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Nemesis: Reformation (3)

Summary: Frank Castle didn’t expect to end up in a HYDRA base when he followed a lead intended for the syndicates. He also didn’t expect to find you barely conscious and tortured within an inch of your life. His decision to save you at that moment led you to spend the next ten years rebuilding yourself from the ashes of your former life. Frank Castle, Billy Russo, and Matt Murdock aid you in your quest for retribution until your old life catches up with you.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU, The Punisher, Daredevil

Pairings: Female Reader x (Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY SMUT CONTENT AHEAD. polyamorous relationships, reverse harem, blatant disregard for canon timelines and events, Punisher canon level of violence and gore, strong language, physical insecurities, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, some light choking

A/N: Much thanks to @pigwidgeonxo and @venusofthehardsells for having a look just to check if I'm even making any sense. Also, hi @its-my-little-dumpster-fire. Do you still like Billy?

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2:3 Roast Beef

Waking up after finally facing someone connected with your purpose didn’t feel like anything you expected. You had been actively chasing after the people responsible, purposely unearthing information that could lead you to your goal. Killing the man who had left his signature permanently all over your skin and even deeper wounds in your soul was a victory. You should be celebrating. This was a win for you.

But all you felt was cold rage.

His death by your hands had awakened a hunger inside your already unstable psyche. A hunger for blood. It was ironic that the first time in years that you had felt in control, not as a victim of shit circumstance, was when you let loose the turmoil inside you. 

The constant crippling ache of grief in your chest was all at once replaced with an echoing hollowness and a reinforced determination. Instead of relief, it only burned with more fury begging to be unleashed. And why shouldn’t you? The sorrow and trauma you had kept under tight control released and burned brightly in that last encounter. It consumed you, propelled you to kill with no remorse. This was a path of retribution you chose afterall, you reminded yourself. There was no relief, but there was a faint sense of accomplishment. You were a step closer to your goal and at the very least the decimated body you left would send a clear message.

You were coming for him.

You could be patient in your vengeance, but Billy and Frank were right. You needed to be ruthless. You knew that more than once blood would stain your own hands. You knew, but it was only now that you truly understood and now you have accepted it. There was one thing you didn’t count on and you weren’t sure how to feel about it yet. When you hurt your torturer, when you felt his life leave him by your hands, you liked it.

More than you expected.

More than you wanted to admit to yourself.

Frank barely recognized you when he saw you conscious again. His whole body went rigid as he felt the palpable shift in your demeanour. Your eyes now held a coldness that sent a shiver down even his spine; bitterness, resolution, and a calculating awareness now dominated your gaze. It filled him with apprehension and it only worsened as he saw you continually push yourself during training. 

“She’s gonna kill herself with exhaustion if she keeps this up,” Billy muttered as he stood beside Frank, joining him as he watched you from a distance as you completely destroyed a sparring dummy with your bare hands.

He was going to have to order a few new ones along with cases of bullets and new targets for the range. It wasn’t just your hand-to-hand you had been working on. There was a notable difference with how you fought now too. Where all your past training with SHIELD and the Avengers moulded you to be more on the defensive, to take measured and careful actions to disarm or disable efficiently, now you were taking more of a relentless offensive. You were a war dog off your leash. You were either preparing yourself to face Goliath himself or you were trying to work out all that aggression inside you. At this point it could be either one, but they both knew all too well how destructive this type of hyper focus could be.

Especially when murder was the goal.

“Or she’s gonna get herself killed on a mission,” Frank grunted, shaking his head. “She’s bound to get reckless.”

“Speaking from experience?” Billy teased.

Frank glowered at him, but he was too worried about you to put any real threat behind it. The only thing that gave him a sliver of reassurance was the fact that you still continued to crawl into bed with him. The mindblowing sex aside, he was glad that you still came to him to ground yourself from the nightmares that now plagued both your sleep and your consciousness.

That meant you weren’t totally lost.

But Frank was. He didn’t know how to help you aside from holding you through the night. This was a problem that couldn’t be solved with his fists. You needed more. You needed something else.

“What she needs is an outlet. I have an idea,” Billy said as he started to stroll toward you. He turned back to Frank for a second to throw him a wicked grin that pulled at the Punisher’s nerves. “You’re not gonna like it though.”

Frank jogged after him, wanting to discuss this idea between the two of them first but Billy was already smiling down at your curious expression. He looked far too pleased with himself.

“Do we have a new lead?” you asked as you tugged at the wraps on your hands. There was a hopeful anticipation in your eyes and a hard set on your chin as you waited for Billy to respond.

“Not yet, but I have something else for you. I may have a way for you to repay my generous hospitality.”

“I’m not sucking your dick, Russo.”

A laugh erupted from his lips as you rolled your eyes at him, but the small lift at the corner of your lips said that you weren’t too bothered. You were used to him propositioning you on a regular basis by now and it had grown to be part of your regular banter.

“Just to be clear, I’ve been asking you out to dinner,” he said while wagging his brows, which didn’t exactly support his claim to innocence. “But if that date happens to end with your pretty mouth making a meal out of me then I’m not about to complain.”

You shook your head, silently chastising him for his filthy mouth despite the small thrill that ran down your spine. The charm on Billy Russo should be classified as a weapon. It was downright lethal.

“So what did you have in mind then?” Your brow raised as his grin grew wider. He was definitely up to some trouble.

“I need you to shoot up some gangbangers for me.”

“Fucking what?” Frank yelled, his scowl speaking volumes on his disapproval.

"I'll do it."

Frank turned his scowl over to you at your easy agreement. You shrugged and he just kept shaking his head.

"I need something to do."

Something to kill.

“Now now, Frankie. Just because you’re parking your dick in the pretty girl doesn’t mean you can make her decisions for her,” he clicked his tongue as he playfully scolded his best friend.

Your head tilted in thought at that. Billy apparently knew, it appears for a while now, that you and Frank were sleeping together and yet he still kept pursuing you. It wasn’t a secret, but neither of you had been advertising your new closeness either. Unless he was completely joking about asking you out, but you knew that he would follow through the moment you said yes. Very curious. There was also no malice in his teasing. A part of you had been a little worried about how he would react when he found out, but all you heard in his voice was something like intrigue. You pushed that aside for another time, having no mental capacity to unpack all that right now.

Right now you have a mission.

Billy was smirking down at you, completely ignoring Frank’s grumbled protests and his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. It wasn’t a hard decision. The moment he mentioned the task, the bloodlust that was resting just under your very skin roared to life and you couldn’t help your own lips curling into a wider grin.

“Let's go paint the town red, pretty girl.”

“It’s a date.”

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“I still think this is a bad idea, Blackbird” Frank grunted, scuffling could be heard over the comms coming from his end followed by a thick silence. 

A row of unconscious bodies lined the back alley wall by the dumpster he was crouching behind. The night covered him as well as the narrow alley behind the local bar that was the known hangout place for this gang. Frank had been blitz attacking every sorry patron that came out the back to smoke or piss. It would take them out of the equation for a while and allow you a clean opening for your targets.

