#-by his arousal to not be able to simply power through it. And isnt that just Something. Theyd consider it for a while (meaning jack shrugs-

[doctor-cunt-phd]

I, for one, cannot BELIEVE that I've not found a Single Windows of Opportunity fic about Teal'c and Jack double teaming the daylights out of daniel, it seems so obvious to me

[lilredghost]

baby bestie because i read chp 14 so late im feeling like its my birthday, that i get chp 15 so early!! can i just quickly take the moment to scream about the dream scene??? all those little tells that maybe this isnt right (inception vibes). this was so brilliant

also obi's downward spiral about if anakin loves him or married himbeacuse he is an alpha IM CRYING WITH HIM OH GOD WHAT IF OBI NEVER CLAIMED HE WAS AN ALPHA AND STILL RULED OBIKIN WOULD NEVER HAVE MET PLS

Obi-Wan has had a hard time keeping his head on straight, this last week. A harder time than usual, anyway.

A side effect of all the stress, perhaps. babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason

Anakin's hand has settled on his thigh; it grips him tight, bold and claiming, under the table.

Obi-Wan wonders if it will leave bruises.

The fingers creep closer— not further up but further in, ghosting the edge of the scent gland there— and Obi-Wan has to swallow back his arousal, trying to focus on Luminara. oh he's so jealous thisis such a good thing to read in fics but somehow such a red flag irl uk ill read any fic if it says possesive anakin

He feels like he’s back in his wedding finery, wondering why his fiancé won’t look at him.

His husband won’t look at him. i cried then for obi-wan and im crying for now poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass and now he knows anakin may never have married him????? i love it when u put obi-wan thru the horrors

im just gonna very casually read thru the rst of the fic again cause i simply love the writing style in this and i have creative writing hostel championship coming up so. uk. i would really like to write as well as you

(Referring to ch 15 of Their fragrance came from you)

Baby!! I had so much fun with the dream scenes honestly!! I felt so evil writing it but it was so so satisfying (summary of this whole chapter honestly). My aim with those slightly wrong things was that you wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was just Obi-Wan's unreliable narration at work (especially because he often has moments where he's caught up in something and "doesn't quite remember"/"didn't realize" something happened), or if there was actually something wrong! I also thought about having the whole dream sequence in italics, but I wanted the reader to take Obi-Wan's introspection about not being an alpha seriously.

And the repetition of things which happened in the dream, but slightly different… idk what drove me to do that, but I'm soooo happy I did. I think it adds so much flavor in showing how Obi-Wan perceives the world (or how he fears it to be) vs. how it actually is!

Ahhh the concept of Obi-Wan openly being the first omega ruler from the beginning! He would have come out sooo much less depressed 🥺🥺 (But maybe, in some ways, more stern? He has to show that he's not soft just because he's an omega, after all!) I love to think that in an AU like this, Stewjon and Tatooine still needed that mutual help so they went to make an alliance. But since there's no immediate candidate that's obvious for marriage, Tatooine doesn't write anything about marriage in their terms, hoping it will pass under the radar (it does). They settle instead on a sort of cultural exchange where Anakin will come spend some time in Jedha and then later Obi-Wan will go and visit Mos Espa. And hey, two omegas in positions of power… working closely together…. Obi-Wan gets to be Anakin's friend without jumping through all the hoops. Anakin gets to learn all about Obi-Wan's secret dreams of marriage. And then Obi-Wan's heat rolls around, and Anakin offers to help, and-- Well, the rest is history!

"babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason" ALFKJSDLKFJSKJ THE WAY I CACKLED. She IS maham anga's character for a reason, but not this reason!!

The grade of suppressants Obi-Wan is taking are only meant to be used in the short term (a few years, with medically scheduled heats once or twice a year) in cases where it's not safe for an omega to be having heats. Otherwise, he should be taking regular-strength suppressants (with that same caveat of medically scheduled heats once or twice a year, along with a full detox every five or so years).

But uh. He's been taking them for twenty years. One medical heat a year, to mimic an alpha's biorhythm. No detoxes. It's a wonder his suppressants hadn't failed up until this point already. On top of all that is the new stimulation that he's getting from Anakin, which has his body trying to react like an omega (like Anakin's mate!!) and so it's also actively fighting through the suppressants rn. They're definitely failing, but they're failing slowly enough that he hasn't noticed. ((Also the idea that they'd fail is so inconceivable to him…. he's definitely not a doctor, lol))

I get you on the jealousy honestly I would HATE if someone did that irl but I'm such a fucking sucker for it in fiction. Anakin will cool down about it once he feels more secure, but I feel like it's necessary for his character to go through that development rather than being chill about Luminara from the get-go.

"poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass" LITERALLY 😭😭 I wrote a post a while back about how Obi-Wan didn't want to tell Anakin about his designation yet because he was too afraid of losing him. But now (he thinks) he's lost Anakin already!!

Luckily, Anakin will convince him that he wants to stay. So yes I'm putting Obi-Wan through the horrors, but. Ultimately it's so that he can heal and move on

And I'm so happy you like my writing style, I think it's really grown into itself (and grown on me, too) over the course of the fic! Good luck on your writing competition -- I'm sure you'll do well 💖💖

[breakoutime]

Rewarded

Hades x (Neutral)Reader

Warning, nsfw!

