#omega frank castle

[eggcompany]

Doctor Will Make You Better Part 1

Frank Castle was put in the mental hospital. After months of nothing but sedatives and torturous heats, a specialist shows up with gentle hands and a hidden obsession with the ex-marine. Will Frank melt into the form of Loki's hands? Manipulating a broken omega isn't the right thing, but Loki never said they wanted the right thing. They wanted a challenge. That challenge turned out to be a two hundred pound omega with mommy issues and a body full of unmet needs.

“Mister Castle? Frank? May I come in? My name’s Loki Laufeyson, I’m the specialist.” Said a light voice feathered with an accent through a barely opened padded door. 

“Fuck off! Stay the fuck away from me!” Frank shouted from his bed. 

He’d learned to use the silence, the constant never ending silence, to think. Think about how to get out. Think about Maria. Think about how even now that mark on the  side of his neck still burns. Think how much he really really fucking wants to dig through the thick hard plastic of his cot and dig the foam inside into a nest. Think about how much his guts feel like their twisting. Think about how thinking so much is probably making the pain worse since it’s always been mind or matter. 

He thought about how awful these people are. All of em. They only ever come in to hurt him. This one is the same. 

“Frank, I’m not going to do anything. I won’t even get near you. Look see, you can see my hands.” Loki  said and stuck their thin hands through the crack in the door, exposed up to the elbow. Thin pale arms, coming in quite high in the doorway. 

“What do you want to do to me now? I’m not fucking taking anymore of that sleeping shit!” Frank said and swung his feet off the side of his cot to sit up on the edge. 

He hated that sleeping crap. Talk too loud, needle in the shoulder or ass. Want something, needle. Have heat sickness, needle. Beg for the most basic wants of someone in heat, needle. He hated those fuckin needles. He’d figured they put it in the fake solution in the knotters, too. Why fix the problem when they can just knock him out, right. They didn’t even have to touch him, just give him the dildo and wait. It was humiliating to wake up and be washed and stuffed full, knowing fuck knows how many people saw him in such a vulnerable state. 

“Nothing. I don’t want to do anything to you. I just want to talk to you. I want to know why you have so many restrictions for a heating omega with your hormone problems. It seems very extreme. Even cruel.” The person said with a hint of pity in their voice. 

Frank rolled it around in his mind for a while before huffing. 

“You can come to the chair. That’s it.” He said and squared his jaw waiting for the whole group that always follows the doctor. The two big guys, Gale and Martin usually, and the two little ladies with the needles, Wanda and Laura. 

“Thank you.” They said kindly and stepped through the door and closed it behind them. 

They were very tall. And skinny. And very pretty. Wearing a pair of light tan slacks and a white button up with a green argyle sweater vest over it. They had on a pair of black loafers and no jewelry but their dark hair was tied up in a half up half down bun. All neat corners and edges.

‘ Sharp jaw for a lady ’ Frank thought. 

‘Course there had been a few ladies that had come in that he had found attractive. A few guys too but they just smelled… gut un clenchingly calming. He’d always just mark it up to being nature’s way of telling him he needed someone, literally anyone, to touch him. He’d sorta had a mini crush on the one physical therapist lady who’d come in to check on his shoulder once she’d learned it was “ Super-Fucked ” as Frank liked to say. She was cutthroat and unwavering but also tender. But he lashed out at her when he was having one of his fits and didn’t want anyone touching him. He assumed she came to see him while he was knocked out because he could still just barely smell her. That even stopped a week ago. 

“May I sit down?” They asked and motioned toward the shitty foam chair. Frank jerked his head and the doctor sat down, crossing their legs. Long slender legs, Frank noted. 

“I’m doctor Laufeyson. I mostly work in psychology and trauma management but I have experience in emergency distress response and the crisis center. I consult on a lot of…special cases nowadays.” The doctor explained with a small grin and Frank stared at him and rolled his eyes. 

“So you deal with crazies and busted omegas. Great that’s just what these fucking people think I am anyway.” Frank said and snarled up a bit and leaned his elbows on his knees. 

“I don’t think that. I think you’ve been forced here and deprived of even your most basic needs. I mean even looking around your room, I see so much that is lacking. I don’t see anything to even make a nest, I see no excess food or beverage, I see no form of enrichment. Honestly I think you’re holding yourself together by your bootstraps and the doctors here aren’t trying to help you. I think they’re trying to break you down into a crazy because crazies can be retrained into nothing but a shell, a doll. I don’t think you’d give in to being turned into a shell, Mister Castle. I think you’re too intelligent, too… resilient.” Loki said in all seriousness. 

They’d known Frank was perfect for months now. After reading page after page after page of his observations, sleep studies, heat studies, everything. Loki had read everything about Frank Castle. He was already a broken man, something wild and uncontrollable. Loki wanted to learn how to wrangle him, learn what made him tick, made him bite, made him cry, made him sweet. Loki needed to know everything, needed Frank Castle in their daily life. Frank would be so incredible to watch melt and form a perfect omega. Perfect to Loki’s standards, not society’s. To form into a sweet collared little house pet from a monster. Loki needed him. Needed to get Frank’s trust, his love, his devotion . 

“They took away my stuff cause I’m ‘aggressive’... but they hurt me. They hurt me first. All they do is put me to sleep and take my shit. They stopped letting me have suppresents too but they were the only fuckin thing keeping me fuckin’ balanced. No one comes in. No one scents the room. No one anything’s. Just fuckin sitting in my own shit. They make me stand over there in the corner to even give me my food. Don’t fuckin’ see anybody.” Frank ranted and shouted. If this lady wanted to listen, he’d tell her anything. It was nice to bitch at something alive every once in a while. It was nice to see a face and someone not wearing scrubs. 

“Would you prefer if I scented the room? I would be glad to do so. Or if you’d like I could scent some blankets before I leave?” They offered. The scent was heavier than brick when they’d first entered the room. The scent of horrid, scared, angry omega. Similar to that of garbage after it rained in Florida during summer, hot wet garbage. It would be ideal to let Frank start getting familiarized with Loki's scent. 

“Really? Like crack the door and scent or just layer it on?” Frank asked because those two were very different. Once, and only once, a nurse had cracked the door and let some of the scent out but Frank had tried to get out so the door was never opened, AKA. no fresh air. Ever. 

“Well let me see, I have your papers…” They said and pulled a stack of folded up papers from their pocket. They read over them until they found what they were looking for on the second page. 

“You have a vent system so they should be able to clear your scent and I can spread mine. These people… we’re going to have some more chats and I’m going to get you moved.” Loki said while shaking their head as they refolded up a stack of papers and waited for Frank to nod curiously to stand up and step out of the room. 

After a few minutes the two vents in the ceiling clicked on and started to flood the room with sterile smelling air. Each one of Frank’s breaths felt lighter. 

Loki came back, knocked, asked to come in, and stood by the chair. They also took in nice long deep breaths. 

“That is so much better already. I’ll write it in to do this every morning and evening.” The doctor said and reached for  his pen but just patted his pocket when he remembered he couldn’t have those here. He’d make a mental note. 

“Yeah, feels like I’m not drownin’ anymore. Thanks.” Frank said and gave the doctor a half smile. Loki smiled. 

“That’s good, now do you mind if I walk around a bit?” Loki asked and Frank nodded. 

Their scent was like rain and fresh cut grass. It opened his lungs like they hadn’t been in months. It made his mind feel open and clear. The air felt new, fresh. The scent floated around but warmed Frank. Like a blanket was being wrapped around him and the tension melted off of him. 

Loki walked around to stand by the wall beside his bed. The scent wasn’t overwhelming. It was… calming. Like balm on a burn. 

Frank took in big long breaths. He looked down but didn’t close his eyes. He needed to stay aware but… he couldn’t help but let the clean freshness seep into his bones. 

“Do you feel any better now Mister Castle?” The doctor said quietly, not wanting to spook the slumped relaxed man. 

“Um, yeah. Yeah a bit. It still smells kinda like ass.” Frank said and sat up straight again. It smelled better yeah but he still wreaked and his bed seemed to always smell like bad slick 

“Okay how about I make you a deal. Will you let them take you to go eat if I change out your bedding and do a bit of a cleaning in here?” Loki offered after glancing at their watch. It was after lunch time for the other patients. Frank would be alone and wouldn’t be rushed. They could get a new cot in and add a nice plush pad over top and put new sheets and get an actual pillow instead of that wretched foam thing that Frank had been using. 

