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tuiccim · 2 months

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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.

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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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smartycvnt · 7 months

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Uprising

Title: Uprising Pairing: Amanda Young x Reader Summary: Amanda is forced to choose between Y/n and Jigsaw. NR WC: 1074

"Relax, you've made it past the worst part of my tests." Amanda leaned against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. She had always known that it wouldn't be easy becoming Jigsaw's apprentice, but she hadn't envisioned her second chance coming with so many hoops to jump through. "For the final test, all you have to do is go through that door and eliminate the last part of your past."

Amanda breathed out a sigh of relief. There wasn't any part of her past that Amanda thought was worth keeping around. Everybody in her life before Jigsaw had led her down the path of pain and suffering that she had lived. Amanda wondered who Jigsaw had found. A part of her hoped it was the deadbeat that had gotten her mother pregnant. She could have beaten him to death with her own hands for bringing her into this world. A world full of things that promised her relief, but only ever caused her even more suffering. The world had been cruel to her, and now Amanda was on the brink of giving it a taste of its own medicine.

A door opened in front of Amanda, who walked through with all of the intent to get things over with. The room was dark enough to be disorienting whenever Amanda first walked into it. She didn't get a chance to adjust to it before the lights switched on. The body sitting tied to a chair with a bag over its head was far too small to be the man she knew to be her father. Even in his old age, this body was half of its size and very feminine looking. If it wasn't for Amanda's mother having died decades ago, Amanda would have felt a little conflict about this confrontation. Amanda took a step towards the body, but froze whenever she heard their voice.

"Please, don't hurt me. I don't know what I've done to you, but I am sorry!" Y/n pleaded. Amanda recognized her voice immediately. Y/n was never someone who Amanda had categorized as a part of her past, but rather the goal she worked towards in the future. They had fallen out of touch after Amanda's third relapse, and then Amanda's "death" at the hands of her mentor had ended their chances of being together. Y/n was the one part of Amanda's past that Jigsaw thought she was still clinging to. He had gravely misunderstood their relationship with each other, and Amanda knew that he wouldn't listen to her.

"Remove the hood," Jigsaw's voice said over the speaker. Amanda's hands shook as she reached out for the hood. Her fingers curled into the fabric as she grabbed it and pulled it back to reveal Y/n's face. Both women looked different, significantly healthier than they had been when they last saw each other. Y/n looked terrified, but it was obvious to Amanda that Jigsaw hadn't hurt her yet. Y/n was so freaked out about being kidnapped that she didn't really pay much mind to the supposed dead woman standing right in front of her. "You know what you have to do Amanda."

"Please, you don't have to hurt me. Amanda, baby, you don't have to do a single thing this sick bastard tells you to," Y/n tried to argue. Amanda grabbed at her hair as she paced around the room. She was weighing her options. Jigsaw had told her at the beginning of all this that she could either complete his trials and rejoin him as an apprentice or die trying. Blatant disobedience of his instructions would result in her death, but Amanda was willing to do that if it meant that Y/n could possibly walk out of there alive.

"I don't want to hurt you any more than I have before." Amanda walked back over to Y/n and crouched down in front of where she was tied up. Y/n smiled as she took in the sight of Amanda. It was the first time that Y/n was certain that Amanda wasn't on something outside of a rehab center. Even whenever they'd been trying to get clean together, Amanda had always kept a little something stashed away for herself. That was why Y/n had left, just days before Amanda had gone missing. "He's going to kill both of us because I can't kill you."

"Let's face it babe, we've overstayed our welcome," Y/n said. Amanda could tell that Y/n was trying to be lighthearted. Y/n had always been good about distracting from the problem at hand, which was generally how problems tended to get so big between the two of them. Amanda shook her head as she stood up. She pressed a kiss to Y/n's forehead before turning to where she assumed Jigsaw's camera was. He would want a good view, so Amanda just turned her back to Y/n and stared off straight ahead.

"I won't kill her. Y/n isn't my past, she never has been. You should have stayed in my past though, because I can't have a future with you still in it," Amanda said. "You want me to kill my past, then get your old ass down here motherfucker!"

"Are you sure about this?" Y/n whispered from behind Amanda. Amanda didn't let Y/n's fear distract her, instead she used it to make herself feel better. Amanda had always sort of had a death-wish, but in that moment, she had never wanted to live more. She was going to make that old man regret ever picking her up off the streets. He had overstepped in his little game to punish Amanda for what she had done years before. He had given her a taste of what a normal life could be, allowed her to prove to herself that she could be the woman Y/n deserved, and then ordered her to kill the only person she had ever wanted to stay clean for.

"This ends right here, right now!" Amanda shouted. Y/n shut her eyes and ducked her head down. She couldn't watch Amanda potentially get herself killed anymore than she thought that she could watch Amanda kill someone. Beyond the door, both women could hear footsteps as Jigsaw made his way towards the two of them. "Close your eyes baby. No matter what happens, it's gonna be ugly."

#my writing #one shot #amanda young x reader #amanda young #saw x reader #saw #jigsaw x reader #jigsaw

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theyanderespecialist · 7 months

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Base Yandere Jigsaw/John Kramer Headcanons (Saw) (For Those Who Did Not Watch the Video and Do Not Want To Watch the Video)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter. This one is John Kramer aka Jigsaw base headcanons and traits as a yandere from Saw. I hope that you all enjoy this chapter!]

(Disclaimer: John Kramer Aka Jigsaw is not yandere in canon. He is also not a good person in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Once again slasher characters are NOT good partners to have in any regard. Thank you!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With John Kramer aka Jigsaw From Saw-

.John Kramer is a man who once was in the worst place of his life.

.He lost a child and was diagnosed with cancer.