Tags: Cockwarming, size kink, exibitionism? praise kink? (ask to tag pls)

Summary: Reader has been working hard for the house of Hades, and the master of the house has noticed and wants to reward them.

Authors note: Ok, VERYFIRST TIME writing smut, hopefully its good, or at least passable, english isnt my first language soooo yeah keep that in mind... P-please gimme feedback >///<

Your job at the House of the dead was a strange one. You weren't quite sure how to name it, but for now everyone referred to you as “The assistant”, you never really stayed in the same place for long, always being the one everyone called for help when a task was too much to handle. You have been assigned to Dusa to help with the cleaning, you’ve been working hard with the other shades inside the archive, you’ve been even assigned to stand by Achilles' side when the master of the house had visitors and considered some extra security was necessary. Dusa would always tell you how happy everyone was with your presence in the house, how helpful you’ve been, and how amazingly adaptable you were, having skills that allowed you to act and serve in all these different areas. Your face was quite often on the board at the Lounge, and it was obvious Hades himself was quite pleased with your performance. It was often that you would be called into his desk, to either give a report on your current task or to be praised for your hard work, which always left you inspired and happy for your next task.

You had to admit, your hard working attitude came not only for your passion for your work, but also for the passion you felt towards your master. You couldn't be quite sure when it started, it definitely wasn't there when you first arrived at the house. Hade´s was a rough man, cold, strict, serius. You would always hear him berate the others when their performance was not enough, often punishing them if their results were lacking. It was somewhere between Orpheus' punishment for refusing to sing, and when Zagreus started to openly fight back against his father, that you were called, alone, to Hades’ desk. Of course, at that time, you were anxious, wondering if even with your efforts, the master was disappointed in you and called to have you berated and punished, just like Orpheus was not so long ago, but no. Hades had specially called you simply to praise you, to say how, when so many of his workers, when even his own son was unable to handle his duties, you alone were there to support, cover and pull the needed effort and time to have the house working properly. You weren't able to suppress the smile in your face, or the tingling in your stomach as you heard the so often strict and stern master, praise your hard work for the whole house to hear. Slowly but surely you became obsessed with it. With working hard just to hear Hades himself telling you of your good work and how pleased he was with you. Soon you realized that those words did more than just kindle the fire of your hard work, but also left you warm with another kind of fire, one that burned between your legs. Now, everytime Hades praised you, you had to- no, you needed to take a short break to indulge yourself in that heat, to touch yourself and satisfy this burning need that arouse from you each time that booming, rough voice reverberated through your being, just to tell you how good you’ve been to this house, to him.

Today, you were hoping for such a praise, since you’ve been assigned to work at the archives, getting a lot of paperwork ready for Hades’ reviewing. This was your favorite thing to do, since the Lord was always so busy with paperwork at his desk, always reading and writing and filing, he never had anybody else there to help him with that particular part of the process, sure, at the archives many shades worked to get said paperwork ready for him, but no matter how hard you worked or how many shades he had at his disposal, he was always glued to his work, concentrated and dedicated, but also tired and slightly bored of the repetitive tasks he has at hand. There wasn't much you could do other than work hard and please him with your work, which immediately sent another jolt of heat through you. Of course, your stack of documents was done, which meant you now needed to personally deliver them to his desk. Your smile was proud and your face was slightly flushed from the heat you felt, feeling a bit too eager today to hear what your master had to say. Silently you wondered if it was noticeable, if the master knew that your enthusiastic work and demeanor came from these kinds of feelings, or even if the other people in the house knew. For a moment you thought how would Zagreus react, if he knew you had the hots for his father, but you quickly had to shake that thought and compose yourself, as you passed Achilles and walked straight up to Hades’s desk. 

As always, he was seated there, in his throne, reading attentively one of the many documents he had in his desk. One small part of you felt bad, because the stack of documents was considerably going to grow with the one you were holding, but sadly that stack was going to work either way. Patiently you waited, the stack was heavy but his desk was way too tall for you, and you already knew that interrupting him was never a good idea. If only you could float like Hypnos or Thanatos, or if you were taller, but just like the prince, your stature meant that you’d need some help to get up the desk. Soon, you saw Hades pick up his plume, signing one of the documents, a sign that he was done with his current one, and immediately you made your wade to his side, ready to hand the paperwork for when he stretched his arms to receive them. With a pleased hum, he acknowledged you, taking the stack of papers and thanking you in the process.

“Quick and efficient as always. Glad that there is someone here who never disappoints me.” You had to stifle a laugh, the comment was not only a praise to you but also a small insult to Hypnos, who was floating and sleeping soundly in the hallway in front of you two. 

