#Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader

[tuiccim]

Wrecked (Part 2)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

Wrecked Masterlist

Thursday night ended up being busier than usual with a large group coming in to celebrate… something. You never quite caught the reason. You were so busy tending the bar that you rarely looked up to see faces. It was nice to see the tip jar nearly overflowing towards the end of the night. 

You were pulling drafts for a couple of regulars when the door flew open and a grinning Cecily walked in as if she was a triumphant warrior returning from battle. You laugh and announce loudly, “Batten down the hatches! Hurricane Cecily is blowing through town!”

“Hey!” Cecily laughs as she hugs you, “The place looks great! How are you?”

“I’m great. I’m really good. Looking forward to hearing more about your adventures.”

“Yes, but for now, I need a drink!” Cecily drags you to the bar. 

“Let me guess… a blue motorcycle?” You smirk. 

“You know me so well,” Cecily grins.

“How was your trip?” You smile as you make her drink.

“Fabulous! Saw the sights, made some friends, and had some good times. Pissed my dad off to all hell and back because I refused the match he arranged,” she giggles.

“He should know better by now,” you laugh. Cecily’s father had won the genetic lottery when he, a beta, and her mother, also a beta, produced an Omega offspring. He had hopes of marrying her off to make connections and strengthen the family standing. What he hadn't planned on was her strong will and refusal to marry until she fell in love. It was something you envied about her and probably one of the things that had drawn the two of you together. She was an Omega that a family centered their hopes on which she refused to comply with and you were the broken Omega who had disappointed your family with your inability to comply. 

“No matter their designation, men are all the same. Hard headed and yet oblivious,” Cecily rolls her eyes.

“Can't argue with that. I-”

"Oh, Jesus. Here we go," Frank's raspy voice interrupts. 

"Hey Frankie," Cecily teases. 

“Welcome back. What trouble are you planning to get into?” Frank asks as he takes the stool next to her.

“All the fun kind,” she grins. 

“Oh, Cec, Frank's best friend is coming to town soon. You'll have to meet him. I have a hunch you two will be hilarious together,” you giggle as Frank narrows his eyes at you. 

“Don't give her any ideas. Those two would tear apart the town together,” Frank turns to Cecily, “And if you let him, your bed, too.”

“Well, I'm certain I can show him a good time while he's here," Cecily says slyly. 

"Heard from him yet?" You ask.

"Yep," Frank says with a withering glance at Cecily. "He'll be here tomorrow. Leaving Sunday night or Monday."

"I can't wait to meet him," you wink at Frank. 

Cecily gives him a wicked smile, "Your best friend must be so interesting. Tell me about him."

Frank looks up at the ceiling as if praying for help but, knowing Cecily won't give up easily, he gives a few details, "He's an Alpha. Owns a security company. Real smooth with the 'megas and isn't the kind anyone can pin down. Just your type."

"What are you trying to say, Frank?" Cecily narrows her eyes. 

"Nothin'," Frank gives a shit eating grin. 

"Mm-hm," Cecily sips her drink. 

"Okay, you two, enough. I've got the room ready for him and a bottle of booze waiting," you say as a fresh group comes through the front door, "Play nice while I deal with the newcomers."

You walked away unworried about the two. Despite the way they ribbed each other, they actually liked one another. Cecily held respect for the man who had seen the gem that is her best friend and Frank was grateful for the unwavering support she showed you. So, while they always had harmless barbs to lob at each other, there was a mutual respect shared. 

Occasionally as you poured drinks and served, you would glance over to see them conversing companionably. In one such moment though, your stomach dropped a bit seeing Cecily's hand on his knee as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. You shook the feeling away, knowing she would never do anything untoward, and relaxed even more when Frank laughed while shaking his head. She was probably making a comment she didn't want overheard. You berated yourself for being so insecure. Frank was a good man and, even if he did choose to leave you for an Omega without your hindrances, he would never hurt you in that way. He would tell you... or he would just disappear, which was one of your biggest fears. One day, you would wake up alone and every trace of your life together would be gone. 

Just the thought was devastating. You had never expected him to stay this long and now you were spoiled by the presence of an Alpha in your life. You shake the negative thoughts away. Frank is your Alpha and he is going to mate you. But even that thought came with doubts. Your mind wouldn't let you believe that he would really mate you. He had said it to comfort you. He hadn't really meant it. He wouldn't tie himself to a wrecked Omega for life. No Alpha would. 

"Hey! Can I get another one?" A voice pulls you out of your melancholy thoughts. 

"You got it," you smile at the man and pour. The night is busy for a Thursday but you manage to make it back over to Frank and Cecily after a while. 

"Frank has been filling me in on his friend. I can't wait to meet him," Cecily smiles. 

"Well then, he's given you more information than he's given me," you laugh with a wink at Frank. 

"That's not true. I've told you stories about Bill," Frank laughs. 

"I had pull teeth just for you to tell me his last name!" You assert. 

"That's highly personal information," Frank smirks. 

"What is his last name?" Cecily asks. 

"Now see what you've started!" Frank exclaims. You stick your tongue out at him and laugh as his face drops. "Oh, very mature," Frank grouses.

"I'm sure your thoughts were when I did it," you tease him, leaning over the bar to whisper the words. 

"You're gonna be using it tonight," Frank groans out and then grabs you by the back of the neck to lay a kiss on you. His tongue plunders your mouth before he releases you with a smirk. You knew you were in for it when you got home and you couldn’t wait. 

“Ugh, now I’m looking even more forward to this friend of yours coming. Maybe I can interest him in a little PDA,” Cecily pouts. “I’m heading out. See ya tomorrow.”

“Night,” you and Frank say in unison. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Frank asks. 

“No, it’s okay. Head to the cabin and rest. I’ll see you in a bit,” you reassure him. 

“Alright. Be careful,” Frank gives a backwards wave as he heads for the door. 

The cabin. You always called it that or the house, never home. Part of you was scared he would correct you if you did; the other part worried it would scare him away. It was a precarious place that you stayed mentally with Frank. A fine line you balanced between loving his presence and fearing his absence. Would you ever feel confident in his commitment?

Billy coming had to mean something. Frank wouldn’t introduce you to his best friend, the closest thing he had to family, if he didn’t have intentions of staying. Maybe it was because you felt like Frank always had his eye on the door, waiting for the moment he would have to leave or for his past to catch up to him. How much did you even really know about his past? Maybe meeting Billy would give you more insight into him. 

When the bar closed a couple of hours later, your bouncer, Jordan, walked you to your car. A precaution he insisted on since the incident with the drunken Alpha. You wondered at times if Frank had asked him (or threatened his life) to ensure you got to your car safely. He really was sweet in his gruff way. 

By the time you made it to the cabin, the windows were dark. The porchlight and a small lamp just inside the front door were on but the rest of the house was dark and quiet. You smile to yourself, remembering Frank offering to stay until closing. Obviously, you had made the right decision to send him home since he was already asleep. He worked hard and deserved the rest. 

You quietly make your way to the bathroom and quickly wash up. You peek out the door at him and a sliver of light falls over his body. His arms were curled behind his head, his bare chest rising and falling with slow breaths, and between his thick thighs his heavy cock laid. You lick your lips and feel a surge of disappointment that he’s not awake but then a wicked thought crosses your mind. He never shies from waking  you up by fucking you… maybe he wouldn’t mind the same treatment. After all, he had said you'd be putting your tongue to work when you got home and you didn't want to make a liar out of him.

Shedding your clothing, you make your way to the bed. The sliver of light from the bathroom still lays over him. When he first came to your house, he would wake at every noise or touch but over the months, he had relaxed and was actually a fairly deep sleeper. Leaning over him, you lick a stripe from tip to base. His cock jumps and he stirs but his eyes don’t open. You repeat the action bringing another small response from him. Taking him into your mouth, you work your way down his thick cock inch by inch, your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit. Frank makes a sexy groan as he flexes towards you, his eyes slowly open as you watch. He grabs your head and moves you slowly up and down. 

“Fuck, this’s the hottest way to be woken up,” he growls. “Couldn’t wait until the morning for this cock, huh, babe? Had to have it in you one way or the other?” 

You moan your agreement while hollowing your cheeks. Frank’s deep growling moans are making you wet and you squeeze your thighs together to relieve the pressure. 

“Goddamn, I can smell you. Getting wet from sucking this cock. Get up here. C’mon,” Frank uses his grip to pull you away from his cock and then up to straddle him. You immediately position him at your entrance and sink down, biting your lip to hold in your moan. “What’d I tell you about that?” Frank pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“Don’t,” you whisper. 

“I wanna hear every sound,” he insists. “Now, you wanted this cock so bad, let’s see what you do with it.” His smirk relays the challenge as he lays back, folding his hands behind his head. 

Never one to back down from such a challenge, you knew you had to make this good. You worked your hips to get every last inch of his thick cock inside of you. He was so thick that each drag of his cock was a direct hit to your g spot but he was in so deep there was a bite of pain when he hit your cervix. You ignored it as you rode him and eventually it lessened to a mere whisper of discomfort. Putting your hands on his chest, you leaned a little more forward to grind your clit against him and let out a long moan as the new angle hit even more pleasurably. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” Frank groans and then flexes up into you. 

“Oh! Fuck,” you whimper. You move more quickly, squeezing him as you barrel yourself towards orgasm. Not worried anymore about living up to his challenge, that first spark had alighted in your belly and you chased it. 

Frank ran his calloused fingertips over your nipples, no longer content to be a mere observer. He squeezed and feathered over them while watching your face. His hips came up to meet yours and your mouth dropped open to let out a small cry. He repeated the motion until he saw that sweet look pass over your face. The one that told him you were too far gone to turn back and he held himself back from coming with you. He wasn’t ready to be done yet. 

“I’m coming,” you cried as the waves of pleasure took over. Your body spasms around him as you ride out the orgasm. 

“Atta, girl. Squeezing my cock so tight. Fuck,” Frank watches as you fall apart on top of him. When your orgasm had run its course, you stopped for a moment to catch your breath but it didn’t last more than a few seconds when a smack landed on your ass and Frank’s gruff voice said, “We ain’t done yet, ‘mega. You wanted this cock so bad, you woke me from a dead sleep. Now you gotta finish what you started. Move that ass.” 

The shit-eating grin on his face made you want to be just a little defiant. You pull off of him and he immediately protests, “Where do you think you're going, ‘mega?” 

Pushing him back down on the bed, you lean in to give him a small but potent kiss. “Trust me, Alpha,” you give him a seductive look before turning around and straddling him again in reverse. You work his cock inside of you again and then look over your shoulder, “You wanted to see me move that ass…”

You bounce on top of him, being sure to give him a full view of your ass cheeks as you fuck him. Frank loved your ass and was always grabbing, slapping, or finding some other way to get his hands on it. Somehow, you had never gotten around to this particular position with him and you could tell right away it wouldn’t be the last time. His hands shot out immediately to grope you, a smack landing only a few seconds later. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Frank growled, his hands never stilling as he watched you fuck him. He was mesmerized by the jiggle of your cheeks with each motion you made while seeing his cock splitting you open. He sucked his thumb into his mouth, wetting it before pressing it to your tight little hole. He rubbed back and forth, teasing just the tip against your ring of muscle, as you rode him harder and harder. 

“Oh, fuck, Alpha. It’s so good,” you whined. The angle was hitting your g spot and you could feel yourself building again. 

“That’s right,” Frank growls, landing another smack to your ass, “Good, little ‘mega. Just need this Alpha’s fat cock splitting you open, huh?”

“Yes!” Is the only word you can manage at this point. You were tiring but the pull of another orgasm and Frank’s words were enough to keep you going. You were dripping from his praise.

“Fuck!” Frank cries out before grabbing your hips and slamming up into you forcefully. He repeats the motion over and over again and you can’t hold in your scream when you come. Frank’s loud grunts as he releases inside makes you clench around him. He flexes a few more times while holding you in place against him. When he had calmed, he pulled out and then positioned you to lay next to him. “Thanks for the wake up call,” he chuckles in your ear. 

“My pleasure,” you laugh. “I think I’ve always known the answer to the question of whether you’re a boobs or butt man but I think tonight solidified it.”

“Ass man, all the way,” Frank’s laugh rumbles through his chest. 

“Shocking,” you tease.

“Mm-hm,” comes out quietly. 

You glance over your shoulder at him and see he’s already drifting back to sleep. You smile to yourself and listen for his breathing to even out before slipping out of the bed to clean up. Glancing back at Frank from the door, you shake your head at his ability to be fucking the life out of you one minute and then practically asleep the next. “I love you,” you whisper to his sleeping form, knowing you’d probably never hear those words from him. 

–

The next night, Friday, was busy as usual. Frank had sent a text that a water main break had delayed him and he’d be late making it to the bar. It made you a little nervous that you might meet Billy without him here but you try to brush it off and keep up with the crowd. Especially since your other bartender called out. You were glad Cecily had made an early appearance and you set her to work behind the bar with you. She was great at helping out in a pinch and genuinely enjoyed working the bar, as the tip jar showed. Her flirtation skills were on point as you watched her flip her hair and wink at a patron. She knew how to play them like a fiddle. 

She looked gorgeous. Her short, wavy hair fell over her forehead attractively, giving a peekaboo effect that was coquettish. Tight black jeans, boots, and a one shoulder green tank hugged her curves as she twirled a glass in her hand before pulling the tap. You smiled as your eyes followed her for a few moments and she sent you a wink when she caught your stare. 

You were in a lull when the smell hit you, something dark and woodsy and undeniably Alpha. You turned to find a stranger sitting at the end of your bar with his eye on you. His incredibly dark eyes seemed to bore holes right through you. He was handsome, lean but muscular, dark hair brushed back from his forehead in an undercut, and casual clothes that seemed tailor fit. He was dreamy for lack of a better word. Making your way over, you smile at the newcomer, “Well, hello there, stranger. What can I get for you?”

“Whiskey, neat,” the man says as he eyes you. 

“Any-”

“Top shelf,” he interrupts your question. 

Raising an eyebrow at him, you smirk, “I’m afraid this bar’s version of top shelf is Johnny Walker. You strike me as more of a Lagavulin man.”

His face cracks a smile that had probably dropped more than a few pairs of panties, “You’re good, but don’t worry, I’ll stomach the Johnny Walker just fine.”

“You got it, chief,” you turn to pour the drink. Setting it in front of him, you lean on the bar, “What brings you to town?”

“Visiting a friend,” he says as he glances over at Cecily as she puts on a show while making drinks. 

Following his line of vision, you grin, “She’s something, isn’t she?”

“Yeah. Is she the owner?” 

“Mmm, excuse me,” you are distracted by another patron motioning for a refill. You quickly pour the drink and a few others before making it back to him. Pouring him a second drink, you breath in his scent covertly, “Ac-”

“So, do you ever take a customer home?” He gives you a smoldering look.

“Do you always interrupt people?” You counter. 

“Only when going after something I want,” his eyes take a lazy path down to your cleavage before flicking back up to your eyes. You lean in closer to him, lowering your voice conspiratorially you say, “Not really but just occasionally someone tall, dark, and handsome blows through and I find I just can’t resist.” His eyes darken as he studies you and you could read his thoughts as clearly as if he had spoken them aloud. “Oh, and to answer your earlier question, no, I’m the owner… Billy. Welcome to town.”

Part 3

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[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Christmas As A Roamer - The Eighth Christmas

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters,

It's gone midnight when you snuggled down into Frank's bed, or Frankie as you'd now nicknamed him. It grated on him whenever you said it but deep down you suspected he actually quite liked it.

It wasn't long until there was a light tap at the door and a whisper.

"Are you decent?"

You giggled as you heard a second voice.

"Just go in Frankie, maybe we'll get a peek."

"Shut up Billy!"

Your laugh turned into a snort as you replied.

"For goddess' sake, just come in!"

The door creaked open and Frank moved in quietly, still trying not to disturb you. Billy was more blatant, strolling in like he was on a catwalk. He went to drop his grey sweatpants but a sharp reminder to keep them on came from Frank. Billy had rolled his eyes and positioned himself against your front, moving down until his head was resting on your chest. He let out a sigh and fidgeted a little as you started to run your fingers through his hair.

You felt the heat of Frank against your back as he got comfortable beside you. He through an arm over you both and placed a kiss to the back of your head.

"You OK Bill?"

A sigh came from your cleavage as he replied, his voice a little muffled by your chest.

"Yeah, I'm OK Alpha."

In the months that you'd know Frank and Billy you'd rarely heard Billy call Frank by his presentation. He must have been feeling vulnerable. Frank learned over you a little and placed his hand over yours as you stroked Billy's hair.

"You want her to help you sleep?" Frank asked.

Billy looked up at you both, his deep brown eyes sprinkled with tears and nodded before putting his head back into your chest. You glanced at Frank who gave further permission with a nod and you started the sleeping spell over him.

Frank whispered a thank you into your ear as he settled back down beside you.

You'd never intended to spend Christmas with Frank and his pack. You'd just wanted to drop off some gifts for the little ones, along with something for Jess' morning sickness, before heading to an Airbnb at a random town, Brook something. But they'd asked you to stay and Billy had given you his best puppy eyes, whilst roping in the little ones to convince you.

You agreed to one night but then screams had ripped through the house. Billy was struggling Frank told you. The nightmares of war and the battlefield increasing. The sad look on Frank's face and the worry across the pack led you to stay.

You weren't going home for Christmas. You were quiet happy snuggled between the alpha and beta, surrounded by their warmth and Billy's now content snores.

You weren't going home for Christmas and you really didn't care.

#steve rogers x reader #alpha steve rogers #avengers au #alpha steve x omega reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #platonic frank castle x reader #platonic billy russo x reader

[americancowgirl19]

She’s King

Summary: You take your father’s place as King despite being a woman. In order to make peace and end the war you agree to meet the prince - who ends up being your fated mate. You can only hope your fated mate gets along with the mate had chosen before you met him.

Warnings: angst, grief, fluff, little bit of smut

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank Castle x Alpha Reader - Omega Matt Murdock x Alpha Reader

Word Count: 2601

A/n: Modern Royal A/B/O AU

Masterlist - Part two!

The kingdom is in mourning. The great king is dead; killed on the battlefield. The Lords are doing what they can to keep the peace among the people. The last thing anyone wants is for panic to spread whilst in the middle of the bloodiest war known to history.

You buried your father today. Even the Earth seemed to mourn this loss. The rain poured with such vigor that it raised the creeks and flooded the paths the enemy army might have driven down to siege the royal castle. You knew that the first chance they got they’d march right here and attempt to take the throne. Your father had no male successor. The throne is vulnerable.