“But I’ll still smell gross. Especially after they feed me. Stresses me out.” Frank grumbled and looked over at the tall person. He knew he was being ornery to the nice lady but that’s what they get. Maybe the lady didn’t deserve it though… she seemed to genuinely want to help him. 

“Okay so you’ll let me clean. I know you're not allowed to bathe. How about I clean you up, sponge bath?” Loki asked and couldn’t help but feel his chest blossom at the thought of getting Frank stripped down and in his hands. 

Frank's face was set aflame and he nodded without thinking. Being awake for a bath was like a… a luxury. A treat. He’d just met this lady and she was already treating him? Maybe she would let him nest. Or actually let him have something. 

“Deal.” Frank forced out and nodded and looked down at the ground. 

“Wonderful. Before they come and get you, may I just feel your scent glands?” Loki said and walked back toward the door with his key fob in hand. Frank’s head shot up and he was just staring. No one ever even tried to touch him like that since he got here. 

“I… I don’t have them.” Frank said and the doctor turned and looked at him with confusion. 

“What? That wasn’t in your chart. Never developed or removed?” Loki said and walked back to lean a hip against the wall near the bed. He’d read all of Frank’s papers that should have been put in. Stupid american people thinking everyone knows this shit. 

“Marines. Special Operations always have theirs removed.” Frank explained. No one ever had scent glands in the forces. Most of the office folks didn’t even have them. 

“That’s okay. They had military but they didn’t put that you had a removal. Complete I assume?” Loki asked and thought about it. They’d not had a lot of experience with military omegas before. Mostly betas. That thought made them want Frank a little bit more. Something new, something to discover and play with.

“Yes ma’am.” Frank answered solemnly. This lady had come to talk to him and help him thinking he was… complete. At least this wasn’t the first time he’d disappointed someone since being here and it wouldn’t be the last. Hopefully she’d still give him what she said she would. He really hoped she’d give him new bedding and a bath. It would be nice. 

Loki nodded and thought about how the awful scent in the room must purely be from Frank’s heats… 

“I’ll tell them you’re willing to eat. Next time you can feed yourself under my supervision. You know they’re going to come to restrain you, yes?” Loki said as they made their way to the door with a small smile on their thin lips. Frank nodded and stood up to go to his corner. 

“Yes ma’am.” He said and crossed his arms against his chest and leaned his back against the wall in a defiant way. 

“Please don’t fight them, I can’t stop them from sedating you if you do. I’d like you to be awake for your bath.” Loki said with a light flirty tone to it almost which made Frank swallow thickly. Even before he was sent  here people didn’t really… flirt with him. 

“Yes ma’am.” He said quietly as the doctor left. 

[tuiccim]

Wrecked (Epilogue: Six Months Later)

Pairing: Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, love triangle, Omegaverse canon possessiveness

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

You sashayed around the gorgeous kitchen of the apartment you shared with your Alpha. The move to New York had been easier than you ever believed. It was strange, being in a place where people either didn’t know you at all or knew you as merely a mated Omega. Billy had ensured that your mark was highly visible and then had added a giant rock to your finger so no one questioned it. You smile as you hear him come through the door. 

“Hey Gorgeous,” he calls as he saunters towards you. 

“Mmm, if it isn’t my wickedly handsome Alpha,” you tease as you wrap your arms around him for a kiss. 

“How was your day?” He asks as he looks into your face while grabbing a healthy handful of your ass. 

“Great. Everything’s almost ready. How was yours?” you smile as you separate from him to check on the food.

“Good. One note of interest, I got a call from Frankie,” Billy leans on the counter. 

“Seriously?” You say, eyebrows raised. Frank had been a ghost since he disappeared from your life. You had heard the rumors revolving around the mysterious Punisher. A certain drunk driver, his father, and a few corrupt police officers had all met their end in unusual circumstances.

“Yeah, he’s here in the city,” Bill says. 

“Really? I assumed he was long gone by now,” you shake your head. 

“He’s coming by tonight. You didn’t happen to make extra?” Billy asks with a devilish smirk.

“Are you serious?” You gape at him.

“As a heart attack,” Billy eyes you. 

“Did you tell him about us? That I was here?” You narrow your eyes. 

Billy makes an unconcerned face as he shakes his head. 

You can’t help the smile that quirks your lips, “You are a very bad man.”

“Mmhm, but a very good Alpha,” Billy pulls you into his arms. It was a silly thing you said to each other often. A playful game that often led to playful times. 

“So very true,” you laugh as he pulls you in for a kiss. 

When you finally part, he tilts your head back and growls possessively, “If he needs to crash for the night, I’m gonna fuck you until all you can do is scream my name.”

“Oh, really? So, it’ll be the same as every other night?” You lean your forehead to his as you both laugh. It’s interrupted by a heavy-handed knock on the door. “I wonder who on Earth that could be,” you snark with feigned wide-eyed innocence. 

“It’s either gonna be an old friend or a new enemy. This is gonna be fun,” Billy says cockily as he heads for the door and you turn to grab plates and utensils for dinner. 

“Hey Bill,” Frank’s familiar, gruff voice makes your nerves jump. 

“Frankie, where the hell have you been? Wait, don’t answer that, I don’t want to have to testify in court,” Billy chuckles as he claps him on the shoulder. 

“Uh, I didn’t realize you already had company,” Frank says, obviously having spotted you. 

You turn around to face him and smile, “Hi Frank.”

Frank stops in his tracks and stares for a long moment before bellowing, “Iiiiiii fucking knew it! You son of a bitch!” 

You watch Billy go rigid as the two stare at each other. Several tense seconds ticked by before you began to open your mouth to break the silence, but then you see the corner of Frank’s mouth quirk and then Billy smirks. The next thing you know, the two are laughing. You stare at them bewildered. When they finally look at you, their laughter renews, probably because of the look on your face. 

“I knew it. I knew you had a thing for her,” Frank pushes his best friend’s shoulder. 

“Oh, yeah? How was that?” Billy challenges him disbelievingly. 

“I hadn’t thought about it until you got there but an Omega that can’t get pregnant? Right up your alley. Only Alpha I’ve ever known that didn’t want pups,” Frank says. 

“You’re full of shit,” Billy counters.

“It was half the reason I left. You think I didn’t know it was you that sent me that note? You wanted me out of the way… and I knew I couldn’t give her what she deserved,” he says in a rare moment of transparency. 

You narrowed your eyes as Billy’s head whips around to see if you caught Frank’s words. And their meaning. You had always questioned if it was Billy that sent that message to Frank but you had never wanted to ask. Crossing to him quickly, you grab the front of his shirt and slam him back into the wall. You stare at him, anger clearly written across your face, “You are,” you pause and give a playful little smirk, “a very, very bad man.”

“But such a good, good Alpha,” Billy grins sexily before grabbing you and reversing your rolls. He presses you to the wall, his hands grasping your ass as his lips descend on yours. You get lost in it for a moment, your tongues dance and bodies heat up. Until someone clears their throat loudly. You giggle guiltily as you distance yourself from Billy. 

“Would you like to stay for dinner, Frank?” You ask. 

“Love to. What are we having?” Frank chuckles. 

“Meatloaf and mashed potatoes,” you roll your lips in to keep from giggling, remembering it was the meal you were eating when he told you Billy was coming to town. It was funny that you even remembered that. But it was the moment that started a whole new life for you, one with Billy. 

“My favorite. Do you think I could get a meatloaf sandwich to have for lunch tomorrow?” Frank asks with an enigmatic smile. It let you know he remembered that day, too. 

“I can arrange that,” you nod. 

“So, uh, the bar?” Frank asks. 

“Sold it,” you say simply as you fill plates.

“The cabin?” He asks.

“Sold it,” you reply nonchalantly, setting a plate in front of Billy. 

“What are you doing to keep busy here?” Frank continues his questions. He glances over at Billy to catch the possessive expression he’s glaring with and instantly reins in the smart remark about Billy keeping you busy that was on the tip of his tongue. He really didn’t want to tangle with a newly mated Alpha and his best friend had always been a little unhinged. 