.So he tried to take his life, but he failed and this made him rethink life.

.He saw that humans had grown weak and that we lost the edge to survive.

.So he would test how far humans would go to survive. Putting them through gruesome tests to make them see life is worth living.

.What would they do to survive?

.He did not take pleasure in them at all, he came across you and ran these tests.

.For whatever reason you had given up on life.

.He had a different test for you as he could not bring himself to kill you or cause you pain.

.This test was to choose yourself over the people holding you back.

.Each room had someone in your life who was hurting you or in Jigsaw's eyes was holding you back.

.He made you choose between yourself and them.

.But he rigged it, placing fake evidence. Making you think this person was the worst.

.He put this plan into work years ago.

.He also would have wormed his way into your life.

.To show you that he was the only choice for you.

.He is a HUGE manipulative yandere that is for certain.

.He would end up manipulating you enough that you could only trust him, that you would only love him and want him in your life.

.Once that is done he would confess to you and make you his.

.He does break his own rules, by dealing with your rivals.

.He makes it almost impossible for them to win if they do somehow win.

.He gives a threat to them, that if they ever come near you again he will end their life.

.That is there one and only warning to stay away from you.

.They better stay away from you or they will pay.

.He is an old man and just wants to live with the rest of his days, also have you carry on his legacy and make sure that you both live on forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

#yandere #yandere jigsaw #yandere john kramer #yandere saw #yandere headcanons #headcanons #saw #saw john kramer #john kramer #john kramer x reader #reader #jigsaw x reader #jigsaw #jogsaw saw #gender neutral #gender neutral reader

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tunaslayer696969 · 6 months

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this is my master list

okay so I will write almost anything but you really just have to ask and I’ll let you know but I will write for any character just ask me and I won’t guarantee that I will do all the requests but I’ll try to get through most of them and I won’t post on a daily just ones I can write so feel free to request anything :)

what I’ve done so far

Amanda young x reader

https://www.tumblr.com/tunaslayer696969/732129134667513856/you-turn-the-burner-off-taking-the-pasta-off-the?source=share

and I’m to lazy to write for people I plan to write for :)

#Amanda young x reader #jigsaw x reader #Saw x reader #Genshin impact x reader #resident evil x reader #scream x reader #loz x reader #Mortal kombat x reader #Dbd x reader #Slashers x reader #g!p reader #x reader #vanessa shelly x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year

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The Right Partner

Pairing: Billy Russon x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut and Angst. 18+ only. If you aren't 18 or older, don't read please.

Words: 1.8k

You stood at the big windows that showed the whole of Hell’s Kitchen from your apartment that you shared with your fiancé. Or that you use to share with him.

Your arms crossed in front of your stomach as you took in a shuddering breath. Closing your eyes, feeling the dryness and swollen from crying for the last couple of hours. Since the Homeland Security agent left. Since Dinah left.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know he was taken. I didn’t know that you existed till after the fact.” Dinah’s face was pained and pinched up for a split second before schooling into a hard mask.

You thought of what she said… About how her and Bill slept together. How Bill cheated.

Your eyes watered again but you clenched them shut. Bowing your head as you heard the front door open.

“Baby! You home?” You heard Billy call from the entrance area. Probably toeing off his shoes and taking his jacket off. “Did you want to order in tonight? We could get your favorite? It’s been a while since we’ve both been…” His voice trailed off from the living room now. Seeing the duffle that was packed with your things. “Off.” He finished. “Baby?” He spoke slowly and cautiously.

Taking a deep breath and hardening your face and heart to try and face him as you lifted a hand to wipe your face of tears. Turning, you walked into the living room from the bed room.

“Hey, you going somewhere? Is something wrong?” He asked after seeing your red blotched face from crying, eyes still swollen.

“Yeah…” You rasped out but your voice broke at the end of the word. You swallowed and licked your lips. “Yeah, I’m gonna go stay with my sister/brother/friend.”

“Did something happen?” He grew worried as he walked up to you and put his hands on your upper arms. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself from his touch. His brow pinched up as he watched you. He grew even more worried. “Hey, talk to me.” He softly told you as he moved his head to get you to look in his eyes.

“I can’t stay here. Not now.” You opened your eyes and looked him in the eyes. You saw the confusion and worry grow in his gaze. “I know, Billy.” His brow frowned even more as he shook his head in confusion. “I know about Dinah.”

His body froze as you spoke her name. His eyes widened and his arms dropped to his sides. A deep frown set onto his face, along with guilt and regret coated his eyes. “Y/N-”

You didn’t let him finish. “Why? After everything, Bill. I’ve been with you since we were teenagers and you…” You took in a deep breath. Harshly, you clenched your eyes shut again. Blocking out the stabbing feeling in your chest as your stomach clenches, having the feeling of an oncoming panic attack. “You just… You just decide to throw that out… and for what reason? For some women? Was I, was I not enough, huh?” You spouted out.

Your words stabbed him, making him rush to answer you. “No, baby, no. That’s not it at all.” He shut his eyes as he knew he had to tell you why he did what he did. About Cerberus. About the mission. So, he did.

He told you the whole thing. Even the fact that Rawlins held his fate and reputation over his head from his involvement with the mission. He didn’t want any part of whatever Rawlins had going on but the man had most of the money in Anvil and also has proof that Billy had a hand in killing that Homeland Security agent even though Billy didn’t know who it was.

You and Billy now sat on the couch after the long explanation from him about what was going on. “He told me to sleep with her.” He whispered. He stared out in front of him as he fiddled with his fingers. “If I didn’t…” His face scrunched up in pain and his eyes watered. You bit the inside of your lip; this was the first time that he’s come close to crying since he started explaining. “If I didn’t… he would have killed you.” His voice cracked and he rasped out to you. He turned to you and a tear fell down his cheek. “He would have killed you and I would rather have you alive and hating me than you not being here at all.” He finally let out a sob and clenched his jaw.