You stood beside the throne with your siblings as the people greeted your mother, the widowed queen. You were right beside her. Everyone turned to you directly after giving their condolences to her. You knew what everyone was thinking but nobody has yet to say it out loud.

You’re not the eldest child. You’re somewhere in the middle of roughly a dozen other siblings. Twelve children are a bit obsessive, right? Your parent must have loved making babies and raising kids. Well, not exactly.

In your kingdom, and all the kingdoms in the land, it is law that only an alpha could succeed the throne. While you had older brothers and sisters - and younger ones as well - you were the only one out of the liter to present as an alpha. Your presentation out ranked your older siblings who only presented as either betas or omegas.

So, the twelve siblings weren’t due to the fact that your parents loved children. They were trying to conceive a male alpha. It’s the only thing in their reign they failed in.

While the kingdom mourned the loss of your father - their king - you mourned the future you had planned. You mourned the freedom you could have had; the life you could have lived.

You knew tomorrow would be the coronation. They couldn’t afford to wait. If there was nobody on the throne when the enemy arrived, then it would be all too easy for them to take it. While your mother was still alive, she was only a grieving omega queen who didn’t truly understand the art of war and the politics of man. She played her own realm of politics. The king and queen had two very different jobs; she wouldn’t know what to do.

Your father, fearful that he would never conceive another alpha, taught you how to be king. He prepared for every possibility and knew that when the time came it wouldn’t matter that you were a female; the job would fall upon your shoulders. He needed you to be prepared; he needed to know the kingdom would be in good hands if he should fall.

Tomorrow you will be crowned king. Your mother will remain queen until you find your own omega to take her place. It wouldn’t be an easy task. The omega would have to be a male; they’re as rare as you are.

When the night was over, and everyone was dismissed you returned to your room. Your ladies helped take the pins from your hair and undress from your clothes. Despite it being modern times, you still found the corset to be a nice touch to pay homage to the past.

They asked you if you would need anything else; you declined and bade them good night. The instant the doors were shut the man hiding in the dark corner came to the light. When you looked at him the emotions from the day rushed forward. You didn’t have to put up a front with him. You trusted him implicitly.

“Come here, baby,” He whispers, beckoning you forward. With a few large strides you’re in his embrace. He holds you close, and you nestle into his shoulder. He doesn’t give you his condolences or give you false promises. The two of you are past such formalities.

The two of you end up in bed. You’re laying between his legs, your head on his chest. There’re no clothes keeping you from the skin-to-skin you desperately need. You close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat. He slowly combs his fingers through your hair; periodically massaging your head.

“We could still do it,” He whispers. Your heart drops instantly knowing what he’s talking about. “We could be across the ocean before they even knew you were gone,”

“They’d find us... Maybe not soon but they would,” You whisper back. “It would be a life on the run and when we’re dragged back how could I look at anybody knowing I left when they so desperately needed me?”

“How could you help them after they treated you?” He asks, the anger coming back to his voice as it always does when talking about this. 

“Frankie baby, you know it doesn’t bother me how they treated me,” You whisper, lifting your head. “It doesn’t matter what my personal feelings are. It’s my duty, my responsibility to take the throne.”

“And what about us?” Frank asks. Your legs move over his to straddle his waist. You move up his body and hover over his face. “I’m not exactly good for your image, baby,” 

“What?” You ask teasingly. You lay back down on his chest and move your head just to the side to rest on your palm. Frank’s head follows you, unwilling to break eye contact. “I think telling the world that my chosen mate is the famed Punisher is exactly the image I need,” You whisper only half joking. “Your reputation is world famous. Everyone would cower at the thought of you. Kingdoms would think twice about moving against us,”

“But I’m only a beta,” Frank whisper. You sigh. Your eyes fall shut and your head presses against his. He instinctively holds you closer.

“But you’re only a beta,” You mutter knowing it wouldn’t be enough to hold the crown. You needed an omega. Omega and alpha parings had nearly a large chance at producing an alpha offspring whereas alpha and beta pairings rarely conceived them.

“You’ll look beautiful tomorrow,” He whispers, gently changing the subject. “You’ll take the throne and kick ass. You’ll bring us back to peace, I just know it,”

If only he realized that in order to bring peace would to the kingdom would be to marry the enemy’s nephew - a prince who happened to be an omega. The rival king took his throne with much controversy. The previous king had died mysteriously paving the way for him to take it. It was supposed to be temporary until the prince was old enough. Only the prince is blind, and people are hesitant to put him on the throne.

However, you taking the throne is the perfect solution for them. With your marriage the war ends, an alliance if formed, and they hand off their blind prince. Your kingdom wasn’t crazy about having a blind queen, but they were desperate for an end to the war.

You were king. You wouldn’t be pushed into anything that you weren’t certain of. You agreed to a private meeting but guaranteed nothing more. It was enough to pacify the other kingdom into pausing the war.

“What’s his name?” Frank asks, watching you get ready.

“You know his name, Frank,” You mutter going your makeup. You refused to let your ladies help get you ready. You wanted as much time with Frank as possible.

“Tell me,” He demands. You bristle a little at the demanding tone, but you force yourself to calm. You look through the mirror and sigh.

“Matthew Murdock,” You whisper. Frank’s jaw ticks. “You knew this was going to happen,”

“Didn’t think it would be so soon,” He growls. Neither did you. You were only king for four months. Within those four months you were quickly proving to be an even harder opponent than your father in regard to the war. You were more ruthless and daring. The bloodiest war was becoming worse, but you were winning. If a truce could be made over marriage you would consider it.

You quickly finished your makeup before walking over to Frank. He was sitting on the side of the bed pouting. You gave him a small smile while gently taking his face in your hands.

“I love you, Frank Castle,” You whisper. He softens and grabs your hips greedily. “And no number of omegas will change that,” You promise.

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if he demands you send me off? I’m not supposed to be with you in the first place,” He mutter. You smirk resting your forehead against his.

“Every king has had their concubine,” You mutter teasingly. He lets out a quick laugh and tugs you into a kiss. “I’m king... I’m not going to let anyone chase you away or send you off,” You hand moves from his cheek to the collar of his shirt. He shivers when you pull it to the side. “I claimed you a long time ago, beta,” You growled possessively. He moans as your lips suck and your teeth nip at the mark. “You’re mine,” You growl reclaiming him.

Frank chokes on a moan, his fingers bruising your hips at the sudden rush of euphoria. He lets out a shaky breath struggling not to cum in his pants. Wanting him to do exactly that you nip at the fresh wound while suddenly palming him through his pants.

“Fuck-” Frank chokes again and cums in his trousers like a teenage boy. You hum approvingly and lap at the bite mark.

“Good boy,” You whisper. Frank couldn’t help but to preen at the praise as he rides through the blissfulness.

“You always pick the worst times to do that,” Frank grumbles, as you pull from his neck.

“Whatever do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head. He shivers again when his shirt brushes over the mark. “Just be happy I didn’t claim a new spot,”

“Then I’d never let you leave,” He growls.

You loved claiming Frank. He always made the sweetest sounds and produced the most intoxicating scent. He currently had four claiming marks. Every time you made a new mark the sex... damn, the sex was wild and insatiable. 

“I’m sorry I can’t stick around to help you clean up,” You whisper, running your thumb over his lips. “I’ll make it up to you when I come back,”

“If you come back smelling like that fucking omega then I’ll fuck you all night,” Frank growls.

“Promises, promises,” You wink. “I’ll be back tonight,” You gently kiss his lips and pull away before he could pull you into the bed. “Feel free to stay messy until I return,” You wink at him. “I wouldn’t mind coming back and licking you clean,”

Frank groans loudly and falls back onto the bed. You laugh slipping out of the bedroom.

“Have your way with that sexy beta?” Natasha asks, smirking knowingly as she finds you and matches your pace. You growl warning her to keep her voice down. Your inner circle knew about Frank - only those you would trust with your treasure - but everyone else was oblivious, hopefully.

“Is the car out front?” You ask. Natasha hums nodding.

“Yelena had it brought around. You sure you don’t want us coming with you?” She asks.

“I don’t want to arrive with an army,” you tell her. “Things are already tense, and this is neutral ground. I don’t want to break neutrality,”

“You honestly think he’ll be alone?” She asks.

“No,” You shake your head putting on some sunglasses as you stepped outside. You send Natasha a quick look. “And neither will I,” You mutter before walking to the car.

Natasha, having heard the message (follow and protect from a distance), instantly springs into action. Once the car is on the way she grabs Yelena, Kate, and Wanda. The four of them follow your orders and protect you from the shadows.

“Your majesty,” A man bows before you as you reach the destination.

“Has the prince arrived?” You question.

“Yes, he is inside. As I asked his guards, I must ask that yours remain out here,”

“I only brought my driver,” You inform him. You motion for Jarvis to return to the car before entering the building.

You had different expectations when you imagined meeting the prince. But finding out that the man in front of you is your destined omega was not one of them.

The instant you entered the building his scent wrapped around you. It surprised you so much that you were frozen in place. You breathed in deeply and it simply consumed you.

“Alpha,” His whimper strained as if he didn’t want to make a noise but couldn’t help it. Your eyes snapped open and zeroed in on him.

“Omega,” You growled closing the distance between the two of you. You didn’t touch him, but you stood as close as you could. You knew your eyes were dilated but you help your desires back. You didn’t want to startle him.

You lifted your hand, and as if he could sense it, he flinched away. You were hurt but you shushed him softly. He doesn’t move again as you close in on him.

“You’re so beautiful,” You whisper, gently running your fingers along his jaw. Matt shudders and instinctively moves into your touch. The light graze of your fingers seemed to open a flood gate. Matt needed you to touch him. He hadn’t had a gentle touch since he was a boy. The two minutes you’ve been in this room have been the most time he’s felt safe since before his father died.

“Alpha,” Matt whines twitching. He wants to touch you but fears of crossing a line. Reading his body language, you take a leap and pull him close.

Your arm slips around his waist and he takes that as a sign to give in. His head finds its way to your neck. You don’ realize you’ve been doing it but you’re purring to calm his anxieties.

Your arm tightens around his waist while your hand threads through his hair. He snuggles closer to you. He doesn’t want to hope but he can’t help it. For the first time he hopes he can get out of his kingdom. His kingdom of corruption and murder. He wasn’t a helpless omega. He tried to bring peace and squeeze out the corruption of his kingdom, but it proved to be impossible. His own family was at the heart of it all. Maybe with you he could actually have the power to change things instead of running around in a mask at night.

“Matthew,” You whisper. Matt hums pleasantly and nuzzles into your neck. “We have to talk about this,”

“I know,” He whispers back, tightening his grip around you. You smirk and shuffle him over to the comfortable love seat. You laugh softly as he straddles your lap and continues to snuggle into your neck.

“How likely is it that your king is going to end the war should we marry?” You ask.

“He will,” He whispers. “He’ll end the physical war, but he has plans to infiltrate your court. He’ll take your crown from the inside,”

“Do you want this marriage?” You ask him. “To leave your home and come to mine?”

“I do,” Matt nods, lifting his head. You couldn’t help but to lift your hand to caress his face. He leans into your touch. “If you’ll have me,”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #Frank Castle x Matt Murdock #Matt Murdock x Female Reader #frank castle x reader #Frank Castle #Frank Castle x Female Reaer #the punisher x reader #Punisher x Daredevil #punisher #daredevil #daredevil x reader #Alpha x Omega #alpha!female #alpha!reader #omega!Matt murdock #Omega!matt #Beta!Frank castle #beta!frank #King!reader #royal au

[izbelross]

Masterlist

✨The World is what you want it to be✨

"Even if you denied your inner alpha by using you telekinetic and telepath abilities you can not stop yourself from wanting to protect those close to your heart. Even if that meant bringing dangerous people in search of your blood and pain from people that used to be long ago, your pack."

a/b/o Fratt x reader:

❈Chapter 1

❈Chapter 2

❈Chapter 3

A/N: I'm fixing the end of chapter 3, I didn't like it and I'm writing the chapter 4 as well. 😘😌

#frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fanfiction #frank castle x matt murdock #matt murdock x frank castle #abo au #alpha reader #omega matt murdock #omegaverse #alpha frank castle #matt murdock x reader x frank castle #frank castle x reader x matt murdock

[darlingshane]

Primal

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank doesn’t enjoy rutting as much anymore. He lost that ability after Maria's death, and now it’s back and having you, his new omega, he has to start coming to terms with his nature.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Omegaverse AU, Alpha Frank Castle, Omega Reader, Rutting, Mating, Knotting, Scent Kink, Light breeding kink, Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Canon-typical violence, Dom/Sub Undertones, Light Angst.

Word Count: 2,6k

— You can read below or at AO3.

Missing an easy shot irritates Frank more than it should. Missing a second one drives him off the wall. Instead of aiming a third time to his moving target, he puts his gun aside, and takes off sprinting behind the piece of shit he's been chasing for a week. His legs speed up. In less than a minute, the perp is struggling to breathe in Frank's ruthless hands. His eyes beg for his life, but Frank doesn’t let up until he has squeezed the lights out of him. This guy chose a bad day to get in Frank’s crosshairs. It could’ve been an easy death. One painless bullet. But going into rut right before waking up always sets Frank into a different mindset. And as the body falls limp to the ground, there’s a brief relief in the anxious pit of his stomach. That is not enough, however. This isn’t something that violence can quench. Being with his Omega, you, is the only balm that he needs to put an end to that maddening, rousing ache that stretches through every inch of his body, emanating from a primal need he thought forgotten.

He needs to get home as soon as possible.

It’s a good thing he finished the job, seemingly well, despite that inconvenience. His focus was hindered, and if there is something he hates about ruts is when they interfere with important matters, such as taking care of that organ trafficker who’s been leaving empty corpses all over the Tri-State area.

Once he comes out of that momentary trance of rage, he inhales deeply and dashes out of the warehouse.

Heading home, he texts your number on his way. He won’t call cause still morning, and he knows you’re at work. It unsettles him further that you won’t be meeting him for hours. The Alpha is already begging to be close to his Omega and won’t stop nagging at him until that moment. He fucking hates that. Not you, he doesn’t hate you. You’re absolutely precious to him. But being this way is nothing he enjoys. He used to, but now it’s just an annoyance to be driven by a fated force that only can be sated by lust.

By the time he gets to the apartment, his cock is already tense behind his jeans; the flesh band around the base, that’s usually invisible, starts protruding slightly behind his skin. It doesn’t help that every corner is bathed in your essence. That only worsens his state.

It didn’t use to be this bad for Frank. His DNA was altered the day Maria was taken away from him. His ruts were naturally suppressed when his true mate died, and for a while he believed it’d stay that way forever. He was absolutely okay with that, cause he couldn’t imagine sharing this with anyone else that wasn’t her. That was until he met you. Falling in love again and finding a new Omega is what got him here. He’s thankful for that. But once that happened, his nature morphed once more, and it came back kicking hard, and wild.

This is only the second time he’s gotten a rut ever since. The first one was already painful, and this time is heading in the same direction.

He texts you again, not once, but three times. Desperate words fill your inbox. As much as you want to be home to help him, you can’t abandon work. You could, but you decide to finish the day and take a mating absence for the next three days. It can last longer than that, but the first three are usually the worst. The rest he’ll be able to handle to have you a few hours away a day.

Frank takes a long cold shower to alleviate the hot, pressing need while he waits for your arrival. The shower handle is turned all the way to the side of the blue dot, but it's not cold enough. His blood is boiling. He should've brought a couple of bags with ice and just dip himself into frozen water instead to tame that inner beast that feels like slipping past the scorching surface of his skin.

He hates losing control of his own body and being tied to the innate desire of mating. As much as he loves sex with you, he prefers it when it’s his choosing. In an ideal world, he’d thought he’d be better off as a beta. You actually have to remind him often, that there’s no better Alpha than Frank Castle. It’d be a shame if he was anything else, but he can’t bring himself to see that.

When his body gets used to the temperature of the spray to the shower, he steps out, dries his body and yanks a pair of sweats on.

Counting the hours until you get home, he curls in your side of the bed, buries his nose in your pillow, and inhales your sweet scent printed on the fabric of the pillowcase. It's made out of fresh cinnamon rolls dipped in warm custard, with some notes of jasmine. It drives him wild. He intoxicates himself until there's no option but to relieve his painful erection.

You can smell his arousal behind the front door as you hold on to a bag of groceries in one arm, and turn the key with your opposite hand. It makes your knees weak. When you cross the threshold, you place down the groceries and the rest of your stuff on the table and brace yourself for a moment to keep yourself from falling. It’s astounding how those pheromones work on their own, calling you, drawing you to him like a magnet. Never before you've felt so entrapped in someone else’s as you do with Frank’s.

When you hear his steps, you look up to see him coming out the hallway. He rushes up to hold you in his arms, pulling you flushed against his bare chest. His nose lands on that spot in your neck where he sank his teeth a few months ago, inhaling the mind-numbing essence straight from your scent glands deeply.

“You’re here, you’re here, you’re here…” he repeats, restless and needy. “You’re finally here.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” your palm soothes up and down his warm back. It breaks your heart to see him like this, as much as you want him too, you’re aware it takes a huge toll on him having to go through this once more. “Why don’t you go lay down, yeah? I’ll be with you in a minute.”

“No, I can’t. Not gonna happen,” his arms lock tighter around you.

“Frank. I love you, but I just need a minute to breathe and put all this away. Then, I’m all yours, baby.”

“Please. I’m… I feel like I’m dying.”

“You’re not gonna die, baby. I promise.”

You try not to laugh, cause when it’s your turn to go into heat, you know you get more dramatic than him. He always cares for you with so much love, you can only reciprocate, and follow the same lead as your Alpha and be as soothing as possible. It’s also a good option to tread lighter than usual. He’s a very volatile, possessive Alpha, almost like a newborn, and he could rip you apart in a second if you were to pull away from him without warning.

“I promise,” you reiterate, softly exhaling, as he carefully releases you.

He holds onto one of your hands for a few seconds, lifts the back of your palm up to his lips, “don’t take too long, sweetheart.”

“I won’t.”

A smile is formed on your lips, as he disappears into the bedroom. You put the groceries away, and take a moment to collect yourself before meeting him again. You slip out of your work clothes, then wash your hands and face to freshen up as the contagious desire of your Alpha settles deeper at your core, stirring that wonderful slick to pool on your panties.

