A Woman’s Place Is In The Kitchen

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VOLUME 4 UPDATE!!

Day Nine: Virginity Loss/Sacrifice w/ Dante

A/N: inspired by @actuallysaiyan! ;) go check out her kinktober because she's killing it.

Warnings: 3.7k words, virginity loss, deity kink (I'm not sure if that's a thing but the village worships Dante like a deity), AU!Dante, arranged marriage (Dante demands a bride), p+v penetration, fem!reader

Tag list: @actuallysaiyan @loki-love @the-eternal-sunflower

The devil had arrived in the night and taken up residence in an abandoned castle rumored to have once belonged to the dark knight, Sparda. He never spoke to the people inhabiting the surrounding village, and for years they never spoke to him. They spoke of him, of course. Small populations have a knack for weaving big tales, and the strange man with a striking resemblance to Sparda proved to be their favorite subject. Was this stranger friend or foe? Nobody could ever say for sure, and those who claimed to know weren’t taken seriously. 

All of this changed when demons attacked the village in the night. Yours was the first house they pillaged. You’d tried running, but ending up trapped in a closet. As your home burned around you, prayers fell from your lips despite you never having believed in a higher power. Tears blurred your vision as smoke stung your nose. The door is ripped off the hinges, and you look up to see a devil standing above you. It was different from the ones who had attacked. The devil glowed red and wings were outstretched behind him. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

The devil changes before your eyes. In a flash of red demonic energy, a man stands before you. He kneels down to scoop you up in his arms and carries you through the flames as though he doesn’t feel them licking his skin. You instinctively curl up tighter in his arms to avoid getting burned and you squeeze your eyes shut until the cool night air hits you. 

“Thank you,” you whisper as you dare to look up at the man holding you in his arms. 

He says nothing as he carries you to the edge of the village where the rest of the inhabitants were gathered. You can’t help noticing the demon corpses scattered across the ground. He’s the one who did this, you know that. He sets you down gently and takes a moment to make sure there are no more demons lurking around before turning away. 

All of the villagers look on in awe as his broad form starts to disappear in the night. It’s you who follows. He jolts like something has shocked him when you grab his arm. 

“Wait,” you say. You gulp when he turns to look at you with those icy blue eyes. “What’s your name?” 

“What do you care?” he grumbles. 

“You saved me…us.” 

“Dante,” he answers, then pulls away from you.

You watch him disappear into the darkness. Your heart races as you wonder about the devil. 

After that night, the villagers began to revere him as a deity. He had shown such tremendous power, there was no longer doubt about his origins. It had begun as whispers as the village began to rebuild, then began the offerings. Food, clothes, even money were left on the stone stairs leading into the castle. At first it seemed that Dante didn’t take the offerings. Fruit rotted where it was set, and mischievous kids began swiping the money. 

As summer turned into fall, the nights grew cold. You wondered more and more about Dante. He never took anything, but you wanted to do something nice for him. You couldn’t stop thinking about the sadness that permeated from him. 

One foggy morning, you ventured to the castle. In your arms were a blanket and a small basket of freshly baked bread you’d gotten from the bakery. You shudder as you look up at the looming castle, but you venture forth anyway. A group of older ladies with carefully wrapped meals were making their way in front of you, and their chatter was surprisingly comforting. 

Dante could smell you before you ever made it to the front of the castle. It was that sweet, cinnamon scent that pulled him out of bed. He slid into his tattered robe before going to the window. His heart races when he sees you coming up the narrow path leading from the village to the castle. You’re even more beautiful than he remembered from the night he saved you. He watches you kneel down as though in prayer like the rest of the visitors. Then, you set the blanket down and you put the basket on top of it. You look up again, and Dante gasps as he moves from the window for fear you could see him. 

Long after you leave, the scent lingers. It drives him crazy. No matter how much he tries to return to his new goal of drinking through the entire cellar, he can’t stop thinking about you. Once the sun goes down, he carefully opens the front door and grabs the offerings you left for him. He quickly realizes your scent has permeated the blanket. This need bubbles up inside of him as he carries everything up to the bedroom. 

“Fuck,” he mutters as his skin starts to heat up. Before he knows it, he’s curled up with the blanket. His cock throbs and he purrs as buries his face against the soft blanket to take in your scent. He reaches down to palm at his cock, making himself leak from the swollen tip. He’s going crazy with lust. He jerks himself off to images of you, wishing he’d spent more time memorizing your features. The memory of you on your knees as you left him such sweet offerings sends shivers up his spine. He cries out as he cums all over the blanket you left for him. 