You understood why he didn’t like this idea. It meant more blood on your hands, blood that wasn’t even connected to your vengeance. It meant you were getting deeper and deeper into this life, but goddamn it you were itching to pull the trigger. Sure this time it was a few low level gangsters who had attempted to kidnap the child of one of Billy’s clients, a senator and his family he had been tasked to protect. 

But what about next time?

“It’s just some anger management, Raven,” Billy chuckled from his rooftop perch three streets away, the faint sound of him tinkering with his sniper rifle travelled through the earpieces. “Two coming out. Last ones.”

Frank scoffed, knowing damn well that he offered this task for his own gain and he would probably continue to offer you similar ones in the future. Billy was a businessman and he saw an opportunity to please a client, help your growing agitation, and gain a new asset in you. Win-fucking-win. Frank could hardly do anything about it when you had so easily agreed so he resigned himself to doing his part.

"It's so cute how you two have pet names for each other," you said, teasing but lacking the previous sunny playfulness in your tone.

"They're not pet names," Frank snorted, huffing as the last one fell limp under his choke hold. "They're our old Marine code names. All clear, Blackbird?"

"Confirmed, Raven. Bartender should be moving to the backroom in five minutes as instructed," Billy said, his scope trained on the remaining three inside the bar. "Feeling left out, pretty girl? You can call me whatever you want."

You swear to god he winked. You couldn't see him, but you were sure of it. You rolled your eyes under the low hood of your jacket as you continued to pretend to be busy on your phone. You were sitting on the bus stop right across the bar as you waited for your cue to enter. You were leaning back and relaxed, looking just like any other civilian waiting for the bus but inside you your blood was roaring and your nerves were jumping in anticipation.

"We should give you a code name too though," Billy added, biding the time until he could signal you to go in.

"Hummingbird because you're a restless little shit," Frank suggested, the smile evident in his tone.

"Dead dove," Billy said to which both you and Frank snorted. "What? She is presumed dead."

"What about something cheesy then like Phoenix?" Frank snickered.

"Hedwig," Billy said and Frank hummed his agreement. "The fluffy snowy white owl in the wizard kid movies."

"Why can't I get a normal badass one like you guys? Why do I have to be a fictional bird?"

Because you weren't tainted like them.

At least that's what Billy thought. The code names that they carry weren't just a reminder of their brotherhood, but the darkened path that they previously walked together. He saw a spark of idealism and innocence in you when you first met. The world was still black and white to you, not the sickening variety of grey that Frank and Billy knew it to be. Even now your wrath was in the name of something good. Naming you something with humour was, to him, hopefully a reminder for you to hold on to your remaining light and for him to help preserve it. A snow white owl seemed appropriate.

"We can call you Pigeon instead. Your choice, pretty bird," Billy chuckled, far too pleased with his play on words.

"I hate you both."

"Lies," Billy laughed before his tone dropped to something more serious. "You're clear to enter, Hedwig."

You huffed as you rose to your feet, pocketing your phone while discreetly checking on your weapons. You placed your hands inside the pockets of your hoodie, a casual gesture but also meant to hide how your hands were slightly shaking. You forced yourself to take two steadying breaths before you opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit bar. 

Three pairs of eyes immediately followed you as you made your way to a seat by the empty bar, consciously not making eye contact with your targets. Your fingers tapped on the sticky countertop, looking like you were just impatiently waiting for the bartender but you were waiting for someone else entirely.

"You wanna party, girlie?"

Predictable.

You turned on your seat and watched the small shock and slow satisfied grin grow on the man's features. Even mostly hidden by your hood, it was evident that you had a beautiful face and he was thanking whatever god he subscribed to for his luck as the corners of your lips lifted in what he thought was flirtatious amusement.

"You say that to all the girls? Even underaged ones you plan on kidnapping?"

His smile dropped immediately, confusion replacing it followed by anger as his fists clenched. His hand snapped out to grip your wrist tightly, pulling you close to him until you could smell the stale beer on his breath. Disgusting. You frowned at the stench of him and the proximity of his ugly face to yours, an expression he mistook for you feeling intimidated.

"What the hell are you on, bitch? Who fucking sent you?"

The nervousness you felt earlier eased out of your body. In its place was a sense of calm and focus. Here was a target. A bad man. A man who needed to be punished because who knew whose child they would try to kidnap next. What if next time they succeeded? The reasoning was sound in your mind. The logic justified what you were there to do. The small smile playing on your lips widened as the bloodlust rushed through you.

"The senator sends his regards."

He was too slow to react, too slow to process the shock and confusion as he registered your words. Your free hand slipped into the pockets of your hoody, pulling the trigger of your pistol immediately and shooting through the fabric. It hit him right in the gut causing him to stagger away from you, releasing your wrist in favor of uselessly trying to clutch at his profusely bleeding stomach. He stared at you with horror before his eyes faded and he dropped to the sticky floor with a loud thump.

If the silenced gunshot didn’t get their attention, then their companion dropping to the ground lifelessly in a pool of his own blood certainly did. The other two shot to their feet, chairs scraping loudly and bottles crashing to the floor with all signs of inebriation vanishing from the sudden threat. 

They returned your shots as you made a jump to take cover behind the bar. Furniture went flying and clattered noisily. Your mind buzzed through the chaos as you calculated your next move, almost relishing the adrenaline pumping in your veins.

Their bullets continued to rain down on the front of the bar, the thick wood splintering loudly on impact but they didn’t sound like they were making any move to come closer. Fucking pussies. You rolled smoothly out of the other end of the bar, your gun poised and a sick grin on your face as you shot precisely at one of them.

Two shots to the back of the head.

You slid across the floor closer to the last man standing, grabbing a broken off chair leg along the way before lifting yourself to your feet fluidly while effectively knocking out the gun from his hand. One of your hands kept his arm hostage while the other shoved the sharp broken end of the chair leg through his throat. 

You kept your gazes locked, unflinching even as his blood spurted from the wound and splashed across your face and neck. You watched the life drain from him, a cruel satisfied smirk on your lips as he slowly slid to the ground. You shoved his hand away from your grip as he went completely limp.

Suddenly all noise ceased in the bar and an eerie quiet filled it along with the unmistakable smell of blood and gunpowder. The room was in chaos. Gunshots decorated the bar and the furniture was thrown in disarray. Three dead bodies. You felt a little of the weight on your chest lift and that sense of achievement and satisfaction tugged at you.

You felt good.

"Not gonna lie, that was hot," Billy said with a whistle. "But you missed one."

"What?"

A bullet whizzed right past your ear, freezing you to your spot before it found its home in the forehead of a rather large brute who had just come out of the men’s room. His pants were still halfway done up, haphazardly held up in his rush to investigate the ruckus outside. He had his gun in his hand, but Billy had already gotten to him before he could even turn off the safety. You tilted your head to the side as he also fell dead to the floor before you raised an eyebrow toward your sniper, knowing he could see you through the scope.