“Now,” he said, tidying the new stack of documents before fully turning to you. “The house has been working quite efficiently lately, so i'm afraid there are few dignified chores left for someone of your skill and dedication...” That wasn't exactly a bad thing, sometimes you were given time off to rest, but there was something different about the way he spoke, the way he was looking at you. Anxiety started to build in you, and as you opened your mouth to say something, he simply raised his hand, stopping you. “Except one thing.” He moved, lowering his hand to your level. “Come here.” You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, your knees trembling, and cold drops of sweat falling from your brow. Was he really telling you to climb his hand? Nervously, you took a seat on it, allowing your master to raise you and place you comfortably in his lap. This was new, very new and confusing, you’ve never seen anyone have the honor of sitting on Hade's lap, but there you were, comfortable laying in one of his powerful thighs, staring up at him. Your master, who everyone respected and feared, who always made your very being burn was giving you this sort of treatment, of affection? His voice is lower this time, huskier, “Today I have a different task for you… A different kind of service that I need” His hand was on your back now, rubbing it gently. “One which will be quite pleasurable for you and for me.” You had been staring at him this whole time, looking at his eyes, his expression, which was something you’ve never seen before, desire was evident in his face. Desire for you. “I have made a concoction, to allow you to handle such a task-” he continued, now his other hand lifting his robes, exposing himself for you. You could not believe it. Your master wanted this from you, just as much as you wanted it from him. His size was massive, proportional to a man of his build and stature, you couldn't help but reach out, running your hand over it, how were you supposed to  please him? Even with your both hands you wouldn't be able to stroke him firmly, much less fit him inside of you- But your thoughts were interrupted by something uncorking. He did say something about a concoction, but how-

A small vial was in his hands, the liquid of which looked like nothing you had ever seen. It shifted in color, going from red to orange to green, it must have been made from Hades’ power. “Do not fear. Spread yourself for me, and I'll take care of the rest...” You didn't have to be told twice.  Breathing heavy, you allowed your master to pour that strange liquid into your entrance, which seemed to burn you in the most pleasurable way, making you let out soft pleased sounds. “It was about time we took some sort of break, so few of us take our work seriously...” gently, he applied pressure with his finger into your entrance, which to your surprise stretched without problem to fit his finger, coating your insides with the strange liquid as it went in. “And you are one of the bests of course.” His words were like honey, fueling the need inside you. “That's why I know only you will be up to this task….” He removed his finger, having your insides well coated and warm for his member. “I want you to keep me company, to keep me warm... While im at my desk today.” Your legs were shaking, but you knew what you had to do, he really didn't have to tell you. Bracing yourself against his chest, slowly you pressed your entrance into his member, even with the concoction, it took some effort, the tip slipping a couple of times before being able to get in. The stretch should have been painful, but all you could feel was pleasure, the burn of the strange liquid must have changed you, allowing you to take such size and not feel an ounce of pain. “Hmmmmm, go on now, get comfortable- Ah~!” Your master moaned when you started moving, the tightness of your hole breaking a small part of his determination to keep this quiet. You yourself weren't being quite quiet either, whimpers, moans and whines coming out of you as you slowly adjusted your tight grip on Lord Hades’ cock as you sank down, coming to a rest against him, now his member fully sheathed inside of you. Your Lord seemed to be taking a moment to compose himself while you simply slumped against him, your thighs twitching as your insides squeezed exquisitely around your master. In the back of your mind, you wondered if this was some sort of dream, one witch you’d never want to wake up from, but as Hades moved a document from the stack to be reviewed, one of his hands went for you, lifting you barely from his cock and pushing you down again, making him growl in satisfaction and you cry out in pleasure. “Absolutely perfect. Even now your performance is impeccable.” You couldn't really answer much to that, being a bit overwhelmed by this whole situation. “I was hoping to work while you kept me pleased, but you’ve demonstrated to be far more… stimulating than I thought.” He shifted you again, making you see stars and your insides to tremble. “But It hardly matters, this just means my paper work can wait....” He looked hungry at you, even more so, now holding you with both hands with the clear intention of focusing on you. “Now I’ll have to work on giving us both a reward for working so hard.”

With that, he started really moving you, pounding at you slowly and gently at first, but quickly picking up pace and intensity. Your screams of pleasure practically echoed in the house, you were unable to repress them, far too gone in the pleasure to care. “That's it, L-let everyone know your price- your pleasure!” He boomed on top of you, now lifting you up to lay on the desk as he stood and pounded away at you. “Let this be an example for everyone- Only the best can get this from me” Hades growls and loudly proclaims on top of you now, his movements so fanatic you can't understand how you havent came ten times by now, but the ecstasy you felt right now was more than worth it. You couldn't help but look around, now laying in said desk you had vision of Hypnos, who clearly had woken up and was openly staring with both of his hands over his mouth, a deep flush evident in his face, and achilles, who clearly was looking away, red and ashamed of being in proximity of such an act, and of course, many shades where looking, some even cheering at the expectable, even with the little features they had, you could see a pang of envy on them, which only fueled your pleasure. With a mighty grunt, he slammed deep inside of you, filling your insides with his seed, which was all you needed to break and finally cum yourself, blacking out for a second, over the overwhelming wave of pleasure he had just given you, that delicious burn his liquid gave you coming back with vengeance, making you ride your orgasm with that pleasure too, leaving you utterly spent and satisfied. Maybe it was that same liquid which made your orgasm wait, so that you could reach it with master Hades. 

Now, with both of you panting, he gently pulls out of you, covering himself again and using a clan rag on one of his drawers to help you clean up. The adoration in your face must have been evident, since the look he gave you was both gentle and smug. “I’ll leave you to rest in my quarters, but once I'm finished with this paperwork, I'll join you one more there, I won't be long.” With that, he picked you up and carried you to his room, just in time for zagreus to rise from the river, shooting you a questioning look as he saw his father carry you away. You were far too tired to care, really, the only thing that mattered now was the fact that Lord Hades himself was laying you on his bed, where he would surely instruct you to pleasure him, now in private. Curling up. you knew you needed some rest if you wanted, like always, to give your very best for the task.