He waits anxiously for morning to come. The sunrise would bring you back to him. He sits by the window, watching as the villagers come and go. Part of him feels panicked when you don’t show up. He wants to see you so bad. Just a little glimpse of you. That would be more than enough for him. 

“Come on,” he mutters as he waits and waits and waits. 

It’s nearly sunset before you finally come. He perks up immediately as he notices you. You look so beautiful to him right now. His heart is racing. This time you’ve brought wine and more food. Nothing that would hold your scent. 

Your heart races when you notice that your offerings from the day before aren’t on the step anymore. You set everything down before stepping back to look up at the castle again. You see him standing in the window. He wants to recoil again, but knowing that you were looking for him makes him freeze to the spot. You flash a sweet smile before waving. This is what makes him recoil from the window. 

He wants to talk to you, but he also wants to touch you. He wants to fuck you and taste you. His heart is pounding. This isn’t something he’d ever expected to happen to him. When he came to this village, he was just looking for a quiet place to waste away. He’s lost everyone and everything he cared about. He didn’t think he’d find a reason to live. This tiny village was the last place he’d expect to find his mate. 

He feels his chest tightening as he watches you leave.

Day after day, you come to him. He catches glimpses of your beauty as you leave him offerings. Sometimes you leave things with your scent, and he always collects those offerings. He has a small collection at this point, but it’s still not enough. He needs you, and now he knows how to get you. 

He waits for the right time. There’s a small meeting in the village square just after sunrise. For the first time since the demon's attack, he leaves the castle. Halfway down the path, he devil triggers and flies the rest of the way down. All of the villagers gasp as their deity flies above them, then lands right in the middle of the crowd. As soon as he lands, everyone kneels, including you. He makes a point to stretch his wings out and his chest puffs up. 

“In exchange for my protection, I demand a bride,” he growls in a low, distorted voice. His glowing eyes fall on you, “I need her. Bring her to my castle at sundown.” 

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as you look at him. What could he possibly want from you? Before you can say anything, Dante is gone. It’s decided almost immediately that you’ll be given to the devil for the sake of the village. 

Bit by bit, you’re prepared for the night ahead. Before sundown, you’re bathed in sweet-smelling oils that make your skin silky smooth. Then, you’re given a red lingerie set to wear underneath the soft lace wedding dress. You put on a black cape over it, and then you’re escorted to the castle. You’re scared of what lies ahead of you. You’re trying not to cry when your escort knocks on the door. Before the devil opens up, they leave. 

You’re trembling as you wait for the door to open. Finally, he opens the door. You gasp at the sight of him. His broad form makes you feel even tinier than you already did. 

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers before reaching for your hand. Despite the callouses, he’s gentle as he guides you inside. 

You swallow hard, “Y-you are?” 

“Of course, princess.” 

Your heart flutters at his sweet nickname. The castle is cold and dark. Does he expect you to live here with him? He guides you upstairs to the bedroom, and you’re surprised at the stark difference between this room and the rest of the castle. Little did you know, Dante had spent the day carefully preparing for your arrival. 

A warm fire steadily burns in the fireplace, and there’s a nice nest of blankets and pillows laid out. There’s a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses. You’re still taking it all in when he begins removing your cape and lays it down on a nearby chair. His cock twitches when he sees that pretty dress hugging your curves. His large hands cup your waist before pulling you closer. The purr that rumbles through his throat sends shivers down your spine. He leans in closer and takes in a deep breath. Your scent fills him with need. He can’t believe you’re really here in his arms. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mutters softly. “I can’t believe you wore this just for me.” 

“I thought you’d want it because I’m your bride.” 

“I love it,” he kisses your cheek softly. “Come here, sweetheart.” 

He wraps his arm around your waist to lead you to the nest he put together for you. He sits down in the pile of pillows, and you try to sit with a little distance between you. Dante won’t have that at all. Now that you’re here with him, he needs to have you close. He pulls you in closer. 

“I won’t hurt you,” he purrs softly before kissing your cheek again. “I am at your mercy.” 

Your heart pounds at his words. It doesn’t exactly make sense to you after the display he put on this morning. The devil who showed up in the village square bears little resemblance to the gentle man you’re with now. He keeps pulling you closer until you’re perched on his lap. He feels absolutely intoxicated just from the smell of you. 