“Seriously?”

“What? I always have your back, pretty girl, and I never miss.”

You shook your head as you came to the plain realization that despite your better judgment, you trusted him to have your back. Just like Frank and Curtis, you trusted Billy Russo with your life. They did bring you back from the dead afterall. You nudged the nearest bloody body with your boot, satisfied that they were all indeed dead. The other members of the gang will wake up in a couple of hours to find their comrades.

Your work here was done.

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The sound of idly dripping water from the recently turned off shower punctured through the silence of Anvil's locker rooms. Normally you wouldn't use the baths intended for the trainees and staff. Billy had given you his private quarters with an en suite in the facility that he used to occupy whenever he worked late. It kept you close to them and also hid you from the public while still allowing you to use the training amenities when everyone cleared out. 

You were supposed to be a ghost. You only wanted one person in your past to know you were alive and that was only so he could know you were coming for him. You wanted him to know death was going to be visiting him. You wanted him to be terrified. The rest couldn't know you had survived.

Not yet anyway.

After the adrenaline had worn out, a sharp searing pain bloomed on your side. It was only then that you noticed a bullet had grazed you just on the upper part of your ribs and that the blood on your hoody wasn't just from your enemies tonight. It wasn't too bad. Maybe a couple of stitches, but it did hurt like a motherfucker.

You were much too tired to make it up three flights of stairs and the medical kit down here was more readily stocked than the one upstairs anyway. Billy had excused himself to his office to make some calls and Frank grunted his need for sleep. You were alone. You were standing in front of the sinks, using the mirrors that lined the walls to aid you in stitching the wound. You huffed in frustration and shook your head at the difficulty of twisting your aching body to reach.

A low chuckle and softly padding feet pulled your attention and you fumbled with the towel draped loosely around your hips to cover your half naked form. Fresh from the shower and intending to take care of your injury, you were only in your black panties and bra but you might as well have been stark naked with the predatory way Billy was looking at you as he approached.

“Let me help you with that,” he said, his voice low but with genuine concern.

"I'm good. It's fine."

You quickly stammered out your reply, flustered at the sudden company and desperately trying to cover up as much of your skin as possible. Billy noticed. It wasn't as much the fact that you were barely wearing anything, but more on what was laid bare because of it. He noted how you were particularly covering one side of your neck, a part of your torso, a space around your thighs. He noted how you were trying to keep your arms beneath the towel and how you were angling your body so your back wasn't seen by him or reflected by the mirrors. He noted how you refused to meet his eyes.

You were covering up your scars.

Billy knew firsthand how fierce you were. How powerful. How strong. How fearless. How terrifying. Just tonight alone showed that you were a force to be reckoned with. Right now you looked so vulnerable and small. So unsure of yourself. Ready to tuck tail and run. It pained him and his heart clenched for your sake. He realized then how you had always been in long sleeves and hoodies. Even when you were sweating during training, you remained covered up. It knew now that it wasn't about modesty, but more of shame.

You had no reason to be. Not about this. Not about anything. Not if Billy had any say in it. He made a snap decision and before you could even give in to your instinct to bolt out of there, he had whipped his own shirt off himself. Your mouth dropped open as he revealed broad shoulders, lean muscle, chiseled abs, and a tapered waist. He looked like he stepped out of a goddamn romance novel. Heat flared on your face and somewhere much lower, your eyes darkening with inappropriate desires. You shook your head before they could fully take form in your mind.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Instead of answering you, he grabbed one of your wrists. He pried it free from the death grip you had on your towel, the fabric falling freely and now only held up by one hand. He held your palm low on his abdomen, just above the waistband of his jeans. You were too shocked to really react, surprised by how hot his skin felt.

"Gunshot wound. A militia in the Middle East ambushed us. We didn't know they had snipers waiting for us. I survived."

It took you a while to register his words and the raised discolored patches of skin beneath your fingers. You looked up at him, your expression morphing to angry confusion but he kept his own neutral and gentle even. He guided your hand upwards to his toned chest, his heartbeat feeling as quick as your own.

"Ka-Bar knife. Russian spy. I survived."

He moved your hand again and your entire arm felt like it had been electrocuted. He rested it just below his shoulder, a breath away from his collarbone. You swallowed and grimaced at how dry your throat felt.

"Metal pipe. New York mafia. I survived."

He went on for a while, dragging your hand across parts of his body and telling you stories of each earned scar until your expression had softened and the tension in your body relaxed. You chose to focus on his words instead of the steady heat building at your core from each touch.

"What happened to the one who gave you this?" you asked after one particularly gruesome scar on his bicep.

"Dead. You're not the only one who likes to settle scores,” he said, a small smug smirk on his face before it turned more serious again. “I killed all of them. Except this one.”

He raised your hand toward his face, running it along his hairline from the top of his forehead to just behind his ear. You winced at the long raised scar that was just hidden by his thick black hair. It was a horrid scar and it felt like his skull was almost cracked wide open. For all the time you’ve spent with Billy, it was only now that you even noticed this part of him. You felt a twinge of guilt at never really taking the time to get to know him.

“Who did this to you?”

“Frank,” he said with a sad smile as he refused to meet your shocked eyes. “I deserved it.”

You didn’t ask questions. You knew part of this story of theirs from Frank and though you were curious, this didn’t seem like the right time. You smiled gently at him, your hand falling to cup his cheek.

“Why are you telling me all this, Russo?”

“Because I survived,” he said simply, meeting your puzzled look this time. “Just like you did.”

Heat crept up to your face, embarrassed at how he was basically calling you out. It was subtle. He didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to. What he was saying was that you were a survivor. The scars were a testament to your resilience. The marks were proud battle scars. They were trophies.

You willed yourself not to look away from his darkening gaze as he tugged the towel off you, the corner of his lip curling as the air sizzled around you both. The towel fell with a heavy plop on the floor, leaving you in only your underwear and your breath caught as he lifted a finger to trail along the marred skin along the side of your neck. He took his turn to touch you slowly, leaving a blazing trail down your collarbone and leading down one arm. 

He smiled lazily down at you, his eyes hooded as his hand moved to graze along your hip before winding to your back. Your body went rigid but his eyes were softly reassuring and coaxed you to relax back against his featherlight touch. Your back was where the worst of your scars were, spiraling and crawling all over in a mesh of broken skin. Here under the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom and with all the mirrors lining the wall, there was nowhere to hide from his perusal. You had never felt more naked in your life.

It scared you.

It thrilled you.

His palm came to rest low on your back, pushing you flush against him and trapping you against the counter. His body felt hot against yours, his lean muscles pressing on your softness and his jeans rough on your skin. He tilted his head and leaned in, your lips now inches apart and your breaths mingling in the tiny space. Your heart raced with anticipation as your eyes alternated between his smoldering gaze and his tempting lips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His head swooped in then, halting any further thought with a searing kiss. You shuddered against his lips, a soft sigh escaping you and allowing him to slip his tongue in to taste you better. He held you with a hand to the back of your neck, ensuring you can’t escape. As if you wanted to. As if you had any capacity to think of anything else except how electric his lips felt.