[taylorsage22]

Right Now. (Killer Frost × Fem!Reader

Request-Hi, can you write Killer Frost x fem!reader smut, where she use her powers? Thank you, have a nice day💕

Warning-Smuttt. A/N-This probably isnt exactly what you wanted and im sorry.

“Jesus Y/n, you weren’t lying when you said you were tight!"

“Shut up Frosty!”

Y/n can barely get her words out while her mind is so focused on Killer Frost between her legs. Her long fingers have been prodding at her slit for quite some time. All it took was her cool breath to get Y/n’s pussy to gush for her.

While Y/n was covering of her face with her hands, Frost was loving every second of this. If her hands weren’t so preoccupied, she’d move the hands obscuring Y/n’s face so she could see the flushed out look on her face. She’d call it embarrassing, but Frost would call it beautiful. The little whimpers Y/n lets out just do it for her. Frost feels lightheaded from the arousal that snowballed in her head and rolled down straight to her pussy. This simple act of heavy petting was turning her on more than anything she’s had in years. Of course the chilling breaths and touches were definitely Killer frost powers. Her cold fingers adding to the pleasure y/n was feeling.

It took a lot to get Y/n right here in this position. She’s became timid once she got to know Killer Frost; not because she’s scared of her, but because she admires her. Frost’s the antithesis of her and that’s what drew her so close to her and vice versa until they got tangled in each other’s web.

The conversation about Y/n’s sex life came up a few times, but she always changed the subject or quickly brushed her off. Frost panicked a little bit at the thought of Y/n being a virgin,because she was afraid of going to rough on her anyway, but when she finally admitted to her that she has indeed had sex before she felt relief wash over her. Then she felt a little envy; Killer frost can’t help that she can get possessive. However, the big shock came to her when Y/n also said that she has never came before. In all honestly, she shouldn’t be THAT shocked since Y/n can be a little modest and shy. What was the most shocking part for Frost was that no one has ever attempted to make Y/n cum. When they made out in Caitlyn’s car after their third date together it took everything in her not to take her in the backseat her car and just eat Y/n out until she got frost bite.

Killer Frost’s pulling from that same place of strength now because she really, really, really wants to bury her face in Y/n’s pussy and make her cum until tears are in her eyes. But, surprise surprise, she’s never had anyone go down on her either.

“Mmm…” Y/n’s tiny moan pulls Frost out of her thoughts and she pushes away her fantasy for now knowing that one day she’s going to be able to devour Y/n’s tight cunt like she wants to.

“You like that baby? You’re dripping for me now. I think I can slip a finger in now,” Killer Frost pauses and pushes her index finger deep inside of Y/n. She gasps loudly feeling the intrusion of a cold finger against her walls.

“Well would you look at that? Your pussy is so inviting and wet for me,” hse teases. Her pussy was indeed warm around her finger. “Let me slide in another,” she says mostly to himself. With ease, her middle finger slides right inside of Y/n. She feels filled simply from Frost’s two fingers. Y/n feels something deep in the pit of her stomach that feels like butterflies bumping around inside of her.

“How’s that feel baby?”

“So good.” y/n moans out.

“I can tell by how much you’re soaking my fingers.”

Y/n can’t believe how wet she is. She’s dripping down Killer frosts finger and down the curve of her ass. She’s going to be embarrassed later by the wet spot on the bed, but right now all Y/n cares about is the fingers inside of her.

Killer Frost lets Y/n stretch around her fingers before she starts to move them, quickening her pace as each moan that falls from Y/n’s mouth encourages her. She arches her back off of the bed. The swelling in her stomach is sending vibrations throughout her whole entire body. Y/n feels the muscles all the way from her calves to her inner thighs tightening and releasing in contraction.

“Oh my god Mm…oh my god it feels so good!”

“Yea baby? Love my fingers in you?”

“Yes!”

She rakes her fingers through Frost’s light hair. The tugs cause her to groan in arousal.

Killer Frost can’t help but bend down and get a taste of Y/n’s sweet pussy. All it takes is one lick to her clit and Frost is satisfied and Y/n is in heaven She didn’t expect Y/n’s body to react in the way it did when she did that, but her hips jut up into the air, her pussy clenches around her fingers, and her hands tug at her hair even harder.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

“That’s it baby. Cum for me right now. God I love you so much, I love this pussy,” Frost spews her thoughts of lust in between her long licks to Y/n’s clit.

Y/n lets out a strangled cry as her first orgasm explodes insides of her and shimmers into dust that covers her entire body. She shivers as if she’s out in the freezing cold, which she probably is alittle cold.

“mmm…Frost…”

Her voice is so faint that it barely reaches Killer frost’s ears. She watches the pleasure overcome Y/n with a sense of awe.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Y/n cums hard around her fingers for what feels like forever until she can’t take it any longer and her body becomes overwhelmingly tired. She can feel herself sinking into the bed as her body becomes heavy again.