“You’re at my mercy?” you ask. 

“Yes,” his nose drags along the curve of your jawline before he places a soft kiss on your neck. “I need you. I’ve thought about this moment, having you here with me like this, for so long.” 

“Oh, Dante,” you relax in his arms. “I knew you weren’t cruel.” 

“I could never hurt you.” 

He cups your cheek gently and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You moan softly when his tongue drags against your bottom lip. It takes you a moment to realize he wants you to open your mouth, but finally, you catch on. You part your lips and his warm tongue pushes between them. Fireworks erupt in your stomach when his tongue gently rubs against yours. This feeling growing inside of you makes you squirm on his lap in an attempt to get some friction against your clothed cunt. Dante easily picks up on your eagerness, and he takes it as a cue to lay you down. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair as the two of you keep making out. You feel yourself becoming weaker and weaker to his tender affections. 

“Let me take this off,” he says quietly as he reaches around your back to unzip the dress carefully. He almost had it pulled down your shoulders when you grab it in an attempt to stop him. 

“W-wait,” you stutter. “I can’t-” 

For the first time, Dante looks angry. He sits up on his knees, and his large hand cups your cheek to force you to look at him again. There’s a fire burning in his eyes, “Aren’t you mine?” 

“Of course,” your bottom lip trembles slightly. “I’ve just never done this before. I’m scared, Dante.” 

His face relaxes as he leans down to kiss you once more. His kiss this time is gentle. Your noses rub against each other when he pulls away. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” his cock twitches in his pants. “That’s perfect. I’ll make you feel really good, yeah?” 

“Promise?” 

“I swear,” he kisses you again and again. “This is perfect, you’re perfect. All for me.” 

His eyes are soft with affection as he gently moves your hands so he can proceed with removing your wedding dress. A soft growl rumbles through his chest when he sees the pretty red lace lingerie you wore for him. His fingers trace the delicate patterns on your mound, and he doesn’t miss the dampness towards your core. The scent makes his head spin. 

“You have to trust me, sweetheart,” he tells you. “I need to hear you say it.” 

You swallow hard around the lump in your throat, “I trust you.” 

“Good girl. So good.” 

He kisses you softly before letting his lips trail along your jawline then down to your neck. His hands carefully knead and caress your hips, your thighs, and then finally your tits. The lace bra only seems to annoy him. He grunts before working to remove it, careful not to be too aggressive with you. Despite his earlier antics in the village, he doesn’t want you to be afraid. He knows he can win you over. It is hard to keep his devilish nature at bay when you smell and feel so wonderful, but he’ll fight as hard as he can. 

“So beautiful,” he mutters against your skin. His lips trail over the soft swell of your breasts as he kneads them. Your skin feels flushed as the arousal grows. Your fight to hold back your noises fails when his warm, wet mouth circles around your perked nipple. He swirls his tongue around the pink bud before sucking on it. He traces the shape of your areola before moving to give the other nipple the same treatment. 

You’re soaked and needy by the time he slots himself between your thighs. He removes your panties slowly, letting the tips of his fingers trail along your legs before tossing them aside. Your little pussy is exposed to him, and he can think of nothing else now. He lays on his stomach between your legs, spreading them when your shyness causes you to pull your thighs together. As soon as you’re wide open for him, your hand protects your modesty. Dante growls. 

“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. I can’t make you feel good if you keep hiding,” he coaxes your hand away. “You said you trust me, remember?” 

“You don’t think it’s ugly?” you ask shyly, reliving the insecurity you’ve held since you were in your adolescence. 

“It’s beautiful,” he assures you before leaning down to place a kiss on your mound. “So beautiful.” 

Instinct takes over. He can’t take things slow when your soaking pussy is right there. He drags his tongue between your folds and he swears he’s never tasted anything sweeter than your arousal. It’s like the sweetest wine, warming him up and making his head spin. You cry out when he sucks on your swollen clit, and it’s just music to his ears. His grip on your thighs tightens as he holds them open, and Dante devours you. He laps eagerly like he’s starved, because he is. Ever since the first moment he laid his eyes on you, he’s been craving you. His small collection of items that held your scent were nothing compared to your taste and smell taking over his senses. He hardly notices you’re going to cum until you’re tugging on his hair. That white hot pleasure rips through your very being and your back arches against the floor. His name falls from your lips more desperately than any prayer you’ve ever said kneeling in front of his castle door. Your first taste of pleasure makes you ravenous for more. 