Frank's sitting on the edge of the bed, white-knuckles gripping the edge of the mattress when you enter the room.

“Have you eaten anything?” you put your hands on either of his shoulders, as his palms move to frame your hips.

“Wasn't hungry.”

“Maybe later. I brought your favorites.”

“Thanks, baby.”

Frank pulls you closer, kisses your stomach as his fingers sink into your skin. They tremble as he fights the urge to hold you down on the floor, and fuck the lights out of you until he's been sated. But he desperately clings to that thin thread that keeps him safely in check from hurting you.

He noses the surface of your skin as you unclasp your bra and set it aside, so he can trail the valley of your breasts. His favorite aroma is printed on your nipples. He’s told you it’s slightly sweeter than the rest of your body. His lips part, trapping the first puckered tip of one of them into his mouth. His tongue swirls the circumference as you let out a soft moan, sliding your palms to the back of his head, brushing our fingers in the short fuzz on his nape as his teeth gently tug the pointed peak. He salivates and presses his hands firmer around your ass, while his mouth eagerly moves to your other breast. He hums and gets harder than a rock. It tampers your own excitement as he pulls your panties down to let your juices slide down your inner thighs.

When he’s down with your chest, he settles you down, back comfortably pressed on the mattress, knees spread, to let his eager tongue lick your legs clean. Your slick, the cure of his affliction, sends him in a trance. He groans against your skin, letting the sweet taste of your essence be the catalyst for his precum to stain the fabric of the grey sweats, inside and out.

Your core throbs as your Alpha gets closer to your center, but he doesn’t use his mouth in that crucial spot. He’s got more pressing matters in his hands. Asserting his ground, he lifts his head and crawls over you, yanking the waistband of his sweatpants down, letting his massive erection spring into sight. It’s leaking, veins bulging, swelled to its maximum size. Frank guides himself inside you, stretching your opening that has tendered its grip for his enjoyment only. His knot, barely formed, touches your vulva as his cock slips deeper inside you.

You reach with your hand and collect part of his seed that dripped around your mound, bring it to your lips to taste him. Frank watches, enraptured, as you swallow his cum. Holding your gaze, one of his hands curls your neck. He presses just slightly, massaging your sensitive glands. Your lips turn into a big O, gasp escaping, as the tip of his tongue traces the shape of your open mouth.

His hips begin moving to the mind-numbing rhythm played by that innate desire of filling you, breeding you, knotting you.

The bond is palpable, floating in the air, present like another entity that ties you two together, as if it was always meant to be this way. You love it, Frank tolerates it. He overthinks too much, you believe. He forgot that it could feel amazing if he’d only let it take over a little. It'd be easier for both if he would.

Your breathing falters as he drives you closer to the brink. You press your nails hard on his back, etching pink half moons between all the scars that cover his torso. His stare is set ablaze when you do that. The grunt he releases is utterly frightening. He grabs with sheer force one of your wrists, pins it on the bed, and keeps it leveled with your head.

You almost forgot the golden rule – not testing his Alpha while he’s in this state. Maybe you wanted to. Though, that's merely a scrap to Frank; to your Alpha, that's a provocation to his domination.

He punishes you for it, and as your body wriggles underneath his broad frame when you reach the highest point of your climax, he doesn't let up. Not for a moment. You cry out in pleasure, tears slip out of your eyes, and Franks keeps pounding you with great power until your trembling legs give up into submission once more.

Unable to form real sentences, you moan and whine and beg repeatedly as another orgasm quickly builds from the mastering pace of his thrusting. It boosts you to higher ground during that second wave of raw, electric pleasure that claims every inch of your body.

He’s not done yet. But you can tell that he’s close. Keeping that same attitude, he lays fully flat on top of you, releasing your hand, and hiding his face in the crook of your neck to drown himself in your scent. It’s at that moment that his cock twitches, expelling his first heavy load into the depths of your pussy. He doesn't knot you, however. It took him a few tries days the last time. But he finally eases up some. His body shudders relentlessly, like little aftershocks that travel up and down every damn muscle until they’re all relaxed.

The first wave is over, but Frank stays inside you, unable to pull away. His back is covered in a thick layer of sweat that wraps around your fingers as they glide up to his nape. The touch sends shivers down his spine.

It might be a few hours until the next wave comes crawling, or just a few minutes. For now, he just lays there for a while, as you doze off inhaling on the calming scent of your Alpha that fills your nose with the delectable mix of roasted chestnuts, anise, and sandalwood incense.

Once he's mildly recovered, he slips out of you, rolls to the side and cradles you in his arms. You sigh, half-coming into consciousness, and press a few kisses on his collarbones. It makes his lips form a sweet smile as he comes down from his high.

One of your hands moves between your bodies, aimed at his semi-hard. You gently hold his length, spreading your juices around the ring around his base with your thumb, giving him a little massage. He doesn’t protest this time. He only submits to your whims as you keep him hard, nibbling all over his neck, and gently sucking around his glands.

“Hmm.”

“You like that, baby?” you mumble between kisses, getting a firm grip around the base, pressing fingers on either side of his knot.

“I love that, sweetheart. You’re always so good to me.”

“Likewise,” the corners of your mouth pull up, as you glance up to watch his face completely beaming with devotion, losing his signature scowl. “You wanna try again?”

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Yeah?” you bite your bottom lip, as he grabs your top leg and drapes it over his hip, so you can guide him inside you.

Bodies intertwined in such intricate way, you can’t define which limbs are his, and which are yours, you rotate your hips this time, fucking him slowly, as he captures your mouth with unbridled passion.

The next two days are more of the same. Just you and your Alpha mating like there are no limits. You only stop to sleep and recharge with food, with a couple of refreshing showers in between.

It's on the second day that Frank wakes you up at night with that urgent, primal need burning at his core. Past 3AM, he finally stops overthinking, and he’s able to grow and lock his knot inside you. Having him swell inside you is heaven in the purest form you've ever experienced.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #frank castle #the punisher smut #the punisher #jon bernthal #jon bernthal smut #jon bernthal fanfiction #omegaverse #smut #darlingwrites

[missjaystone]

Game Over

Kinktober Day 1: A/B/O Dynamics This is a dark fic. Please do not read if any of the warnings listed below will trigger/offend you. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: Frank finally found you and put an end to your game of hide and seek. Pairings: Dark! Alpha! Frank Castle x Omega!Reader Word Count: 1,360 Warnings: Nonconsensual sex, forced claiming/mating, implied abduction, dark! Frank Castle, A/B/O dynamics.

This is a dark fic. Please DO NOT read if anything listed in the warnings will upset or trigger you. Minors DNI.

This is a dark fic. Please do not read if any of the warnings listed above will trigger/offend you/make you uncomfortable. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

The second you closed the door, you knew you had made a mistake. You could smell gunpowder and cedarwood with a hint of something earthy and metallic; you smelled him. The scent was so overpowering you weren’t sure how you missed it when you first opened the door; you can only assume your panic clouded your senses. The old oak floorboards creaked beneath his heavy boots as he stepped out of your bedroom into the hallway. His arms were folded over his broad chest as he looked down at you with a mixture of irritation and anger. The look alone made your already tense body stiffen up as if suddenly struck with rigor mortis.

He scoffed when he saw your gaze flicker back to the door. “No more games, kitten. No more running away from me.” He said with controlled anger. “You’re my omega whether or not you like it.” “Obviously I don’t.”   You weren’t sure what on earth compelled you to talk back to him, but as soon as the words left your lips, you regretted it as the restrained facade he’d presented vanished. He’d crossed the room in half the time it took you to turn and rip the door open. He slammed it shut and used the force of his body to pin you firmly against the wood. “I’m tired of your fucking attitude.” He hissed angrily. With no great effort, he picked up your struggling form and hauled you to the bedroom, unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed. The already small space felt 3 sizes smaller, his hulking frame firmly standing between you and the only exit in the room that didn’t involve breaking your neck on a broken fire escape. He watched you back up against the headboard as he took his belt off. “I’m done playing games with you.” He said sternly, using his entire weight to immobilize you so he could tie your wrists together and to the headboard with his belt.

Any of your remaining struggles died down immediately when he pulled a utility knife out of his back pocket, using it to slice open your shirt in silence. You went from doing what you could to get out from underneath him to perfectly still in .05 seconds, the tip of the knife digging into your skin enough to leave a red scratch in its wake without breaking the skin. He didn’t need the knife to tear the fabric. Its sole purpose in this move of his was a warning. “I’d give you anything, you know that?” He asks as he nudges the fabric of your t-shirt to the sides, sliding the tip of the knife under the thinnest part of the front of your bra, watching the threads slowly tear against the pressure of the blade. “You just had to fucking stay with me.” He hissed, quickly snapping the blade up, snapping the last few threads of the fabric apart.

“So tell me, kitten...” He starts, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip as he gets out of bed, putting the knife away. His hand rested on one of your thighs and he finally met your gaze, an angry type of hurt swirling around in his dark brown eyes. "What the fuck does Billy Russo have that I don’t?” "I love him.” You whispered. He barked out a laugh at that. “And you think he loves you? I hate to break it to you, but you’re nothing to him!” He spat. “All you are to Billy is somewhere to keep his dick when Dinah puts him in the doghouse.” He deadpans. Your argument died in your throat when he, in one swift motion, yanked down your pants and panties. His thumb slowly ran through your lips as the room went silent, save for your hitched breathing when two of his fingers entered you. He watched your face contort as you tried not to make a sound for him as he curled and thrust the digits slowly. “I’ll say it slowly for you, kitten.” He hummed, quickly pulling his fingers out as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down with his boxer briefs.

He carefully maneuvered to straddle you, spreading your legs around him to make it easier to position himself at your entrance. “Billy. Does not. Love you.” He said, punctuating every few words by slowly dragging his tip through your petals, coating himself in your wetness. The words stung, just like he intended them to. Knowing you’d regret doing it, you mustered up all your remaining courage and spit at him, fighting the smirk at the unbridled anger on his features as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. Without saying another word, he sunk into you until he was buried to the hilt, one of his hands going to cover your mouth to muffle any sound of disagreement or protest. “He was never going to marry you.” He growled with a slow drag of his hips, followed by a rough thrust forward. “And he was never gonna pick you over her.” Another slow drag and rough thrust punctuated his words. “Billy was never going to knot you, or give you pups.” He sneered, his veil of composure beginning to wear thin(ner). “And most importantly...” He started, drawing his hips back until only the tip of his member was inside of you “he was never going to claim you as his omega in any capacity.” As he said the words, he slammed his hips into yours, his hand smothering the would-be loud moan you made.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it, kitten?” He asks as he rocked his hips roughly. “You want someone to make a good little omega outta you? Want someone to keep you nice and safe while filling you up with their knot day in and day out?” He asked tauntingly as his hip movements became harder and faster until they devolved into rapid rutting. “He never planned to give you what you wanted..” He growled, reaching between your bodies to rub rough, fast circles on your clit with his thumb. When he felt you were getting closer to your release, he pulled his thumb away and grabbed your chin, making you look into his eyes as he swore “but I do. I plan on giving you everything, kitten.” He promised. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, swallowing your pitiful noises at the feel of his knot swelling, his hips still rutting against yours. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you weakly attempted to push him off of you, knowing you stood no chance against the brick wall that was Frank Castle. When he finished swelling, locking your bodies together, he tore his lips from yours and sunk his teeth into your neck, over your mating gland.

The strangled sound you made started as one of pain as his teeth sunk deep into the tissue, an almost burning sensation emanating from the wound and slowly turning into a feeling of white-hot bliss as endorphins flooded every last nerve in your body, only to be topped by the feeling of your dam breaking as your orgasm crashed into you like a bullet train. All the different stimuli made it almost impossible for you to register the feeling of his release flooding your innermost chasm, filling you up, and truly giving you everything he had to offer. Lazily, he laved at the wound he’d left on your neck, panting heavily as he slowly calmed down. As his tongue slowly laved at the wound, you felt yourself being tethered to him as the mental bond quickly formed. Your brain, now too exhausted to fight it, surrendered to him completely. Without so much as slightly dislodging his knot, he flipped himself over and took you with him, laying you on his chest. “You’ll be a good omega for me, won’t you, kitten?” He asked in a husky voice. The lull of slumber was quickly calling you, seeping into your bones, leaving you only able to nod your agreement.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

#Frank Castle #Alpha!Frank Castle #Dark!Alpha!Frank Castle #Dark!Frank Castle #Frank Castle Smut #Alpha!Frank Castle smut #TW: Noncon/dubcon #TW: Noncon #TW: Forced claiming #TW: Forced mating #The Punisher smut

[lostalioth]

— 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐐!

this blog is fairly multi fandom but mostly it is marvel and stranger things. that doesn’t mean i won't write for characters out of those universes and i've even written some real person fanfiction [actors]. i also typically play favorites so some characters have more content than others do.

requests: are open, thots and fic ideas are very welcome. naughty, fluffy or even angsty thoughts!!!

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 -

necrophilia, incest, step siblings, pregnancy, daddy/little play [ddlg], age play, foot fetish, bimbo!reader, animal play, primal play, water sports, anything with the reader or the character being underage, alpha/omega, race play, male!character x male!reader, any characters i feel uncomfortable writing for, con-non-con, rape

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 -

x female!reader, smut [refer to what i won't write above before requesting this though], angst, fluff, poly relationships/threesomes, age gaps, dudcon, cheating [to the degree i feel comfortable], blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore [to some extent], praise and degradation, power imbalance, mommy/daddy kink.

each fic will have its own warnings so if theres anything in those warnings that would make YOU uncomfortable then simply do not read it! there will be no kink shaming on my blog so if you dont like it then ignore it or dont read it :)

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

— marvel

steven grant, marc sceptor, loki laufeyson, peter parker [andrew! and tom!], miguel o’hara, hobie brown, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, sam wilson, matt murdock, frank castle, thor odinson.

— chris evans

ransom drysdale, jake jensen, andy barber, steve rogers

— stranger things

eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟…

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henry’s personal stylist - @angrythingstarlight

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lingering - @someplace-darker

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☾ † “You’re pretty, but not too pretty to get facefucked.” Frank + werewolf au

𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀 | ᠻ.ᥴ.

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featuring alpha!werewolf!frank castle x bratty!omega!reader (f)

rating NSFW / MINORS DNI

content warning A/B/O dynamics, dubcon, facefucking, knotting, Frank’s an asshole, slight hatefucking, suggested age gap (reader is 18+)

summary your alpha’s got an interesting way to keep the pack in line.

word count 1.6k / mini musing

attention part of my fright nights event! not proofread; do not copy/repost/translate. please reblog ❤️

you can hear him from outside, the baritone reverberating as he tears into the betas and you find yourself fidgeting. he’s hollering so loud that his voice sounds like thunder, and you can envision the bulging vein on the side of his throat and the look in his dangerous gaze, the fire and fury that must be there.

you don’t move a muscle when he stomps inside, the heavy door slamming against the wall as he does so— your eyes cast down to avoid his glaring, though you can feel it burning through you.

the betas were all retreating with their tails tucked between their legs after their reaming, and you were next in line to be torn apart.

maybe you deserved it.

“Y’aint got anything to say?” Frank challenges as he steps close to you, chest puffed and heaving. his breathing is already ragged, like chewing out the betas had riled him into a feral state. “That’s a fuckin’ first.”

inhale. exhale. you tried to keep your heart from pounding and your breathing steady, but he was so close that you were taking in his warmth. hold your ground. “Do you want me to repeat myself?” you reply, acid dripping from your tongue as your eyes flicker up to meet his. any time the pack had a rally, it seemed that you always had a problem with at least one thing Frank had to say, a vision he has for the pack or a new stipulation he was implementing. everyone else did, too, but you were the only one brave or stupid enough to call him out.

“Nah, i don’t wantcha to repeat yourself—“ grinding his teeth, Frank reaches out and grabs your face with one hand, the pads of his fingers hollowing your cheeks as they press into them, and you wince, brows knitting together, “I want you to show me some Goddamn respect,” he hisses, leaning in close, “Learn your place, Omega.”

your eyes narrow, your pride getting the better of you, and against every ounce of common sense in your body, your lips part to speak again. “You have enough of the pack kissing your ass, I’m not going to be one of them.”

for several seconds following the quip, Frank only glares. his jaw is tight and working, fingers squeezing your face to the point of aching, before he releases you, shoving your head back as he does so. the force is so great that you stagger a couple of steps back to keep yourself upright. “I’m gettin’ real sick of that mouth of yours, someone’s gotta teach you to keep it shut.” as he speaks, he paces the room, both hands finding his belt. the leather shrieks as he yanks it free from the loops. “I got just the thing for you, puppy, now get on your fucking knees.”

you’re too busy massaging your sore jaw that you’re almost certain you mishear him. your countenance twists into one of distaste and you take a step back, “What? What are you going to do?”

“Teach you a very important lesson,” he insists as he steps closer, cracking the belt like a whip against the floor by his feet, “from now on, when you open that mouth, I’m gonna stuff it full of cock. Maybe it’ll teach you to think twice about saying anything at all.”

“You can’t—“

Frank’s brow quirks, “Oh yeah? Why not?” he scoffs, wrapping one end of the leather around his powerful hand. “Think you’re too good for it? I gotta tell you, little girl, you’re pretty, but not too pretty to get facefucked. On your knees. Don’t make me ask you again.”

this time, you knew better than to test him. it might’ve been the first time since he took over that you didn’t push your luck, but his eyes were wild and furious; you were never the type to pick your battles, but you found yourself avoiding this one as you drop to your knees— reluctantly obedient.

“Good. Open wide, pup.”

you do as instructed, albeit whilst also glaring up at him. your tongue hangs over the cusp of your bottom lip as an invitation. you find yourself salivating as you watch him undo his fly and do away with the pesky garments all together, the faded denim bunching up around his ankles, spilling over worn combat boots. his member, when pulled from a fabric prison, is already twitching and hardening in his palm, which he greases with spit and pumps himself to full attention. you soak through your panties in anticipation, shifting on your knees. he’s damn thick, with throbbing veins etching over his mighty inches, and a broad, red tip.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” he taunts, slapping the underside of his tool against your waiting tongue a couple of times with a tight-lipped grin. your breath on him, the stimulation from your nubbed tongue was enough to coax a hungry growl from deep within his throat. “What’s the matter, huh? Got one look at this fat cock and now you know I’m the one in charge? Or maybe you’re just all kinds ‘a content now, because this is exactly what you wanted in the first place.”

there’s a glimmer in your hues, a sparkle of loathing, of anger at his words. your pride getting the best of you, maybe, but he catches it, anyways. hooking the belt around the back of your head, he grips either side and urges his manhood beyond the threshold of your cavern with a powerful thrust of his hips. “Stare daggers all ya want for as long as you have any fuckin’ dignity, pup, because your alpha’s about to fuck it out of ya.”

you wouldn’t admit it, but there was an inkling of excitement within you, anticipating that the alpha would make good on his word.

his pace is not an easy one to adjust to, quick and sharp bucking that drives his the better half of his cock deep into your mouth, threatening to prod the back of your throat, already. regardless of the way you gargle, he doesn’t ease up. the belt working in tandem with his rhythm, forcing you to take as much as he wants, not as much as you think you can take.