“Oh Baby.” You spoke out softly as you watched his head bow down. You reached out and put a hand at the back of his head and pulled him to you as you kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry.” He clutched the fabric of your shirt and leaned more into you as he sobbed into your shirt. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything for a moment, letting him get all his emotions out before you spoke up. “I get it… I understand, Billy. I do. And we will get through this. I’ll be here.”

He sighed in relief as he reached up to cup your face and then pulled you into a desperate kiss. It screamed relief and love and hope. You pressed back just as desperate and clutched onto his sides.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and then leaned back while pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. His hands left a burn as it trailed up your shirt and gripped the skin on your sides and back. Making you shudder as you softly rocked against him.

Your breaths mingled before he breathed out. “I love you… so fucking much.”

Ripping off your shirt, you gasped and pulled his off as he went about getting your bra off. Trailing his lips down to your neck, he pressed open mouth kisses on the side of your neck. Biting down in a spot, making you gasp out a moan and throw your head back. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he marked your neck and chest with love bites, pressing kisses and licking them as he did so.

His hands scratched down your back as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently and licking at the nub as his hands went down into your leggings and panties and squeezed your ass harshly. He moaned as he felt your skin against his hands and you riding against him.

You felt the hardness against your core as you grinding down onto him. He surprised you by moving so he had you pressed into the couch. Detaching himself for a moment to lean up and then pull your leggings up and off you along with your panties. He leaned back down and kissed over your chest and stomach. His hand trailing down to rub at your entrance. You clenched around nothing as you felt yourself get wetter, as you were already becoming a little slick from the grinding. He bit his lip and leaned up to watch your face as he rubbed your entrance and clit.

Your mouth made an ‘o’ shape as you moaned out and locked eyes with him. “So wet for me, baby. Such a good girl.” He leaned down and kissed you passionately as he continued to rub your pussy till you were slick and ready for his fingers. He pressed his middle finger into your entrance slowly, making sure you aren’t uncomfortable as he went all the way in to the knuckle.

He then slowly thrust his finger in and out for a few strokes before adding another finger, softly curling them. You moaned as you closed your eyes and took in the sensations. His lips and touch, making your stomach clench as you enjoyed the feelings. He made sure you were slick and ready for him as he took his fingers out and then rubbed your entrance, lips and clit with his wet fingers.

He then hurriedly leaned back and undid his belt and pants and pushing them down with his underwear. His cock springing up and hitting his abdomen before bouncing back down. You watched him and licked your lips. He didn’t even pull off his pants all the way, just enough to pull his cock out.

He leaned down and kissed you again, tangling your tongues together as he rubbed his shaft over your lower lips, getting himself slick. He moaned into your mouth as he felt how wet you were with his cock, making him leak pre-cum. He teased at your entrance with a few thrusts of his hips, making you both moan and gasp.

Finally, he reached down and guided himself so his tip is at your entrance and pressed into you. You gave a whining moan as he stretched you out as he slowly entered to the hilt. “Always so tight for me, baby.” He rasped out as he felt your walls clench around him. His cock pulsed slightly as your walls gripped him tightly.

Before long, he started to thrust his cock in and out of your pussy. Slowly picking up the pace as you both gripped at each other’s skin and biting at shoulders and chest.

Sweat started to coat your bodies, making it hard for you to grip at his back, making you dig your nails into his skin. He hissed but moaned as you dug your nails into him. He leaned up and pulled your legs up as he started to thrust faster. He bit at your calf as he watched you come undone at the new angle. Your hands moved down to his thighs as you clenched around him.

“Getting… Getting close, Billy.” You moaned out as you clenched around him again. He groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me” He demanded you. You looked up at him as you clenched down around him and came hard from the buildup and the demanding tone, he gave you.

He gasped and groaned as he felt you cum around his cock, feeling your pussy become soaked and creamy from the orgasm. His hips jerked and his rhythm stuttered as his balls clenched up and he came just after you. Filling you up as you moaned and became extra stimulated at the feeling of him cumming in you. He let your legs go as he leaned down between them and kissed you as his cock twitched in you.

Both of you breathing heavily and coated with sweat, but he didn’t move from you as he laid down over you. Making you wrap your arms around him. He didn’t move, even when he softened inside you but just laid there.

Your hearts started to slow down along with your breathing. You were quiet as your fingers trailed over his back as his hand pushed under your body to hold you.

And you stayed like that for a while before you both had to get up to shower.

But you both were peaceful and ready to face whatever came your way.

#billy russo x reader #billy russo one shot #billy russo imagine #billy russo x female reader #female reader #reader insert #the punisher imagine #the punisher one shot #jigsaw imagine #jigsaw x reader

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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Heres some John Kramer lovey dovey thirst: This is really how I feel about this man, thought I’d share😌

Like when I first seen John get up off the floor in the first SAW, seeing his face, I instantly started feeling a fuzzy warm feeling in my heart. Over the years my love for him grew and grew when I finally watched all the films and dove into his character. I started falling so hard with him, and found him pretty adorable honestly. Everytime I seen him on screen I would be so happy, as if I wasn’t already giddy just watching SAW. I literally care about John, and I always pictured myself being really kind, caring and loving towards John. I could listen to him speak for hours and I would never get tired of him.