“Please,” you whine. “Please, please more.” 

Dante pulls away from your slick and smiles at you. Your juices dripping off his chin and the wild look in his eye makes him look every bit the devil he claims to be. 

“I’ll give you more, princess. So much more,” he promises. 

He gets up on his knees and eagerly tugs his clothes off. A small gasp leaves him when he feels your soft hands on his skin for the first time, trailing down his chiseled abdomen to reach for the buckle of his belt. If he’d known that just one taste of pleasure was all it would take to make you so weak for him, he would’ve gone down on you so much sooner. All of the talk when you arrived would’ve been skipped, and he would’ve been on his knees for you as soon as you walked through the door. Now, he knows and he’ll use this to his advantage. 

“Oh!” you gasp when you open his pants and his cock springs free. It’s bigger than you’d ever expected. The swollen, red tip leaks a luminescent fluid. Dante doesn’t have the strength to slow down to explain to you that being a devil means some things about him are different. No, he decides he’ll answer all of your questions later. Now he needs you. 

He pushes you back against the pillows and guides his cock to your hole. He’s already panting by the time the tip slips inside. Your hot, wet walls are squeezing around him. He pushes in a little more. At the same time he feels resistance, you whimper pitifully and press your hands against his stomach. 

“It hurts,” you whine. 

He goes still before leaning down to kiss you soothingly, “I know, baby. I know. Just a little more, okay?” 

“Dante,” you look up at him with tears stinging your eyes, “Is it gonna hurt the whole time?” 

“No, baby. I promise,” he kisses you again and starts rubbing your clit. “You need to relax for me. Please, baby.” 

You nod weakly, “I’ll try.” 

“You gotta,” he mutters. “Be a good girl for me.” 

“I promise.” 

Dante begins shallowly thrusting his hips again. Once your whines turn to soft moans, he pushes more of his length inside. You feel so full and stretched, but this warmth spreads over you. He keeps pushing until he bottomed out. He grunts and just feeling every inch of his cock squeezed by your walls makes his nerves light up with need. He holds you tight as he picks up a frantic pace. He’s trying his best not to go too hard, but fuck it’s nearly impossible with how good you feel. 

“Fuck,” he growls and nuzzles his face against your neck. “You feel so fucking good.” 

He struggles more and more with controlling his pace, and soon he loses the fight. His hips snap desperately as he clings to you. You feel overwhelmed with emotion and this new sensation taking over. Tears roll down your cheeks. One hand cradles his head and the other rests on his hip. 

“Dante, please,” you sniffle. “Please, slow down.” 

“I can’t,” he groans. “Need you so bad.” 

He lifts his head so he can look at you. The sight of your wide, teary eyes just makes him feel even more feral. He pulls you along with him as he sits up on his knees. Before you have a chance to say anything, his hands are on your hips guiding you to bounce on his cock in time with the snapping of his hips. You don’t even realize the only thing holding you up is him. Your knees barely even touch the ground. You feel something tightening inside of you like you’re going to explode. 

“Dante, it feels funny.” 

“Let go for me,” he pleads. “You’re gonna cum, baby. Don’t be scared, just cum on my cock please.” 

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as fireworks erupt in your belly. You cry out his name and your juices soak him as you ride out your high. With just a few more deep thrusts, Dante is right behind you. This warmth fills you up and he’s trembling. This is more than he’d ever hoped for. You truly are a dream come true for him. 

Once you've ridden out your highs, he gently lays you back down. Your face is flushed, and your eyes are dazed when they meet his. He’s scared now that you’ll hate him. Maybe you’ll feel disgusted about being bonded to a devil. He waits for the rejection. Instead, your hands reach out for him. 

“Hold me, please,” you whine. 

His heart erupts with affection. He can’t even think of the words to say to describe how happy he is right now. He lays beside you, and pulls you in so close. Soft kisses are peppered all over your face, making you giggle. It’s the most beautiful sound. 

“I love you,” Dante says before he even comprehends the words. 

“I love you too,” you confess quietly. “I’ve loved you since the night you saved me, and it was the strangest thing.” 

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he says quietly. “Forever.” 

“Forever,” you repeat quietly and sink into his embrace.

Mermaids/Pirates AU Supporting Cast

Before I draw more Dinluke I wanted to draw some more Mandalorian show characters in the AU, because that’s rad.