“Tell you what,” he grunts, brows furrowed with his chin jabbing into his heaving chest so he can watch you gag on his girth, the imprint of his size bulging from your cheek when he shifts the angle— every time you whine, his lips threaten a proud curve, “I like you a whole lot more when your mouth is too full of dick to say a word, those pretty lips ‘a yours stretched around my fucking cock, you make a damn good little sheath, dontcha?”

if you could form anything coherent, you would’ve unleashed a verbal barrage Frank couldn’t even begin to expect— but your hatred for your alpha wanes in comparison to the arousal you feel when getting him off, the obscene and delicious flavor of his musk on your tongue, the way his thickness has your tiers pulled taut around it, oozing drool from the corners of your mouth to glaze your chin and drip a cocktail of spit and precum on to your top. so you furrow your brows, fiery gaze the best you could muster, and nod anyways. nod because you know that it’s true, you were being abused by the beast above you, and you were eating it up.

“Good pup.” he moans, knuckles white against the belt as he pulls you down further. far enough to feel the bulbous knot pop behind your teeth, essentially locking his cock in place in your cavern. maximum capacity, that’s what you’re thinking— his tip is nudging the back of your throat, his girth keeps your mouth extended until your jaw aches. and the pulsating knot ensures he won’t be pulling out until he cums. “You know what good pups get? Big, fuckin’ loads down their throats.” as if to punctuate his statement, Frank braces his feet against the floor, and jackhammer himself into you, his heavy balls slapping your chin and dragging strings of gooey spit like spider webs back from it. his knot hits the back of your teeth over and over, keeping him from pulling out in his furious rutting. you choke on him as he spears your throat with the engorged head until one final and cruel thrust buries him to the hilt into your mouth. a flood of warmth pours into your gorge. at first, you gag, pushing his seed to spill on to your tongue and leak along the distended seam of your sore couplet.

“Ah, fuck.” he exhales, cock twitching as it expels the final wave of ejaculate, that last, pent up, shaking climax before the pesky knot has all but disappeared into his sex, allowing him to pull himself free.

you sputter when finally granted the emptiness your aching maw craved, his cum staining your top and leaving flyaway hairs sticking to your shiny chin. “S—satisfied, now?” it was meant to sound sarcastic, but instead came out meek and hopeful. instantly, you cursed yourself.

Frank smirks, wrenching the belt from your head and fastening his pants around his waist, tucking himself back inside. “You want me to tell you that you’re good at getting that mug fucked?” he scoffs, amused, and squats in front of you, eye level with you for the first time tonight. you swallow hard, tasting his cum in your saliva. dark eyes flicker, admiring your soiled countenance, before he cocks his head, “Next time, it’ll be your sweet, little cunt that I fuck into submission, pup.”

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Wrecked (Part 4)

Pairing: Alpha Frank Castle x Omega Reader, Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, love triangle, smut

Summary: When Frank Castle found his way to your small town bar, you thought you had finally found your Alpha despite being a "wrecked omega" but when his best friend, Billy Russo, blows through town, your world tilts on its axis. You thought you found your happy ending but was it just more wreckage for your life?

A/N: Thank you to my beta reader and hype princess, @whisperlullaby

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You danced around Billy for the rest of the day. He always seemed to find a way to touch you or at the least, be within reach, and always solicitous. It hadn’t taken you long to realize your folly that morning. He was testing you, making sure you were loyal to his friend. Part of you wondered if Frank had put him up to it. Was he trying to find a reason to break it off with you? Did he regret his commitment to mate you? You hated the thoughts that continuously ran through your head. You jerk your head, trying to make the ugly thoughts go away. Would you ever find any peace from your own self-doubt?

“You okay, gorgeous?” Billy asks as he studies you from across the kitchen counter. 

“Fine,” you say, not making eye contact. 

“What time do you have to be at the bar?” he asks. 

“I’ve got to go get ready now. Are you guys coming by?” You look at Frank for the answer. 

“Nah,” Frank says. 

“Of course,” Billy’s answers simultaneously. 

“Okay, well, either way, I’ll see you guys later,” you retreat to your room to change. You wished you had a moment alone with Frank to ask him what was going on with him, but he seemed content to keep you at arms length. It was as you were driving that another explanation crossed your mind. What if Billy brought back memories of Frank’s mate, Maria? He had known her and Frank’s children. The thought made you sad and you wondered if you had jumped to conclusions about Frank’s remoteness. You resolved to talk to him about it tonight after close.  

Saturday night at any bar is busy and you were glad your other bartender was here. You really needed to find another hand, if only to give you a couple nights off a week. You usually take Mondays off but you'd been called in several times lately. You loved the bar but everyone needs a break sometimes. You hadn't taken a vacation since you bought it. 

You shake yourself out of your thoughts as a group bustles in through the door. Without them even making it across the floor, you get a pitcher going and gather glasses. They were regulars on Saturday nights. The group bought a few pitchers, played pool on one of the three tables, and were decent tippers. The leader of their group, Dane, came by to drop his card for the tab and grabbed the drinks. He was an Alpha and paid little attention to you outside of ordering and paying. Just how you liked them to behave. 

You were surprised when Frank and Billy actually showed. After their awkward exchange earlier, you assumed they wouldn't bother. Billy was all smiles as he approached and you set their drinks at two open spaces at the end of the bar. 

"Thanks," Frank said softly with a gentle look. It warmed your heart and you gave him a genuine smile. He looked in your eyes for what felt like the first time in days, though it had only been hours. 

"How's the night going?" Billy asks. 

"It's been busy but nothing we can't handle," you nod. 

"Can I get another?" A patron calls. 

"I'll check on you guys in a bit," you smile as you get back to work. 

The next hour goes by in a blur as customers come and go. You rarely have a moment to breathe and do little but refill glasses. The music was playing loudly and there was a commotion at one of the tables that calmed down with Jordan's quick work. It was a great night business-wise and everyone was having a good time. You had finally made it back over to the guys when, out of nowhere, the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Your shoulders tensed as you glanced around. 

"What is it?" Billy looked around before looking back at you. 

"I don't know..." your eyes continue to scan. 

"You probably just caught a chill," Frank attempts to reassure you. 

"Um,yeah... probably," you say softly. 

"I don't think so, Frankie," Billy disagrees. "Your face went white, gorgeous. Something set you off."

Frank glances around and shrugs, "Everything's fine. Relax. I'm gonna hit the head."

Taking a deep breath, you pour Billy another drink with a small smile, appreciative of his understanding. You glance up to check on the group at the pool table and see their pitcher getting low. You head that way to ask if they want another or to close out. Halfway there, you stop dead in your tracks when you make eye contact with a late arrival to the group. The Alpha that attacked you gave a sinister smile before lifting his glass. You look towards Jordan but he's dealing with a couple of young looking guys at the door. A hand grips your arm and you gasp, twisting to see Billy. A laugh rings out from your attacker's direction and your gut clenches. 

"It-it's him," you breathe out, frozen in place as your anger builds. 

"Who?" Billy looks and immediately knows. His hackles raise as he locks eyes, a challenge clear in the other Alpha's eyes. 

"He attacked me. Frank stopped him. He can't be here," you set off to face your attacker but Billy catches you.

"Hey, Let me handle it," Billy says. 

"It's my bar. I can handle it,"  you say confidently. 

"But you don't have to. Let me do this for you," Billy argues.

"No, I need to do this. I can stand up on my own," you pull away but, letting go of a little of your pride, you turn back to him, "But you can back me up." As you walk, you catch Jordan's eye and motion for him to join you. You approach the Alpha with them flanking you. "I'm only going to say this once, leave now."

"Brought your posse, huh?  Where's your hero with the crowbar? Couldn't hold on to him? He didn't want the broken Omega?" He says, darkly. 

"He's right behind you," Frank's gruff voice is accompanied by the sound of a pool stick taking out your attacker's knees.

"What the fuck?" Dane yells, seeing his friend being attacked. 

Frank stops him with the pool stick, "You don't want in on this."

"What is going on?" Dane looks at you for an answer.

"Last time he was here, I cut him off. After close, he attacked me by my car. He's not welcome here," you explain plainly. 

"Did he hurt you?" Dane asks.

"Nah, I hurt him," Frank grouses.

"Is that when you were in that 'car wreck', Matt?" Dane looks at his friend. 

"No. Back me up here, man!" Matt yells. 

Dane looks between Frank, Billy, and Jordan and shakes his head, "I'm good. Uh, when you're done here another round would be great."

"Sure, Dane." You look at the guys, "Get him out of my bar. Feel free to remind him why he's not welcome."

"We've got this," Billy stops Jordan from joining them. The dark smiles Frank and Billy exchange are enough to make your insides quell. Matt would be shitting his pants before the night was over. 

You grabbed the pitcher and flounced back to the bar as if nothing had happened, secure in the knowledge that he'd never show his face here again. His audacity was mind boggling. 

You settle back into the swing of things and finish off the night. Just as you were yelling last call, Billy and Frank come in with bruised knuckles. You pour them each a drink with a grateful smile. 

"Thanks for delivering the message," you wink. 

Frank smiles as he raises his glass, "Anytime."

You glance down at Billy's split knuckles, "Need some ice? Or a bandaid?"

"Nah, gorgeous," he licks the wound and takes a drink while staring at you. 

You don't know why but it was hot as fuck. Your mind immediately went to it doing other things and you have to swiftly shift your attention. You pour yourself a hit of whiskey, a rarity for you, but necessary to help you through these strange feelings coursing through you. 

“You okay, babe?” Frank eyes you. 

“Just a little keyed up,” you say, dismissively. 

“Sounds like you need an outlet,” Billy gives you a rakish look. 

Deciding to play his little game, you lean on the bar suggestively, “Any suggestions?”

Billy’s eyes betrayed him in that moment. Want was obvious but a moment of vulnerability flashed. He recovered quickly to send a smirk Frank’s way, “You’ve got a firecracker on your hands, Frankie.”

“She gets in her moods,” Frank cracks.

You raise an eyebrow at the comment but before you can reply, Dane walks up to close out his tab. He leaves a big tip and looks at Frank, “He still alive?”

“He was when we left him,” Billy says with a cagey shrug.

“He’s only in town a couple of times a year but once his dad hears about this, he won’t be back. Sorry for the trouble. Won’t happen again,” Dane nods to you as if sealing a deal. 

“Thanks. See ya next Saturday,” you say to assure his welcome to return. 

“Alright, let’s head out, Bill. Jordan, you’ll make sure she gets to her car?” Frank drains his glass.

“Uh, yeah. Of course,” Jordan says nervously. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll stay with her,” Billy states. 

“Wha- No, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” you retort. 

“I’d feel better if you weren’t alone,” Billy says sternly.

“Jordan will be here,” you argue. 

“She’s good, Bill. Let’s go,” Frank jerks his head toward the door. 

“You go ahead,” Billy says coldly. “I’m staying.”

“You always were a stubborn bastard,” Frank laughs, shaking his head. 

“Always,” Billy says dismissively. 

You clench your jaw in frustration but turn away to finish off the night. It was as if time sped up to leave you alone with Billy. The bar emptied quickly, the staff cleaned in record time, and before you realized it, Billy had told Jordan to head to his apartment. Taking the cash to the back room, you crouch down to lock it in the safe. It was the only way to put some distance between the two of you. His intent to get you alone was obvious to you and you wanted to get into the car quickly to limit it. What you didn’t expect was for him to be right behind you when you stood up from locking the safe. 

Gasping, you growl out, “Damn Marines and their fucking silent steps!”

Billy chuckles as he closes the little distance between you. 

“Don’t,” you put a hand up to stop him. 

“We need to finish our conversation from this morning,” Billy intimates. 

“The one where you tried to seduce your best friend’s Omega?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Were you testing me? Is this some sick game you play? Or did Frank put you up to it so he has a reason to dump me?” You practically spit the accusations. All of your anxiety and fears come to the surface with them. 

A muscle ticked in Billy’s clenched jaw. His dark eyes bore into yours as he leaned in closer. You stand your ground but you’d be lying if you said your insides didn’t quiver. His scent was suddenly more intense and you knew you had struck a nerve. His hand lashed out to grasp you by the throat and pull your face close to his. You wrap your hands around his wrist as your eyes widen. You should be scared, afraid of what this Alpha may do to you but you find yourself aroused by his reaction. Your thighs clench and heat pools in your belly despite you fighting these feelings. He takes a deep breath, pulling your scent in before speaking, “I don’t play games with other men’s Omegas. I don’t mess with Omegas at all, generally. But, I do go after what I want and from the moment I stepped in this damn bar yesterday, all I can think of doing is marking you as mine,” he growls.

“Why?” You ask, staring at him pleadingly, desperate for an answer. Mainly because you felt the same way. Your mind and body were screaming out for him. It was insanity, a delusion. It had to be. A reaction to agreeing to be mated. A seven month itch, fuck, it had to be something because whatever else it was, it was wrong.

“I don’t know. I can’t explain it but I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” he whispers. 

“I’m Frank’s,” you reply quietly. 

“Funny,” Billy says, trailing his fingers over the scent gland on your neck and sending a shiver through you, “I don’t see a claiming mark. You’re with Frank, you’re not his. Not yet… He won’t stay. He can’t. Even if he does mate you, he won’t stay.”

Those words broke whatever spell Billy was able to put over you and you felt the anger claw its way into you, “And you will?”

Billy’s lips part but nothing comes out. 

“Exactly,” You push him away. You grab your keys from the desk and flick the lights off as you exit the back room, “Let’s go.” 

You walk away without a backwards glance. Shutting everything down as you go, you make it to your car and slip in without him bothering to say anything more. Frank had told you Billy was known for going through the Omegas but you were kicking yourself for falling for his soulful shit again. Yes, you were attracted to him but he was just passing through town and no matter how much you wanted to give in, it would be stupid to lose Frank for nothing more than a quick fuck. You rode in silence to the cabin. Your anger and frustration were too intense to allow you to speak and Billy was similarly stoic. 

As soon as you were inside, you went to shower, feeling as if all you could smell was Billy on your skin. You ran the water hotter than normal and scrubbed your skin of any smell from him or the bar. When you entered the bedroom, Frank stirred, woken by the light from the bathroom. 

“Everything okay?” Frank asks, squinting. 

“No,” you say as you get on the bed. 

“What’s the matter?” 

You pull the blankets down and straddle his naked body. Kissing him hard, you pull back just long enough to whisper, “I need you.”

His arms go around you immediately and his mouth opens to kiss you more thoroughly. You reach down to pump his cock until it’s hard enough for you to slip it inside. Your walls clench around him. Breaking the kiss, you sit up to work your hips more quickly, allowing him to fill you more. 

“Jesus, babe, what’s gotten into you?” Frank moans as his hands cover your breasts to knead. 

“Fuck, needed this cock in me. Needed it stretching me out like only you can,” you answer, throwing your head back to let out a moan. 

“Quiet, babe. Billy will hear us,” Frank chuckles, sitting up and trying to pull you to him for a kiss. 

You push him back down forcefully and ride him harder, “Then he’ll know just how good you fuck me.” Your anger returns as you ride him. Anger at Billy for his very presence, anger at Frank for making you feel he always had one foot out the door, anger at your family for making you feel less than, anger at society that considered you nothing but a wreck. You rode all those feelings out on Frank’s cock and when that wasn’t enough you dug your nails into his pecs until he grimaced. You drag them down his chest leaving angry red marks, making Frank roar as he grabs you and throws you under him. He thrusts as hard as possible, driving impossibly deep, and forcing a cry from your throat. He doesn’t relent, pounding into you harder than he ever has, enough that you know your thighs will be bruised. You lose yourself in it, allowing your mouth to fall open and release moans and cries with no regard to who hears. When you come, your body bows and you release a full-throated scream. 

You lay like a ragdoll, completely spent and grateful for the release but Frank isn’t finished with you. Pulling out, he grabs your leg and flips you over. He pulls you up onto your knees and slams into you repeatedly from behind, grunting as he uses his hands to pull you back against him. Your skin slaps obscenely and you can do little more than curl your hands into the sheets as he fucks into you. When his hand lands a punishing slap on your ass, you cry out again. 

“Don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you tonight, but don’t worry, babe, I’m gonna fuck it out of you,” Frank growls as he continues his delicious assault on your pussy. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper, your eyes rolling back in your head as another orgasm slams through you. 

“That’s right. Let it out, fuck,” Frank pulls out of you and you collapse on the bed. Turning you on your back, Frank pulls one of your legs across the other and enters you again. You're twisted in half, breasts and face where he can see them, but your ass is still displayed as he fucks you. He grasps your thigh as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. “Play with them. I wanna watch you,” Frank brings your hand up to your breast. 

You pinch your nipples, twisting and flicking as he watches. His hips drive into you steadily and his thumb makes circles around your clit. Your orgasm creeps up on you, your attention on your breast but your body suddenly spasms and you let out a high pitched moan. It comes in waves and you clench down on Frank with each one. 

“Frankie, baby, please. I need you to fill me up,” you whine, exhausted.

“You want me to fill you up, you’re gonna have to work for it,” Frank grunts, pulling you up. He positions you on top of him in reverse cowgirl. “Ride me like you did the other night and maybe I’ll give it to you. Move that ass,” he says as he delivers another punishing smack to your ass cheek. 

“Oh,” you squeal as you begin to move. You’re so tired but you put all of your remaining energy into bouncing on his cock. You stick your ass out, giving him the full view. He licks his lips as he watches your dripping cunt swallow his cock. He grabs handfuls, delivers alternating smacks, and smears slick from your cunt to play around your tight, little asshole. 

“Play with your clit. I want to feel you come around my cock one more time,” Frank demands.

“I… I don’t think I can,” you whimper. 