Idk how else to explain my feels really but gosh John is so handsome and so, so HOTT. My heart racing just thinking of him. All I know is that my love for John Kramer aka Jigsaw is absolutely endless🥹🥺

i LOVEEEEE this saw is a massive comfort series for me especially john's character i'm so glad i've found my people 🙏 he's so cute his voice and his little laugh <3 and omg especially in saw 2 when he's mocking eric and being all smug that's HOT. and u sound so lovely i 100% believe he would ADORE you. like just imagine him being all sweet to you ! he's definitely the type to recite romantic poetry to you,, dates with john would be unbeatable <3

#saw #saw 2004 #imelda shut up #horror #slasher x reader #john kramer #jigsaw x reader #john kramer x reader #mark hoffman #amanda young

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aphroditedahlias · 2 years

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man i wanna write some yandere jigsaw but i don’t think anyone would read it 💔

#jigsaw x reader

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jurassicass · 1 year

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Biblically accurate Amanda Young

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finababy · 23 days

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#mark hoffman #detective mark hoffman #costas mandylor #mark hoffman x reader #saw #mark hoffman fanart #saw fanart #jigsaw #self ship

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l1ndseyper3z · 2 months

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I really don't know wether I like him or hate him

DATING MARK HOFFMAN HEADCANNONS

[SFW & NSFW] [F!READER]

warnings: Mark being Mark, daddy kink, bondage, age gap (both over 18), praise, degrading, gunplay, public sex, thigh riding, cock-warming, cumming inside, p in v penetrator, eating pussy, sucking cock, petplay, bootlicking, boot grinding, thigh riding, choking, sir kink, master kink, spanking, strong language

you are responsible for your own media consumption. minors dni.

SFW

master of PDA and physical touch

he needs everyone to know that you are his and NOBODY is allowed to even glance at you the wrong way.

if anybody even looks at you for slightly too long he perfectly flexes to expose the gun on his hip

if you're younger than him (which chances are, you are cause idk he gives off younger gf vibes) he is so protective

it does get a bit much sometimes but with the knowledge of his sister you can't exactly blame him

he always plays with ur hair

it grounds both you and him

he has to be big spoon

he likes having control and being able to keep you safe

100% teaches you self-defense

with the shit he sees (and does) he wants you to be able to protect yourself when he's not around

worries that jigsaw will test you

even though you've done nothing to deserve that because you're an absolute angel in his eyes

defo that boyf that follows you around stores carrying all ur bags and clothes

always kissing ur neck and hugging ur waist

he took quite a while to get used to you and begin to trust you because of his sister

will watch all ur fav movies and shows with you but complain the whole time (even tho he's secretly enjoying it)

pet names for you 100% consist of baby doll, baby girl, my girl, my girl, darling and sweet girl

he's so sassy for no reason whatsoever (name a saw dude who isn't???)

can be a bit cruel sometimes

and his ego gets in the way of apologising

when he realises he's fucked up he'll buy you flowers or something

he isn't great with his words so prefers to let his actions speak louder

he tries to like the music you like

if you tell him you relate to a song he'll figure out what it means and read through the lyrics to try and understand you better

THIGH GRIPPER

he so caresses your thighs when he's driving

half the time he dosent even realise he's doing it, it just happens

cooks for you

he so puts his hands in your back pockets

he just does

NSFW

100% gets bricked when you wear his clothes

ROUGH DOM

makes you beg to cum

uses vibrators on you as punishment

call him daddy in bed

just do it

it awakens something in him

will tie you up and use handcuffs on you

edges you

overstimulates you

has made you suck on his gun

or fucked you with his gun

absolute master of sucking pussy

chokes you when you aren't behaving

icl he is quite selfish when it comes to sex

wants you to suck him off all the time

ESPECIALLY IN HIS OFFICE AT WORK

He just loves looking down at your little pathetic tear and spit coated face as you suck on his big fat cock

King of praise and degradation

"look at my pretty little whore, sucking daddys cock so well"

"spread your legs slut"

so forces you to warm his cock when you've been a bad girl

and makes you ride his thigh when you're being a desperate slut

always cums inside you

he's not very vocal but you can get the occasional groan or curse out of him

lasts scarily long

will have sex anywhere, anytime

he has such a high sex drive

why do I get the vibe he has made you grind on his boot before

gags.

collars.

he's a kinky bitch and is probs into petplay of some form

"pups don't talk. now, if you lick daddys shoes clean he might just fuck your desperate little pussy"

just wants to see you panting on your knees below him as you obey his every command

will fuck your little pussy like there's no tomorrow

"good puppy, taking it so well for daddy"

will bend you over his knee and spank you as a punishment

and make you count aloud

and thank him

"now, bratty girls have to be punished, count out loud and be sure to thank master for teaching you how to behave"

"pup, I can't quite hear you, should sir up it to 25 spanks?"

his aftercare is okay

cuddles, water and maybe a shower but thats pretty much it

I'm sorry this turned out to be utter filth 😭

#saw posting #sawposting #jigsaw #saw 2004 #saw franchise #mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #headcanon #headcanons #fanfic #fanfiction #Spotify

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tuiccim · 3 months

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Wrecked (Part 1)

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

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of infertility, attempted physical assault

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

Wrecked Masterlist

You were peeling potatoes when you heard the rumble of Frank’s truck as it pulled up to the cabin. Was it strange you still felt nervous when he came home after all these months? Maybe because you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. You weren’t an Omega that any “normal” Alpha would want, and you know that your relationship with Frank was born more out of solace and comfort than anything else. Still, you loved him and he seemed to love you. So, you smiled when you heard his gravelly voice call, “Hey babe.”

“Hey. I’m in the kitchen,” you reply.

“Whatcha cookin’?” Frank asks as he sets his lunch box in its spot.

“Just boring old meatloaf and mashed potatoes,” you smile at him over your shoulder.

