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The Alpha’s Mate

Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural

Warnings: smut, violence, death, werewolf mating, knotting

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The club was bumping the latest dancing big hit.  Bodies were packing the floor.  Sweat and pheromones were thick in the air, and Aiden scrunched his nose.  His sense of smell was heightened, being a werewolf and all.  The women were desperate, and the men were horny, and the stench was almost overpowering.

Being in heat, Aiden knew he should have waited, and just stayed in his house.  There was real danger to people, particularly females around him, when they released pheromones to, while sexually interested in the males around them.  As much as he wanted to pin every single girl in this club to the wall, and pump them full of his semen, he didn’t want to.

Then a new scent cut through the malodorous air.  The new scent was sweet, flowery, like new, fresh rosebuds.  The effect was instantaneous.  His heart beat faster, pounding in his chest really.  His breathing came in slightly faster, making him dizzy.

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Hey I was wondering if you take requests is so can you do a Wednesday x Enid x Xavier smut and Enid Is submissive and has been needy and bratty all day so Xavier and Wednesday tame her and they tease her by kissing touching each other infrint of Enid and make her watch ik that's really detailed sorry but if your not taking requests that's fine totally disregard this ask thanks and love you work btw💙

Thank you so much for the request, I hope this is okay. Also sorry it took me a bit I have been busy with work.

Warnings: Humiliation, pet names, use of the words pup/puppy, mentions of spanking, finger sucking (brief), made to watch, p in v, dom/sub dynamics, riding

Word count: 1,444

Enid pouted from her spot on the floor, picking the hem of her skirt as she slumped down. She was kneeling at the feet of her lovers, Xavier and Wednesday, sitting between them both like a simple puppy. They were eating dinner right above her, opting to hand feed her bites of theirs instead of giving her a plate.

The blonde was in trouble, which she hated with a passion but somehow she always found herself in the position. Maybe that was because both of them had a sadistic side. This time though, Enid really had been asking for it. She woke up clingy and needy as ever, starting off her morning with trying to get herself off on Xavier’s thigh. It had been instinct really, the full moon was nearing and her hormones and emotions were through the roof. That was strike one. She was well aware of the rule of asking permission, something Xavier had put in place for both girls as soon as he noticed they had trouble asking for what they wanted.

Her next strikes had come throughout the day. She was grumpy from not getting what she wanted that morning and it carried through her attitude for the rest of the day like a spoiled child. Wednesday hated nothing more than whining and backtalk but Enid would swear to the judge that she was entitled to be pissed off. She was horny and had been denied the sweet release of grinding herself down on her boyfriend’s thigh. Honestly she was the victim in all of this. 

Wednesday snapped her fingers, drawing Enid’s attention back to the present, “Fix your posture, Pup.”

Enid quickly straightened her position, sitting up higher on her knees. She parted her lips when Wednesday offered her a spoonful of mashed potatoes. The couple above her always used this tactic, slipping her into a pet-like headspace to remind her of her place. She was just grateful for the attention. 

“I’m sorry for misbehaving,” she spoke around the food in her mouth, taking a moment to savor it and swallow before she continued, “I just wanted attention.”

Xavier brushed some of her hair from her face, being the softer of the two doms but possibly even more strict than Wednesday. He held her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him. Her mouth went dry with how dark his eyes were, a warmth spreading between her legs.

“You’re a spoiled brat but that’s okay. You’re just our dumb little puppy…constantly thinking with your pussy instead of that cute little head of yours. That’s our fault, we’ve been slacking on taming you.”

Enid’s mouth gaped at the cruelness of his words, the degradation going straight to her core. 

“It’s easily fixable. Domesticating animals is a common task, disciplining them is that much easier. Enid, I want you to show Xavier how sorry you are for your behavior.”

Wednesday stood up before kneeling beside the girl. She started to undo the male’s jeans, pulling out his semi-erection. Xavier sighed contently at the feeling of the cool air touching his dick, feeling smug at the way he could visibly see Enid’s mouth watering at the sight of him. Wednesday gave her boyfriend a few calculated strokes with her hand, enjoying the way he was already squirming from the slightest touch from her. She looked over at Enid who was trying her hardest to act patient but Wednesday knew if she had a tail it would be wagging. 