“I ain’t coming until you come, ‘mega. I suggest you get to work,” he flexes his hips up into you to emphasize his words. 

You circle your clit, searching desperately for that toe curling feeling. You reposition your hips to allow his cock to hit your g spot a little better and begin making shorter strokes. You find it and ride it out, begging your body to give you just one more. When you felt yourself teetering on that precipice, you whined until the spasms hit. Your hips moved in jerky motions as the orgasm made your legs shake uncontrollably. 

Frank’s deep voice groans, “Oh, yeah, fuck. That’s it. Fuck.” 

You feel his knot lock in place and you sob as pleasure rolls through you. Frank rolls you to your side while you’re still connected. His big hand caresses your cheek before resting it on the back of your head. 

“That’s what you needed, huh? Just needed my knot filling you up, huh, ‘mega?” He whispers, exhaustion clear in his voice. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, glad that you were facing away from him so you could hide your tears. You were filled by a man who wanted you, so why did you feel so empty?

Part 5

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 9

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Witch Reader, eventual ? x Omega Witch Reader and Alpha Steve Rogers X Omega Witch Reader

Summary: Rejected by your true mate at 21, you’ve given up on the Fates and the Moon Goddesses giving you a second chance. Being a Roamer for the last 9 years, you’re an Omega hardened by the world. You’re safe on your own because of your witchcraft, but it doesn’t stop Alphas and plenty of others sniffing around, especially when you’re an unmated Omega witch, who’s wolf also happens to be white, the rarest kind. You don’t need anyone, but why do you keep coming back to Brookville and why do you keep walking into trouble and helping people that you don’t know but for some strange reason feel like family. And where is that smell of apple pie coming from?

Series Warnings: A/B/O, eventual smut, violence in parts, witchcraft, shapeshifters

Chapter Summary: Y/N, Frank and his pack prepare for a fight but it’s not just with Agatha. 

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of possible death, mentions of past violence and torture. 

Frank had asked you once if you were scared of Agatha Harkness. You were sitting at the kitchen counter eating pancakes, stacked with bacon, eggs and, what Frank thought was way too much syrup, after Billy had discovered you’d skipped breakfast again. You had simply shrugged your shoulders as syrup ran down your chin. It was stopped by Billy wiping it off with his finger, which he promptly licked. Frank rolled his eyes. “Lay off Bill, I’m trying to have a serious conversation.” Billy huffed as usual. You wiped your face with a napkin and set your eyes on Frank. “What is it Frankie?” “Are you worried?” he asked. “About what?” “That she’s escaped?” You shrugged again. “Why aren’t you worried? You’re not concerned by what she could be doing?” “I’m concerned. Of course I am. She sucks the powers out of witches Frankie. I’m concerned for other witches, I’m worried for them but I’m not scared, not for me anyway.” Frank and Billy exchanged glances. Why weren’t you scared for yourself. Had being on the road so long lead to you not caring for your own safety? That couldn’t be it, you’d have been in serious trouble by now. “The authorities seem to be. Especially if she’s gone back to Hydra.” Frank added. “We’ll if they’d have listened to W.A.C they wouldn’t need to be worried.” “W.A.C?” Billy asked “Witches Association and Council.” you replied. “What do you mean?” Frank asked. “They were asked.” “Wait, hang on, what are you talking about? Asked what?” “How to deal with her.” “WHAT!!?” Frank snapped. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Billy added. “Why are yelling?!” you raised your voice back. “How do you know this? How omega?” asked Frank. “How do you NOT know this? I thought you were in the know.” “Yeah! So did I! You’re telling me the witches tried to tell them what to do with her and they ignored it.” “Yep.” “You’re sure?” he pushed, as he’d begun to pace. “Yes, I’m sure Frankie. They asked them how to contain her and then didn’t listen.” “How do you know this Princess?” Billy asked. “I was asked.” They both snapped their heads in your direction. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? I am a witch you know? Why wouldn’t they ask me?” “You never said anything before.” Billy remarked. “Oh I was asked to assess Agatha Harkness isn’t something you drop into conversation.” “But why’d they pick you?” Billy asked. What the fuck was that supposed to mean. Frank noticed your back stiffen and your scent soured with anger. “Bill. She’s a witch, a damn strong one. Why wouldn’t they?” “Agatha is an alpha, she’s an ome…” You snarled, jumping off the stool and stepped towards Billy, invading his space. “Finish that sentence Billy boy, I fucking dare you.” as you crackled static magic through your right hand. “Omega witches aren’t weak!” Billy threw his hands up in defense. Frank was right he was an idiot. “That’s not what I, I don’t, look I didn’t.” he stuttered. “Bill?” Frank interrupted. “Yeah Frankie?” he replied, hands still up, not daring to take his eyes off you. “Shut up.” “When I was seven I shook a house Beta. Seven. Seven years old. And my stepdad beat the shit out of me for it. Every time I used magic, he’d punish me. Beat me, whipped me, he even tried to sell me once. Then I lost my shit and he never touched me again. He ruined me. Ruined me for my mate. Just like Agatha ruined all of those other witches for theirs!! I’ve seen them, I’ve seen them in the shelters. W.A.C asked for other witches to help when Hydra fell, if they ever did really fall! They told me what she did to them. Male, female, omegas, betas, alphas, it doesn’t matter to her! They told me the shit she did and it made my life look like a fucking picnic!” “Princess, that’s not true, what happened to you is….” “Irrelevant Billy. When you know what they went through, what I went through was nothing!! She did awful things to her witch sisters and brothers, she let fucking horrific things happen to them. They still scale us you know, just like they did after Salem, just like during the wars where they’ve used us over and over. W.A.C even do it themselves, put us on a scale and note how strong we are. So, I might be an omega Billy but don’t doubt what I’m capable of when I’m filled with rage and the wolf and witch take over!!! I know what my scale is and I know what hers is!!” you turned to Frank, “And you, don’t you ever ask me again if I’m scared of Agatha fucking Harkness!!! Because don’t doubt that if our paths cross or if she hurts you or anyone important to me I will snap that bitch like a twig!” And with that you stomped off into your room, which was actually Frank’s and slammed the door. Then you shook the house for extra effect. “You just don’t know when to shut up do you Bill.” Now, though Billy was silent as he watched you. “Baby, talk to me.” Frank asked as he rubbed your back soothingly. “Tell everyone to stay inside, lock their doors and windows. Put a line of salt at the door. If they have oils burn them. Doesn’t matter which just burn them. And tell them not to be scared, she thrives on that. They don’t need to be scared. She’s not getting passed me.” Frank nodded at Billy and the beta pulled out his phone and quickly sent an alert to the other packs in town. Frank swallowed hard. This was why you had to be here, this is why he felt the need to keep you close. He felt sick at the thought of you going up against Agatha but he’d seen what you could do, the strength of your magic, even when you made little effort, was like nothing he’d ever seen before. A couple of weeks ago you’d curled up his arms sniffling after the fall out in the woods. You were scared of what you’d got into. Worried they could have followed. Maybe even worried they’d try and take you like they had so many others. Hydra rogues were unpredictable. You were unmated and even with your powers and strength it was natural for you to be scared. You were an omega after all. He wasn’t scared of rogues or any Hydra goons. He was a little scared of witches like Agatha. But you weren’t. Franks attention was pulled away from you as Luke mind linked to him, telling him there was a problem, as he rushed through the gate and into the backyard. “I’m aware Luke, it’s Agatha.” he replied out loud. “Agatha? What? Here? I was talking about the docks.” Luke replied. “She’s at the docks.” you replied still in a trance like state. “Well so are a bunch of Hydra assholes.” “WHAT!!” Frank and Billy growled. “The emergency button was just pushed.  They’ve took shots at the security guys. Ones dead Frank, there’s a couple wounded. I’ve told them to bunker down in the box.” “How’d they even get in there?” Frank growled as he moved back inside through the house, Luke following him. “They didn’t. They’re on the town owned part. The guys took a look, they knew something was off as the summer boats aren’t running yet.” Frank pulled open a hidden wall panel and pulled on a bullet proof vest and loaded himself up with weapons. The front door opened as Elektra power walked in, adorned in a stealth suit from her military days, weapons on her sides. She was holding a Stark Pad and flipped it to show Frank. “Five vehicles. All hired, which is why the cameras weren’t triggered. Four guys in each, apart from the middle one. A van. Looks like there’s a couple in the front. Heat signatures show four tied up in the back. “You put the call in?” Frank asked. “Yep. S.H.I.E.L.D are on route. Apparently they lost them in Yorktown, been tailing them for a couple of months.” Frank shook his head in disbelief. Not only had S.H.I.E.L.D been given the slip by Hydra, they had the nerve to not tell anyone what was going on. Frank and his pack had fought side by side S.H.I.E.L.D. They had been S.H.I.E.L.D’s special task force and now they’d led Hydra to his doorstep. The last time they were here they’d killed his wife and kids. To say he was pissed was an understatement. Frank knew one thing for sure. None of those bastards were leaving alive. “What’s the plan boss?” Luke asked. “You in? Completely understand if you want to stay back with Jess and the kids.” Luke gestured down at himself, showing he was already dressed for the fight. “Luke…” “They’re in the bunker with Matt, Foggy and the others. She said to tell you I’m in and if I’m not she is.” Frank sighed and shook his head. He knew Luke was right. If he sent him back, Jess would only replace him. He nodded at Luke and turned towards the still open door that led to the garden. Your hands twitching as you strengthened the shield over the town. Billy’s hand had replaced his on your lower back and his eyes were on you, filled with worry. “Bill get your gear on!” he yelled. Billy turned and looked at Frank and back at you, not wanting to leave your side. Elektra spotted Billy’s concern and made her way towards them. “Get your gear Russo. I’ve got the little witch covered.” Elektra took his place at your side as he rushed in to put on the gear that Frank practically through at him. You side eyed her briefly. “You OK?” she enquired. You nodded. “Is Jess in the bunker with the kids?” “Yes, Matt and Foggy are too, as well as the other pack members.” “I need you to tell them something.” “Go on.” Elektra replied, stepping closer to you. “If somethings happens, if something happens to me….” “Nothing is going..” “Elektra I need you to listen.” you were forceful in your voice and turned to face her as a clap of thunder rippled through the shield a demonstration of its strength to anyone looking. Elektra lowered her eyes and had to stop herself tilting her head in submission. She put it down to the fact you were full witch right now, your powers on full display and the wolf in you ready to come out but there was something in it. You were still an omega and something in your assertive tone screamed True Luna but that was a conversation for later. “Do you remember the conversation we had about flares? Do you remember?” Elektra nodded of course she remembered. Mostly because you were all a little drunk and you were wearing cut off denim shorts and those damn boots but she remembered. “I can take Agatha, I have no doubt in that, but I’m not bullet proof and even I can’t fully protect myself, all of you, the town and snap that bitch like she deserves.” “We’ll watch your six rarity.” You chuckled to yourself. “Elektra, I don’t even know what that means.” “It means we’ll watch your back.” “Well, I appreciate that but you need to protect the pack and the town…” Elektra went to interrupt but you stopped her with a look. “If anything happens to me, one way or another I’m taking her down. I’ll make sure it’s the last thing I do. If something happens to me, the shield will stay up for two or three hours. In each of your bunkers there’s a black flare. There are some in the library, the town hall, the central bunker and Violet’s diner. Each one is in the furthest north corner. As soon as that shield starts to crack set them off. They’ll give you another hour to get things under control. Any witch connected to W.A.C that sees them will help.” Elektra nodded and tried to hide her concern. “Why are you telling me this and not Frank and Billy?” You cocked an eyebrow at her. “How do you think they’ll react if I get hurt?” “Ok, point made.” “When the light goes..” “Rarity…” You smelt the change in her scent as she thought of them losing you. You cupped her cheek in your hand and she took a shuddered breath. “When the light goes out my eyes I’ll be gone, couple of hours, the time will be up and the shield will crack. Jess will need to start the flares. Understood?” Elektra nodded. “It’ll keep any of Agatha’s followers out, Hydra goons too.” You’re attention was pulled away by Billy striding towards you in his gear ready for the fight. “Princess what do you need?” “Just my broom, bag and my resting bitch face.” you replied as you entered the house, Elektra following. There were faint smiles and huffs from around the room as you put your hand out and summoned your bag and broom. “And this.” Frank said stepping towards you, placing a bullet proof jacket over your head and strapping the sides together. You went to speak but he shut you off with a look, placing his lips against your ear. “Don’t think I didn’t hear what you just said to Elektra.” He moved and placed a kiss on your temple as he continued. “You were right to tell her because I’ll be burning the world down if you get hurt.” Frank placed his temple against yours as you cupped his jaw, feeling Billy against your back and his head on your shoulder. You reached around with your other hand and ran your fingers through his hair. It felt like something was ending. Like this could be the last time you held each other. It felt like goodbye. Meanwhile in Brookville…… “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not saying?” Bucky asked. “What?” came the reply. “Don’t act dumb Steve. There’s something you aren’t saying. So tell me Steve, screw keeping it until to yourself, protecting us or whatever other bullshit you’ve come up with and talk.” Steve ran his hand down his face. “How bad is it bud? They’re regrouping aren’t they?” “It looks like there were more strays than they thought.” “Make sense. There were ten of them in the woods, plus we know it would have taken more than a couple to grab Pietro.” “They’re all alphas.” “Who are?” “A couple of other packs are missing members too. They’ve taken alpha’s, smaller ones but they’re alphas.” “So they’re trying to convert them, recruit them, strengthen their numbers, could be worse for hostages if they’ve linked back up with Agatha.” “I looked at the profiles of the others and Pietro was the strongest, so…” “So, they were here to grab Wanda, to use her to manipulate him, to get him and then the others to comply.” “You know I hate that word.” Bucky went to speak but was cut off by the ringing of Steve’s phone. He knew that ringtone. It was Fury’s. The meant to be dead Fury, but nothing surprised Bucky now and he simply cocked an eyebrow at Steve as he answered. “Thought you were dead.” “Well lucky for you I’m not.” “What do you want Fury?” “We got them Queensborough, near to Castle’s docks. Intel says Maximoff is one of the hostages.” “We’re on our way.” He hung up the phone and turned to the beta. “Call Stark, we’re going to need the jet.”

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #alpha steve rogers x reader #alpha steve rogers x omega reader #steve rogers x witch reader #alpha steve rogers x omega witch reader #billy russo x reader plantonic #frank castle x reader plantonic

[americancowgirl19]

She's King Masterlist

Summary: You take your father’s place as King despite being a woman. In order to make peace and end the war you agree to meet the prince - who ends up being your fated mate. You can only hope your fated mate gets along with the mate had chosen before you met him.

Series Warnings: Angst, sexual implications (no full sex), fluff, politics, grief, character death(s), war, violence, a/b/o universe, royal au

Reader: Alpha Female Reader

Pairings: Beta Frank Castle x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt Murdock

Main Masterlist

Act One

Part One - She's King

Part Two - Negotiations

Part Three - Siege

Part Four - Trepidatious

Part Five - Plots

Part Six - He's Queen

Part Seven - Whistles

Part Eight - Revenge

Part Nine - All is Well

Act Two

Part One - Scent Change

Part Two - News to Share

Part Three - In the works

#She's King #x fem!reader #x female reader #x reader #x female!reader #female!reader #fanfiction #fanfic #matt murdock x frank castle x reader #matt murdock x reader #frank castle x matt murdock #daredevil x reader #punisher x daredevil #frank castle x reader #frank castle #alpha!reader #alpha!female #beta!frank #omega!matt murdock

[izbelross]

The World Might Not Want To Change

Chapter 2/3

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

Hi again, Isa here ✨ thank you for reading the first prt, I hope you enjoy this second 😚 I had this ready for a while but between my holidays and an upcoming existential crisis I wasn't on the mood to do something else but read...

Thanking once again @raelwrites for the inspiration given with her masterpiece: Gunpowder and Cinnamon.

Warnings: Black humor. Angst, fluff, mentions of dead characters, slight triggering topics (please be careful with this) Bad words (?) cursing.

Pairings: alpha!reader x omega!Matt Murdock x alpha!Frank Castle, platonic!Beta! Yelena Belova x alpha!reader.

"Even if you denied your inner alpha by using you telekinetic and telepath abilities you can not stop yourself from wanting to protect those close to your heart. Even if that meant bringing dangerous people in search of your blood and pain from people that used to be long ago, your pack."

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Charles woke up screaming your name, his hands thrashed against the sheets and the feeling of drowning overcame him "Look at me! Charles focus on me!" A voice was inducing him out of the flash of your mind and the imminent dead in it

"Charles, look at me! You are here, in the school, you are with me!" His lover scent washed all over the place, the always soft and comforting lemon now was bitter, stressing Erik who tried to engulf it with his own ivy influence.

Slowly, Erik coaxed his mate into consciousness, until Charles's eyes were focused on his and the choking breath became even. His hand flew to Erik's shoulder, grasping it with enough force to bruise "I saw it– it's a memory, something that happened a few moments ago. I– they're in danger– we can't– we can not–" Erik made him sit up on the corner of the bed, hanging his head between his legs.

"Ja, mein leibe, breath... like that, deep breaths."

Charles did what his alpha commanded and soon his head clear enough to be able to speak properly, first was your name and Erik was already preoccupied " needs us, I couldn't see very well, but it was like I was there, with them." His mate kept making small reassuring circles on his back.

"How was that possible? Their mind was supposed to be closed for you."

The last time Erik talked to you was when you were leaving in a rush, to never come back to them. Charles couldn't get into your mind and that had almost broke him, Erik understood, he really did, after all Jean and Scott where your first pack, who never let you down and who didn't let you let any body down. They were your world and you were theirs, until Phoenix.

Even after knowing all that, Erik still ached for the day you left them. He knew your pain was bigger than everybody else, bigger than Logan's, but it didn't stop him from missing you, you were like a daughter to him, to Charles. You used to call him "Ada" like the endearment from the stories you loved so much. And letting you go broke him from the inside.

"They were protecting someone." The voice of his mate made him ground himself.

"Who?"

"Their pack mate."

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"Yelena snarled at the first moment Frank took out his gun and in a blink you were moving as well as Matt, but it wasn't fast enough. "No!" A bullet was shot and then the world faded to black."

It was like you disconnected from the reality. Your body was there but it was like you were watching everything from the ceiling of the big ass factory. Yelena's snarl and the upcoming danger made your inner alpha snap and for a split of a second your power slipped out of your tight minded grip.