“Mmm, does that mean I get a meatloaf sandwich in my lunch tomorrow?” Frank sidles up behind you and rests his hands on your hips.

“If you like.”

“I like,” he confirms as he squeezes your hips suggestively. “Do I have time to shower?”

“You have about 30 minutes before it’s ready,” you confirm as you rinse the peeled potatoes.

“Great,” he retreats to your bedroom and you immediately miss his warmth.

You had found each other by accident. He had come to your small town by chance. Many people passed through on their way to bigger towns but he decided to stay. He wandered into your bar, drank alone, talked but didn’t flirt as you tended to him, and ended up breaking up a fight between two alphas quite adeptly. You had been impressed and a little enticed until you noticed the claiming mark on his neck. Fully expecting him to disappear into the night, you were surprised when he showed up again the next night. And the one after that. You had joked that you should hire him as a bouncer and he had laughed but then asked if anyone in town was hiring. Referring him to the two places you knew were looking, you poured him a congratulatory drink when he told you he had landed a spot. You remember back to that time…

Close to the end of the night, you were cutting off a young alpha who took offense. You were used to handling drunks and thought you had defused the situation when he walked away from the bar. A few of his friends ribbed him and the group left just as you announced last call. You shut down, counted out, and sent the rest of your staff home. As the daughter of a prominent alpha and known as a rejected and broken omega, you felt secure in the town. Perhaps that was a bit of your own arrogance. You had just made it to your car when you were slammed against it by a large body and your head was pulled to one side by the grip in your hair.

Alcohol laden breath spoke in your ear, “You need to learn your place, ‘mega.”

“Get off of me!” You yelled, bucking against his hold.

“Don’t worry. I don’t wanna fuck the wrecked omega. I’m just gonna give you the beating your daddy never did. Pathetic, unfuckable thing you are, I’m surprised he let you live. Shoulda- Agh!” The young alpha’s words cut off by his own scream.

You’re pulled roughly to the ground by his grip in your hair but roll away from him quickly and scoot out of his range. He’s holding onto his side and you look up at the tire iron gripped in a strong hand. Following it up, you see Frank and breathe a sigh of relief. Frank is obviously not done yet as he lands another blow to the alpha’s stomach then one across the face.

He stops and leans over his prey, “Is that something like the beating your daddy never gave you? I ever see you here again, I’ll kill you. Understand?”

When no answer comes, Frank raises the tire iron for another swing but the other alpha holds his hands up and wheezes, “Yes!”

“Get the fuck out of here!” Frank yells and watches as the man scrambles off into the darkness. Turning to you, he holds a hand out to help you up, “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you,” you brush yourself off as you speak, trying to appear nonchalant but clearly shaken up.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” Frank grouses at you.

“I’m fine. That’s the first time-”

“It only takes one time. You have to be more careful,” Frank interrupts.

“I- I’m fine,” you say again. You drop your keys because your hands are shaking and pick them up only to drop them again.

“Hey,” Frank covers your hands with his.

“I’m fine,” you whisper again, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” Frank pulls you around to look at him. His face softens as he sees the unshed tears in your eyes, “You’re not fine. Let me take you home.”

You surrender your keys to him and nod. You tell him what direction to head in and silence stretches between you until you can stand it no longer. “So, Frank, what’s your story?”

“What do you mean?” Frank hedges.

“I mean a lone alpha wandering into town and staying isn’t very common. What brought you here? What made you stay?”

“My truck. A good bar that pours a stiff drink and a job,” Frank replies.

“Okay, then,” you recognize when someone doesn’t want to talk about their past.

“How long have you worked at the bar?” Frank asks.

“I own the bar,” you retort.

“How long have you owned the bar?”

“Since the last owner sold it to me,” you sass.

Frank surprises you by letting a laugh rumble out of his chest and you can’t help the smile that quirks your lips. His scent is suddenly stronger in the small space of your car, not hidden by the scents of the bar. It’s enticing and warm. You feel yourself responding to it and clench your thighs.

“Didn’t seem like that was your first fight. Army?” You guess.

“Marines.”

“Oorah,” you glance over at him and as headlights pass you see the mating mark on his neck again. It’s faded but definitely there. “Where’s your mate?”

Frank’s entire demeanor shifts as if a darkness had covered him entirely. He growls, “Gone.”

“I’m sorry,” you study your hands. Feeling awkward at having obviously brought up a painful subject.

“She and both my pups were killed. Car crash,” he says quietly.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine.”

“Since we’re on sore subjects, why are you a ‘wrecked omega’?” Frank glances over at you.

“Turn left just past the highway sign up ahead,” you point out the sign. “Because I can’t have children. My mate rejected me because of it.”

“Sounds like a jackass,” Frank says.

“He was from another pack. My father wanted me to lie to him but I couldn’t and I understood when he decided to reject me. He was very kind about it but the reason got out. It’s common knowledge that I’m broken. Take the next right and then the third left.”

“Guess that makes two of us,” Frank says reflectively.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Frank shakes his head as he takes the turns.

“Um, you’ll cross over some train tracks and then a bridge. It’ll be the next house on the right,” you explain. He nods but remains silent. You knot your fingers while trying to think of something to say. You’re relieved when you go over the bridge a few minutes later and the front porch light on your cabin shines like a beacon. “That’s it,” you point.

He parks the car, hands you the keys, and walks you to the front steps. You go up and unlock the door. Turning back, you wait for him to follow you inside.

“I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow night,” Frank turns to walk away.

“What are you doing?” You ask, confused.

“I’ll just walk back,” he shrugs.

“It’s over five miles back to town,” you say incredulously.

“I’ll be alright.”