“Open.” Wednesday demanded, taking her free hand and pushing Enid’s face towards their boyfriend’s cock. 

With eagerness, Enid let her glossy lips part, her mouth dropping open and her tongue rolling out. She was anything but shy about this act, accepting his length into her mouth happily. Wednesday tangled her hand in the girl’s hair, guiding her up and down, watching with unblinking eyes how Enid was suctioned to his dick obediently. 

Xavier threw his head back, moaning at the sensation of Enid’s hot mouth around him, her drool pooling at the corners of her mouth knowing he prefered when she was sloppy. Wednesday hated being covered in her own saliva so she often liked when Enid did the blowjobs. It always worked in the blonde’s favor though because she loved giving head and being completely at the mercy of her lovers. 

“That’s a good girl, so much prettier when you are using your mouth for something other than giving us attitude.”

Enid only hummed around him, her knees were blushing as they dug into the floor beneath her but she didn’t care. The only thing on her mind was pleasing the man before her. She thought he looked so enchanting like this, his eyes drooping and his legs spread wide, leaned back against the kitchen chair. For a moment, she was so blissed out that she almost forgot this was a punishment. Xavier leaned forward and took over holding her head, he tilted her head back, slipping his cock further down her throat. He groaned deeply at the feeling of her throat contracting around him as she tried helplessly to control her gag reflex. He held her there, her button nose against his pubic bone, sputtering and blinking stray tears from her eyes.

He let her go, watching her drop to the floor, coughing as she caught her breath. She was bright red in the face and her throat stung but her pussy was aching. Wednesday moved her out of the way, coming in between her and Xavier. Enid didn’t even know when her girlfriend had stripped but there she was in all her pale glory. She raked her eyes over Wednesday’s body, following her curves and the swell of her breasts. She had two tiny flashes of silver pierced through her nipples, and Enid longed for her every time she saw the bars. 

“You’re going to sit there and watch us now, Pup. That’s your punishment for being a brat. Understand?”

Enid held back a pout and nodded her head, “Yes sir.”

With that, Wednesday straddled Xavier’s lap, sinking down on his length with a soft sigh. Enid watched with jealousy as his cock slid deep inside of Wednesday’s freshly trimmed cunt. Usually the blonde was right there in the center of their fun, but being forced to just watch was definitely a punishment. She hated not being able to have their hands on her, and being as horny as she was already, this little show was not helping. Her eyes stared ahead as Xavier held onto Wednesday’s hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock. The sound of her wet pussy was filling Enid’s ears, making her hips rock against nothing. She knew better than to touch herself without permission. Last time she did so, Xavier had made her lay flat on her back with her legs in the air as he spanked her bottom with one of her hair brushes. 

“Ohh fuck! You feel so good, lamb.” Xavier spoke roughly against Wednesday’s ear. 

The raven-haired woman didn’t respond, only whimpered pathetically as the man started to snap his hips up harshly into her. The sound of their skin clapping together echoed off the walls. They looked so beautiful, fucking roughly in the middle of the dinning room. Enid wanted nothing more than to be fucked but there was somthing erotic about bbeing forced to watch them. 

Enid could almost feel Wednesday’s orgasm as it rippled through her. She spasmed in Xavier’s lap, he hadn’t been far behind, pulling out and letting his cum fly. Some of it hit Enid on the cheek with how close she was to the show, and Xavier couldn’t help but to chuckle. Once Wednesday had gotten off of his lap, he beckoned Enid over with his finger. She scrambled over on her sore knees, placing herself directly between his knees. She pressed her face against his softening cock, almost purring when Wednesday scratched her scalp as a form of praise. Xavier wiped his cum from her face with his thumb before slipping it into Enid’s mouth. He rubbed her back as she sucked on his finger gratefully. 

“Why don’t you go run a bath for us all, pup. Then we’ll all wash up and we’ll take care of you. How’s that sound?”

Enid instantly became bouncy at her boyfriend’s words.

“You want me to fuck you too, my love?” Wednesday pressed a kiss to her head. 