“I’m opening a new bar in a couple of weeks,” you look at Billy to calm him as you set down Frank’s plate. 

“Really? By yourself?” Frank’s eyebrows raise. 

“Well, it’s more of a club. I have an excellent team helping me,” you wink at Billy as you impart information that should get an interesting reaction from Frank. “Cecily moved here to help and, of course, her pack came as well.”

Frank nearly chokes on his food, “Pack?!?”

“Yes, her Alpha, Jordan, and Beta, Robbie.”

“Jordan? Jordan Jordan? Jordan from the bar, Jordan? Like, Jordan?”

You’re laughing too hard at this moment to speak so Billy answers for you, “Yeah, that Jordan. He’s a good guy. They both are and Cecily with them works. Somehow.”

“That’s crazy,” Frank muses.

“Yeah, it was,” you admit.

“That’s cool. I’m glad they’re happy. And you, both of you,” Frank reassures. 

“Thanks, Frankie,” Billy nods as you smile at him. 

“A club, huh?” Frank steers the conversation back to less emotional ground.

“Yeah, I can show you the space if you’d like,” you offer. 

“Maybe,” Frank demures. “What’s it called?”

You glance at Billy who grins and shakes his head while looking down before looking back at Frank with a smile, “Wrecked.”

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[toomanysubcultures]

it makes me so mad that people say that quentin quire should never have been rehabilitated bc thats kind of shitty when you think of what he represented

he was basically an alt-right poser that got pushed to that level of radicalism bc he lost the one part of his identity that had remained constant and also sophie didnt want to date him, finding a new identity in hierarchy, raw power, and co-opting a whole subculture

but its important to portray that people like that can change??? like rehabilitation cant just be for people we like it also has to be for people we despise

bc one of the main things that pushes people even further down the pipeline is social isolation and abandonment

ive seen it happen to a lot of people in my real life and its honestly really sad, the way that alt-right propaganda makes you externalize your own insecurity and self loathing onto everyone else, and the only way to fight that is to surround the person with people who give a shit about them and want to see them change and grow, not just shutting them out and shit

not to say that minorities have to give their time to fascists to try and convince them to not be facists but yk

this isnt to say that critiquing how his redemption was executed (i feel like post-riot quentin never really confronted the fascist-y stuff he was on and that's just not good, also i feel like he was kind of watered down to just "annoying gifted kid") but i do think that at least showing that hatred isn't permanent is a nice idea

esp since a lot of comic fans are kinda leaning to that anti-sjw alt right-y scene, so having a character like that could maybe connect with people not all the way down the pipeline and pull them out

idk if im being an idiot rn or if im cooking but yeagh,,

[hainethehero]

nah bc Bottom Steve Rogers is mega superior, especially with a Top Bucky Barnes.

Exactly!

Steve Rogers has never been a top & the last time he was asked to top, he cried.

I also love bottom Steve with big, beefy, manly heroes who are the complete opposite of him. So besides Bucky, I love the idea of him and Frank Castle, Steve and Logan, Steve and Thor, Steve and Brock. I mean, the list goes on. And I love writing these testosterone-driven men fighting over Steve like he's Princess Peach locked away in his castle.

The dynamic is off the charts!

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you decent?"

You giggled as you heard a second voice.

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

"Shut up Billy!"

Your laugh turned into a snort as you replied.

"For goddess' sake, just come in!"

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

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

"You OK Bill?"

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

"Yeah, I'm OK Alpha."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[loganbcrnes]

Mine

Logan Howlett/Wolverine x female!reader

Tags/Warnings: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Rough Sex, Dom/sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Logan (X-Men), Feral Behavior, Rut Sex, mention of frank castle, Explicit Sexual Content, Breeding, Impregnation, Marking, Blow Jobs, Logan has a big cock, and hes very hairy yes, Reader-Insert Authors note: originally posted this on my ao3, but decided to just upload the full one-shot here as well. link. Not beta'ed and no description of reader Summary: Logan unexpectedly goes into rut and you're there to help him through it.

You had no idea what you were anticipating when Logan came home from work. Before he left in the morning, he was acting stranger than normal. His temper was short, his motions were labored, and he wasn’t himself. His scent was also stronger than normal. It didn’t take you long to realize something was wrong, the bond felt stronger between you two like it was during the war and before you even began to make lunch, you received a text from your Logan.

Logan: I don’t want you to be alarmed, but I think I’m in rut.

This caught you by surprise. Most alphas these days didn’t get ruts and omegas didn’t get heats either. Just like they’re becoming rarer as time goes by. it’s sad really, back before the war, before Hydra - you were able to go into heat. You always spent it alone back in the 30s, you even got time off from your part-time job as a nurse when you were temporarily staying in Ireland. Logan could go into ruts too before Project X. during the war you both would help each other out, which led to you both bonding until the train mission fucked all of that up.

But now it’s 2021, over 70 years have gone by and 3 years since The Snap. You are forever thankful that both you and Logan survived it. You don’t know what you would have done if your beloved alpha was taken away from you once again. Since then you both decided to get a nice cabin in the mountains to get away from everything. You both were done fighting, tired of constantly losing people you loved. 

Logan got a job in construction in town about an hour away. So he didn’t usually come home until around 6 pm. You were thankful when you got the news that Frank Castle and his pack of alphas were moving a few miles away from your cabin a few months ago. You know it can get isolated in this area, so to have friends that you consider family to come and visit was nice.

There was no time to think about the next course of action though, it was clear what you had to do and something you thought you wouldn’t ever do again. Logan would be back in about half an hour, which gave you time to set up the room and go for a nice shower. 

You immediately went into one of the cupboards in your walk-in wardrobe for blankets. Logan didn’t necessarily like making nests, he always said and his quote: “ya’ don’t need to make those things no more lady, you use your alpha.” in his deep gruff tone. So you resorted to cuddling at least 2 times a day instead and he would fuck you into the mattress just how like it every time. 

Once you got a mattress onto the floor with a ton of blankets and pillows littered onto it, you went into the bathroom and stripped down. You cleaned up and once you were done, you slipped on a white silky nightie that reached down to your thighs. After that you got some nice cold water bottles to put beside the nest. As you were done you heard the door click open.

Logan could smell you before he even got out of his truck. His heightened senses were even more sensitive and he could smell just how wet you already were. All he could think about was knot, breed, mate- over and over as he got closer to the door.

It was rather embarrassing when he started to sweat and get a hard-on on his lunch break. He didn’t understand at first, but then recognized the symptoms to be a rut. Thankfully Frank was there to get him to leave, but damn did that hurt his ego a little.

Once he entered he was hit again with your strong scent. It was so sweet, sweeter than usual that he was beginning to think that maybe his rut could trigger your heat. He sure hoped so. Your scent was a mixture of roses and strawberries, he used to hate strawberries before he met you, but now it’s one of his favourite fruits.

You looked up from your iPad as Logan walked in and put down his backpack. “Hey,” you said as you got up, but were cut off by a squeak when he immediately jumped you. He picked you up by your thighs, making his way to your bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. He nipped and sucked little bruises into your soft flesh. He put you down gently onto the mattress and started groping your breasts. 

“Fuck, I’ve been thinkin’ about this all day, Darlin’”. Logan growls as he starts kissing down the valley between your breasts. He pulled back and slipped off your nightie, revealing your breasts and wet cunt. You blushed and looked away, but your alpha immediately notices. “Hey, no looking away from your alpha now,” Logan says as he grips your jaw to look back at him. 

“Sorry, Alpha” you shyly say. Logan only grunts back in reply as he stares down at you. You grip at his clothes, “off, please” you whine at him. Logan immediately starts to strip down, you stare at his glorious beefy body as he takes off his pleated shirt and jeans. Your eyes traveled the trail of hair down to his already hard cock. You lick your lips wanting to taste so badly. 

Logan notices as smirks, he leans back down to press his lips against yours, just as a whimper escapes through your lips, giving you a smoldering kiss which leaves you breathless within seconds, distracting you as he continues to run his hand up and down the curves of your body, getting closer to your sensitive parts.

You are gasping for breath when he pulls away, and in your complete haze, you watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Logan growls as he licks your clit. You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance. You feel the hard tips of Logan’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

“So hot, baby,” Logan growls, his warm breath falling on your sensitive folds as he whispers between the kisses he is giving you right at your heated core. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I could smell your sweet scent before I even got outta my car.”