Your body arched toward him and his free hand roamed your skin, this time with more pressure. He pressed. He gripped. He squeezed. Each heated touch stroking the fire inside you and shooting straight to your core. More. You wanted more. The frenzy built between you and soon your hands grew more desperate to touch more, your body aching to press harder against him. Your arms wound around his neck, your hands burying in his hair and tugging.

He growled into your mouth and lifted you onto the counter, ripping your remaining clothing off your body. Large hands cupped your breasts and squeezed, making you gasp. He pulled his mouth away from yours but kept his face close, carefully watching your expressions with blown eyes. One hand tweaked your nipples while the other traveled down your body to test your folds, lifting one of your legs along the way and propping it up on the counter to spread you open for him.

“Been dying to taste you, pretty girl.” He kissed you quickly before dipping a finger inside you. Your hands gripped tighter around his shoulder as you squirmed. “Can’t wait to feel you strangling my cock with your pretty little cunt.” 

Your pussy clenched at his words and he chuckled. “Yeah, just like that.”

His movements were deliberately slow, torturous but with just enough pressure to have you panting for more as the pleasure built inside you. His mouth came down to nip at your lips, trail his tongue along the skin of your shoulders, and bite at the column of your neck. A hazy cloud of lust enveloped you and lulled your mind, pushing your insecurities away and leaving room only for all he was giving you. Everything else in the room faded away and the sudden closing of the locker doors jarred you to alertness.

Your eyes widened as they snapped toward the door. Frank. You panicked as you looked at him standing there in a wide stance and an unflinching stare, your heartbeat now racing for a whole other reason. Guilt bit at you as you tried to grasp at anything to cover your nakedness up with, your hands doing little to shield you but Billy wasn’t having any of it. He gripped you by the thighs, spreading you even wider and flashing you a grin full of deviance. You shook your head and tried to hiss at him, switching between looking at the two men.

“Don’t mind me,” Frank said, his voice coming low and raspy. It sent delectable shivers down your spine as he began to undress. “I just came for a shower.” 

You sat frozen to the spot, conflicted between leaping to a hasty exit or grinding your pussy against Billy’s fingers. Your eyes though couldn’t help but follow Frank as he walked toward the showers, taking the area just to the left of the one directly in front of you. You had a perfect view of him and that meant he had a perfect view of you.

“You’re gripping me so tight right now, pretty girl,” Billy whispered next to your ear. You grabbed his wrist, but it did little to stop him from stretching you open in front of his bestfriend. “And so fucking wet too. You like Frankie watching you, don’t you?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but all that came out was a sharp moan as he thrust his fingers hard and curled them. He chuckled as he watched your hesitance slowly drain away to be replaced by that desire again. He kissed the side of your jaw and kept his lips there, keeping your head turned toward Frank.

“Don’t worry. He likes watching you too.”

His words registered late, the tightening in your core distracting you from Frank’s presence. Frank had water pouring down his head and trailing down his body in the most erotic water show you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but follow the streams down until you saw something that made your breath hitch. 

Frank was rock hard.

Your eyes traveled up and met deep brown eyes that were already watching you. If his proud hard on wasn’t enough to convince you then the feral lust in his blown eyes certainly did. 

“Told you,” Billy said with a breathy laugh. “Let’s give him something to really watch.”

That was all the warning you got before he dropped to his knees and latched his mouth over your aching clit. You yelped in surprise, your hand flying out to clutch onto his dark hair. His free arm banded over your hips, keeping you in place as his mouth and fingers worked in tandem to drive you to insanity. In no time at all he had your thighs shaking around him and harried panting was all you were capable of.

“Billy,” you whined, all your reservations thrown to the wind in the face of your burning need to cum. “Please.”

He groaned and the vibrations made your toes curl. He picked up his pace, scissoring into you rapidly and sucking on your bud with purpose. You chanced a look at him and the intense hooded look in his eyes, commanding you to let go, was enough to push you off the cliff you were teetering on. You came with a scream, your hips rocking against his face and your hand pulling his head closer to your core. Your release came wave after wave, his attention still not letting up until you were cumming again. He held you as you convulsed, drinking up everything you had to offer until you fell back against the mirror limply.

Billy crawled up your body and pulled your head to crash his lips against yours, your taste on his tongue in your mouth was making you delirious. He kissed you hungrily, impatiently, as he fumbled with the opening of his jeans. Your hands clung to his chest, his neck, his shoulders. Anywhere you could steady yourself on. You felt his rapid heartbeat match yours and his obvious eagerness sent another wave of wetness to your core.

“You can choke on my cock later, pretty girl. If I don’t get inside you right now I might just kill someone.”

You shrieked as he pulled you off the counter, setting you on your feet and spinning you around to face the mirror. His long fingers wrapped around your neck, tipping your chin to look directly at the reflection. He bent you over just enough to lift your ass at the perfect height for him, wasting no time and sheathing himself in your heat. You gasped at his length, deliciously curving and reaching places you didn't even know a cock was capable of. He groaned as he felt your walls grip him, his other hand digging into your hip.

"Fucking hell. You feel even better than you taste. Fuck!"

Your eyes started to flutter close as he started to pound into you, immediately punishing as if he just couldn't hold back. As if the feel of you was too good for him to exercise any form of restraint. It felt too good. It felt so fucking good.

"No," he snapped, his hand on your neck tightening to get your attention. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch."

He lifted your knee up on the counter, spreading you wider and giving you a view of how your pussy kept sucking him back in desperately. Each time he pulled out you saw his shaft coated in your slick. God, you were so wet.

"I want you to watch how beautiful you look taking my cock."

He jerked your head when your eyes threatened to close again. Your eyes flew open as he snapped his hips, jolting you forward and making your breath catch. Each forceful thrust broke you, taking apart all your doubts and pushing you toward another orgasm.

"I want you to watch how much of a rabid fucking animal I am for your pretty little cunt."

Your gaze focused on him and fuck it if he didn't look exactly like he said. His hair was a mess and falling in front of his handsome face. A light sheen of sweat covered him, adding to the menacing feral look in his black eyes. His lips were curled in a half sneer, half smirk that was pure masculine arrogance.

"I want you to watch how crazy you're making Frank."

Frank. You had completely forgotten that Frank was bearing witness to Billy completely defiling you. You froze as you searched for him and what you saw almost made you cum on the spot. The shower was still running and beneath the stream Frank was furiously fucking his hand, mirroring the way Billy was ramming into you.

Billy's hand coming around to thrum on your clit had your legs almost giving out. Your body relaxed once more in his arms, forced to submit to his unrelenting pace. You could feel your orgasm wind tight in your core and Billy groaned as he felt you start to clamp tighter around him.

"Come on. Nearly there," he said between ragged breaths. "Fucking give it to me."