Killer Frost peppers kisses on Y/n’s inner thigh, occasionally licking the sensitive skin which makes Y/n flinch from sensitivity. Frost has a smug look all over her face as she continues to lick Y/n’s inner thighs and her folds despite her weak attempts to push frost away. She avoids Y/n’s clit, not wanting her to get too overstimulated.

Y/n grabs the collar of Frost’s shirt and tugs on it.

“ Babe please just hold me.”

She can’t say no to Y/n, especially not when her voice is as soft and delicate as it is in the moment. She spares Y/n any teasing and get up from between her legs. Her arms instantly open, waiting to feel Frost against her bare skin. Frost pulls Y/n into her body and she’s engulfed by her warmth.

Silence falls between the two as Frost lets Y/n catch her breath and come back to her cognizant brain.

“You said you love me. Did you mean it?”

Killer Frost’s body goes flush and her face starts to turn red despite her natural cold body-temperature . She didn’t realize that she said that; she must’ve said that in a fit of passion, but she really did mean it.

“Y/n, I’m sorr-”

“Frosty it’s okay,” she reassures her with a giggle. “I love you too. I love how kind you are to me and everyone around you. You’re so good to me and you’re patient with me. You’re so perfect. You also know how to make me feel good,” she continues after taking a pause that sort of scares Killer Frost.

Frost smiles, even though Y/n can’t see it, she’s smiling wide right at her. She’s smiling more-so out of being happy that Y/n is happy. Frost doesn’t need to say anything more or anything less.

[codyfernmorelikedaddyfern]

Let The Right One In - Werewolf!Duncan x Werewolf!Reader

So. Here it is. I-

This is somewhat inspired by @dyns33​‘s Pack Of Problems except that here, Reader is an Alpha under suppressant.

Description: When Duncan Shepherd finally meets (Y/N), the fastest raising self made business woman, he does not realise he isnt the only Alpha playing the bedding game.

Warnings: Werewolf fic, so animalistic behaviour is somewhat expected. Mention of breeding and knotting. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Power play and power shift. sub!duncan, dom!reader

Word Count: 2509

When he stepped into the large hall that held the (Y/L/N) conference, he couldn’t help but being carried by the sickly sweet flavours invading his nostrils. The most erotic and arousing smell he had smelt yet and the wolf in his mind growled. “Mate here”. But he tried dismissing it, pushing the thoughts of what might become if he attempted to chase after it. The scent she carried proudly around was something Duncan had never experienced before.

Not quite like an Omega nor a Beta.

If her suppressant had been further delayed, he would have definitely been able to distinguish the dominant nature of the lithe woman slinking her way across the hall. He silently thanked whichever higher power to have not been in his rut because the gentle lace draped across her body would have been littering the floor and he’d be pounding his way between her thighs, guests or not.

And with each steps he took towards (Y/N) that feeling in the pit on his stomach intensified, as if to confirm the nature of his craving for the young woman. As if she could feel his presence looming over her, she fled his company for hours, beaming at the praises received by her peers. A few pretenders were already nearly hanging at her neck, Betas and Omegas silently mewling for the beautiful woman to claim them.

But she enjoyed fleeing from Duncan too much to cut the chase and their little game only made him grow more impatient to sink his teeth in the crook of the little lamb’s neck. But she had been the big bad wolf all along.

(Y/N) has never displayed her status in the past and she intended to keep her Alpha at bay. But the way she carried herself, handled her multibillion business with an iron grip or even the rumours of the way she would fuck the partners she would have for a night should have been enough for Duncan’s alarm bells to ring. But his instinct did not care so neither would he.

Slowly running out of hands to shake and advances to refuse, Duncan slunk his way towards her stance. Now she could smell it. The musk. The hormones. The dominance. The Alpha. And her blood ran cold. Or hot, she wasn’t fully sure.

She turned around to face him, brushing off the irony of the situation like she would a couple of crumbs on her dress. The blue velvet of her long gown clung to her hips and pushed her curves out just the right way for him to crave the sweet decadence her body could offer.

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure to meet you yet” Duncan rested his shoulder on the column standing next to him. “Duncan, Duncan Shepherd” his hand shot up to grab hers with a delicate touch. “No need to introduce yourself however, Mrs. (Y/L/N), what a lovely event you gave me the pleasure to attend.” His smirk grew wider as he felt the tension shift, his lips carefully pressing against the back of his host’s hand.

But now that he leaned on the column, slushing the bourbon in his glass as they took part in small talk, the only thing he wanted was to take her back to his room and let the beast loose to consume her through the night and further through the morning is she could even handle him.

If it wasn’t for the pain the heels she slipped her feet into was causing her, she would have refused his invitation to retire to somewhere quieter. The alcohol coursed through her veins as she stepped into the elevator. Once heavy metal doors closed behind the tall frame of the Alpha, she also felt something else slip when Duncan’s body towered above hers.

Spinning on her heels to face the brunette, it’s his primal instinct that pushed Duncan to press his body against hers, a growl trembling up his neck. But it was another feeling that sparked through (Y/N).

The feeling bloomed in her stomach only to shoot straight up to her throat. It was like she could feel him stretching his way down her mouth and all she could do was swallow a handful of times. When she did not snarl or whimper back at his vocalisation, Duncan felt his hackles rises.