[CONTEXT]

Part 1: https://swinging-through-the-stars.tumblr.com/post/658655107641229312/dinluke-mermaidpirate-au

Part 2 ish?: https://swinging-through-the-stars.tumblr.com/post/658699369007218688/merfolk-and-pirates-are-natural-enemies-oh-oh

Cobb Vanth as a cocky marshal of a small village, who found this mermaid armor one day and decided to wear it for extra protection. Din isn’t pleased, as one would expect.

Now here’s the REAL wearer of the armor, Boba Fett. He’s been stuck in the deep ocean trenches for a while, but he survived and made his way back near surface waters.

His partner in crime, Fennec Shand, is an expertly skilled fisher on land. She’s a bounty hunter like Din and is an expert at shooting things down with her array of harpoons.

Of course, there are more mermaids than Din once thought - Bo Katan and Koska Reeves. Bo leads a group called the Nite Sharks.

(There was a third guy but these two are more prominent in the series and I don’t know his name)

And lastly is an ex-pirate ally, Ahsoka Tano. An axolotl from the ocean, she is an expert on both land and sea (she also possesses the power to be able to walk on land easily). She no longer gets involved with matters of pirates, as she has bigger things to worry about.

(There’s always a bigger fish—I’m sorry)

jewelry of every kind

no thoughts except Spencer wearing MGG’s rings…

Summary: Spencer tries out wearing more accessories and you decide to show him just how much you love them.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: 18+ Content (NSFW/NSFM), smut, hand kink, finger sucking, choking, fingering, piv sex

Word Count: 1.3k

“Those are new,” you say, motioning to Spencer’s hands as he skims through the contents of a file with sleep.

Scattered across his fingers were four golden rings of various sizes and shapes, but the one that took you by surprise most was the large round pinky ring.

“Hm,” he mumbles, jolting is head up from his work, his sleepy eyes meeting yours. “Oh, these? I’ve always had them sitting around, I figured it was probably time I wore them.” Then, he went back to his work.

You cozy yourself onto the couch cushion beside where Spencer was still hunched over, running his lengthy fingers down each page. Normally, this alone was enough to do you in, but the addition of how his hands looked donning jewelry made your head spin.

“I like them,” you caught his right hand as he reaches the end of a page, bringing it up to your face, “a lot…”

Before Spencer could switch his brain off from work mode, you had taken his thumb into your mouth and began to suck on it with just enough pressure to make his nerves stand on end.

The paper still in his free hand fell onto the coffee table and an uncontrollable gasp came from his lips.

"Oh it's like that?" Spencer inquired, watching you intensely as you looked at him with wide pleading eyes.

"Mhm," you hum, causing a vibration that ran up from his thumb and up to his neck. "Makes me want them inside of me so bad."

Without warning, Spencer draws you to straddle his lap and into a passionate kiss. As his tongue found his way into your mouth to explore, his fingers drifted to part your robe where he discovered your bareness underneath.

"God, y/n... nothing underneath?" he asks, slipping a finger down your slit and feeling your warmth already pooling. "And so wet for me already."

His finger dips further into your center and the cool metal of one of his rings brushes against your clit, eliciting an instinctive moan to cry from your throat.

"Does it feel good, angel?" Spencer purred, slipping another finger in and curling them to hit your sensitive spot.

Another cry bellowed from your lips, throwing your head back in the process. "Yes, yes so good, Spence."

The arch of your back made your robe come completely undone, revealing your swollen breasts. Without missing a beat, Spencer brought his mouth to one of them, biting them gently. As he did so, his fingers pumped in and out of you faster, the metal providing a stinging cold sensation against the heat growing from your wetness and the friction. You feel an ache begin to grow in your abdomen and pressure build as he increases the dexterity of his fingers, eventually you find your release around them slicking his fingers with even more of your arousal.

As you come down from your high, Spencer slowly removes his fingers and brings them to your parted lips with a devilish grin. You run your tongue in between them, your arousal coating your tongue before taking his digits completely in your mouth, nearly touching the golden accessories that had started your obsession.

Your cum tasted musky and sweet upon your tongue, but you wanted so desperately for Spencer to taste it, too - so you kissed him deeply, gliding your tongue against his.

"You always taste so good, baby," he growls, the feeling of his erection growing underneath you.

"Mmm, you know what? I've been wanting to wear a certain piece of jewelry again for awhile," you state, unbuckling his pants while grinding against him lightly.