“God yes. A hundred times yes.” She nearly tripped over her own feet as she tried to rush to go get the bathwater started. The other two just shook their heads at her excitement. 

The Alpha’s Mate 2

Genre: Fluff, smut, supernatural

Warnings: smut, werewolf mating, knotting, breeding, impregnation

 The sunlight flitted through the curtains in Aiden’s room.  You were starting to come to, after an exhausting night with that alpha male.  Your consciousness was just coming back to you, even if your eyes were still closed. You didn’t want to wake up yet.

Aiden’s lips touched your exposed shoulder, and you groaned.  You didn’t want to wake up, but apparently Aiden had a different opinion.  His lips moved down your arm, and then back up your neck.  You felt his fangs nibble on your neck, right where he’d marked you two days before.  

“You smell so fucking delicious,” he growled, as his arms around your waist. “I just want to bury myself deep inside of you.”

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A Double Take

A/N: For everyone waiting for Dark!Shangqi and Y/N Stark to meet. It’s here.

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. ​

TAG LIST: I do not.

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader/ Dark!Shang-Chi x Reader

Warnings: Flirting, talk about sex, fighting, violence

Summary: You decide to take a break, but trouble just always seems to find Y/N Stark with a special visit through the Multiverse.

WC: 2,756

You needed a break. Between learning that the Multiverse really existed, to Tony and Natasha coming back into your life, you were done. Well, maybe done wasn’t the right way to classify it.  But this was stressful, as was hiding all of these new, well, people in this world. They couldn’t be sent back, not yet. Strange was working on it. However, from what you knew, Natasha had nothing to even go back to. It was a world where she was the only one.

And your father? Well, he’d be going back to a world without you, where the grief and the stress took Pepper and their unborn daughter. Tony felt like he had nothing to go back to as well. They wanted to stay, that much was clear, and no one was quite sure how to deal with this.

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Safe. Protected. Home.

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Fem!Reader

Author's Note: I finished the entire series in a week and I am literally so obsessed! I cannot wait for the next season and I just had to write for Tim. I really hope you enjoy this. Requests for "The Rookie" are open!

Word Count: 1.2 K

When you think of Tim Bradford, now Sergeant Bradford, a lot of things come to mind. Tough. No-nonsense. Fiercely dedicated. The kind of guy who thrives under pressure and expects nothing less from those around him. Tim’s the guy who keeps people at arm’s length, both metaphorically and literally, a fortress of hard-earned authority. But one thing you’d never peg him as? A sucker for cuddles. Or hugs.

He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d expect to be a sucker for cuddles. Or hugs. Stoic, guarded—those were the words people used to describe him. The guy who kept his emotions in check, always composed, always in control. But after 18 gruelling hours on his feet, every inch of his body ached, and his mind buzzed with exhaustion and all he could think about as he drove home was y/n, the way she’d wrap her arms around him. How she’d rest her cheek against his chest, her warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a storm. It was all he wanted and all he could think about.

The moment he reached home, every part of him itched to burst through the door, stride straight to her, and lose himself in her embrace. He could almost feel it—the warmth of her arms around him, the soft scent of her shampoo filling his senses, melting away the weight of the last 18 hours. But as he reached the door, his hand hesitated on the key. What if she was sleeping? The thought softened his urgency. Quietly, he slid the key into the lock, turning it with deliberate care, the faintest click breaking the silence. Pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, he tiptoed across the threshold, his movements cautious and measured.

But little did he know that sleep was the last thing on her mind. She was curled up on the couch, a book resting in her lap, softly humming along to the faint music playing in the background. The moment her y/e/c eyes met his, her face lit up, and she sprang to her feet, her joy radiating like sunlight through the room. Her expression quickly shifted as her gaze sharpened, scanning him from head to toe with practiced care. She looked for any signs of injury, any hidden pain he might be hiding, her concern as palpable as her love. Only when she was certain he was physically okay, did the tension in y/n's shoulders ease, and a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding escaped. His reaction was the opposite though. The sharp, vigilant eyes that had been trained all day to watch for danger, to stay alert to every possible threat, softened the instant they locked onto hers. In her presence, the edges of his world dulled, and for the first time in hours, he felt something close to peace. Tim Bradford had finally made it to his home.