She did not show her throat either and the challenge she was offering brought the male to brush his fingers against the heavy velvet of her gown, traveling from her thigh to her navel the up between the valley of her breasts to wrap around the column of her throat.

There was something about the way his pheromone made her nostrils flare up and her core warm up. If she had ever thought about ending up claiming an Alpha, she would have found herself practically dying with laughter. Nothing about them attracted her. She needed a challenge. She need the power. She needed dominion over someone. She didn’t need Duncan Shepherd.

The small whimpers of her wolf did not ask for her opinion as the small quietened voices gently whispered “Mate. He is Mate” in the back of her mind when the first huff of his scent hit her nose for the first time.

The doors of the elevator opened and with a swift brushing of his wrist, (Y/N) was out of his grip and trotting out into the hall, quietly waiting for the male to lead her to the prestigious hotel room he was hoping to wreck her into.

His shirt was discarded and tossed at the first occasion he had, musk and pheromones seeping out of his pores. With a growl of her own, her face was pressed against his neck, breathing him in deeply as her arousal pooled between her thighs. She could smell his too, smearing in the confines of his boxers as he only grew painfully harder.

Her gentle features turned feral as she dragged her nose across his chest like a puppy sniffing their way to their favourite toy or master. Animalistic whimpers and groans filled the room as she clawed and palmed at him, the constriction in her throat building tighter. (Y/N) wanted to surrender to him as much as she wanted to bend him into submission.

Duncan’s fingers latched and gripped at every inch of her body within his reach, feeling her frame tremble against his as she took in his smell and status of Alpha. Desperately clawing at her skin for more, he blindly guided them to fall back on the back. Instincts took over her body as she climbed on top of Duncan, watching up tilt his head back at the feeling of her hands brushing and caressing his sculpted chest.

“Enjoying the smell of your Alpha, little one?” he groaned, opening up his neck, unaware of the position he found himself in. Her response to his teasing was a soft chuckle and nip of his neck, causing his blood to run cold. Quickly however, hot sparks of arousal blinked through his body when he finally felt her body grinding up against him.

(Y/N) felt her throat tighten once more and her wolf had enough of waiting. That was where she needed him so that was where she will have him. Fumbling to whip off his belt, it took her less time to dispatch his trousers, eyeing his length hungrily as she nipped at his ankle. “My alpha, uh?” she bit his calf slightly harder, getting the male to groan at the feeling.

“Indeed, little lamb. Now climb back here and let me smell you too.” His voice rasped as she watched the outline of his cock throbbing painfully in his boxers. “Oh, Duncan, the night is young. You’ll have the chance to smell me. And maybe claim me” her lips suckled one of the prettiest bruises on his inner thigh. The salty taste of his skin was more than enough for her to want more.

So she took more when she pulled down the waistband of his boxers to tear it off of his legs, his meaty shaft springing free to slap against his stomach. Heavy and throbbing, her panting breath ghosted against him, causing Duncan to twitch. “I’m never been with a bitch quite like yo-“ his words where interrupted by a breathy moan at the moment (Y/N)’s tongue pressed the warmest lick from the base to the tip of his cock.

And it was another one of his low growl that filled the room when her lips wrapped around him, allowing to stretch a path down her throat. The euphoria of the feeling helped times bleed out and blur as (Y/N) languidly bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each strokes of her mouth.

Rutting his hips, Duncan’s fingers reached up to fist on the female’s hair. A guttural growl escaped his chest, thrusting up to crudely fuck her throat, the male found himself lost in his own lust.

Drool slicking down his cock and balls should have been enough of a sight for him to release deep down his mate’s throat but luckily for him, his head tipped back and his eyes screwed shut. (Y/N)’s cheeks hollowing against his twitching shaft as he bucked his hips up to meet her face only tortured the Alpha male some more.

“Such a good little bitch. Letting your Alpha fuck your throat like that”. Just like a handful of daggers, the dominant Female’s nails raked the stubbly white thighs of her lovers under him, the irony of his words causing half of a giggle to rumble in her throat. The sudden fluttering of her mouth suddenly induced Duncan’s climax, his seed shooting fast and thick past his lover’s lips, a stutter shaking his body heavily. For but a second, everything seemed to fit into place for both alphas.

That’s when Duncan felt it. The need to bite her. Claim her. Get his bitch to fully surrender to him so he could pump her full of his pups as soon as she reached her heat.

Perhaps it was simply the sickening smell she bore between her thighs as her arousal pooled past her folds. Or perhaps it was the way she had dared to refuse him the privilege of taking in her scent. Or perhaps even the obvious instinctive bond that linked them, destined to be mates.

Carefully, she slipped his length out of her mouth, already hardening at the simple feeling of her tongue. But now he could smell it too. The musk. The hormones. The bubbling need she felt too. To claim him.

An Alpha.

The pieced all seemed to fit together and if the throbbing of his cock didn’t remind him how much he craved this woman, he would probably show his throat, his tail between his legs anyways. And when she stood, the heavy blue velvet of her gown pooling to the ground, her scent hit him even harder. And so was he.

Then the pair of panties she wore climbed down from her legs. Then her bra was tossed to the other side of the room. And then her overwhelmingly dominant presence was looming over him. Ready to pounce on her pray, she bit her way up his body, from his calf to his collarbones.