Tighter and tighter. Higher and higher. Your eyes went to Frank again just in time for you to see him throw his head back, his jaw clenched tightly as white streams of his cum spurted onto the tiles. God, he looked damn good cumming.

You screamed as your orgasm hit you like a truck, your whole body shaking as your hands clawed at the counter. Your vision blurred with white spots but you kept them open, greedily wanting to watch Billy finish too.

"Fucking hell!" Billy growled, slamming sloppily into you. 

He fucked you through your orgasm, not giving a damn that you were oversensitive and wrecked. A few more hard thrusts was all it took to have him grunting loudly as he spilled inside you. He collapsed on top of you, pressing you onto the cold counter as you both tried to regain control of your breathing. His weight and the feel of his heated sweaty body on yours felt oddly comfortable. You were both going to need another shower.

Frank stalked toward you, still fully naked and with water still dripping down his body. You were still sensitive from your release, your senses still buzzing and now laced with nervousness at how he's going to react to all this. He grasped your chin to turn your face toward him, planting a firm kiss on your lips while his best friend still had his softening dick inside you and his cum leaking around your pussy. His lips curled at the corner when you parted.

"Don't forget to turn the lights off when you come to bed," he mumbled before winking at you. "No rush."

He left you shocked and speechless as he sauntered off, leaving you with a rather nice view of his firm ass as he grabbed a fresh towel from the racks before exiting through the door. Did that really just happen? You had so many questions racing through your mind and it was Billy's breathy laugh filled with amusement at your struggle that pulled you back before your brain could overheat.

"So I was thinking that we needed a new strategy about Salvacion."

Your brows furrowed at the sudden change of topic, badly disorienting you given what you had just shared and who witnessed it. You shook your head to focus.

"You're really bad at pillow talk, Russo."

He laughed and you found that you liked the sound of it. You always had it seemed. He bent down to kiss you, tongue swiping for a moment against yours and his hips thrusting just that little bit.

Tease.

"Pillow talk is when we're done. I'm not even halfway done with you tonight," he mumbled against your lips, punctuating his words with a playful bite. "But stop distracting me. Whispers of the incident at the bar are already making the rounds and people are asking questions."

"What kinds of questions?" you asked, trying your hardest not to push your hips back against him. Your back was arching against him and your neck craned to the side as you looked at him through the mirror.

"They're curious to know who ordered the hit and who took it. The mercenary business is a tight community. They wanna know about the new female player on the board."

"Somebody saw?" you asked. It wasn't ideal that news would reach Jill or the Avengers about you. That was a complication you didn't want to face yet.

"Not enough to identify you," he said, brushing off your worries with a soft kiss on your shoulder. "The most they can possibly dig up is that you would have taken the request from Anvil or the senator. Either won't be a problem."

You nodded, a small frown forming as you thought. Anvil was known to employ more discrete security for special cases. Frank would sometimes take some of those assignments as The Punisher and hardly anyone would be surprised to think that the senator had sent someone to clean up after they had hurt his child. You gnawed on your lip as you worked through your worries before staring up at Billy with curiosity.

"You mentioned a new strategy?"

He beamed at you as he nodded. "We've been playing it safe this whole time, waiting and chasing down small leads. Backtracking and retracing what we know so far is not getting us closer fast enough."

A chord struck in you at how he was referring to all of you as a team. You had always been independent and so self-reliant. From supporting yourself and your sister to even when you were with the Avengers. You never felt like you were part of a team. Even with Frank and Billy by your side, you had still remained in that mentality that you were doing this all on your own.

You decided to change that.

Billy was right. By now, you all knew that Salvacion was too careful to leave any breadcrumbs for you to follow. It was irritating the hell out of you and it made you even more restless. He was just as much a ghost as you were and he knew far more about this world than you did. It was easier for him to hide. He might not even be aware that you were alive or if he did then he couldn't care less about you. 

He didn't see you as a threat.

Yet.

"What are you suggesting?"

"We get his attention. We use you as bait."

“How?” you said, raising a brow. 

"By rebranding you." You rolled your eyes as he talked to you all business, but with that mischievous smirk and glint in his eyes. "You'll take more hits, establish your reputation as a merc. It will open opportunities for you to access people and information that deal with the shit he does."

"You think we'll find something this way?"

"Or he might get curious and come out himself," he added. "We can set you up for some gear. Cover you completely so you can remain anonymous if that's what you want. I don't think a big ass spray painted vest with a skull on it is your style."

You snorted a laugh at the small dig at Frank. No, it wasn't your style. Your lips curved into a decided smile, your eyes now dancing with excitement.

"So where do we start?"

Billy smiled widely at you, pleased that you were happy with his suggestion. He kissed the side of your head and breathed in.

"Well every brand needs a name and I think you've outgrown Y/N."

Your smile flashed with sadness for a moment. You had outgrown your name. You weren't that person anymore. When Lily died, Y/N died with her. At the very least, she wished that she did. You spared a moment to mourn your younger self before you steeled your resolve. This was a new chapter. You were a new person. This was your rebirth, your reformation.

"Any ideas?"

"Yeah. How about Nemesis?"

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[margowritesthings]

MARGO'S 1K CELEBRATION I - TROPE BINGO

Y'ALL. I can't believe this. 1,000 is such a mind boggling number to me, considering these weird word children would otherwise just be sitting in my brain on their own. I can't thank you enough for your support over the last year. this blog is one of the best things that has happened to be, and now that i'm pursuing my dream of becoming a published writer i truly believe it has changed the course of my life. YOU have changed my life. thank you for being there to read and support. i love y'all.

soooo reading and writing romance is basically my only prsonality trait, so why not celebrate 1k followers with the thing that got me here! im putting you guys as the star role in your own romance- follow along the steps below and send me an ask with your trope and character selection + any extra info.

STEP 1 - PICK A TROPE (please pick up to 3 tropes!)

➼ friends to lovers ➼ enemies to lovers ➼ s/he falls first ➼ one night stand ➼ grumpy x sunshine ➼ small town ➼ billionaire ➼ mafia ➼ forced proximity ➼ marriage of convenience ➼ fake dating ➼ second chance ➼ one bed ➼ childhood sweethearts ➼ surprise pregnancy ➼ why choose? (send up to 3 characters for a reverse harem ship) ➼ random!- i will use a generator ➼ writer's choice- i will choose based on your profile (mutuals only)

STEP 2 - PICK A SHIP there are 3 ways to get your ship:

➼choose a fandom (or multiple fandoms) from the below list and I will choose for you (the more info about yourself you provide the better this choice will be) ➼choose a specific character from the fandoms in the list (or multiple and I will choose) ➼(mutuals only) tell me your fandoms and I will choose for you based on your profile/what i know about you/what you provide me with (even if the fandom ISNT on the list below)

FANDOMS PARTICIPATING IN THIS CELEBRATION: ➼ red dead redemption ➼ bridgerton ➼ marvel ➼ starfield ➼ fallout ➼ skyrim ➼ stardust ➼ star wars ➼ doctor who ➼ daisy jones and the six ➼ mad men

STEP 3 - EXTRA INFO

IMPORTANT- INCLUDE YOUR GENDER AND SEXUAL ORIENTATION IF LETTING ME CHOOSE THE SHIP. Add anything about yourself you want me to know. If you're on anon, this is very important!! I cannot make anything personalised for you if I do not know anything about you. Any icks, anything you want me to include, turn ons, etc. Basically provide me with anything you think might help me make the best gift for you!