You can’t think straight, you’re totally blissed out and your mind is filled with alphalphabreedmatealphabreed constantly, you reckon he has triggered your heat, but you don’t even realize and neither does he. His cock is stiff and swollen, you notice the center of his length has a bulge, showing that his knot is starting to form.  Your cheeks begin to heat up realizing that you’re doing this to your alpha. 

You go deeper and deeper into submission, surrendering yourself to your alpha, letting him know he can use you however he wants. Logan feels everything you feel, your bond is so strong that it’s overwhelming for the both of you. 

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He has never seen anything so beautiful. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge.

He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little mate.”

You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Logan continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

Once you come down from your high, Logan pulls back and climbs up the bed kneeling right beside your head. Keeping one hand at your chin, he raises your head up as he uses the other hand to pump his cock, aiming the crown tip on your swollen lips. “Go and put your pretty mouth to use, Darlin’,” Logan says. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the slit, making you drool at the taste, while the heady scent of his cock fills your senses as you breathe him in.

You eagerly nod, barely catching a breath from your strong orgasm, he slips his cock through your open mouth, wanting to satisfy your alpha.

Groaning, Logan reaches down and squeezes your nipple as he thrust in and out of your mouth with almost the same force he would use if he is deep inside your pussy. 

“Love these tits of yours baby, love to see them jiggle when I fuck your tight cunt” Logan continues to grope your tits as he dirty talks. He thrusts into your mouth hard and you moan at his words, cheeks reddened at how dirty he’s making you feel.

You suck the entire length of him each time, loving the feel of the head of his cock at the back of your throat. Using his other hand, Logan grabs onto your hair, keeping you steady as he plunges deeper inside your mouth, pummelling deep into your throat each time he reaches to the brim.

His heavy balls filled with seed, slaps against your chin, loving the sensation and feeling dirty all at the same time. You dig your nails into his thigh with one hand and into the sheets with the other, holding on tightly as your lover uses your mouth for his pleasure. “So fucking good, baby. Always taking my fat cock so well. Look at you choking on it” Logan rambles as he thrusts into your mouth. He groans as you suck hard. You continue to choke as his knot is forming. 

Logan’s cock falls out of your mouth with a pop. The spasms of your climax remain. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath. You feel movement and blankets being moved on the mattress. After a few minutes, you feel a hand caress your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ears. You open your eyes to see Logan, his pupils are dilated to the point you only almost only see black. “You okay, Honey?” Logan asked. He leans down to press soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. You hum as you lean into his touch, “Want you now Lo”. you said, “please knot me, need it so bad”. 

You’re a whimpering mess now, grinding your clit against Logan’s muscular thigh. Logan growls as he pulls back, he grabs a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest pushed flush against the mattress, legs bent, and the knees with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now.

His long fingers trace your slit as arousal floods from your entrance, coating your slick on his fingertips. Anticipation pangs at your chest as you wait for his next move. Everything in him wants to drive his hardened cock into you and knot you full of his seed.

Logan’s eyes screwed shut as he brings a finger up to his mouth, basking in the taste of you. A wanton moan erupts from his lips at the taste – so perfectly sweet he would never be able to get enough.

Dire thoughts rush through your mind as you rest on your elbows, face turned to the side to try and see Logan out of your peripheral vision. His pupils are completely blown, eyes focused only on your center as his chest heaves in anticipation. “Please Alpha, breed me, I’m ready,” you say to him. 

Logan is always less talkative during sex and now that he’s in his rut and possibly gone feral, his mind is screaming to him to knot and breed your tight cunt, to the point he can’t form words.

His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, grasping onto your hips with such pressure that it is sure to leave bruises tomorrow, even with your fast healing. Sharp fingernails dig into your skin as his tip meets your entrance. It’s fiery and red, inflamed and veins popping out alongside his length from how hard he is. The precum that leaks from his tip coat your slit, combining with the wetness dripping down your thighs to create a delicious mixture.

One last reassuring squeeze of your side is all he gives before pushing into you ruggedly. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he makes his way into your core, feeling the familiar sensation you felt back during the war. His size is bigger, so much thicker and longer than his normal length when he is not in rut. It’s a lot to take in at once, and he’s trying his best to let you relax as your body adjusts to his size. 

“You can move,” you say, lip caught between your teeth as your walls stretch further around him.

With your fists grasping for the sheets, Logan begins thrusting his hips slowly into you– holding out a second each time he bottoms out to let you breathe. His nails only dig into your sides further, barely giving him a grip onto reality to hold back his animalistic instincts.

Deep grunts leave his mouth as he tries to hold himself back, but he can feel his humanity slipping further and further away with each clench of your pussy. His heavy balls slap against your clit.

“Can’t hold back much longer,” he bares his teeth, “need to breed you now.”

You moan out loud “please, please alpha, need you to fill me up with your pups” you continue to beg him. 

Quickly, his hips snap into yours, his thick muscles flexing as he holds your body steady, fucking into you deeply. Breath is sucked out of you as his pace increases; stars forming at the back of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, mouth salivating at the increasing pleasure bestowing upon you. His length is a lot to get used to again, even though Logan tried to avoid knotting you back then because you both didn’t have enough time, there were times when he would sneak into your sleeping quarters to knot you in the middle of the night, his hand pressed against your mouth to reduce your loud moans as he thrusts his large cock into you; but the everlasting pressure against your g-spot was making the pain melt away.

Logan thrusts in and out of your pussy effortlessly, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. With each thrust, he bottoms out, and it becomes difficult for you to remain upright. Limbs shaking from pleasure, your elbows begin to give way, landing you flat against the mattress.

Your mouth opens, but the only thing able to escape is a silent scream, too immersed in the feeling of him battering your walls and hitting your cervix to make a sound. A loud moan leaves your lips as he pulls you back up, his arms wrapping around your waist to use all his strength to hold you in position. His sweaty hairy chest is pressed flush against your back, the heat radiating off his body soothing you as his mouth meets your ear. A quick nip is placed on your earlobe as he catches it between his teeth.

“Taking me so well.”

He says in his deep voice. The praise quickly soothes your nerves, helping you relax into him as he holds your body close, closer than you had ever felt to him before. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on.

“Logan I-I’m gonna–”

“I can smell it,” he groans, mouth meeting your bond mark as he sucks harshly on it. 

A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate.

Feeling your release over him only makes him thrust harder, deeper. It sends him into a full-blown frenzy, unable to keep himself from chasing his high. “Smells so sweet, gonna breed you, Baby, have you pumped up with my pups. Gonna look so sexy with your tits filled with milk and your pregnant belly.” he rambles, the more he talks dirty the closer you get to the edge. 

And you knew what this meant. You both finally have a chance to have children. Something you have always wanted when you first got together with Logan. Before meeting him, you never had high hopes to find a man and have a child or two. You were insecure and no one wanted a 26-year-old virgin omega. Especially since omegas were looked down upon back then.

But that time is over now, you're with the love of your life 70+ years into the future and everything you have ever wanted is here right now.

“God, do it, Logan, please knot me,” the words slip between cries, still shaking in the aftermath of your orgasm, “Breed me.”

So he does.

His eyes slam shut as his mouth finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, reclaiming you once again. Screams blow past your lips as blood begins to trickle from the wound on your shoulder. Your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood.

“That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect.”

Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to him as you do right now. Firecrackers lit through your veins, the connection between you and Logan binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now, you’re too blissed out from the shock of him reclaiming you to notice how his cock is beginning to swell inside of you.

Cum shoots out of his member, filling you up to the brim until your abdomen begins to feel heavy and swell. That floating feeling quickly begins to fade as his orgasm keeps coming and coming, no inch of your insides gone untouched by his seed. It seems like it's never going to end, and you can feel the pressure from his release building and building inside of you. Your sensitive walls stretch as his cock expands, your body doing the job it’s supposed to; knotting to plug you up and make sure none of his cum drips out.

“Logan,” you whine, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock continues to inflate inside of you, “Logan it kinda hurts.”