“I’m not letting you walk back to town. Let’s go,” you tilt your head towards the house.

“I-”

“I can’t be alone right now, please,” you say in hopes of convincing him.

“Okay,” he says as he climbs the steps.

You let him in and then lock the door behind you. You take your boots off, hang up your bag, and head to the kitchen as you decide you need a drink. “Would you like something?” You ask as you pour yourself a glass of wine.

“Got anything stronger?”

“I have everything stronger,” you scoff playfully.

“Whiskey?” Frank smirks.

“Ice?”

“Nah.”

You pour him two fingers of the liquor and hand it over. Studying him over the rim of your glass, you wonder what else there was to this stranger. He was good-looking and seemed decent. You hope he is considering you just invited him into your house.

“Got an extra pillow and blanket?” He asks.

“What for?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

You lean over the counter and give him a look, “I told you I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

Frank leisurely lets his eyes slide down to peak at the cleavage your position was clearly showing off and smirked, “You sure?”

“Yeah, Marine. I mean, if you think you can handle me,” you toss the words over your shoulder as you walk to your bedroom.

“Oorah,” Frank grins as he follows you.

The two of you fell into a routine. He came to the bar for a drink after work, stayed until last call, and you invited him back to your place. After a couple of weeks, you offered him a key saying that working all day and then staying at the bar until close each night had to be exhausting. If he wanted, he could wait for you at the cabin. If he was still awake when you got home, you fucked. If he was asleep, he usually woke you up fucking you the next morning. He was insatiable and you enjoyed it more than you cared to admit. You had never had the sole attention of an alpha for any time outside of your heat (which was a bane seeing as your body still went through it despite your inability to conceive) and the betas you had dated never seemed to stick around long. Even they didn't want the broken omega.

In the time Frank had been with you, he gave every indication of being a good man who wanted a simple life. Despite his seeming contentment, you often wondered why he stayed and when he would decide to go. He knew you could never give him kids and in the times you’d seen him with them, he seemed entirely natural. He would be an amazing father, had been an amazing father you were sure. And it ate at you. Why did he stay? Your fear wouldn’t let you ask because that may hasten his leaving you. You never discussed your relationship. You just lived it everyday and, for the most part, you were happy.

But your heat was coming soon. It would be his second time seeing you through it and it was just another reminder of your brokenness. You would have to bring it up.

Setting dinner on the table, you jump when you feel a hand on your backside, “Oh! How does a man your size move so quietly?”

Frank chuckles, “Maybe cause I’m barefoot.”

You laugh with him as he wiggles his toes. Most see the quiet, stoic side of this man but you’ve been allowed to see the funny and sweet side of him. It’s what made you love him. After you’d both eaten a bit, you broach the subject on your mind.

“There’s something we need to talk about.”

“Uh-oh. What’d I do?”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

“Heard that before,” Frank’s brow furrows.

“My heat is coming in the next few weeks,” you say nervously.

“Okay…”

“Will you, um, help me through it?”

“Yeah. Why are you asking? Is there someone else you want to help you or something?”

“No! I just didn’t want to assume.”

“You didn’t want to assume that I’d take care of my Omega?” Frank asks, clearly offended.

“You’ve never called me that before,” you say in surprise.

“I’ve called you that plenty,” Frank shrugs.

“You’ve called me ‘mega, occasionally Omega, but you’ve never called me yours. Never ‘my Omega’.”

“Never, huh?”

“No,” you whisper, looking away. Guilt and shame welled in you for even bringing it up.

“What is it you want from me, my Omega?”

You glance up at him. His face is curious but not angry as you feared he would be, “What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to mate you?” Frank asks as he takes another bite of his dinner.

“No!” You say a little too forcefully. Seeing Frank’s brows draw together, you babble, “I don’t expect that from you. I know I’m not what an Alpha wants, since I can’t have kids. I’m not asking you for anything. Just… just to see me through my heat.” You didn’t expect it from him. You didn’t expect any Alpha to mate you. Neither of you had even said I love you. You do love him and you think he feels something for you but you would never tell him. You wouldn’t try to force him into being stuck with you.

“I will. You would be safer if you were mated. With the bar and everything,” Frank says as he forks another bite.

“I know but there aren’t many Alphas or even Betas out there that would take a mate who can’t have kids,” you say a bit exasperated.

“Then I’ll mate you,” Frank says quietly.

Your heart swells and breaks in the same moment, “No, Frank. I know you well enough to know you want children again. I know you want to protect me but I won’t take your future from you.”

“I’m happy here with you. That’s enough for me,” Frank insists.

“Frank-”

“I’m mating you when your heat comes,” Frank interrupts before taking the last bite of his food and getting up to put his plate in the sink, effectively cutting off the conversation. He looks back and gestures to your half eaten plate, “Finish up and I’ll do the dishes.”

“I’m done,” you hand the plate to him and stand awkwardly. You aren’t sure what to say or even what you feel. You try to think of something that will take this feeling away that you’re going to ruin his future and the feeling that you were a settlement rather than a choice. You decide to pour yourself a glass of wine.

“You, uh, remember me telling you about my friend, Billy?” Frank asks as he sloshes water in the sink. You would never understand why he won’t use the dishwasher. One of his idiosyncrasies.

“Russo, right? He owns a security company?” You try to remember the details of the conversation you’d had about the man.

“Yeah, he called me today,” Frank pauses.

“...About something in particular?”

“He’s gonna pass through the area next week and wanted to stop here for a few days. Catch up,” Frank explains.

“Oh, okay. I’ll clean up the guest room for him,” you say.

“I can put him at the motel,” Frank hedges.

“He doesn’t know about me?” You ask, voice hollow.