RULES

➼ Followers only please, I cannot police this as I have asking on anon enabled, but this is a celebration for my followers so if you are gonna enter please do ensure you are following me

➼ Likes and reblogs are really appreciated! if you do enjoy my work you can also check out my masterlists which can be found here or buy me a coffee here!

➼ At the least, I will be able to make a moodboard for your ship + tropes, but if the inspiration strikes me I will write headcanons and drabbles too. These are a bonus and should not be expected with every entry

➼ 18+ - some of these tropes will include explicit detail, so 18+ only please

➼ Please grant me patience! i am doing this alongside a full time job and have some personal stuff on, but i do want to celebrate so im trying to fit this in as best i can. please be kind and respectful of my lil internet space :)

➼ all posts will be tagged #margo's 1k celebration

tagging my frens to say THANK YOU cause i couldn't do it without ya <3: @inkandbloodbound @cowboydisaster @musicallisto @saradika @sickvictorianangel @alottanothing @twola @photo1030

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[decepticononline]

MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader

Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.

Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)

Warnings: spike in valve sex, dub con, hints of non con, implied polygamy, implied reverse harem, voice kink, masochistic reader, size kink, breeding kink, trauma from reader being human converted to cybertronian, Megatron never joins the autobots here, and there's surprisingly some fluff.

"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."

You couldn't disagree whatsoever with what he proclaimed in between forceful thrusts. When he said 'entirety' you could feel your spark flutter, he was playing with it like it was a toy. He knew and cherished the effect his voice receptor's modification had on cybertronian sparks.

Shockingly his voice afflicted you all the same before the transition when you were human too. This transition happened when Shockwave experimented on you and the other 'pets' owned by various Decepticons. It was a sick and twisted fantasy the mech dreamed up and was permitted by Megatron to act upon.

The experiment started with twelve of you and only four remained when the transition successfully concluded. The other eight perished miserably. You were given a new body, a spark, processors, and just about everything else that made you now completely cybertronian. However, you were still a pet at the end of the day.

The only thing that's changed since your transition was your relationship with the DJD, your owners. When you were human they regarded you like an actual pet. Nickel thought you were so adorable, that was the only reason Tarn kept you alive. Those days he would tell you just how much he wanted to splatter you onto the deck plates and turn you into a complicated red stain.

He'd tell you how much he wished you'd try to escape so he could torture and murder you. He loved to mention how he longed for the day he'd get to hear your screams of misery. He'd speak to you with his voice modifier until it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. He was completely and utterly abusive, but you loved it.

After you became fully cybertronian the treatment you received from each DJD member was so different. They were far more interactive with you, to say the least. The looks you received from each member ranged from pity, adoration, and disgust were now more twisted and dark. They looked at you with lust, hunger, and malevolence.

Thankfully you weren't completely naive and knew how to navigate their urges. You played coy and unknowing of their advances meanwhile, you kept a mental note in your processors of everything they did. The sexual tension aboard the Peaceful Tyranny was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.

You were given no weapons, very little armor and no training as a precaution to defend yourself if needed in case one of them tried to force themselves on to you. Their behavior completely reminded you of human men.

Here you were now, however. Pinned down, armor stripped off, and at Tarn's mercy. He had a knack for punishing you like this whenever you did something wrong. You weren't sure how the relationship between the two of you got so sexual, it all happened far too fast.

The way the bright blue orbs of your optics rolled to the back of your helm was something to be marveled at. The harsh clanging noise of his hip struts meeting yours with a steady unwavering pace completely overshadowed the lewd slick noises that your valve made.

Every portion of his spike that he slammed into you only made your hole squirt and dribble lubricant around his length. Your valve quivered like an engine with every intrusion of his thick length His large servo sat firmly around your neck cabling. He wasn't strangling you, surprisingly, but forcing you to look at him while he did this to you.

He had his visor on during this, it always had an emotionless deadpanned expression. A dispassionate visor is what you were staring up at while your valve was stretched and used to its limit. You've been with the mech for so long that you've learned to read his emotions with the visor on.

Every moment that you got glances at the red orbs within his optics you could see the excitement within them. He was enjoying punishing you like this, to him his greatest accomplishment wasn't breaking you but it making you enjoy being broken.

The way his servo held your neck cabling made you feel so...tiny. His servo covered your entire neck cabling and the very upper portion of your chassis. The size ratio between both you and him was startling. You weren't the size of a mini bot like Nickel but you were still much smaller than him and he enjoyed that.

The total dominance he had over you and everything you did was invigorating to him. He had so much dominance over you that on one occasion he interfaced with you right there in front of the other DJD members.

They all watched the expressions on your faceplate while Tarn made you take his spike. They listened to every moan and whine you made gleefully. Two of them decided to stroke their spikes while watching you take him. As much as you hated the embarrassment you felt, you welcomed it.

Nothing compared to this though. Being alone with Tarn in a state of vulnerability like this. With a final thrust, he overloaded his transfluid into you. When the mech would overload he'd bury himself so deep inside you just to make sure every last drop of it got into your carrying chamber.

You have a sparkling prevention device installed but for him, the thought of climaxing inside of you so deep and claiming you like this aroused him. It was like he wanted to sire a sparkling with you in his own twisted fantasy.

He pulled his now half-pressurized spike out of your valve only to thrust it back in. He paid no attention to your anterior node this entire time because this was a punishment, you weren't allowed to overload. Your venting stuttered from how forceful the movement of his intrusion was. He used his free servo to slip off his visor and reveal his damaged face plate.

"Are you going to behave now?"

You nodded your helm and Tarn leaned down and put his much larger faceplate against yours. His dermas lightly brushed over your own in what should have been a gentle kiss. When he didn't give you one you went ahead and lifted your helm to push your dermas into his own for a long awaited kiss.

He didn't kiss you back at first but after a while he parted his dermas and let his large glossa slide into your oral intake. You let it explore around before sucking on it gently. You've never had such an affectionate moment with the mech like this and it was absolutely everything that you'd ever dreamed of.

He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.

"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."

#transformers x reader #mtmte #transformers headcanon #transformers imagine #decepticons #decepticons x reader #valveplug #djd x reader #transformers smut #mtmte tarn #tarn x reader #tarn #transformers kaon

[thebestoftragedy]

this feels exactly wrong. visibly unwell people write 500k crime and punishment au about some marvel guys. the most normal seeming woman you have ever met is reading/writing reverse harem billionaire omegaverse romantasy on kindle unlimited and you don’t know. You just don’t even know.