Your power was always perceived for you as Jean's one. But a long time ago you wondered if there wasn't more inside you. It felt like you could fold the very existence with your bare hands. You felt powerful, more than Charles's mind tricks and Jean hidden existential crisis. And now, well... seems you were right.

You saw the single second the lights were obscured with a dense cloud of darkness, like a liquid floating in space and surrounding Yelena and your self and... Matt, still behind the guy.

When the lights went back on you were all in the same spot, you protecting an enraged groaning Yelena and the man in front of an indecisive Matt. But the bullet that was shot was slowly evaporating inches from your forehead.

The snarling alpha, still wounded, opened his eyes quite comically and your neutral scent hit all three of them. It wasn't bitter or overbearing, it was as –exactly the way you felt– it wasn't there reacting to the moment.

"The fuck?" Said Frank before taking a sniff and involuntary relaxing to the welcomed scent.

Yelena said your name, holding your hand to grab your attention, she would have been happy and all over the clouds, if this was but a different scenario. However now you needed to come back to your senses. She tried to step in front of you but with an enormous force you grab her from the waist, stopping her from coming between you and the man still holding the gun.

Perhaps she would regret this, but there was nothing else that came to mind "Alpha."

Your gaze snapped to her and then she noticed the blue glowing iris, no pupil. In a way it was endearing, your hold on her was soft yet firm and your calm face while gazing into her eyes mesmerised her

"Stay" the tone was that of a command and she found herself obeying with happiness. It would have been perfect, your scents mixing and recognising each other. But you looked back at the men and suddenly Yelena remembered that even if this was the first time you let her scent you, a man had just shot you, and failed miserably, but still.

Matt didn't realised it at the beginning, but as seconds passed after your command he could hear you, all of you, the sound of you being alive, being there. Not like a ghost that was able to move things like a fucking poltergeist, no, now he could sense you.

"Put the gun down or I will make you." The guttural tone of the alpha in you was growling, asserting dominance over the situation. A chill swept over Frank's spine and even if his alpha snarled and purred at the sound, he put that weird reaction aside. He gulped once, twice and with another sniff of your scent –which was still neutral, without true feeling behind– Frank put the gun down, making Matt let out a sigh of relief. "Now. Get. Out."

"Hey no, wait–" Matt tried to talk but you wouldn't even look his way, Frank's scent –wood and pine– was washing all over him and protecting him from yours, even if you were the dominant in this moment, Matt was his. And you were just a menace –that helped him, yes, but he didn't know you– "Not you omega. The alpha that tried to kill my pack." Welp, thought Matt, here we go...

"Like fuck I will!" Your posture remained the same and The Devil from Hell's Kitchen was counting the sound of the palpitations on your chest. They didn't change, your breathing didn't race. You had no physical reaction to the last threat, unease creeping at him.

The amount of scents flowing through the room made your clouded mind start to clear. First it was your surroundings, your body felt like yours again, the arm behind you that kept Yelena secure against your back was turned to life again, you could feel the texture of her sweater in your fingertips, every fibre of it and you centred yourself in that.

"Hey, alpha," Matt whine made Frank and you look at him, and his focus traveled between both of you. "There's no danger in here." He said your name with exquisite delicacy and held Frank's hand "they healed you, Yelena healed you. This is their safe space." He let his suave essence been known then,

Both men connected their gazes, one with uncertainty, worry and the other reassuringly. At his omega's soft purring, Frank took a deep breath and looked back at you.

You were slowly starting to realise what you have just done and so, the scent of comfort, warm that guarded Yelena started to buzz with fear.

The omega heard it then, your heart started beating faster by the second, your skin showing microscopic drops of sweat.

Frank almost took a step to you as the sudden decrease of your scent. The lack of cerulean glow in your eyes melted away.

The air around shifted between the omega, your beta and the alpha and... you could scent yourself again, after many years you almost forgot what was the characteristic of your inner alpha.

Yelena's was the first that enraptured you in an almost cooing manner, trying to reassure you, she was like the grass on the morning dew, freshly wet earth, fresh and cool. Your heart ached for it, your alpha purred and whined searching for comfort, to hold onto her and never let her go... but your mind was stronger and it couldn't avoid the other scents that were trying to reach you, out of a longing that Matt and Frank didn't know they had.

You flinched when they mixed with yours and Yelena's, like a brick hitting you straight in the face.

“No" you dropped Yelena from your grasp, the factory coming out of the darkness and you started to retract yourself, putting little by little all the walls you had carefully planted around your mind, your body, the air surrounding you. The memories were flooding your mind, you couldn't take this, you couldn't do it again-

"Stop, you will hurt yourself." You heard from somewhere around you, it wasn't your beta.

No... no, she was not your beta, she was Yelena, her own person, she wasn't your belonging she was... "Don't you dare touch her!" A feminine voice snarled and the alpha in you growled out for you to help her and to stop you from hiding your scent from them.

Matt tried to reach out for you before Frank and Yelena could stop him, but a snarling ripped out your throat –one that had him recoiling with a whimper– and stop him. You were going into a frenzy, he could hear you, you were about to pass out if you continued this way.

Your name came out in a harsh voice, deep, strained, it was the alpha in there commanding you. "Whatever you are trying to do is starting to hurt you. You must stop. Now." it didn't do anything, it actually had the contrary effect. And then the triggering happened

"Alpha."

In a whiplash that caused you a stinging pain in every muscle in your body, the power around you completely covered you, your sense returned. Your alpha cried, snarled at you, it was begging now, whimpering in pain for having lost the freedom you deny yourself. It groaned, it scratched against your head bringing you down and making you ache from the inside.

But you had had enough.

"Do not call me that." The room became quiet.

Matt couldn't hear you anymore, you were there but not there. Frank couldn't scent you, like your calming aroma never existed in the first place. And that was the beauty of the chaos power you possessed. You wiped every trace of existence from the world, including your own self, every little trace.

Yelena enveloped you in her arms, she understood, she knew and so she blinded you from the alpha looking at you with longing and the omega who was crouched in the floor, four steps away from you both.

She didn't smell like anything anymore. You weren't able to recognise her apart from the smell of her fruity shampoo. You breathed and your brain was welcomed with the smell of the old decadent building, helping your mind to remind yourself where were you.

"Al–"

"Don't" Yelena cut Matt before another disaster happened. "We helped you, now get out of here."

"They can't continue doing this to themselves, it will kill them." Spoke again the lawyer. Neither of you answered and by the incessant movement between clothes you might have been a shaking mess with words spoken from under your breath.

"Now they know where I am, not the– the wrong ones but Charles... he surely heard me, he has never stoped searching for me. He will come and I can't Yelena, I just can't..."

Frank was there, stunned, watching your beta comfort you in a way that if it was anyone but a different person, he would have took you out of her arms only to be nestled between Matt's. Or his.

It was weird, how such emotions could come up to his mind only by getting your scent once, and to his disappointment it was already fading away.

"Who is coming for you?" Matt's question startled you all. You didn't have the mind to answer, you couldn't hear past your own sobs, the cooing of the beta holding you and the memories flooding your mind. Memories of days that you were sure have locked away in the farthest part of your brain.

But so much could you do against time.

"Later." Her arms snaked around you and lifted you with little trouble until you were secured and holding onto her for dear life. "You better get some rest. If you're going to stay better to do something useful and start planning what to get for breakfast. That's the least think you could do after today." Yelena growled.

Without waiting for them to answer she walked slowly to the stairs, careful not to drop you and not waisting energy when hoisting you up every time you slipped a little.

Yelena laid with you all night, talking to you about her travels before meeting you and the adventures she had before the blip. All the amazing women she met and the few that helped her.

At first you couldn't listen with the pain in your forehead and the heart hammering in your chest. But after two hours of buzzing in front of you, her voice became audible. Looking at her profile you listened to every tiny detail she gifted you with.

There were some stories of little battles that resembled some you had when you were still with the X-men and then, after you left them. So you shared them as well.

You supposed that perhaps, every individual that dedicated their lives to a major good, was going to coincide in some aspects of their fights. And you dare to wonder, if you shared this kind of talks with the omega down stairs... what stories would you two share and agree with?

The breath in your lungs hitched. Yelena, noticing, swung an arm around you, nestling her face in your neck, where your scent gland should smell more, it didn't. But still she pictured it again, fading away in her memory, just like the chaos magic around you worked.

"The man is The Punisher. He was startled to be in a foreign place and so he shot you. Your crazy ass dissolved the bullet and then your eyes started glowing and you tried to kick him out right before you came back to your senses – I mean not exactly normal senses but you know what I mean–" you rolled your eyes and she chuckled. You were almost back to her.

The silence was a welcomed one for a few minutes. Charles surely knows where you are now. Which means that the first one they will contact is Logan... which only means you are fucked and... yeah, that's it.

"Do you wanna talk with them?"

"The X-men?" You looked at her with a raised brow.

"No, little Satan and his boyfriend downstairs. You looked quiet pissed before but, I think they will survive you now." Laughing a little you couldn't deny that a tiny bit part of you would have wished to stay an alpha and scent them. Both of them. But the coherent and pained bigger part in you said 'nah, we are good, thank you'

"Yeah, I really don't want to... but I have to so... let's go, you rat." She rolled her eyes and both of you got up the bedroll to meet the men at the bottom of the building.

"Why didn't ya tell me, Red?" If Frank got a penny for every time Matt did something stupid in pos of his so called safety, then he would have been not rich, but able to buy at least two automatic cars with an entire insurance.

"You were almost dead and the other half of the time you were trying to kill me. So, I couldn't really ask you how you wanted to break free from the mind control they had you in, you now?" Matt's scent washed over his alpha, reassuring him even if the other scoffed unamused. He wouldn't have it any other way even if it still worried him that he put his own self in danger just to keep him safe. "Besides, I kinda had in mind what would happen."

"Yeah, which part? Me almost putting a bullet through their head or them almost killing me with the glowing bulbs they have for eyes?"

"First of all, you were so far away from killing me that it's offensive for you to even consider that," your voice startled the alpha, making Matt's mocking smile appear, 'little bastard', murmured Frank. "Second, my eyes are more like stars in the sky for what I've been told, thank you very much."

"Funny, quite funny actually, if you looked from my perspective sweetheart, they looked like the last light at the end of the tunnel, sm'where no one wants to go with true meaning." Frank looked at you from the couch and caught himself missing the scent he smelled in you a few hours ago.

"Castle, be nice"

"I'm being nice, Red. They over there, just have the right sense of humour." Now, your eyebrows furrowed.

"I actually meant that, y'know. It's not like a tiny man like you could defeat me."

Yelena rolled her eyes and walked to sit in front of Matt. He smiled at her direction.

"Little? Doll, you have no idea how wrong you're." He stood up, now you were fully conscious that yes, indeed, he was way taller than you expected.

While walking towards you, his arms crossed and almost every ounce of alpha commanding scent washing over you and Matt and in consequence, Yelena, that scrunched her nose.

"Don't do that." Your playful banter was over, Matt could hear it and Frank could see it in the way your small smile fell and the pursue in your lips looked like that one of a wolf groaning in aggression. "If you want to keep your nutsacks attached to your body do not go all alpha near us."

The Devil left out a soft chuckle that threatened to become a full laugh at his alpha little heart attack.

Frank immediately retreated. His hands up in front of him, his scent fading. You didn't use a commanding voice, but he could recognize the fear behind the rage, like the mask you used now. "M'sorry." He mumbled.

He went to sit alongside Matt. You exchanged a reassuring look with Yelena searching for food in your bag, almost everything was out of the 24 hour store and this earned a disapproving look from the alpha in front of you. "What? Do you want to go to a restaurant?"

"Let's talk about the main problem here, ok?" Your gaze snapped away from Frank's annoyed look, right back at Yelena. "The problem we have here is that even if we do know the location, the replica of the stone and it's properties are unknown, if and only if the power that it has is the same as one of the Infinity Stones, then... we are fucked."

"I could grab it." You said.

"Sure, sure. You don't even know how much power you can bend."

"I can do it!"

"Really? Tell me again, how many times have you grabbed and survived an Infinity Stone with the power to– I don't know, evaporate half the universe?" You sighed, of course you could fucking do it!

"She's right," continued Matt "you don't know that. We need another option. Perhaps someone else that has the power to destroy it even." You opened your mouth to speak but the alpha stopped you. "Do you happen to know someone with that characteristics, Matt? I think they could do it." The omega didn't seem faced by The Punisher calling him by his name. The snarl he gave was more because of even suggesting using you to grab an unknown powerful stone.

"Of course I can do it!" Matt and Yelena let a low 'sure' course you can' you ignored them "Besides we don't have the time to search for someone. For what we know they could be already manufacturing it."

"In that you're wrong, as well as in the 'I can do it', we do know that it's still in programming, it's being made in a facility outside of the city, but still close enough for the easy manoeuvring. For being an evil lair they are pretty concerned for the well being of his employees."

"Where is this facility?"

"Four hours from here."

The four of you sit there in silence, eating from the junk food you gave them earlier.

Frank was a little on edge. They had already fought against Fisk and his problematic childhood trauma consequences. Now there was a bigger threat that not only concerned Hell's Kitchen but seemingly the entire world if the plans of the big guy were to be on full display.

"Did you talk with the contact Matt gave you?" Asked you Yelena.

You went to see this Foggy Nelson and he informed you of everything he knew about the last case and everyone involved —by Matt's request—

He was a little on edge, —as everyone seemed to be— when you entered 'cause of the lack of scent and Karen couldn't even stop herself from asking if you were, real? It wasn't the weirdest thing someone has told you, but still made you snort when you remembered their faces.

"Yep, no one has had any kind of contact with the former Kingpin... and not even the threats seemed to change his answers" You had gone to the places of every men and women that were between the suspects of crimes in the name of Fisk. But no one even dare to lie. You made sure of that.

Matt tilted his head "You went– you went to see each one of them?" He clenched his fist with the lack of heartbeat from you.

"Well, yes. It's not that I don't trust your contact –fine I don't, but that's not why I didn't go. I needed to meet them, in case something goes wrong when everything is ready to go."

"I might know of someone that can help with some info." Frank spoke and looked between the three of you. "Deadpool, he, uh, 'left' some info on his safe trash can, s'mthing about a plot twist or shit."

Frankly he couldn't even remember the exact words but Wade had made sure that Frank remembered the exact location of that bag, and when he tried to know more about it or take it, Wade only told him that if that bag was touched before he met an alpha without scent then he would spend all of his days with his little apartment covered in a black mass of unknown precedence.

Frank already knew that Wilson was a little psycho so he followed through, besides he didn't really think that it would actually come a time when you, an alpha without scent, would appear on his life.

"I don't think anything from him could be of help, Frank." Yelena said and Frank looked at her with terror. You let out a chuckle when Matt's mouth hanged open. Russian girls an their unfiltered words.

"We could try and see what he has left. The last time I helped Wilson it wasn't that bad actually." You murmured.

Frank sighed. Yep, this was a very weird experience.

"So, Frank," continued Matt " will go fish the info and I will continue patrolling. The little facility is under vigilance 24 7 and the guards are changing rounds every three hours and never leave the place. There's a truck that brings them supplies which comes from outskirts of New York, I will follow it and try to sneak through." You all nodded in agreement.

"I will go with you," Yelena said and the omega agreed with a tiny smile. If you were out of the cocoon of your power, you would have smelled their scents mixing and knowing each other "I need to map out the easiest exits and the emergency entries."

"Then I guess I'll–"

"You," the beta interrupted you " will deal with the problem of your power and the ones that are surely on their way here." Shit, you forgot about that.

"Who is coming from you?"

"What?"

Both Frank and Matt growled at the seeming threat. Someone was coming for you? And you were going to be left alone?

"Yeah, I– I used the power back there remember?" They nodded "I'm being track by my last pack. They are good people just a little concerned for me not contacting them for almost six years." Yelena gave you a look, and the other problem? "They don't know, ok? It wasn't enough of my power for them to reach me." She sighed in relief and gave a squish to your hand.

"And when they find you what? Will they take you with them?" Frank bit out, a growl threatening in his chest.

The problem was that his own reaction confused him, he didn't know why, he didn't wanted to know so he searched refuge in Matt, who let him nuzzle against his hair.

"If I want to go with them then, yes, most probably." You couldn't find it in yourself to look at them, the way Matt was comforting Frank who was visible angry. Or the hands of the omega clenching and unclenching one in Frank's vest chest plate and the other at his side. "This is not the point anyways. Take this" you gave each a little transmitter with a tiny ear microphone "it has a range of ten miles so if you need assistance from us" you said pointing at Frank and then you "you'll have to use the burner phones or a radio from the facility."

With everyone agreeing you sit back sighing. This one was going to be a ride to remember.

"Hey," murmured Yelena. "Sure you'll be ok? I could stay." You denied with your head and hugged her while laying down. It was a comfort and she wrapped her arms around you searching for it as well. "What little Satan said– if they want you to go with them– I'm not asking this just for you to not do it, I just wanna know– will you go with them?"

Your arms tighten around her and you pressed you nose to her neck, her scent would have been bitter with concern? Would she have enveloped you with it? Would she be letting you scent her with your own?

"Yes, but I would drag you along and if they didn't want you then I would just flip them off and keep myself with you." Yelena laughed, surprisingly relaxed.

"Flip them off? You would probably do more than that don't lie." You disentangled yourself a little, for the offended look you gave her. "Excuse me? I'm a proper person, and like one, I do know how to behave."

"By flipping them off."

"Shut up, Belova, you scream obscenities at people all the time!" You whispered in a scream.

"It doesn't count if they don't understand it!"

Behind you two, the alpha and the omega sat together. Matt was playing with Frank's finger while listening to the conversation with closed eyes. Frank had his head on his omega's lap, enjoying the soft murmurs and little laughs his beta and his alpha made.

"You feel it too, right Red?" Matt smirked.

Even if you were probably still pissed at him, at both. They couldn't deny the pull they felt towards you both. In quite a different meaning. It was there with Yelena, she was the scent that even then comforted them, a little of light for you as well as for them. She cared for you, protected you and you did the same for her.

And then there was you.

The scent you owned was no longer in the air. But Matt couldn't stop trying to get a whiff every time you laughed a little louder or moved to get more comfortable. He couldn't hear your heartbeat. And for that little time where you let your powers down, it made him long for you as much as he longed for Frank. And Frank, for god's sake.

He thought he was surely going insane. There he was in front of you, right after he shot you and the first thing that crossed his mind wasn't how well he protected Matt, no. He felt fear, and as fast as that emotion came it went away.