“Shhh It’s almost over, baby,” he comforts you, stroking your hair before guiding you onto your side, laying behind you. After such a rough round, his familiar touch eases your pain. The light kisses he places along your spine let you sink back into him, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips instead of the balloon-sized cock stretching your vagina. Gentle hands trace circles up and down your arms as you listen to the sound of his calming breath. His chest heaves as he tries to come down from the adrenaline rush.

Soft kisses soon turn into small licks running over the length of your back as you lay there, still speared on his cock. Now that his animalistic needs were met, it was all about you.

“What are you doing?” you frown slightly.

“Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this new method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it.

As Logan’s knot begins to subdue he doesn’t let go. His tongue soothes over the spot of his mark, all red, but could see the bond mark more visible than it was before. 

“Do you really think this will work?” you ask Logan. You don’t know what you will do with yourself if you aren’t able to get pregnant by this. “It will trust me, Darlin’. And if it doesn’t, we’ll try again and again until it does,” he says as he kisses your shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful, I’m so happy you’re mine after all these years.”

Butterflies flutter in your tummy as a smile stretches across your face. All you want to do right now is to turn around and kiss him, so you do. His face is just as bright as yours when you meet his eyes. His hair is messy and his skin is shining with perspiration, but he looks handsome as ever. He welcomes your kiss like he’s been waiting for it all day. Mouth chasing after your lips, capturing them in a quick kiss before pulling away.

It's the first time he’s seen your eyes since you’ve gotten home, and even then he couldn’t appreciate them as he could now. There's a different glow that he didn’t notice before. Maybe it's because he’s reclaimed you and knotted you after all these years, but he is willing to do anything and everything for you.

“I love you,” you sigh, pressing your palm to his cheek. He looks so innocent now, the blackness in his eyes now faded back to the hazel color you love so much. All the years and pain he’s been through, disappeared. 

“And I love that you’re mine.”

[thealleydog]

HELP I'M GONNA BE TRAPPED IN A CONCRETE BOX OF HORNY EMOTION ALL OCTOBER.

Linda, you're gonna kill me.

Carpe Noctum | wint3r-h3art’ 2023 Spoopy Event

It’s October, and you know what that means: spooky fun. I welcome you to Carpe Noctum, my first-ever spooky season event!

In the next four weeks, I will post four fics with four different characters with various horror/dark themes & kinks

As usual, this is 18+ only! Minors do not interact! All of the fics will contain dark and horror elements & themes that will be out of my usual scope. Therefore, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Heed the warnings of each fic and proceed cautiously.

Week 1: vampire!Miguel

Contains horror elements like blood, and darker theme like dub con & hunter/prey, blood play, oral fixation, and breeding kink.

Week 2: werewolf!Frank Castle

Contains horror elements like body horror & gore. Choking kink, size kink, & breeding kink.

Week 3: Reaper!Thor

Contains horror elements of body horror &blood/gore. Will be dubcon, stalking, size kink, breeding kink, & hunter/prey

Week 4: warlock! Bucky

Contains body horror elements, some gore. Stalking, possessive behavior, bondage, & corruption kink.

Divider by @benkeibear

[darlingshane]

Primal

Pairing: Frank Castle x F!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 2,6k

— You can read below or at AO3.

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

He needs to get home as soon as possible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please. I’m… I feel like I’m dying.”

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

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

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

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

“I won’t.”

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

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

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

“Wasn't hungry.”

“Maybe later. I brought your favorites.”

“Thanks, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm.”

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

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

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

“I’m ready when you are.”

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

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

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

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

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1066

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, age gap (18/30), enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

1. A Contract of Engagement

Chapter Summary: It’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. “Please, mom” Bucky says softly. “Please don't make me do this."

Bucky sits despondently on one of the front parlor’s settees.

“Nobody,” he tells his mother, but of course she already knew that was going to be the answer to her question. Bucky hasn’t had interest in courting anyone, and nobody in society has expressed any interest in him. Not since his accident, leastways. His now-lame arm and the scarring that creeps up the left side of his neck have managed to dampen the interest he used to get from suiters. “I don’t want to marry, certainly not now. I’m eighteen for Christ’s sake.”

Winnifred sighs, the pen that she’s had poised in-hand lowering. “James, I love you and I’m sorry, but now is when you have to do it. You’re done convalescing from the accident, and thank God for that. Your finishing school is over, you need to do this.”

“Why?”

Bucky’s mother has never been one to suffer his bullshit. She shoots him a glare. “You know why. It’s only a matter of time before your father’s misconduct is made public knowledge. Once Frank Castle—”

“Don’t say his name.”

“Once that man testifies before congress, your father is sure to be ousted. Weapons smuggling, James? You’ll be completely ineligible. No one will have you.”

“No one like us, you mean. Not everyone has to marry into the Senate, mother,” Bucky snaps. “Christ, we’re probably all inbred at this point.”

“James!”

“I have plans. I want to go to university!” He throws his hands up. “Who even marries their beta first anyway? What’s wrong with this guy that he can’t find an omega?”

“Please,” his mother scoffs. “Captain Rogers is a very reputable gentleman.”

“You don’t know him!” Bucky stands up from the couch, walking restlessly over to the fireplace. “Please tell me you haven’t written to him already?” Winnifred tenses, but then she seems to steel herself and she nods tersely. Bucky curses. “Mother!”

“It needed to be done, James. There are no other prospects and Captain Rogers—”

“Ugh, stop calling him that. What’s his name?”

Winnie purses her lips. “He’s the Lord Steven of House Rogers, and you will be respectful, James.”

Bucky huffs. “Well I’m the Lord James of House Barnes and I—”

“You’re the lord of nothing!” Winnie snaps, standing up from her chair at the writing desk. She’s glaring at Bucky now. “And you never will be, if you don’t marry this man. We’re about to lose everything. Your father has seen to that. Soon House Barnes won’t exist. There will be elections—elections, James! Can you even believe it? We’ll all be common.”

Bucky looks away. “What’s so wrong with that?” he mumbles.

“Maybe nothing for you. Maybe you could manage, go off to university and make something of yourself despite it all, but think of your sisters. They won’t be able to marry well, and they’re omega, so what are they supposed to do? Take positions as shop girls? Ladies’ maids?”

Bucky’s heart lurches and his eyes shoot back to his mother, reproachful. “That’s not fair.”

Winnie’s features soften in sympathy. “I know, Sweetheart, I know.” She gets up and comes over to him, the long hem of her dress brushing the carpet as she goes. She pulls him into a hug and Bucky can’t help but to lean into her. “Oh, Bucky,” Winnie mourns, using his nickname for once. “You’ve always been such a little grownup. Sometimes I forget how young you really are. But life isn’t fair, and I’m afraid this might be where you have to start learning that.”

“Don’t make me do this, mom,” Bucky whispers into the perfumed fall of her hair, though even as he’s saying it, he knows it’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. House Barnes has held one of New Jersey’s two seats since the very inception of the Senate. A hundred and twenty years of tradition, gone down the toilet because of Bucky’s reckless father. “Please,” he says softly. “There has to be something else we can do.”

“It’ll be alright,” Winnie tells him, pulling away from the hug and looking him in the eye. “I promise you. I’ve corresponded with Captain Rogers for several weeks now, and I’m confident he’ll make a good husband for you.”

Bucky shakes his head, angry all over again. “No! He won’t. How could he? I don’t even know him!”

It’s a silly argument, really, since many men of Bucky’s stature enter into arranged marriages. But even still, Bucky is beta: He’s always had this luxurious assumption that he’d be able to fool around for a decade longer than most; get educated, make mistakes, have fun. And now that he’s finally come of age and is on the precipice of actually getting to do those things, he has to go off and marry some old man he’s never met?

The reality of it is worse than a bucket of cold water to the head. “I don’t want to marry a fucking stranger,” he grumps.

“Really, Bucky. Don’t use foul language.”

“And I don’t want to marry some old man.” At his mother's raised eyebrow, he says, “Well he must be old if he’s already assumed the seat?”

“He’s young, actually,” Winnie counters haughtily. “Quite young. Thirty."

"Oh, is that all?" Bucky scowls at the carpet. Thirty, Christ. "When did he assume the seat?"

"Two sessions ago. Senator Sarah Rogers had a state funeral, James. I’d have expected you to remember it.”