[sailor-aviator]

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✨ I mainly write for Jake "Hangman" Seresin, but I write for other TGM characters as well from time to time. I have been thinking about branching out into other fandoms, but time will tell when that happens. In the meantime, take a seat and enjoy the fics!

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I will NOT write: RPF, age regression, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, underage scenarios, scat play, piss kink, cheating between "main" couple, accidental pregnancy, miscarriage.

Who I'll write for:

✨TGM Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, and Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

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✨Misc. Characters: Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and more to come!

Happy reading, y'all!

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[maraxp]

this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and i don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. i still wish to write though so i will continue to post.

requests are open so you can send them whenever you want !

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please check my masterlist [ 🏴‍☠️ ] for request details, I always try my best to keep it updated.

WHAT DO YOU WRITE FOR?

smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up !)

WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?

rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, i avoid the pet name ‘kitten’ like- it’s just.. no.

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STRANGER THINGS

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MODERN WARFARE II

simon riley/ghost, john mactavish/soap, john price, kate laswell, phillip graves, kyle garrick/gaz, alejandro vargas, könig, gary sanderson/roach, farah karim, valeria garza, rodolfo parra

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[missdreadanvers]

Entangled, by Rebecca Quinn

a review.

Entangled (2023) is the second book in the Brutes of Bristlebrook trilogy by Rebecca Quinn, and like its precursor, it exceeds expectations. Where the initial installment focuses on introducing characters and their greatest fears when it comes to loves, Entangled promises new life for existing relationships and grueling tests for budding relationships between the six main characters; all while Eden harbors a colossal secret.

Falling in love with these characters is inevitable, and so enjoyable thanks to Quinn’s sheer talent for writing emotionally loaded scenes in a story set at the literal end of the world. The intimate scenes are amorously explicit and absolutely filthy in the best possible way. Oh and the smut featured in this book is rivaled only by the intense character development; and it all delivers in a big way. If you enjoy reverse harems with complex and shifting dynamics, you will love this book, but don’t say you weren’t warned about the marvelously crafted cliffhanger that will leave you begging for the final piece. Rebecca, if you are reading this, you’ve spawned a fan for life and I feel incredibly fortunate to follow your career.

Meanwhile at Bristlebrook, the once gilded and sprawling safe house has certainly been humbled. Beau and Lucky have a chance to reflect on their relationships while Jayk, Dom and Jasper are busy tracking the squad that took Eden from them. The librarian’s relationships with each of the vastly different men evolve constantly throughout the book as the men try to find a new balance among themselves as they all host a flock of new Day Death survivors,

It is difficult (and heartbreaking because I can’t binge more of her work) to imagine this series is author Rebecca Quinn’s first full-length project due to the way she masterfully builds an intricate universe of complex characters. Quinn does a phenomenal job exposing the true nature of her characters as they wrestle with their inner demons to survive in love, friendship, and life.

If you liked Den of Vipers or have simply run out of w/c with mm, give this a try!

-dd

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[the-yoru-whoru]

Masterlist + Info

Total works :

Commissions here

About me

Hi! I like to write things, mainly pairings and romance and fluff and…smut. Obviously lol. I will write about extremely taboo things at times, obviously I have limits but I will tag what I write, if you don’t like don’t read. I write what I want. Some of my major fav things to write are yandere, non-con, and possessiveness. The toxic stuff lol. Feel free to ask or message me anything! I don’t take request anymore but I’ll do commissions for those who really wanna support or enjoy my writing lol, I have barely any limits to what I’ll write so hope you enjoy my stuff :) thanks!!!

Masterlist Below

(Wip, will add all stories soon)

Valorant

Yoru

Yoru x Reader | Yandere Au | Part 1

Yoru x Reader | nsfw | rough | cnc |

Yoru x reader | Cuddling | nsfw | somno

Yoru x Reader | Yandere au | kidnapping | violence | stockholm syndrome | nsfw | non-con

Yoru x Reader | unfinished fanfiction | tsundere protective Yoru

Phoenix

Sova

Omen

Omen x Reader | nsfw | chasing | cnc

Cypher

Chamber

Multiple pairing

Valorant men x Reader | reverse-harem | nsfw parts | dub-con | discord au | school au | Part 1

Valorant men x Reader | reverse-harem | discord au | school au | comfort | Part 2

Valorant men x Reader | reverse-harem | headcanons | discord au | school au | Part 3

Genshin impact

Marvel

Transformers

My Hero Academia

Other

Junkrat x Reader | possessive

More added as I write more lol

[artsy-hobbitses]

I don't think you've posted your final opinion of it (and I you did I missed) but what's the Official Hobbit Verdict on D+ Ms. Marvel series?

I FUCKING LOVE IT, it’s a great look at living as a South Asian Muslim in the US! I love all of the cultural nods and the narratives circled around Pakistani/Indian history, I’m Southeast Asian myself and I knew jack squat about how India and Pakistan were separated/how that affected its people and I enjoyed being educated on the matter.

Kamala is HELLA RELATABLE and I love her family! The stylistic choices used for like, the messaging apps was STELLAR and unique to the series. I love the way it ended the season as well!

I’m HOWLING at Kamala being unaware that she’s sort of in the middle of an accidental reverse-harem anime though she’s got like THREE boyfriend candidates and counting???

GIRL GET IT JUST KEEP IT HALAL

I love the changes they did with Nakia as well!

Also genuinely, the Sheikh in Ms.Marvel has always felt like the only Sheikh I could trust my life with, second to the one who appears in Bajrangi Bhaijaan.

#inbox

[romanoffsbish]

Just a thought. What if, instead of writing fanfic, you put your energy into actually writing a book. Like you could still use Marvel as inspiration, but you'd be writing a book book. You'd be around less toxic people, and to be honest, your writing is really good to where I 100% believe you'd do amazing as an author. You could do a book series about a main character who slowly builds a reverse harem of lovers or just focus on two main characters. The possibilities are endless. It would be great for your mental health bc then you'd be doing this for you, no time limits, no expectations, and no shit heads!

Sorry if this was too forward 🙈

Was this your two words? 👀 Because I might be counting wrong but I’m sure there’s at least 5 there…

—

Funny enough, my good friend and I discussed this exact thing the other day. I really want to write like a sapphic horror novel, but with my life as it is (being chained to capitalism to survive) the concept of starting from nothing to story build sounds too exhausting. Before I ever even knew what fanfic was / right before I graduated from university, I had actually started writing a little something. Then my laptop pooped out and I never went back lol.

So, for now fanfic is the only place I feel I can utilize my hobby for writing because even though I still have to story build for concepts, I also have so much background information to feed off of, and a wide variety of characters to explore in the limited time I can devote to this.

Because if I’m going to write a book, it’s going to take lots of research. I’d like to make sure it’s not a niche experience, and that a wide variety of people would be able to see themselves in some way even though it’d be characters vs reader insert. The last thing I’d ever want would be to exclude an entire demographic of people.