Now he could lean up, his nose buried in the mussed nest of her (Y/H/C) hair similarly to the way she did once his shirt flew off of his chest. If he hadn’t known any better but to please his lovers, he would have probably felt himself come once again on his stomach.

Such an intoxicating smell. Such a beautiful balance between sweet and sour that it became exhilarating. And his instincts kicked in with a growl, hackles up and shoulders rolling forward. But it was already too late for him to assert dominance once he felt the arousal sticking that had been sticking to her thighs being smeared above his navel when she sat down to straddle him.

In his next breath, her fingers were tangled in his hair, opening up his thick throat for her to bite onto. A yelp turned into a moan while Duncan let his Alpha nibble his neck, marking his flesh with purples and blues. There was no going back now.

Working her way to the other side of him, she claimed the column of his throat before her fingers lined him up with her wet folds before letting his throbbing cock split her open.

What a delicious stretch he was. A whimper skipped past Duncan’s lips as he felt himself bottom out between her tight fold and (Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle at the state of the Alpha beneath her.

His arms looped around her waist to pull her against him, his nose lost between the valleys of her breasts, smelling her once more as if he had forgotten her scent already. That was the last thing he wanted. For that bond to disappear.

It wouldn’t. Never has it happened but in that instant, the survival of their mating was all that mattered. When (Y/N)’s hand stretched around his bruised up throat and she started fucking herself on his cock, all he could do was allow those pretty little whimpers to leave his lips.

“Look who’s the bitch for his Alpha now” she teased, the sound of her skin now covering his strangled moans. A nod was all he gave her, her fingers leaving his throat to pin down his shoulders. Her hips quickly snapping above Duncan, (Y/N)’s moans joined his vocalisation and his fingers sheepishly caressed her waist.

Coil twisting deep in the stomach, the Alpha’s nails rakes down Duncan’s chest with angry red trails and in a surprising display of submission, the male sat up, nuzzling, kissing and licking the female’s chin. She raised her face to gaze ahead, exposing more of her jaw for him.

“Please” his strained voice whimpered while. “I’m so close” he continued, feeling himself swelling between her thighs.

With a shared moan, her coil snapped, her walls tightly clamping against her mate’s cock whilst he bucked his hips, desperately pushing himself over the edge, swelling so much that stimulation soon became painful before spilling thick ropes of his seed deep between her thighs.

Panting and whimpering, their bodies collapsed on the bed, his hands carefully cradling his Alpha’s waist. Their eyes met for a second and is nose went back to muzzling her neck and jaw before peppering it with kisses promptly returned by the female.

Tension slowly seeped out before Duncan could speak again. “Next time, I’m the one claiming that pretty neck of yours.” He teasingly nipped at her neck, a gentle giggle shook (Y/N). “Well, maybe next time I’ll let you fill me up with your pups…” she ran her finger along the bridge of his nose before softly kissing the tip of it. “Or maybe I’ll be the one properly fucking you” she finally whispered, causing Duncan to swallow back the thick knot quickly forming in his throat.

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HEADCANONS. The Anerufu ( Dark Elves ) 

   I’ve have Daichi for several years now and haven’t made a proper post about the kind of creature he is nor about his people. I’ve been writing down important headcanons and their history and decided to share it ( despite Daichi’s dislike of sharing information over his people ). It will show what hes capable of doing, what his people were like/capable of, and as well as just my own lore to the people that once roamed. This is not everything about his people, what he is and there are things I obviously left out, this is basically a short version of everything I remember/written down. If theres any question though or you want to know about a certain thing/topic just send a ask in !! 

CREATION. Two Paired Goddess created the Anerufu. To say they were created with a mission was far from correct as these creatures were created out of boredom from the pair. Wishing to have creatures of their own to cause destruction and to rule -- they began their creation over these new creatures. Though the Goddess knew of Dark Elves, they wanted to make their own more powerful among all of them. Infusing their own blood, powers, life, into these creatures. As well as connecting them to their environment and the feeling of chaos, so they were never without energy. They were creatures connected to the Goddess, environment, and chaos. It took a total of 2 days in the creation of the Anerufu. Plus, to keep themselves occupied they took as long as they needed. The Goddesses decided to create clans of these peoples, all governed by one royal clan. 

SPLIT / FIRST CIVIL WAR. It was 3000 years after the first creation of the Anerufu before the broke into a civil war. Wanting to dominant the entire world and many wanted to  enslave those who were not Anerufu. When the royal clan at the time did not agree to that -- an uprising took place. With the slaughter of many of the Anerufu, the Goddesses attempted to make peace between the two -- however found that they were at odds with themselves. The two Goddesses argued against the action that their creatures should take: one agreeing with the royal family, the other agreeing with the uprising. Due to that, there was a fight among the Goddesses as well. The victor ? Tianliú, the Goddess who sided with the royals. Due to her winning she was able to strip the abilities of those who rebelled -- though they were powerful still, they wouldn’t be able to use the environment to replenish their powers. Also breaking ties with her partner Goddess who fought against her -- their bond broken from the betrayal. Tianliú began creating new Anerufu for the people, taking her time with these despite them being similar to the old ones. Those were rebelled ? They were exiled away and taking under by the other Goddess. Though she couldn’t restore much of their power, they continued to feed off of chaos and destruction. These people were renamed Shenerufu. 