Bucky waves his left arm in disdain, showing off his crippled hand. “Forgive me my 'preoccupation' these past few sessions, mother." He regrets his tone as he sees hurt flash across Winnifred's face. Dropping his hand, he sighs and looks away. "This is House Rogers of New York we're discussing, I take it?"

"The sister-seat to House Wilson, yes,” Winnie says, expression perking up as she hurries back to her desk to fetch up the stack of correspondences. “Here, I have his letters if you’d like to—”

“No,” Bucky says curtly. He straightens up and makes to leave the room. “I don’t need to read them. It’s fine. Just arrange everything and tell me when to show up.”

“Oh, Honey …”

“Don’t,” Bucky says tersely. “Just don’t. It is what it is. Guess I’m moving to New York.”

He leaves the room, and assumes that his mother writes another letter to the Lord Rogers, confirming their engagement.

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Wrecked (Part 7)

Pairing: Alpha Billy Russo x Omega Reader

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, love triangle, excessive drinking, smut, Omegaverse canon possessiveness

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

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

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Standing in the doorway of your bedroom, you stare at the empty spaces that were once filled with Frank’s things. His nightstand held only the lamp. His side of the closet and space in the chest of drawers were empty. In the bathroom, his toothbrush was gone and that was the stupid thing that broke the dam. You let the tears fall as you strip the bed. You had to get his smell out of your sheets or you’d never make it through this. Frank was gone. He was always going to leave. Now, you have to suck it up and deal with it. 

Gathering up the things you would need to see you through proved fairly easy. You kept supplies in stock just in case. You pulled out your favorite comfortable clothes. As you grabbed them out of your dresser, a flash of white caught your eye and you picked up the folded note from Billy. You reread his message and your heart aches. If only his protestations could be true of an Alpha. You don’t think you’ve ever been as attracted to someone in your life. Dropping the note on the top of the dresser, you continue your preparations. Pulling fresh sheets out of the closet, you start to make up your bed but as you move pillows and smooth wrinkles you pick up Frank’s scent with each motion. Your stomach rolls and you throw the pillow in frustration. 

Your mind drifted to the other bedroom and the bed covered in Billy’s scent. A throbbing begins between your legs at the thought of being with him during your heat. Would he be gentle or rough? Would he act feral or reverent? Or would he be a mix off all of it? 

Resolutely, you gather your things and move to the other bedroom. At least having his scent surrounding you would bring you some comfort. You place your things around and throw extra blankets on the bed, building yourself a nest. Laying down, you breathe deeply and feel your inner Omega calm as his scent envelopes you. It’s so strong you could swear he scented the sheets purposely. 

Several hours later, a knock on the front door rouses you from the semi-comfort you had found in the bed. Before you could even manage to untable yourself, Cecily calls out, “Hiya. I used my key. Don’t get up! I brought you some extra supplies.” After a few moments you hear her in the other bedroom, “Where are you?”

“In here,” you call, settling back in. 

Cecily comes through the bathroom between the rooms, “Are you okay? Why are you in here?”

“I… Frank’s scent is on everything in there,” you shrug. 

“Gotcha. Has it started?” she asks, referring to your heat. 

“It’s not too bad yet. I’ll be fine.”

“It smells like Billy in here,” Cecily sniffs. 

You just shrug again, “What did you bring?”

“Oh, I left it on the other bed. Hang on,” she turns back. 

When several minutes pass without her returning, you call out, “Cec? Did you get lost?”

“Uh, no. Coming,” she reappears with a large bag filled with snacks, drinks, and some self-care supplies. 

“This was really nice of you,” you give her a small smile. 

“Well, ya know, I owe you one… or two,” Cecily smirks. 

“You don’t owe me anything,” you shake your head. “We both said things we regret.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Cecily says as a slow grin spreads across her face.

“Robbie and Jordan?” You ask, propping yourself on your elbows to stare at her. 

“They’re really good guys and they told me about them and, ya know, intrigued me. So, we’re going on a date next week.”

Knowing Cecily is not usually one to take things slowly, you narrow your eyes at her, “Why next week?”

“I wanted to wait until your heat is done. I mean, someone has to run the bar and…”

“And what?”

“It’ll give us a chance to get to know each other a little. Maybe develop something that isn’t just attraction. Forming a pack, I don’t think they’ll care much that my parents are Betas,” Cecily shrugs to play off the vulnerability she had just displayed. 

“I think that's a great idea. If you can handle working together at the bar, you can probably handle a relationship- ow!” You wince as cramps hit you. Your body is protesting the lack of male attention. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Are you okay if I go back to work?” Cecily eyes you. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll get through this and see you in a few days. Don’t worry about me,” you insist. 

“I will. I’ll check in on you tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything,” she smiles as she heads to the door. 

“Cec?”

“Yeah?” She looks back to the door. 

“I’m glad we made up.” 

“Well, ya know we can’t live without each other. You’re my person,” Cecily blows a kiss as she leaves. 

You smile but grimace when the cramps hit again. You reached for some pain reliever. It would help some. At least, for a little while. 

–

You woke up the following morning, groggy and grumpy. Sleep had only come the night before after another round of pain relievers and a handful of melatonin gummies. It had been filled with a mix of unsettling dreams and intense yearning that made your body scream for touch. Getting out of the bed, you head straight for the shower. Sometimes letting the water run over your body can give momentary relief. You stood under the spray until the water cooled too much for comfort and your stomach was grumbling for food. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you walk back into the bedroom and nearly scream. 

“Hello Gorgeous,” Billy smirks from the chair in the corner of the room. 

You stare at him for several seconds, bewildered at his appearance but then your inner Omega took over and you crossed the room in only a few strides. You ignore the tray of food and the bouquet of flowers next to him and reach for him. Dragging him to his feet by his shirt, you pull him against you and meld your mouth to his. You begin undoing his belt but his hands cover yours and he breaks the kiss. 

“Should-”

“I swear to God, Billy. If you don’t fuck me right now, I will never let you touch me again,” You seethe. When it looks like he’s about to speak again, you drop the towel you’re wearing. “Now,” the word comes out hard but then you put a sweet pleading into his designation, “Alpha.”

His mouth takes yours hungrily as he pushes you towards the bed. His shirt is discarded quickly, and his pants are undone in a blink. It’s your hands that push them past his ass as he positions himself between your legs. He takes no preamble, knowing your heat is in full swing and you are more than ready. The thick head of his cock breaches your entrance and he growls as you seem to pull him in. Your body arches into him, finally having an Alpha inside of you puts you into a haze and all you can do is beg for more.

“Please, Alpha, more!” You whine. 

“I’m gonna give it all to you, my sweet Omega. Fill you up and fuck you out until you can’t tell where you end and I begin,” Billy says as he steadily presses in. 

“Yes, fuck,” your voice melds into whimpers as he begins long strokes. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pressing him close as he fills you just how you need. Billy holds himself above you on his elbows and his hands reach to caress your face. 

“Look at me, ‘Mega,” he commands and your eyes fly open. “Look at your Alpha. I will always be here for you when you need me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Alpha,” you whisper, eyes wide as you stare at him. 

“Good girl,” he whispers as his hips pick up pace. Your mouth falls open as you feel your orgasm building. Billy watches your face enraptured. He doesn’t relent, pounding into you at just the right angle until you scream, all the pent up frustration and need releasing from you. Your body is wracked with spasm and after spasm as Billy finds his own end. When his knot locks into place inside you he smiles as your eyes roll back in your head and you arch again. He lowers his face to your neck and noses at your mating gland, filling his lungs with your scent. 

His cock jumps inside you when you do the same to him and again when you deliver a tiny kitten lick over it. “Fuuuck,” he groans. 

You pull away when he speaks but his big hand guides you right back. 

“Don’t stop, Gorgeous. Want your scent all over me,” Billy mouths at your gland, fighting his urge to bite down and claim you as his own. But he couldn’t resist scraping his teeth over it to see if it had the same effect it had on you when he did it to you that one night in the living room, and it did. You gasped and clenched around his cock. Encouraged, he did it again and then sucked on it. 

“Oh, oh, fuck, Billy!” Your whole body spasmed again. Your cunt clamped down on his still swollen knot inside you making Billy moan. 

Billy chuckles as he whispers in your ear, “So, when my knot goes down, would you like to do this again or eat and then do this again?”