Publishing a book would still come with the shitheads, but if I ever did something like that successfully I’d probably do it under an alias and be completely removed from the social aspect of things. Leave it to a team of people.

I appreciate you saying I’d be a good author, I actually have such a freakout before I publish like 90% of my fics because I fear they’re not good enough for consumption but then I usually relax because I know that even if they aren’t the best I put my absolute all into them.

(It wasn’t too forward, I honestly wish more people would come forward and say whatever is on their mind to me.)

#herwidowmaker6969 🥰 #answered asks

[master-hentaifanfiction-2]

Themes that I write about / take requests for:

1. Anal

2. Beastiality

3. Blackmail

4. Bondage/BDSM

5. College/School student (18+ y.o. Characters only)

6. Exhibition - likes to be watched

7. Gangbang/Orgy

8. Gay

9. Harem/Reverse Harem

10. Incest/Step-family

11. Lesbian

12. Maid/butler

13. Masturbation

14. Mature (MILF/DILF)

15. Monsters - non-humanoid figure

16. Oral

17. Public play

18. Rape/consensual-non consent

19. Shemale/Futa/Crossdresser

20. Stuck n’ fucked

21. Teacher

22. Teen (18-20)

23. Trans (mtf or ftm)

24. Voyeur - likes to watch

25. Xenophilia - humanoid figure

Fandoms I write about and take requests for

Fandoms

VIDEO GAMES

Final Fantasy

Fire Emblem

Pokémon

Mass Effect

Fallout

Skyrim

Tomb Raider

Legend of Zelda

Persona

CARTOONS AND ANIME

RWBY

Avatar the Last Airbender / Legend of Korra

Teen Titans

Kim Possible

Scooby Doo

Voltron Legendary Defender

Naruto

Bleach

Fate/Stay Night, Fate/Zero, Fate Apocrypha

BOOKS AND COMICS

Harry Potter

Marvel

DC

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

#tumblr polls #anime #anime shitpost #rrr #ms marvel #derry girls #the queen’s gambit #everything everywhere all at once #true detective #rrr movie #kamala khan #netflix #beth harmon #eeaao #rust cohle #jojo’s bizarre adventure #l death note #shonen anime #reverse harem #slice of life #anime stuff

[thirstworldproblemss]

Where do you even start with recommendations for someone as prolific and talented as @charnelhouse

There is the fucking masterpiece that is Watch Your Step, which if you have not heard or read it by now you must have been in a coma the past year.

But I also want to highlight one work that I read ages ago (one of the first pieces that made me stop and my jaw drop at this woman's immeasurable talent) that still haunt me with its brilliance to this day: Home

I will never be over the paragraph with the confetti. It is one of my favourite lines ever written and I often go back to this one, just to reread that line and marvel at the sheer fucking brilliance of it and whisper to myself "Hemingway could fucking never".

It also has one of the hottest kitchen sex scenes that I've ever read that I think about on the daily.

Favorite Fanworks Author & Fic Rec:

@charnelhouse Triple Frontier Fics:

 - Watch Your Step [TF boys x ofc!reader reverse harem, mob!au, ongoing] 

 - Home [Frankie x f!reader oneshot]

(Last day to send in a rec for twp’s “Show Me the Fanworks!” Celebration)

Oh god, yes!  Charnie’s writing is out of this freaking world!!  Home continues to be one of my fav Frankie fics ever, and I am both drawn to and incinerated by every single chapter of WYS, like a particularly stupid moth that insists on chasing the sun.

Thanks for the rec (and all your others, my darling 🤡💖🤡), and the reminder that I am tragically overdue for a re-read of.... basically Charnie’s entire masterlist

🧡 twp

[Edited to Add: All recs now compiled on the Fav Fanworks Rec List]

#fav fanworks rec ask #tf boys #tf boys x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #charnelhouse #twp's show me the fanworks celebration #astroboots

[muddyorbsblr]

For “get to know me better”:

First, I hope you get better from your injury 🫡

Now for the questions. . .? Sorry it's a few 🗣️

What's your fav books (can be any genre)?

What's your fav tropes to write?

A trope you hate?

Thank you so much 🥹💖 I've been sleeping most of the day and the swelling's gone down to a point where I can bend my right knee again and I'm just expecting some really bad-looking but not bad-feeling bruises in the coming days 😂 The left foot however is still a wee bit swollen on the outer side so I have to be careful with it whew--

What's my favorite book…Well starting with genres, I'm really one to gravitate towards love stories or crime/mystery novels. For the love stories, my favorite as of late has been the Shattered Isle Series by Jade Presley. It's a why choose/reverse harem based off of Marvel characters. The first group that the first 2 novels and the first novella in the series focus on are characters based off of Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, and Loki. The 2nd group that the 3rd novel focuses on are characters based off of Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Eddie Brock, and Bucky Barnes. The book are fast paced and the spice is to the level of the smuts we find here which is top tier, and the author herself is a real hoot on TikTok especially when she lets her Loki bias show 😂 (also fun fact, I have a mention in the 2nd book "Her Revenge" which is just absolutely awesome eep--)

Favorite trope/s to write…coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love…that's definitely my current wheelhouse 😅 Some tropes that I love to read and hopefully will be able to write convincingly one day would be: "Who did this to you?", "That's my wife/my husband", and "Touch her/him and die" (there will be a "who did this to you" in 'fitting the profile', the modern day serial killer AU for Thomas Sharpe, and I just hope that it'll be good haha)

A trope I hate…Insta-love. I haven't yet found a story that could convince me that the main characters were willing to spend the rest of their lives with someone that they literally just met that night (side-eyeing Frozen for even trying tbh), like one night stands and insta-lust I can almost get behind, but if the characters are dropping L-bombs within the first 24 hours I've disconnected from the chat. (not so fun fact, someone actually dropped an L-bomb on me 12 hours after meeting and when I tell you I immediately left the chat--). Another one I hate with a passion is those stories where they're like "I didn't know how good I had it with you until I was with someone else" and then they get back together with barely any groveling? Hard pass. DNF. I would be more tolerant with the story if they didn't immediately get back together but they had to work real hard to start building something new because they can't just start from where they left off. Like go on dates again, try giving them a reason to fall in love with you again, because if they just take the other back so quickly I'm not inclined to believe that it was because of love. 🙃🫡

send me a 'get to know the blogger' ask to distract me from my foot injury

#get to know the blogger asks

[xiv-drake]

So Bruno is crushing on Kamala, Kamran is at least a little into her, and Red Dagger will be showing up later. Ms Marvel is a reverse harem

#ms marvel

[lovelyfanatical]

Lowkey Ms. Marvel spoilers!!

As hilarious as it is, I also love that Ms. Marvel slowly turning into a reverse harem anime is actually comic-accurate. Girl can't help it, everyone is just falling in love with Kamala 😄😄😄

#lovelyfanatical shares #ms marvel #kamala khan #they haven't even introduced miles and sam yet #i know those are one-sided but still #so many love interests