“He knows. I just don’t want you to feel obligated to put him up,” Frank grouses.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. Clearing your throat, you say, “Of course, your friend can stay here. Um, is there anything I can make that he likes?”

“Just keep the good whiskey out and he’ll be happy,” Frank smiles.

It lightens your heart and you finally feel able to take a deep breath, “That I can do.”

“Oh, and Bill’s a flirt. Don’t be surprised if he teases you.”

“Noted. You should bring him up to the bar. Cecily’s supposed to be back next week, too,” you smile as you watch Frank make a face. A long-time friend who is quite the social butterfly and ends up at your bar more often than not, had tried to rouse Frank’s interest when he first blew into town but he had ignored her attempts and played off her flirtations. She had been out of town for a while but had recently texted that she would be returning.

“Oh, god, no. Those two would create havoc together,” Frank shakes his head.

You laugh, feeling more relaxed, “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, Bill can be a bit of a troublemaker, too,” Frank confirms.

“Oh, I hope they are here at the same time. I could use some entertainment.”

“Your funeral,” Frank laughs as he shakes his head.

“Do you know when next week?”

“Nope. He’s not great at specifics,” Frank shrugs.

“Well, I’ll have the room and a bottle of whiskey at the ready,” you smile.

Frank smiles back as he dries his hands and prowls towards you.

“What’s that look about, Marine?” You narrow your eyes and move deftly around the couch.

Frank gives a low, gravelly laugh before rumbling out, “Oorah.” He begins to chase after you with a teasing, predatory glint in his eye.

“Frank!” You yell as you round the couch and stay out of his reach.

He wanted a chase and you were more than happy to oblige him. Some feral, primal part of him occasionally took hold and it was thrilling when it did. He stalked you like prey around the living room until you made a break for the back door. You fly through it with him hot on your heels. Running parallel to the creek by your cabin, you make it to the tree line and weave around the trunks. He doesn’t know the woods as well as you but he’s faster. It was only a matter of time before he’d catch up. You stop to listen for a moment but know you can’t stay still long. Hearing nothing, you decide to change directions but your mistake is discovered quickly when his arm wraps around your middle and you’re lifted off your feet momentarily. You laugh and turn in his arms to face him. He kisses you and you use the opportunity to push him while his guard is down. Something you’d never done before. He stumbles over the tree roots and you turn to run again. He catches your ankle and you go down but you manage to kick his hand away and get to your feet. You can hear him half growl, half laugh at this turn of events. You thread your way through the trees again and then skirt the edge of the creek before doubling back towards the house. You were nearly back to the tree line when your momentum was suddenly brought up short and you landed with your back against a tree. Frank’s body pinned you in place as his hands ripped open his fly. He pulls your clothing away with no patience and within seconds has your legs wrapped around him as he enters your body.

The first thrust is pure bliss. You were thoroughly wet from the excitement of the chase and he roared as he took you. He pounded into you, railing you against that tree. You clutched at him, nails raking across his shoulders and body bowed as your orgasm built.

“Alpha, oh fuck!” You cried out as you felt your body spasm around him. The orgasm slammed through you with the same hard persistence as his cock. A few more jerky thrusts and he was groaning his release. He holds you in place as your breathing returns to normal.

After a moment, you murmur in his ear, “Maybe I should call you caveman instead of marine.”

Frank laughs as he gently pulls away from you, “If I was a caveman, I’d just hit you over the head with a club and drag you to the bedroom by your hair.”

“Mmm, true. Guess I’ll just stick to calling you marine,” you lean in and kiss him.

Making your way back to the house, you look up at the first stars beginning to appear as the sun sets and make a wish. It was a stupid, silly wish that you’d made over and over again since you were a young girl. One that would never come true for a broken omega. As you looked over at the Alpha you were sharing your life with, you wondered why you still wished it. He was more than you ever believed you could have. So, why wasn’t it enough?

Part 2

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princessgorewhorexx · 4 months

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what do the slashers watch on YouTube?

Jigsaw (John Kramer): 5 Minute Crafts

Amanda: predator catching videos (she’s searching for new subjects)

Bubba Sawyer: GRWM videos

Thomas Hewitt: baby ducks swimming in pools

Carrie White: i can’t even make a joke here because she’s so precious and she would probably watch videos on “How To Be Popular” and that makes me cry

Chromeskull: alpha male videos

Patrick Bateman: Jeremy Fragrance (you thought i was gonna say alpha male videos, jokes on you)

Vincent Sinclair: speed sketches! but his guilty pleasure videos to watch are dancing videos but i can’t explain why. i just think it’s funny for him to sit in his studio and watch those dance videos where a popular song plays with those people dancing in a dance studio and he’s kinda grooving.

Bo Sinclair: redneck youtube (gun reviews, country music videos)

Brahms Heelshire: cocomelon. and yeah he says it along with the intro. *piano intro* cOcOmELon

OG Michael Myers: old man that does not care about youtube, is probably a boomer who only thinks about killing

RZ Michael Myers: 5 Minute Crafts, but gets unbelievably angry when the craft doesn’t make sense

Freddy Krueger: Best One Liners To Use Against Your Haters!! (it’s just a youtube video made by a 12 year old x-box player)

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tokoyamisstuff · 4 months

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Y/N, about Hoffman: I could fix him.

Jigsaw: Please don't. It took a lot of work to fuck him up this bad.