Spencer could hardly form words with you touching his bulge, but he managed to croak, "W-which one is that?"

As you pulled his pants completely to the ground, springing his cock up to his navel, you leaned in to whisper, "Your hand as my necklace."

A guttural groan escaped him and it sounded like a melody to your ears. You glided your folds on top of his erection before sinking down on him at an achingly slow pace, causing Spencer to firmly grasp one of your ass cheeks and the other to grip the back cushion of the couch.

When you reached the point of being completely full of him, Spencer suddenly began to fuck up into you with growing force and pace. Taking you by surprise, you whimper and attempt to regain your pace by placing your hands upon his braced chest. Without warning, his hand shoots to clasp around your throat, squeezing gently.

"Is this what you meant, angel?" he asked, adding extra pressure and thrusting into you with more force.

You let out a desperate moan and respond, "Y-yes, sir. Doesn't it look so pretty on me?"

"Yes," Spencer rubs his thumb against the peak of your throat and admires it as he speaks. "It looks like it was made for you."

The pressure of his hand around your throat makes your arousal grow and drip down onto the base of his cock freely. The sounds of your bodies slapping to together with a perfected rhythm in combination with your exchanges of whimpers and moans make your body rise with chills. His ringed hand clasping your throat, the way he looked in ecstasy with his eyes rolled back, and the way that he completely filled you made you closer and closer to your second climax.

"I love you so much, y/n - fuck," Spencer huffed, his cock growing harder with every sloppy thrust.

His hand moves from your throat to intertwine through your hair, yanking it back to reveal your red and tender neck. Quickly, he leans forward to place open-mouthed kisses along the faint swollen hand print. The sensitivity of your neck translated to the increasing sensitivity between your legs.

"I - I love you, too, Spence," you say breathlessly, reaching down to gently rub your clit in a desperate attempt to release yourself.

"Oh, how pitiful, angel. Are you close to cumming again?" he murmured, nibbling gently on your earlobe and grasping both of your ass cheeks firmly.

All you can manage is a whimper of confirmation as your eyes close and your breath tightens.

"We can cum together, okay?" he hums, feeling your walls tighten around his pulsing dick.

"Y-yes, please, please," you faintly whisper, your clit becoming nearly numb with pleasure.

Spencer readjusts himself underneath you to hit your cervix perfectly, eliciting a genuine sob of pain and need from your lips. His grip on your backside became close to clawing into your skin, but it only increased the euphoria of your ever approaching high.

A few more deep thrusts was all it took for both of you to fall apart. Spencer cried out your name with sweat beading against his brow while he released his seed deep into your throbbing core. You nearly collapsed on top of him from the weakness of your thighs as they shook with your release. The tightness of his grip only grew as he lifted you up and down a few more times to make sure that you were completely full of him.

As both of you came down from your high, you found yourself kissing one another with a tired passion that was full of the most permeating intimacy. The nearly drunken feeling that it caused was suddenly cut off by Spencer's hand placing a stingingly firm slap upon your ass.

"I think I left a mark," Spencer said teasingly, examining your throat and backside.

"I sure hope so," you respond, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts.

He places a soft kiss upon your lips before saying, "So, you're saying I should wear these more often?" Spencer twirls his pinky ring suggestively.

"You better," you said, toying with his hands. "I'd like to wear my necklace more often, too."

Bringing you into a deep embrace, he chuckled lightly, "Your wish is my command, angel. And how could I possibly deny you?"

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Op’s caption was: Single father supports his sons :)

after the war ends, Obi-Wan desperately wants to quit the Council, but Mace keeps rejecting his resignations

so Obi-Wan decides to take matters into his own hands: if he can’t resign formally, he’s going to get himself kicked off

he starts by showing up to Council meetings intoxicated, and wearing increasingly outrageous (and frequently revealing) clothing

when his own efforts fail to get any reaction out of Mace, he recruits outside assistance

he sends Anakin wearing a fake beard and mustache to attend as him (which has the side benefit of convincing Anakin that he never, ever, wants anything to do with the Council)

Cody attends wearing Obi-Wan’s clothes and lightsaber, but making no other attempt to disguise himself

Quinlan breaks in during a meeting, makes out with Obi-Wan for two minutes straight, then smashes through a window to make his daring escape

Ahsoka does her best Hondo impression and shows up to kidnap Obi-Wan in the middle of a session, with Rex and the Bad Batch (in their normal, full armor) as her dastardly pirate crew

and while certain members of the Council are outraged, Obi-Wan still can’t even get Mace to consider his resignation

of course, Mace isn’t going to tell Obi-Wan that his efforts have backfired: this is the most entertainment Mace has had in YEARS, he’s wasn’t letting Obi-Wan quit before he started this, and now at least half the reason is that he wants to see what Obi-Wan’ll try next

Scent Glands

General information

Scent Glands are skin areas on a body that hold and release a smell.