“Can’t I eat while I sit on your cock?” You whimper. 

“Fuck, I love the way you think,” Billy maneuvers the two of you to the side of the bed and reaches for a cube of watermelon from the tray he had made. Holding it to your lips, he watches as you take the bite and then lick his finger of the remaining juice. He stares at you, admiration clear in his eyes, “How the fuck are you so perfect?”

“I’m not, remember? I’m wrecked,” you shrug. 

“And I’m broken. Guess that’s what makes us so goddamn perfect for each other,” Billy whispers intensely. 

“Maybe so,” you whisper with a small smile. You enjoyed hearing it and decided to just play into it. Play into this feeling that this was someone who wanted you, not despite your inability, but as part of the whole package. He fed you, bite by bite. Compliments and innuendo flowed through your quiet conversation. When you feel his knot release, you take the final bite from him and then flip him onto his back. 

“You haven’t finished your food,” Billy smirks. 

“I’ve had enough for now. I need this more,” you moan as you begin moving your hips. 

“No complaints here,” Billy grabs your hips as he thrusts up into you. He wants to watch your face every second, but gets distracted by the bounce of your tits, the sight of his cock splitting you open, the ways his fingers dig perfectly into your hips and thighs as you ride him, and his mouth runs as he expounds on how amazing you are. “Jesus, you feel good. Do you know how good your pussy looks swallowing my cock? So fucking beautiful. Yeah, that’s it, make that gorgeous face. Wanna see you come, give it to me. Fucking hell, I’m- fuck,shit-” Billy’s eyes suddenly go wide and he grunts harshly. 

You stop, staring at him with wide eyes, “Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?”

“Present,” Billy growls the Alpha command, his eyes darkening.

You comply immediately, lifting off of him and presenting yourself on all fours. You whimper, unsure of what is happening, “Alpha?”

“Mine,” Billy grabs your hips and slams into you making you arch at the pleasure. 

“Billy?” You whine his name as both an exclamation and a question. 

“I’m- fuck, rut kicked in,” he says the words as if it takes all of his control to get them out. His hips don’t slow the steady pounding he’s giving you. “Never… ah, fuck, you feel good. Never been with an Omega in heat before.”

“Were you, ah, were you expecting it?” You ask, curiously. Your fingers dig into the sheets beneath you in an attempt to hold yourself steady for him. 

“No, shouldn’t be happening. Fuck, I’m never gonna be able to stop fucking you. Do you know how good this fucking cunt is? Never gonna find another pussy this good.”

“Alpha,” you whimper as your orgasm builds. You weren’t sure if it was the relentless motion of his cock inside of you or the words that spilled from his mouth. 

“That’s right. I’m your Alpha. Come here,” Billy pulls you up so that you’re kneeling together as he keeps fucking into you. One hand grasps for your breasts and the other finds your clit to make circles. He buries his face in your neck, mouthing at your mating gland, licking, sucking, and scraping it with his teeth. He had to fight the base urge to bite down, to claim you as his, to take possession of what was already his in his mind, but he wanted you to choose it. He wanted you to ask for it. And he wasn’t going to stop fucking you until you did. 

You reach behind yourself to pull his face more firmly against your neck, “Billy! Alpha, it’s so good. I’m gonna-” The long moan you release as you clench around him is enough to send Billy over the edge. He could swear as his knot locked in place again that he saw stars. The pleasure of your body wrapped around his was so intense he had to fight every Alpha urge telling him to hold you down and mark you. Instead, he gently laid you both or your sides and moved his lips to your shoulder to help fight the intense urges coursing through him. 

After your heart stops beating so hard, you whisper, “I’ve never been with an Alpha in rut.” 

Billy’s chest rumbles against your back, “Couple of virgins before today, huh?”

You bark a laugh and cuddle against him more firmly. Billy breathes deeply of your scent as his fingers trail over every inch of your skin he can reach. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand his fucking idiot best friend. How the hell had he managed to keep himself together with you on his cock? He’d never gone into rut the entire time he was here? His friend was insane. Or so self-possessed with rage and revenge, he couldn’t see the perfection right in front of him. Billy’s actually glad his friend led him to you and he sure as hell was never giving you back. Without realizing it, he growls out, “Mine.”

“Possessive, aren’t we?” You tease him.

“Mmm,” Billy shrugs as his lips keep moving over your skin. 

With the haze of heat lifting a bit now that you had been knotted… a few times, the questions that should have flooded your mind seeing him in your cabin came to the surface. You had to ask, “Billy?”

“Yeah, gorgeous?”

“Why are you here? I mean, why did you come back? Did you know-”

“Cecily called me,” Billy cuts you off. 

“What? How?”

“She said she was dropping off some supplies and found my note-”

“That’s what took her so long in the other room,” you say as that piece clicks into place. 

“She told me that you two had made up, Frank had left, and that you needed help. Or more accurately, to get my ass here cause you needed me or she would ensure my life would be a living hell from now on. Not that I needed any convincing. I drove straight here, used the spare key, and laid in wait for you again,” he laughs lightly as he uses the words you had thrown at him his last night at the cabin. 

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

“I’ll always be here for you when you need me,” he assures. “My turn for a question. Why are you in this room and not yours?”

“Frank-” you pause as Billy pulls you more firmly against him and growls at the mention of another Alpha. You smile as you continue, “His scent was everywhere and I didn’t want that smell around me while I was dealing with my heat. So, I came in here since…” you trail off. 

“Since what?” Billy prompts.

“Your scent made me feel comforted. Like I wasn’t completely alone,” you confess quietly. 

He chuckles as he admits, “I guess it was a good thing that I scented these sheets.”

You laugh, “I knew you did that! You are diabolical.” His knot releases and you take the opportunity to turn over and face him. As you looked into the dark depths of his eyes, you lost your train of thought, the questions that had flooded your mind, your worries, all of it faded away and instead you basked in his admiration. He looked at you with a mix of awe and hunger that you had never experienced and you loved it. Your mind wanted to use the word love to describe the feelings coursing through you and you shook your head to rid it of that thought. 

“What was that?”

“What was what?” You hedge. 

“You jerked your head. Intrusive thought?” His long fingers caress your face. 

“Something like that. Are you hungry?” 

“In more ways than one,” he smirks before whispering in your ear, “I still want to find out how amazing you taste. Get my mouth all over that sweet Omega cunt. I want to drown in your scent. Have you sit on my face and let me tongue fuck you until you beg for my knot. Have your legs spread wide open as I lay between them and make you come over and over again. If I’m really lucky maybe I can get you to suck my cock while you sit on my face. God, there are so many things I want to do to you.”

“Maybe we should start a list,” you giggle. 

“Mmhm, but for now why don’t we go make some food?” Billy kisses you before you can answer and then pulls you out of the bed with him. 

–

The next two days were more of the same. Lots of conversations and even more sex, with meals and showers and sleep in between. Billy, you had learned, had a thing for shower sex and so you were happily enjoying him pounding into you as water streamed over both your bodies. 

“Oh, God, just like that,” you whimper. 

“I have a new item for the list,” Billy says as he lifts your leg higher to give him a deeper angle. 

“It’s going to take us years to finish this list at this point,” you laugh in between the moans he pulled from you. 

“Need to add fucking you in a bathtub. I’d get you to sit on my cock while we relax in a tub full of bubbles. I’d play with your clit so you’d come over and over again so I can feel you clenching around me. Make you come until you were absolutely overstimulated then dry you off, put you in bed, and fuck you one more time until you’re ready to pass out. Fuck, I’m just gonna keep adding to it so I have more excuses to fuck you,” he growls.

“It’s not enough that you’re balls deep in me right now, you have to run your mouth about all the other things you’re going to do to me,” you tease him. 

“Is that a problem, gorgeous? Should I stop telling you about all the ways I want to fuck you?” 

“Never, fuck!” You cry out as he begins pounding harder. 

“That’s right, Omega. You like hearing all the dirty thoughts I have about you. Fuck, all I’ve done is think about ways to fuck you since you served me that first drink. I wanted to bend you over the bar right there. I should. Take you to the bar and fuck you on it, on that pool table, on the safe, fuuuuuck,” he grunted as you clenched around him, nearing you orgasm. 