It was uncommon to get imprinted on someone so fast, and for solely a few seconds of even not direct contact. But there they were.

Why did you hide your scent? Why did you get angry when Frank called you alpha? Yelena was there, acting like your pack, like your beta, but you didn't act as an alpha. You behave like one when your eyes were glowing and the darkness crawled at the place. But then–

It was like you almost hated it. And if you hated it in yourself, would you hate it on him? Would you reject him for being an alpha?

"I feel it too." He said your name in a whisper, longingly "calls for us. Perhaps they can scent it, their power wouldn't allow it, but it would be the same for them, if their guard was down."

After a few minutes of soft touches and purring, Frank spoke again "Be careful later will'ya? Don't wanna have to drag you out of that place."

"Don't worry Frank. I'll be."

"Take care of Yelena, too."

"Mhm, yes alpha." Frank groaned.

"You take care of yourself too, and our alpha."

"We won't be near each other." Murmured Frank.

"Now, now. I seriously don't believe you're gonna let them alone for long, will you?" At Frank's little scoff the omega smirked and kissed his lips. Their combined scents made Yelena smile a little, her own scent dancing with theirs, calming them.

Carding you closer from your position, nuzzled in her chest, the only thing that she wished she had right now was you.

Having you completely.

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"Well, shit."

You had been waiting patiently for one hour, surveying the few abandoned houses around the factory. Yelena left, with you promising to take care of yourself and she promised the same. She had been acting warmly to Satan and Frank and for her it was something unbelievable.

The good bye with them was ehm... awkward.

Frank and Matt felt that pull towards you, the one that could only be felt to a destined alpha, it was the same kind of bond they share and when they found out time ago, they were reclutant, they still are sometimes. After all, their methods were very different from each other. It was a grey area where they were standing, but they could manage themselves pretty well. They didn't live together or shared a nest, but were constantly guarding each other or going to help. Scenting was very common as well.

But nothing beyond that.

Their life style was complicated, they had made enemies along the way and living with the fear of the other getting hurt because of those said enemies was something they didn't want to deal with. So they had to live with the pain of never being able to bond or share a nest. Nothing more than a few hours, days if they were lucky. When they will talk about everything they could.

Frank knew he couldn't lose another love, another omega he fell so deeply for. And so he was ok with that as well as Matt, who had seen what others could do to the bonded of people like him or Frank. Even then, there was that present feeling at the back of their heads, that something wasn't completely right.

That perhaps, the decision of not starting a courting or sharing a bond for the danger was only an excuse for something that they never thought about in all seriousness.

So when Matt met you, this pull was there, almost inexistent. And when Frank shot you, his nerves were on the verge of bringing him into a breakdown. And your scent, that godly scent that now was a lost memory in their minds, seemed to be carried in their subconscious.

You couldn't feel this. The scents of them, what exactly they felt like, what they smell like. You could only remember Yelena's and that was fading away too. Your power didn't allow your brain to cry over that. It was all part of the protection it held.

But your alpha was still fighting against your good will.

And the awkward good bye you had with them almost made you reach out and slap their faces. What the fuck was wrong with them both?

Yelena was in the background waiting for Matt an laughing her ass off. She could feel it, how they wanted to reach out, and their insecurity. So she kept quiet and then run with Satan following her. Frank giving you one last look and going in the opposite direction.

Perched again in the roof of a lost building you saw them before you heard them. The slight change on the clouds and the reflection of the ship landing right behind the abandoned factory. Your old pack was there.

"You're not dead." Was the greeting Erik gave you when you approached them but even before you could answer, Charles telekinesis was pulling you towards him and soon his arms were engulfing you with bruising force. "Well, now surely they will be, Charles if you keep on strangling them"

"Sorry, sorry I just thought that–" he let go from the hug but kept his hands on your face, searching in your forehead, reassuring himself that you were unharmed. "You destroyed it."

"Yes, my control slipped and– well, I was able to stop it." You murmured.

"We've missed you, meine liebe. Why you never contacted us again? We wouldn't have took you away, you know that."

You looked at Erik with shame. "I was afraid, I thought that– that you'll never forgive me for leaving and– ugh, I'm sorry–" next thing you knew Erik was holding you "Das ist falsch. We will never hold a grudge against you. We understood, even then, a little." His child again in his arms, the love of his life joining both of you in the hug, making you both fall on his lap between laughs and giggles and a bunch of memories of this exact position came to your mind.

You had missed them.

––––

"... and that's what I'm doing here." You sighed after explaining all your adventures and the people you met.

Erik shared a look with his bonded, you were still denying yourself and he knew that at the end, it will end hurting more than you.

"They are going to be part of your pack soon or later, no matter what." Spoke Charles, trying to sound convincing. "What you are doing, it's admirable, but you can't deny who you are, what you are."

"It's not that Charles, I just–"

"Then what is it? What scares you so much that you can't let yourself be?" Erik cut in giving you that poker face of his. For a few seconds you were tempted to let your power free and scape from them, their questions, their unconformity. It was such a shame that Charles had mind tricks as well.

"After Jean, I– I was devastated. I felt like Scott left me behind, and I understood y'know. But that didn't stop for the pain it caused me. So I..." you licked your lips, running your hands through your hair. "I started to search for a reason, I joined causes that weren't exactly honourably ones. I did things that required my alpha abilities. I am– you know– I am a first alpha, so I put my self for good use."

You avoided their gazes, getting lost in all the memories of the alpha in you going around in a killing rampage. Without a leash or a pack that could control you. "You were an assassin." Said Erik, you could only nod in shame. But as what years of cold heart killing had taught you, you hold their gazes again, before continuing your tale.

"I was losing it, my goal in life, my sense of humanity, my principles. But I met some one that– some one that changed me, she had gone through the same thing. She had lost every one in her life, she was lost. And she got out."

"Wanda Maximmoff helped me see that this label, this categories can be broken, with time. She avoided her pain like that. And I–" you let out a shuddering breath. The alpha and omega in front of you looked at you with sadness, they knew what was coming, this wasn't the first time they heard of some one breaking his place over the alpha, beta and omega structure "I decided I don't want to feel that pain again. Jean's dead broke me and she wasn't even my bonded. If I ever hurt them. If I can't save them... I wouldn't stand it."

There, you had said it. A weight had lifted from your chest, a weight you carried every time you were alone and for a few days ago, every time you looked at Yelena. Now every time you felt them, Matt and Frank, trying to grasp a whiff of your scent. It was the pull, the weird consolation it gave you that maybe in another time, in another universe... perhaps...

You never dare to follow that line of thinking. It was too painful and unjust for you but mostly for them.

"So you are running away again." Surprisingly it was Charles who told you that. "You are running away for one bad experience with someone totally different from your destined mates?"

"Hey!"

"Charles"

"You'll break them, you'll break yourself and you'll drag them with you. This kind of bond is irrevocable once you find each other, and everything that comes after is amplified ten times, that includes the pain of rejection."

"I'm not running away, Charles!" A lump formed in your throat and Erik let his ivy scent flow to his omega, purring to console him, to making see he was about to cross a line. "I'm doing this for me, for once in my life I am taking a decision for me! No one else!"

"Well it's a shit decision you're making!"

"Excuse me? What gives you the fucking right to say that?"

"Let's calm down, c'mon, Charles..."

"No! Don't you see it...?" Charles said your name with desperation "I have the right to say it and you know it! I've lost people too, you are just making up excuses so you can, guess what darling? RUN. AWAY!"

"I AM NOT RUNNING AWAY, CHARLES!"

"What is going on here!"

Frank's voice traveled through the factory, you were still looking at a very defiant Charles but soon snapped away when Erik tried to reach Frank with his metal skills. "No! He is my partner!"

The alpha stopped on his fast walking to you when a metal spike almost ripped open the skin on his neck. "Erik!" You growled, quite literally, taking a menacing step at the threat to Frank.

When he was out of danger he finally catch up with you and tense introductions were made. No one spoke about what was being discussed before the alpha's arrival and he didn't dare to ask, by the way you were avoiding the topic and Charles's gaze that didn't seem like a good option.

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"So he can read my thoughts." Murmured Frank at your side, his large frame almost touching you while you were looking at the info that he got from a very smug Wade. Just by remembering the little smirk of that speaking avocado his eyebrow shot up in annoyance.

"Yes, but he tries no to because of morality, honour and shit." Frank snorted and looked down at your face. Your eyes focused on the papers, hair away from your neck, lips moving with the soundless mumbles you made while reading.

If you had your scent, he surely would have been drowning in bliss. Instead he relinquished in the physical ways that made you who you were. And even like that, he started to float.

You looked at him when he whispered your name and were caught up on his dilated pupils. He was close, his forehead coming down almost touching yours. You're glad for the support you had on the table, otherwise you would have stumble backwards with the intensity of his eyes. "M'sorry. For shooting you, I never get to say it properly"

Moving his feet so to face you completely made your chests almost touch. He was like the sun, you thought, radiating warm and making you come closer without even attempting to.

His calloused fingers touched your skin and the tremble shooting across his body didn't go unnoticed by you. Murmuring your name again he cradled your head between his hands, his smile grew when the blush touched his fingertips and just like a mirror, you smiled as well.

"Frank," he was lost in the trance, his scent was all around you, touching you, trying to surpass the protecting field of your mental abilities, perhaps one day you would let him. Him and Matt "we can't do this, Frank."

Honestly, he didn't care, he knew something was making you fear this kind of contact, making you shy away from the chance of being loved, unconditionally loved. So he only hummed while resting his forehead with yours, noses nuzzling against each other. Your hands came to rest at his waist and the relieved breath he left out made you wonder what would his lips taste like?

Flying, that's what he felt like. There was no floor, no ceiling, no nothing. Only you and your hands on him, and your eyes staring at his with conflict and longing and something more. You were the anchor in that moment and he felt like laughing, like jumping with you on his arms. An addiction that would end up with you, Matt and him never letting go once you all had a taste. "Baby, hey, would you–"

A screamed ripped from your chest, making you jump away from Frank and him catching you before your trembling body could fall to the ground. He didn't care for Charles that was in a state just like yours. "Tell me what's wrong sweetheart, c'mon," he tried to coax you. He touched your head, and held it over your own hands. "Open your pretty eyes, d'rling, c'mon baby"

Only after a few minutes of sweet words and rocking you back and forth between his arms, did you started to talk, with worry "Frank, Frank! It's Yelena and Matt! Something is going to happen to them!" The alpha purring came a to a sudden stop and looking at you he knew what had to be done.

"We will help in all we can." Said Erik, with pale face and holding his mate's hand tightly. Same desperation as Frank's at not letting go of his beloved.

The alpha cradling you, helped you stand up properly and smoothed his hands along your frame once more, this time fearful, you'll explain him everything on your way there, on the meantime, you made sure to keep close to Frank until arriving at the facility.

"We'll use the plane." Frank eyebrow shot up. You will never be able to forget his face when the invisible nano technology morphed away letting into view the transport, right in front of him.

The structure of the facility was no where in sight. From the flight deck window only a small part of it was visible but far beyond the eye sight, the concrete wall was hiding with the use of nature climbing through the walls, enveloping the structure with green leafs.

"Are they in there?" For all answer Erik looked at him and then at you.

"Yes. But Charles is unable to reach them, there's a barrier not allowing him entrance."

"That's the Stone and if it already isn't allowing Charles in," you thought out loud, Frank looked at you worriedly, the situation promptly getting ahold of him even if he tried to suppress it "the creation has been successful."

"That's pretty obvious, meine Tochter." Erik scoffed "All right kinder , let's get going"

Unbuckling your seatbelt after the landing you made sure to have all the possible outcomes in your mind.

If they were already on the same place as the stone, the problem was relatively lower. But if they didn't know about it and by mistake they got closer without knowing of the success on the Stone... that was so not good.

Matt had the enhanced senses, which made it better, he could hear your power around you, he will hear this power as well. And if him and Yelena were together –thing you doubt, knowing the beta– they should find a way to communicate with you.

Frank murmured your name, already waiting for you at the middle of the plane. Erik was no where in sight "you a'right?" His scent moved towards you, reaching your layer of protection and unlike at the factory you recoiled from him, his scent and his extended hand.

"Don't do that" your words shocked him and the rejection drowned his mood. The whimper got stuck in his chest and in the want of comfort for himself his gaze lost his warmth.

For a few seconds he ponder what was wrong? What did he do do wrong? But as every other aspect of weakness in his life that caused pain, he compartmentalized his emotions. Shutting down from you.

"Let's go then." He turned, about to leave you there with no more than a nod.

To be honest with yourself, your mind had biggest issues like the security of Yelena and Matt to be worrying for the emotional injured alpha who's heart you must likely just shattered. But you couldn't stop the ache growing inside you at the retreating man, you had a point of view of things, you were sure of them.

"Frank, I'm sorry"

He didn't stop in his tracks, the sting of you not wanting him fresh on his skin. It was a weird sensation, something he never would have thought will happen. But with you making up your mind, Matt would try to get to you as well, he would get rejected too.

"Perhaps," the man murmured your name, a cadence in the sound with such neutrality that made you wince "you should think things through. It's not bad y'know?"

Yes, yes you did know. You had once lived it, the bliss of being prt of a pack. And you had know the growing, endless pain of losing them as well.

"I wish I could say I haven't."

"Is me being an alpha the problem?"

His question made you stiffen, your heart rate going up to the clouds, what was he saying?

"No! Of course not! It's-" how could you explain it, without making things worst? "It's a personal decision, for my own good."

He knew in a way, something could have happened to you, and he knew that his luck was short when it came to his personal life. Matt was enough, he would always be enough, but with you pushing apart from them without they never even having you in the first place— he struggled to form proper words.

His throat constricted with a lump, "Don't hurt Matt." He said with a strangled voice and left you there.

You sighed getting your hands in your hair and pulling a little. You couldn't focus on this right now... the alpha in you broke in a pitiful cry.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you turning him down?

Why?

This past years of your life you had lived for those goals, being free of the chains the world defined for you. Being free to chose over your reactions and emotions and needs. But it seemed to be something that went out of the window starting with Yelena. She was your family now, and not because of the fact of you being an alpha –you weren't able to feel your scent or hers after all– but because you had a normal unaltered connection with her.

Then was Matt who literally dragged Frank into your already complicated situation and this feelings of homesick and longing just spiked up!

And no matter how much your inner alpha growled at you or tried to take your power down, this wasn't the time.

So you let Frank go.

Outside the plane Erik didn't say a word at the palpable tension or the way Frank adjusted his guns on the holsters with more force than required. Or... how you went into action without looking at neither of the alphas.

"If something goes wrong," mumbled Frank "make sure they get out"

"Hm, if something goes wrong, Castle, no one of us will get out"

Frank looked at Erik and growled, both alpha scents fighting for dominance. It was common for the metal bender, this kind of altercations, after all, Logan and Raven used to be territorial and never backed out from showing their leadership. "I'll make sure to get them out, even if that's the last thing I do, understood?"

"You can make all the promises you want, but in there, what you'll be up against is not people, is pure power defending itself." Erik followed the path you took. His last sentence spoke from over his shoulder. "And if it fights back, the only one able to stop it is your alpha."

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–The second level is clear. Follow the green arrows on the floor and they will take you to the emergency exit. Open the door when the lights shut off, Charles will give us at least thirty minutes without power.–

"–Copy that, Magneto–"

The fluorescent lights above your head were flicking every ten seconds, making your head dizzy, every corner you turned your fists were ready to strike. The guns were kept in their place at the sides of your chest, if you get to use them it wouldn't be here, in the large hallway with to many exits but no secure passages to the beta and omega's location. It would have made a lot of noise and the place would have been flooded with unwanted attention.

So you kept your stance, swiftly moving through and hoping Frank was already in position for the snipper hit in case things got complicated.

It was simple. Frank was going to cut the external signal for the facility, terminate the casualties and then come back to you once you spotted Matt and Yelena, you would wait for him before you got closer, evaluating the place and Erik was going to be back up at the same time of guarding your backs.

You shouldn't have made those plans though, nothing ever goes according to them and your time with Yelena should have been proof enough. However, someone can dream right?

That's why you weren't as surprised when a group of armed men were waiting at the next turn for the emergency exit which was the only one that emitted a resonance that tried to break to your own shield.

"Gentlemen..." the shooting started and you retracted to where you came from. "–Erik, I have at least fifteen men, keep steady and wait for my signal.–" –Copy that, chameleon– you rolled your eyes, there has been years since some one called you like that.

With an assurance you didn't really feel, you took three light grenades and throw them after three seconds of activated. The men covered themselves with the agility of training and followed one after the other for you. And of course, you were ready.

First it was with the wire for climbing, joining each of their bodies and bringing them forward just to shoot them and continue with the rest – Four down eleven to go–

Taking your guns the two that came after where soon to fall to the floor, running to the next three you enveloped one making him fall with your weight and using him as shield against the five shots his partner took at you, and giving you an opening for putting two shots directly to his head. –six down–

Rolling over you pushed yourself against the wall, taking a breath and with the adrenaline still running in your veins it did the rest for when four more came of the hallway.

Two were down on an instant, thanks to the blades throw at their ankles, cutting through flesh, two clean shots and you were running to the next.

They didn't use guns this time and like you, they used their force against you. Without the mutant part of you, touching you directly was something you couldn't avoid and so a physical fight ensue.

It ended as fast as it started. With two hidden blades between your knuckles and a fist ring on your other hand, you broke noses, jaws and ribs. The blade opened the neck of one, bathing you on blood but having an instant kill and the last one fell to the floor with the force of your throwing blade at his eye.

Stumbling with every step you took, the adrenaline made your head spin. The wall barely a support for your injured body. Yes, it was quite a good fight, but your face got at least two punches, opening your lip and cheek. You had at last a broken rib and your forearm was slit open, dropping blood without even moving it.

"Shit" ripping a piece of cloth from one of the fallen you started to wrap it at the sliced arm –Frank, the hallway is clear, I'm on my way to the main floor– Seconds later the struggling voice of the alpha flew to your ear –Copy that, be careful–

Without answering you took a long breath and pushed the door open. Instantly the coms cut in your ear and the air in the place almost broke your mental shield. But what made you focus instantly was the struggling noises of Matt and the rippling scream that cut your nerves.

"YELENA!"

You didn't had your senses but even without them you could feel, deep inside you how the tiny part of you connected to her, shut down in an instant.

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Thank you for reading! I would love to know what you think so leave an ask or a comment.

