someone’s face is a similar grooming ritual to cutting their hair because “hey, theyre basically in the same spot, its weird that you like one but not the other”, because they don’t understand that yeah, you can see my face all the time and that doesnt bother me, but it’s a little weird that you wanna touch it. and like peoples’ faces, yeah a trolls horns IS one of the major factors in determining if a troll is attractive. but like, again.... like a person’s face, trolls horns arent autoerogenous.   

IMHO troll horns functionally are most like deer antlers. in modern troll society, yes they are mostly ornamental and do play into alternian beauty standards (see: xefros almost saying joey’s fake horns have BDE LMFAO). However, evolutionarily, i believe the purpose of horns was for seeking mates and fighting off competitors. i think trolls would grapple each other with their horns while fighting off suitors. I like to think that in modern time, this persists as a form of troll martial arts, similar to nihkee’s muscular theater. trolls don’t really touch each others horns much because... no feeling in them. i do have a silly little headcanon that like, dragging someone out of the room by their horn is like the troll equivalent of dragging someone out of the room by their ear when theyre being obnoxious (bronya does this to lanque a lot) 

BASICALLY IN SUMMARY: IT IS A DUMB HEADCANON AND I DO NOT LIKE IT. any of the weirdness around touching a trolls horns is like, entirely a social phenomenon due to the evolutionary role horns played for trolls. i think maybe the base of the horns could be like, sensitive or more ticklish (since it’s not a part of their body that recieves a lot of wear-and-tear, such as how like your stomach and underarms are more ticklish since they dont get touched a lot) but from a biological standpoint it doesnt make any sense for the area to be that vulnerable, especially considering that horns were likely once used as weapons by trolls 

[valentin-talbot]

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Shall we continue?”

“Of course. Of course, yes. Please.”

PART 4: BELIEFS & OPINIONS

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

“Optimistic, I believe.”

What is your greatest fear?

“I assume you mean this in a broader sense, yes?” He thought. “Being powerless, perhaps. Becoming ... so quiet, you unlearn to be heard by others.”

What are your religious views?

Valentin looked at the interviewer, plainly. “Hinduism's always fascinated me.”

What are your political views?

“I’m sorry, I mustn’t say. As a member of the clergy I must keep out of politics, I fear. But I believe that if the word of God is translated correctly into modern social questions, there’s only one political affiliation that makes much sense to agree with.”

What are your views on sex?

“Oh! Well... It’s the creation of life, isn’t it?”

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

“I believe I already mentioned it, but there was a time when I’d go Hunting with the others. Birds as well as deers and the like. I can’t anymore. Or at least I truly struggle with it.” He pause, then something had him sit upright suddenly. “I sure  hope you didn’t mean killing humans!”

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

“Killing humans, for example?” He was still a little flushed. “Erm, well. Apart from that, but very similarly, anything that kills God in people’s hearts. That kills their will to live.” He’d seen it happen many times before. It was almost as bad as the killing of a body.

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

“I ... believe all love is true love. And I believe we are the makers of our own souls, which means we’re also the makers of our own soul mates.”

What are your views on God and religion?

“I believe it’s misunderstood, a lot. I can tell you what isn’t my views? Yes? All right. So. I don’t believe God and religion are linked. I don’t believe one God is greater than another. l don’t believe the bible must be read to understand God, but I also don’t believe that church and rituals needs to be attended to be connected to him. I don’t believe in the Pope. I don’t believe I speak for God better than any other person who genuinely loves him. I don’t believe God concerns itself with the materialist pragmatism of our world, with criminals, with prostitutes, with un-baptised bastards or a child sneaking a biscuit from the kitchen to his room. That’s because I don’t believe God has morals. We are made in his image, not he in ours. And this image is the ability to create. All things we created? Laws and rules and opinions? They’ve come from us, not from God. God merely gave us the ability to choose which laws and rules and opinions we want to create, to follow, to believe in.”

What do you believe makes a successful life?

“Living in a way that you know why you were living it.”

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

“I believe I’m quite honest. But that’s perhaps because I’m an extraordinarily boring person who doesn’t have a lot to hide. If I hold back sometimes, it’s merely due to a wrong situation. In fact, I fear this might be one of my greatest weaknesses; wearing my heart on my sleeve at all times.”

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

“If they’re real biases and prejudices, I wouldn’t be aware of them, would I? I’d just consider them truths.”

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

“Apart from the aforementioned killing-humans thing? And harming others and all that? Something that just concerns myself?” He thought. “I might ... truly ... hesitate to betray God.” His fingers touched the soft fabric of his clerics. “I gave him my word, I promised loyalty.” There was no sadness in his voice as he said this; he was smiling.

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?

“My sisters? My mother? My brother, my friends, my faith, my parishioners? Even Mrs Lancashure and Osiris. Any person I had a lovely conversation with at Oxford, every passer by in St Maur. I-... I’d rather or go to extremes, than reject a stranger’s plea.”

What do you believe happens after death?

“You really aren’t well acquainted with Christianity, are you?”