#saw #mark hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #Jigsaw #john kramer #self insert #shitpost #incorrect quote

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tunaslayer696969 · 6 months

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Amanda young x reader

tw: blood , guns , heavy make out?, mentions of death. You have nightmares of Amanda getting shot in the neck and dying basically saw 3 :)

You turn the burner off taking the pasta off the stove pouring it in to a strainer then grabbing the pasta sauce and hamburger meat pouring it in to a bowl you then mix it up when you set the fork down the oven dings you turn around and grab a oven mitten and pull the garlic bread out then set it down on the container top and turn the oven off then grab a knife and cut the bread in to even pieces then grabbing a plate and putting some pasta and garlic bread on the plate then grab a monster drink from the fridge and you put a fork on the plate and grab the Plate and monster walking out the kitchen then down a hall the to the left walking up stairs to a room where you see Amanda working on a trap on the desk before you walk in you gently knock on the doorway when you do Amanda raises her head from what’s she’s doing and turning to you a gently smile shows on Amanda’s face and you return the smile with another smile “I made you some food seeing as you been here all day I thought you would like pasta and a drink to help you through your work” Amanda makes room on her desk for the plate and monster you walk over and set the plate and the monster on her desk “don’t stay up to late Amanda..please” you gently lay a hand on Amanda’s shoulder with a small smile “I’ll try and thank you for the food and drink I needed it” Amanda puts her hand on top of the one on her shoulder “if you want more just call me and I can make you another plate” you move some stuff over on her desk then turn around and put you butt to the desk then lift yourself sliding on to the desk sitting there “so what are you working on now” “I’m fixing a reverse bear trap right now” Amanda says as she stuffs her face full of food you smile and giggle at the mess she’s made on her face you reach over to the left and grab a rag then gently grab Amanda’s chin and pull her face closer to you then you wipe the food of her face and once your done you set the rag down but you don’t let go of her face instead you lean closer and kiss her on her big red lips you close your eyes and lean more in to the kiss tasting the food you made for her as Amanda puts her hands around your waist pulling you to her lap you fall in to her lap reaching your arms around her neck as the kiss gets heated more wet more noises coming from where you and Amanda are before you can go any further a cough comes from the doorway shocked you and Amanda pull back and both wipe your mouths you stand up pull your shirt down fixing it “so I see your busy” you’ve come to recognize the man as mark mark Hoffman “I was just about to leave” you speak up going to walk out the room but Amanda grabs your arm “no stay he won’t be long right?” She tilts her head with a smirk looking at mark “right I won’t be long Amanda John wants your help with the new trap but seeing as your…” mark looks at you again trailing your body “busy…I’ll help him then” Amanda let’s go of your arm and grabs mark by the shirt “back off I’ll Help John and don’t look at y/n like that okay?” Amanda leans closer to mark looking like she’s about to rip his head off for looking to you like that you gently walk up and pull Amanda off mark “help John I’ll fix the trap you were working on” as soon as Amanda hears your voice she’s calms down and let’s go of mark with a scoff and walk away “is that all you needed mark?” You say as you gently fix his shirt and step backing with a soft smile “for now” he says with a smirk then walks off to once mark is gone you let a sigh out turning back to the desk moving the half eaten food off the desk then sit down where Amanda just was sitting then working on the trap…….

A hand on your shoulder shocks you awake you pull back in fright looking up to see mark with his hand on your shoulder “mark?” You look around “where’s Amanda?” You ask mark as he takes her hand off your shoulder “she’s getting back from helping John she should be her soon” you nod your head standing up stretching when you put your arms above your head and stretch your shirt rises and marks eyes shot down to where your shirt no longer covers starting long and hard you feel eyes on you and you put your arms down fast and fix your shirt “shame Amanda is the one who got you” mark says not so quietly to himself “excuse me?” Mark realized he said that out loud and shook his head “nothing” just on beat Amanda walks back looking a little beat and sweaty you smile and go to hug her but the smell that comes from Amanda stops you “ew you stink” Amanda rolls her eyes “well gee that’s one way to greet me” you smile and giggle “take a shower then I’ll give you that greeting you want” mark rolls his eyes and walk out and when he does Amanda smirks “I will after I get one kiss” you go to say no but when you make eye contact with her and then you see her smirk you break and fall in love all over again and smile and lean in for a small kiss but when you do Amanda wraps you in a hug and rubs herself all over you smiling and laughing you hug her back “now we both need to shower” Amanda says as she while catching her breath letting you go from the death hug you smile and sniff your shirt and fake gag “ewww! Amanda!” You smack her arm “really!” You smile and giggle as Amanda sticks her tongue out at you the stop and take in the moment happy you got put in that trap knowing if you didn’t you would’ve never meet Amanda you gently walk up to her and pull her in to a soft kiss pouring all your love in to a kiss you pull back and really look at her she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen and ever will “I love you Amanda I always will” you feel tears falling from your face dripping on to Amanda’s still face you realize it was memories going through your head you come to the moment seeing Amanda with blood all over her neck remembering the guy who shot her in the neck you shake Amanda “Amanda please..please don’t leave me…” you shake her again but she doesn’t move she doesn’t even blink you hear John grunt in pain in the bed “please your all I have..if I lose you then I’m truly Alone…PLEASE!….” You break tears went from slowly showing to now poring you lay your head on her chest trying to feel a heart beat but you feel nothing….you jump out of bed sweating “it’s a dream….” Panic you look and feel around for Amanda you get out of bed running door to door calling out Amanda each door you look through your hope dies more till you get to the last door you slam the door open waking Amanda up from her desk nap you start to cry and run to Amanda holding her as close as you can “w-why are you crying” you sniffle “your alive..your alive my Amanda your alive..” Amanda rubs her eyes “yea I’m alive what are you talking about” you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “I just want to hold you” you bring Amanda’s face closer to you then you move your head to her chest listening to her heartbeat…

#Amanda young x reader #reader x Amanda young #Idk #I’m tired #Amanda x reader #Saw x reader #jigsaw x reader

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