“You’re home,” y/n said softly, he didn’t say a word, just crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms. The weight of the world slipped away as her familiar scent surrounded him, grounding him.

"Hey, baby," she said softly, her voice warm and soothing as she pulled him closer. "Rough day? I saw the news. I’m so proud of you."

He let out a weary sigh and pulled back a little, “I’m just grateful we got those kids back to their parents safely," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion yet tinged with relief.

Y/n reached out, her fingers grazing his cheek gently. "You did good," she whispered, her gaze steady and full of admiration. "More than good." Tim only hummed in response as he buried his face further into her hair.

"Are you hungry? Should I warm up some dinner for you?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as her eyes searched his face.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "No, we grabbed something from the food truck near the station before heading out. Did YOU eat?" His hands found her cheeks, cupping them gently as his eyes filled with worry, scanning her face like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She grinned, a playful spark lighting her expression. "I did. The last time I offered to wait and have dinner with you after work, you threatened to watch ‘The Bachelor’ without me. Remember that?"

His smile widened into a low chuckle. "And the threat still stands," he teased. "I’m gonna grab a quick shower, and then we can get back to it. Maybe... some cuddles, too?" His voice softened with hope, a rare vulnerability sneaking through his exhaustion.

"Deal, Sergeant," she replied, laughter bubbling in her tone as she poked his chest. "But make it quick, or I’m starting the episode without you."

He gave her a mock salute, his grin growing as he headed for the bathroom.

When he came back, the living room was unrecognizable, transformed into a cosy sanctuary. Y/n had pulled out the couch to its full size, layering it with a soft, inviting blanket and scattering pillows around. A few of her stuffed toys nestled in the corners, adding a playful touch, while a small assortment of chocolates and snacks sat neatly on the table beside the sofa, within easy reach. The fairy lights she’d insisted on months ago— “They add character!” she’d argued—were now casting a warm, gentle glow over the room, their soft twinkle making the space feel magical. The TV was ready, paused at the latest episode of ‘The Bachelor’, the title screen glowing in quiet anticipation. As if that wasn’t enough, a few lavender-scented candles flickered softly in the background, their soothing aroma already working to calm his frayed nerves. She’d remembered, of course—lavender always helped him unwind.

He stood there for a moment, taking it all in, his heart swelling with gratitude and affection. This wasn’t just a room; it was a safe haven. Yet none of it held a candle to her. Y/n was his safe haven. She stood in the middle of it all, a quiet smile playing on her lips, her eyes full of love and a hint of mischief. Y/n wasn’t just the one who made the room feel like home. She was home.

“Hey, you’ve been standing there for a while. Want me to bring the party to you?” she quipped.

With a terse nod, he shakes his head and runs over to her. No words were needed.

As he reached her, she shifted on the couch, sitting upright to make room for him. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto the soft cushions, resting his head against her chest. The steady rhythm of her heartbeat filled his ears, a soothing melody that made every hardship, every struggle of the last few days, feel distant and almost insignificant. He snuggled in closer, his body melting into hers, while her arms wrapped around him protectively. One hand rested on his back, grounding him, while the other slipped into his hair, her fingers weaving through the strands with gentle, rhythmic motions.

For years, Tim Bradford had carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always the protector, always the shield. But here, in her arms, he finally felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in far too long.

Safe. Protected. Home.

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The Frog Princess. Chapter 1

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“You can all bloody kiss my ass!”, I growled at the men standing around me. “There isn’t a chance in Hel I’m getting on that ship!”.

“Breathe, Y/N”, Eist tried calmingly. “This is what’s best for everyone”. “Best for you and your bloody war!”, I snarled.

In the corner of the great hall stood a mess of cases, containing most of my earthly goods. None of it had any importance to me; except for the small chest of knickknacks I’d gathered while on trips around the smaller islands of Skellige, and the one time Eist had brought me to Cintra Capital with him.

“Y/N, you’re not a child. Stop acting like one”. I smacked him across the face. A murmur of stifled laughter rose among the leather clad men surrounding me and Eist.

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