Love,

Isa 🫶🏻

#alpha frank castle #matt murdock x frank castle #frank castle x reader #omega matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #omegaverse #alpha reader #beta yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #abo au #daredevil fanfiction #charles and erik are that couple #charles xavier x erik lehnsherr #The World Might Not Want To Change

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Well here we are again! Here’s a list of the incredible fics I’ve read this month. As always, please make sure you check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption! This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Please give some love and reblogs to all these incredible writers because they deserve all the praise! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💕

* indicates a series/multi-part fic

✨ @swtbbybarnes

Show time (Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes)

✨ @jobean12-blog

From bed to better (Bucky x female reader)

Returning to love (Bucky x reader)

A vampire's love (Bucky x reader (Vampire!Bucky))

Groucho barnes (Bucky x reader)

Pun intended (Bucky x reader)

The boy next door (Bucky x reader)

✨ @lokithealligator

*Born in flames (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @world-of-aus

*Stark industries: the soldier (Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader)

✨ @metalbuckaroo

Picnic (dbf!bucky x fem reader)

Birthday to remember (Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Reader)

✨ @littlelioncub43

Find out next week (Lee Bodecker x Reader)

✨ @afriendlyblackhottie

Positions (Andy Barber x Black!Reader)

✨ @cherienymphe

*Crossfire (Biker!Bucky x Reader x Steve)

✨ @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

*Wilford's demands (Curtis Everett x You)

Patience kitten (Ari Levinson x You)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Unknown variables (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson)

✨ @holacia2

*kisses (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

After dark (Frank Castle x Reader)

Coney Island (Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader)

Confessions (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Dive in (SugarDaddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Check and mate (Alpha Biker Chris x omega reader)

A private after party (Rockstar Stucky x reader, Steve x reader, Bucky x reader)

Hazy dreams and good mornings (Firefighter Bucky x reader)

All dressed in white (Dark Mafia!Bucky x reader)

Wicked little games (Mafia Steve x bratty reader, bodyguard Bucky x reader x bodyguard Andy)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

*My best friend Jensen (Jake Jensen x female best friend reader)

Never have I ever... (Jake Jensen x female reader)

✨ @buckys-darling

Electric (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @holdontorogers

Illicit affairs (Andy Barber x fem!Reader)

*Will you teach me? (Steve Rogers x agent!reader)

✨ @amythedvdhoarder

*Stockholm syndrome (Dark Stucky x Reader)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Taken (Andy Barber x female!reader x Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers)

✨ @navybrat817

*Howling commandos tattoo (Bucky Barnes x female!reader x Steve Roger)

✨ @tuiccim

*A scarred enigma (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

✨ @saiyanprincessswanie

Dreams do come true (Steve Rogers x reader)

✨ @samwilsons-pillowpecs

Little spoon (Sam Wilson x Female Reader)

✨ @whisperlullaby

Falcons (Brock x Reader (briefly) Sam Wilson x Reader (AU))

✨ @river-soul

Serendipity (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @wkemeup

*Start again (steve x reader)

Understudy (bucky x reader)

✨ @sweeterthanthis

*Where the wildflowers grow (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader)

✨ @buckybarneschokeme

25 years (Dad!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @dreamlessinparis

Let the poison seep through (Dark!Lee Bodecker x Innocent F!Reader)

Tear my life into pieces (Curtis Everett x reader, soft!dark!Colin Shea x Reader)

✨ @christowhore

Eye for an eye (mob!bucky barnes x barnes!wife!reader // mob!bucky barnes x mistress!dolores // mob!thor odinson x barnes!wife!reader)

✨ @payperhearts

Work from home (ceo!andy x employee!reader)

✨ @bucksfucks

*Suite 8 (mob!bucky barnes x f!stripper!reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

Shame and fortune (Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader and Soft Dark! Ari Levinson x Female Reader)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Plain to see (Single DILF elementary school teacher!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader)

The boyfriend experience (Ari Levinson x fem!Reader)

✨ @jamalflanagan

Never let me go... (soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader)

✨ @vampy-doll

*Bride of soldat (Bucky Barnes x reader)

#hopefully all the tags and links works! #fic rec #august fic recs #Bucky barnes #ari levinson #Steve rogers #ransom drysdale #Andy barber #curtis everett #sam wilson #lee bodecker #Jake jensen #Bucky Barnes x reader #Ari Levinson x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Ransom Drysdale x reader #Andy Barber x reader #Curtis Everett x reader #Sam Wilson x reader #lee bodecker x reader #Jake Jensen x reader

[fandom-go-round]

Video Game Masterlist

Stardew Valley/Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons:

Platonic Linus x Reader (fluff)

Shane x Reader HCs [smut]

Fluffy and Smutty HCs (Shane, Maru) (fluff) [smut]

Hand Holding & First Kisses HCs (Gray) (fluff)

Yandere HCs (Dirk, Mistle) {dark}

  Fallout 4:

Chubby!Reader x Hancock (fluffy) [smut]

Parental!Hancock and Shaun HCs

Reader x Sturges Muscle Kink [smut]

Reader x Nick Valentine Fingering [smut]

Reader x Hancock Fingering [smut]

Shy! Reader Hinting at Sex HCs (Danse, Gage, Hancock, MacCready) [smut]

Male! Reader x Nick Valentine Testing Out a New Upgrade [smut]

Love Letter Event: Sturges

  Devil May Cry:

Alpha!Vergil x Omega!Reader Heat [smut]

Vergil x FemDom!Reader x Dante (Collars, Cock Cages) [smut]

Stuck in the Wall Kink (Reaper, Michael Myers, Dante, Xanxus) [smut]

Dante x Reader (Pegging, Implied Fem!Dom) [smut]

Nico x Enby!Reader Admiring Skills [smut]

Virgin!Reader x Dante First Time Touching HCs [smut]

 Demigirl!Reader x Virgil [smut]

  Super Mario:

Fem!Reader x Bowser Smut HCs [smut]

Fem!Reader x Princess Boo Exploring Castle [smut]

Fem!Reader x Princess Peach Day Date [smut]

Reader x Bowser Marriage HCs [smut]

  Dead by Daylight/Slashers:

Wraith:

Wraith Stalking Reader {dark}

Invisible Sex with Reader {Outdoor Sex, Invisible Sex) [smut]

Goth!Mexican!Reader x Wraith HCs (fluff) [smut]

Shy!Reader HCs (fluff)

Goth!Mexican!Reader x Hallow Blighted!Wraith HCs [smut]

  Huntress:

Huntress x Chubby!Reader (Mind Break, Mommy Kink) [smut] {dark}

Mine: Huntress x Reader [smut]

Male!Reader Breeding Kink (Non-Con, Kidnapping) [smut] {dark}

  Legion:

NSFW Alphabet HCs Legion (Frank): S, T, V [smut]

Knotting HCs (Frank, Joey, Susie, Julie) [smut]

Fem!Reader Getting Fucked into the Ground (Frank) (Dubcon, Humiliation) [smut] {dark}

  Doctor:

Hysteria: Doctor x Reader (Non Con, Stalking) [smut] {dark}

Male!Reader x Doctor (Urethral Play, Electrostimulation) [smut]

Overstimulated!Reader x Doctor [noncon, forced orgasms}

  Blight:

Blight x Reader (Non Con, Drugging) [smut] {dark}

  Jason Voorhees:

Jason Voorhees x Reader [smut] (fluff)

  Michael Myers:

Michael Myers x Reader [smut] {dark}

  Ghostface:

Reader Giving the Best Blow Job Ever [smut]

Dom Male!Reader x Ghostface Fucking in the Middle of a Trail [smut]

  Trapper:

Tentacles for Legs (Non-Con, Bondage) [smut]

Breeding HCs [smut]

  Nurse:

Male!Reader Getting a Hand Job [smut]

Reader Good at Reading Body Language HCs (fluff)

  Amanda Young/Pig:

Fucking Fem!Reader with Strap On (Non-Con) [smut] {dark}

  Hillbilly:

Cock Warming HCs [smut]

  Deathslinger:

Gun Play with Male!Reader (Gun Play, Weapon Play) [smut]

Afro-American-Japanese!Reader x Deathslinger NSFW HCs [chasing, biting]

  Jake Park:

Clingy!Reader x Jake [smut] (fluff)

  Jeff Johnson:

Commission: In The Woods - Reader x Jeff Johnson [smut]

  Trickster:

Photographer!Gay!Reader HCs [smut, knife kink, blood kink]

Male!Reader x Trickster Escaping at a Cost HCs [smut]

Dom Male! Reader x Trickster [smut]

Therapist!Reader x Trickster Falling for a Murderer {dark}

  The Boy/Brahms Heelshire:

Mother May I: Reader x Brahms Heelshire [mommy kink, bondage]

Flower Prompt: Hawthorne

  Collections/Other:

Slasher Defending Chubby!Reader (Wraith, Michael Myers)

Period Sex HCs (Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees) [smut]

Stuck in the Wall Kink (Reaper, Michael Myers, Dante, Xanxus) [smut]

Smut Scenarios (Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Frank Morrison) (Noncon, Torture) [smut] {dark}          

Mask (Halloween Prompt): Michael Myers x Reader (Murder, Character Death) {dark}

Chasing Reader HCs Part 1 (Michael Myers, Trapper, Clown, Ghostface) [smut] {dark}

Chasing Reader HCs Part 2 (Plague, Pyramid Head, Legion, Pig) [smut] {dark}

Eating Out Hooked Survivor HCs Part 1 (Leatherface, Deathslinger, Legion) [smut] {dark}

Eating Out Hooked Survivor HCs Part 2 (Ghostface, Wraith, Hillbilly) [smut] {dark}

Eating Out Hooked Survivor HCs Part 3 (Blight, Trapper) [smut] {dark}

Oviposition HCs (Trapper, Wraith, Huntress, Spirit) [smut]

Oviposition HCs (Male Killers) [smut]

Period Sex HCs (Legion, Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Trapper) [smut]

Shy!Reader Hinting at Sex HCs (Ghostface, Legion, Trapper) [smut]

Ghostface and Daughter!Reader Adopting Frank (fluff)

Mute!Reader HCs (Ghostface, Legion, Doctor, Leatherface) {dark}

Catching Reader Masturbating HCs (David, Dwight, Trapper, Ghostface) [smut]

Reader Catching People Masturbating (Dwight, Jake, Ace, Felix) [smut]

Killer!Reader Never Killing Before HCs (Trapper, Deathslinger, Oni) {dark} 

Sex Noise and Face HCs (Laurie, Yui, David, Jeff) [smut]

Shy!Reader Sex Scenarios (Ace, Felix, Jeff, Feng) [smut]

Shy!Touch Starved!Reader HCs (Jane, Ash, Huntress, Freddy) (sluff)

Trying to Distract the Killers (Nurse, Michael, Spirit, Pyramid Head) [implied smut]

Jeff Johansen x Reader x Legion Staying Warm (Frank) [smut]

Male!Reader Knocking Out Killers (Hillbilly, Cannibal, Oni)

Reader Leaving Bloody Handprints (Legion, Doctor, Trapper) (fluff)

Alternative!Reader HCs (Legion, Wraith, Huntress, Doctor)

Reader with new Swimsuit (Wraith, Legion, Felix, Jeff) [implied smut]

Stuck in the Wall HCs (Pyramid Head, Nemesis) [smut]

Caught Thinking Dirty Thoughts HCs (Michael Myers, Pinhead, Trapper, Ghostface) [implied smut]

Reader x Look-See Short Smut Scenario [smut, character death]

Making Out with Crush During a Trial (Trapper, Pig, Trickster) [sexual situations]

Period Sex HCs (Freddy Kruger, Pinhead, Nemesis, Trickster) [smut]

Reader in a Wedding Dress HCs (Legion, Ghostface, Trickster) [implied smut]

Shy!Reader Dirty Thoughts HCs (Dwight, Jeff, Steve, Leon) [implied smut]

Reader Caught in Provocative Positions HCs (Trapper, Shape, Nemesis, Pinhead) [smut]

Male!Reader Having a Prostate Orgasm (Trapper, Blight, Oni) [smut]

Wet Dream HCs (Trapper, Michael Myers, Pig, Ghostface) [smut]

Stuck in a Wall Kink HCs (Ghostface, Blight, Pinhead) [smut]

Jealous of People Getting Too Close HCs (Ghostface, Trapper, Wesker) [smut]

Shy!Reader Getting Seduced (Feng, Meg, Mikaela, Nea) [smut]

Reader Who Loves to Tease HCs (Nurse, Plague) [implied smut]

  Bendy and the Ink Machine:

Platonic HCs (Bendy) (fluff)

  Fire Emblem:

A/B/O HCs (Claude, Felix, Caspar, Linhardt)

A/BO HCs (Edelgard, Dorothea, Ingrid, Mercedes)

Character Thoughts (Hector, Eliwood, Mathew, Lyn, Raven)

Reader x Hubert (soft, comfort)

Figuring Things Out (Implied ABO Reader x Claude x Yuri X Felix) (fluff)

  Danganronpa:

Character Thoughts (Mondo Owada)

Character Thoughts (Kiyotaka Ishimaru)

Poly Ishimaru x Reader x Owada Non-Despair AU (fluff)

Mondo x Yasuhiro Bondage [smut]

Reader x Hiyoko Japanese Festival (fluff)

Reader x Kazuichi Soda Flower Prompt: Pansy

Reader x Sayaka Maizono First Date HCs (fluff)

Reader x Mahiru Koizumi First Time HCs [smut]

Male!Reader x Junko Pegging [smut]

Love Letter Event: Mikan

  Pokémon:

Professor Kukui at the Beach [NSFW]

  Shall We Date? Obey Me!:

Making Comments on Plus Size!Reader's Weight HCs (hurt/comfort) (Mammon, Levi, Asmo, Beel) (fluff) {angst}

Insecure!Reader x Mammon (fluff, emotional) [smut]

Reader Not Used to Hanging with Boys HCs (fluff)

Reader Flashing Boobs HCs (Mammon, Beel, Barbatos, Asmo, Simeon, Diavolo) [implied smut]

  Mass Effect:

Diplomat!Reader x Adrien Victus HCs (fluff)

Reader x Thane Krios Finding a Cure (fluff)

  Skyrim:

Reader x Veezera Surviving (fluff)

  Resident Evil:

Jealous HCs (Chris, Claire, Jill, Leon)

Shy! Reader x Leon Having a Quickie [smut]

Autistic! Reader x Jill Meltdown Comfort HCs

  Twisted Wonderland:

Reader x Lilia Flower Prompt: Hawthorne [smut]

Just a Nip: Part One {dark}

Just a Nip: Part Two {dark}

Just a Nip: Part Three [smut] {dark}

Recovering Together: Heartslabyal

Recovering Together: Savanaclaw

Recovering Together: Octavinelle

Recovering Together: Scarabia

Recovering Together: Pomefiore   

Recovering Together: Ignihyde

Recovering Together: Diasomnia

  Code: Realize:

Spending a Snowy Day Together HCs (Impey, Lupin, Van Helsing, Saint-Germain, Frankenstein) (fluff)

NSFW HCs (Impey, Lupin, Van Helsing, Saint-Germain, Frankenstein, Guinevere) [smut]

#masterlist #video game masterlist

[jayankles]

Bec's Kinktoberfest Masterlist

This is my completed masterlist of @becs-bunker Bec's Kinktoberfest Challenge, this was such a fun challenge, even if half of my things didn't even post when they were supposed to. But anyway, thank you again, I loved writing for a multitude of fandoms and thanks for giving me the opportunity to explore these different characters.

I Need More - Mutual Masturbation - Billy Russo x Reader

Protection on Vacation: Smut Drabble - Sneaking Around | Forbidden Love - Bodyguard!Dean x Princess!Reader

They’re Gone - Voyeurism | Exhibitionism - John Winchester x Reader

Blood and  Ice - Hot/Cold Play - Frank Castle x Reader

Teasing Texts - Sexting/Phone Sex - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Piss Me Off - Angry or Hate Sex - Jake Peralta x Reader

Dad Joke Seduction - Comfort Sex - Scott Lang x Pregnant!Reader

Teach an Angel New Tricks - Dirty talk | Size Kink - Castiel x Reader

Folded Chair - In front of a mirror - Ruby 2.0 x Reader

The Little Princess and her King - Toys | Praise Kink -King!Brunhilde x Reader

Spelled Eyes: Part 2 /Spelled Eyes: Part 3 - Threesome/Moresome - Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Cas x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Hands to Himself - Sir Kink | Bed Sharing - T’Challa x Reader

Call Me Out - Public or Semi public sex - Sam Wilson x Reader

All for Show - Filming Themselves - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

Little Peter - Caught Masturbating - Peter Parker x Reader

Dino Nuggets - Daddy Kink - Daddy!Jared x Momma!Reader

The Ladies Room - Casual Sex - Danneel Harris x Reader

Sweet Tasting Demon - Touch Deprivation | Somnophilia - Sam Winchester x Ruby 2.0

Lucy Gives Up - Oral Sex - Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader

Selfish Hearts - Make Up Sex - Diana Prince x Reader

Stupid Plans end in Exciting Lessons - Teasing - Thor Odinson x Reader

Don’t Waste Perfect Lingerie Sets - A/B/O | Lingerie - Anael x Reader

“It’s not illegal if you pay for it.” - Camp fire - Rough Sex | Camping - Hunter Hardon x Venus Ryder (Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader)

Make it Up To You - Shibari | Bondage - Regina Mills x Reader

Save Me, Supergirl - Roleplay - Kara Danvers x Reader

Only at Home - Orgasm Denial - Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader x Seth Rollins (Colby Lopez)

So Close to your Reward - Spanking - Adrian Chase x Reader

Imperfectly Perfect - Body Worship | Nipple Play - Killian Jones x Reader

Don’t Drown while I’m Trying - Aftercare - Carol Danvers x Reader

I Can Last Longer - First to come loses - Henry Cavill x Poc!Reader (aesthetic)

Mommy, Daddy, and their Baby Girl - Dealer's Choice - Jared Padalecki x Reader x Genevieve Padalecki

#becskinktoberfest #billy russo x reader #dean winchester x reader #john winchester x reader #frank castle x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #jake peralta x reader #scott lang x reader #castiel x reader #ruby 2.0 x reader #brunhilde x reader #sam winchester x reader #t'challa x reader #sam wilson x reader #oscar spooky diaz x reader #peter parker x reader #jared padalecki x reader #danneel harris x reader #sam winchester x ruby 2.0 #wanda maximoff x reader #diana prince x reader #thor odinson x reader #anael x reader