Scent glands vary in location based on secondary gender and age.

Different scent glands vary in sensitivity regarding how well they release and hold scents.

Scent glands release pheromones that impact the behavior of receiving individuals, whether it be to warn them, soothe them, express how the person is feeling, or other.

Alphas

Because Alphas have the biological urge to protect and, before civilized societies, were almost always the leaders and protectors of the pack, their scent glands cover more skin on their body than the other dynamics.

Having more of the Alpha’s scent on the pack kept them safe.

Alphas’ strongest scent glands are typically located on the neck and shoulders and on the inner thighs.

Having more scent glands allows Alphas to scent mark multiple pack mates at one time, satisfying their needs and keeping everyone safe.

The downside of having more scent glands is accidental scenting. Alphas have scent glands on their fingers and on the side of their torso, so brushing against people can cause unintentional scenting.

Alphas often have the most control of their scent out of all the secondary genders.

Omegas

Omegas have the biological predisposition to be the caretakers of the pack, so they developed the most sensitive and reactive scent glands.

On a biological level, Omegas’ scent glands have billions of nerves that relay information to the brain in record time so Omega’s can quickly respond to situations.

Certain scent glands, such as the ones on the Omega’s inner thighs and neck are as sensitive as lips or genitals (depending on where they are in their cycle). Many Omegas use numbing gel to take the edge off.

Omegas are prone to subconsciously respond to situations with their scent glands before they actually process them. For example, if a pup gets injured, an Omega will instantly release calming pheromones before physically reacting.

Scent glands on the breasts and stomach only develop once an Omega becomes pregnant. Scent glands on the stomach fade after pregnancy but the ones of the breasts remain.

Betas

Betas have the weakest scent glands out of all the secondary dynamics, however, this can make them more pleasant to be around and makes them excellent peacekeepers.

Betas’ strongest scent glands are on their neck, inner thighs and behind the ears.

Betas scent glands are generally weaker in terms of releasing pheromones and scent, but they can hold scents for longer periods of time than the other secondary genders.

Betas also have scent glands on their breasts, however, they only appear during pregnancy and fade in under 2 years after the birth of their child/ren. Scent glands on the breasts only appear on female Betas.

Pups

All Pups start out with about the same base scent glands. When they present and age, their scent glands develop to accommodate to their secondary gender.

A pup’s strongest scent gland is on the crown of their head.

Unfortunately, pups’ scent glands do not hold smells for long periods of time, so they need to constantly be scented by their parents and pack mates. Evolutionarily, this ensured that a pack would not leave their pup alone for long durations.

Specific Glands

Inner Thighs

It is only proper for mates and partners to scent mark each other’s inner thighs (for all secondary genders). Scenting inner thighs without consent, especially if the people are not mates, is considered highly inappropriate.

Aggressive scenting and biting to the inner thighs can trigger heats and ruts.

Aggressively scenting (such as licking, biting, etc) pups on their inner thighs is considered as rape.

Crown of Head

The scent gland on the crown of the head is called the Pup’s Crown. It is most sensitive during childhood and becomes the weakest scent gland as the person ages until it holds very little scent or fades completely.

Wrists

Wrists are the most respectful place to scent mark someone. Friends often scent each other on the wrists or after a successful first date, the people in question may scent each other on the wrist.

Rubbing one’s wrist scent glands may be a sign of anxiety or stress.

Wrists are also where pack bites are placed, this includes siblings bites, close relatives, or pack leadership.

Cheeks

Cheek scent glands are very similar to wrists in terms of respect.

Pups often rub cheeks with their friends to scent mark.

Cheek scent glands are usually not very sensitive, but when stimulated can produce minor scent.

Neck

The scent glands on the neck are the most sensitive for all the dynamics.

The neck is where a mating bite is placed. Parents may also bite their pups on the nape of the neck to solidify pack and parental bonds.

Scent marking that occurs on the neck also holds smell longer than on any other gland.