SECOND CIVIL WAR/EXTINCTION. The second civil war, ~ 165,000 years after the first, was on the anniversary of the first year war. There were constantly battles against each side, never one ever overpowering the other. There was no sight of the sneak attack that happened that day, nor was anyone among the Anerufu anticipating it. The warriors who were watching the troops gave no signals to oncoming warriors of the Shenerufu. It was a complete ambush and destructions to both sides. Anerufu near the Shenerufu territory also resorting into fighting. Everyone was sent into battle. Warriors, Generals, Royals, Civilians -- everyone was aware they had to fight to conquer. There was a battle between the two Goddesses and when one was slayed they all soon feel. Tianliú was killed first among them, the second seemingly followed. With the fall of their goddess began a domino affect on their people. The only living Anerufu are Daichi and Noboru. No Shenerufu survivors were ever found. 

THE GODDESS. Tianliú is possibly the most interactive with her people among deities. Having her own sanctuary, many Anerufu are welcomed to come into and have a chat with her if they wish and she is accepting visits. Though the Goddess is much larger than them, if she wishes to roam the kingdom, she will do so in a smaller size ( though still much taller than any other Anerufu ). She is loving of all her children, though definitely know to have some favorites. Everyone refers her as the Goddess or Mother, only the special favorites refer to her with her first name.

APPEARANCE. The Anerufu were created in the image of the Goddess. They stand tall with the average height being 10 feet ( Daichi is actually taller ).  With fanged teeth ( lateral incisors, canines on both top and bottom jaw. ) that could easily mistaken them for being vampires. They have pointed ears, however aren’t ridiculously large as most depictions have them. They have average size ears just coming to a longer point. Their hands have longer claws instead nails, sharp and strong enough to pierce through someone’s skull. Long hair is highly common among them, however coloration varies ( usually with paired with eye color ). Eye color also has different variations ( some having pink, gold, purple, etc ). Due to the fact that they have gold blood -- they are often dressed highly in gold and see gold as very valuable. They were many accessories for their claws and fangs. The only real distinction between them are some having wings and others do not. Wings are not developed until the Anerufu has encountered their mated pair and had sex. The wing size are often based on status ( though everyone would have rather large wings, the royal family winged would have much larger wings that touch the ground ). The color of their wings depends on the Anerufu hair color as well as their eye color. Their eye color will determine the color of the markings that they would have on their wings.

MATING BONDS. Tianliú had made the Anerufu with their own destined mate and mate for life. However, these mates are not considered to be soulmates in any regard. As soulmates are destined by fate alone, not by the gift of a Goddess. Though for some it is the same as it is for soulmates, it is not the same in any regard. As soulmates are those that complement each other and who’s heart and souls are the same --- here it is based on chance more than anything else. There is no guarantee that the destined pair would be someone that you love. The Anerufu believe gaining a mate is the next step of growth. There are mating festivals and social parties held specifically for introducing/finding eligible mates to one another. After finding their mate, they go through steps into fully complete the mating process. 

At first they will constantly feel the tug and need to be with their mate ( known as the mating call ). If this call is ignored, then the pain of being from their mate will only continue on and become worse until they are touched by their mate. With this mating call also comes with the trait of being able to feel everything your mate is feeling as well as telepathically speak to each other. One can feel their mate’s anger, happiness, arousal -- even some being able to send images to one another. To end the mating call, the next step is to have sex and climax with your partner and become united -- accepting each other and ending the tug feeling as well as the knowing of your partner’s emotions ( This rises question for Anerufu who identify as Asexual, which isnt commonly discussed among the people, go figure. However those who identify and wish to not partake with the last part may speak with the Goddess and be united in whatever way they choose ) However telepathically speaking and image sending is still there. After this is accomplished, the submissive pair will begin the process of growing wings about a week after mating. Once the submissive have their wings, they are able to start reproducing. The markings on their wings changing to a lighter shade once they are pregnant. There is also no disrespect nor sign of inequality between those who are dominant and those who are submissive. There are also festivals honoring winged Anerufu. 

OTHER BONDS. There are other bonds among the Anerufu that can occur. Such as a bond between close friends, a ruler and their right hand soldier. These bonds are completely solid things and completely unbreakable. They are similar to mated bonds, with the exception of having the mating call and the rest. These bonds are very cherished as they are also able to be telepathic to one another, as well as feel what the other is feeling ( which isnt part of the Mate Bond ). 

MAGIC. The Anerufu are pure magic, with no single magical core but almost branches. Able to draw magic from everything around them -- the earth, from those who have magic within them, from chaos. They are creatures who can call upon the elements, who can retract abilities from others and grow their own magic. There are also abilities that are not shared with every Anerufu. Warriors are given different abilities as Healers have ( ie. Healers gain the ability to see auras that help with their own work, Warriors/Guards are able to communicate without sound or telepathically with each other .. given their own language ). They are seen as very powerful creatures -- however with power comes the Sacred Law they have. This Sacred Law declaring that no Anerufu would use their magic against any person when in any type of battle. They also arent the most powerful and of course can die ( easiest way to kill a Anerufu is the neck and head ). Also know that Daichi is the most powerful among the Anerufu simply because he studied and mimicked the powers of other elves and creatures.