“You should. Maybe fuck me in that fancy car of yours in the parking lot, too.”

“Oh, yeah? What else should I do to you, my Omega?” Billy’s hips are pumping into you perfectly. 

“Lay me out naked on your desk at Anvil and fuck me until I scream your name,” you whisper in his ear.

“Fuck!” He roars as he begins pounding into you relentlessly. 

“Yes, yes. Alpha!” You cry out as you come.

“Never gonna get enough of you,” Billy groans as he loses himself in you. His knot locks into place and you shudder against him. His face is buried in your neck as he scents you. The urge to bite you, to mark you, to claim you as his own grew stronger each time your sweet body clamped down on his. 

A little while later, you were laying wrapped together and Billy looked at you as if some question was on his mind. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” You query. 

“I don’t know if I should ask. It might upset you,” he hedges. 

“I can’t promise it won’t but I’ll do my best to answer it.”

Billy takes a long look into your eyes, studying you, before asking, “Why do you stay here?”

“Here as in the town?” You clarify. 

“Yes.”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve been asking myself the same thing lately. Buying the bar shoehorned me into a place of… I don’t know the right word. Importance, maybe? It forced the town to see me as something other than the wrecked Omega. I’m the owner of the bar, I have a place in society, even if I did have to buy it. Lately, I’ve wondered what it would be like to go somewhere that I’m not the wreck, not the Omega whose family doesn't even want her. I guess because I’m scared. This place is all I’ve ever known and what if nothing changed?”

“New York is a big city. No one would question why you’d leave small town life for the big city. Especially if you were with me,” Billy comments.

You laugh lightly as you joke, “Are you asking me to move in?”

Billy caresses your jawline as he answers, “Yes.”

You scoff, “Billy-”

“I love you. I know it’s fast and you’re going to say that this is my rut or your heat talking but it’s not. The moment my eyes met yours, the first moment I caught your scent, every second I’ve been near you, I’ve felt it. And every minute after I left, I missed you. To me, you’re perfect and I love you,” he stares into you, waiting for your response.

You look at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was going to laugh and say he was kidding, or roll his eyes and call you stupid for believing him, or you'll wake up because this couldn’t be happening, a perfect Alpha wanting the wrecked Omega.

“Stop it. I see the wheels turning in that beautiful head. I told you that if you’re wrecked, then I’m broken, and that makes us perfect for each other. Do you believe me?” Billy whispers earnestly. 

You nod, scared that if you spoke you’d lose your composure. Instead, you press your lips to his and kiss him slowly. Pouring out all of your emotions into that kiss, you pull him closer. He rolls you under him and deepens the kiss while keeping a sensual pace. He settles easily between your legs and you writhe against each other as passion builds. You open your legs wider until his cock nudges at your entrance. With a gentle motion of his hips, he slips inside and you moan into his mouth. As his strokes build steam, your mouths part for you to cry out on a particularly deep stroke. Billy’s lips wander to your neck and you whimper, “Billy, I love you, too. I love you, my Alpha. Please.” 

“Look at me,” Billy requests. When you do, he kisses you and pulls back to look into your eyes. “Say it again.” 

It was a request, not a command and you complied immediately, “I love you, too.”

Billy kisses you again and then trails his lips to your mating gland. He nuzzles into it and you tilt your head to give him better access. When his teeth graze over it, your breath hitches and you whine, “Please, Alpha!”

“Say the words,” Billy urges without Alpha command in his voice. 

“Mark me. Claim me, please,” you beg.

“That’s my Omega. My Omega,” Billy whispers reverently as he bites down on your gland. 

Your entire body spasms with your orgasm. You pull Billy even tighter against you as he licks away the blood from your mark. He fucks you through the orgasm, his eyes trained on the fresh red claim on your neck as he does. When you come back to yourself, he reminds you, “Your turn, My Omega. Claim your Alpha. Mark me.” 

He guides your lips to his mating gland and tears seep from your eyes with the realization that he wants this as much as you do. You place a soft kiss on the spot and then bare your teeth and bite down. His exclamation and jerk of his hips as he comes inside you makes you clench around him. Just as you feel his knot lock into place, you feel the bond do the same. Emotion floods you as you realize you are feeling his joy and pleasure through your bond. When he pulls back to look into your eyes, you can feel the love you share tie together inside of you. It was unlike anything you had ever imagined and you couldn’t stop the tears that came. 

“I feel it, too,” Billy whispers as he kisses away the tears. “My Omega. My gorgeous Omega.”

Epilogue: Six Months Later

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I mean, in the "Spider-Man/Punisher/Sabretooth: Designer Genes" issue, we can clearly see that the man has PTSD and he has "accidents" when he's overwhelmed by terrible memories. He says so. Good Old Spiderman *defends* Sabretooth telling that shithead that's Frank Castle that he should *talk* before trying to kill someone.

We could probably use his example as the inability of society to accomodate/accept/help people who needs support. He's not a gloating serial killer like Omega Red, time after time after time we are told that he tries and tries and fails in getting better, that they used him and caused him such an extensive damage with memory implants and experimentations that he's kind of broken in the wrong way, but even the ostracised part of the community is ready to shame him for his need of help (Jean Grey telling him he's weak for his need of support to be better), or hunted like an animal just because he cannot fit.

Basically, his story is one where the main guy tries to get better, but get fucked again and again, in multiple way, mentally and phisically, and then ostracised by his own community, because they cannot accept someone that's different from their shade of different.

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[caffeine-clouds]

Sonic Characters When They're Sick

Hi, I'm sick - which is fun. But this gives me a good excuse to make yet another post. How Sonic characters act when they or their friends are sick, let's go hoes:

Sonic: He has two moods. When he just has mild sniffles? The WHOLE world knows about it;. He whines with the worst case of man flu imaginable and acts like he's about to die - much to the annoyance of everyone around him.

However, when he has a sickness you should worry about? No, you won't know about it. He'll keep trucking along to the best of his ability until he faints. As for when his friends are sick? He's more likely to laugh than anything else before running to get some medication.

Tails: He's smart so he actually knows like - how to take care of himself. He has a tendency to downplay his symptoms though but thankfully Sonic can spot when Tails is going through a rougher patch than he's letting on. The only time Tails will neglect looking after himself is when he's currently working on a big project and he doesn't want to stop - regardless of his sickness. Sleepless nights end up only making things worse and you get the point. Sonic or Amy has to drag him away from his work as a result.

Knuckles: For a guy who's lived in the wilderness all his life and has never stepped foot in a hospital - he's only gotten sick once in his life, guess he built up his immunity. He's got all the natural herbal remedies ready to go for his friends and basically goes into full-blown crunchy mom mode when he hears they're struggling. You have medicine in your hand? Nope, nope. Put that down. He's got the flowers, herbs, salts, and essential oils right here - you'll be just fine.

Amy: Again, as a functioning member of society - she knows how to take care of herself. She balances it out - she has both medicine and natural remedies to treat herself and others. She is doting on others when they're sick, especially Tails. Although she doesn't have patience for Sonic's bullshit. She WILLL show up to your house with dozens of baked goods because sugar = happiness, simple equation.

Rouge: Drama Queen, period. Homegirl is dramatic even when it's just a common cold. This has had an undesirable effect on her teammates that we will discuss later. She lays on the couch under a blanket, tub of ice cream in hand and watch whatever TV show she's been meaning to binge. Being ill is an excuse to be chill - that's her motto. She might remember to take actual medicine.

Shadow: Can't get sick. But when someone around him is sick, his germaphobe mode fucking activates. He will be cleaning the same countertop for ten minutes straight, very vigurously. Why? Because Rouge ended up accidentally teaching him that all form of Mobian sickness is the end of the world and in his mind - anyone could die from a cold if untreated. He does not want it spreading, and if he could get Rouge to wear a hazmat suit - he would. He's the one reminding everyone else to take their fucking meds.

Omega: He doesn't really understand the concept of sickness all that much but when he sees Rouge in pain - his instict is to go straight to the source. He will interrogate to find out who she caught it from and will proceed to beat up that person if they fail to stop him. Although let's be frank - he's mainly just feigning his ignorance at this point so he can have an excuse to get violent.

Blaze: Again, knows how to take medicine and keep herself hygenic. Often doted on by castle staff allthough she doesn't really like it when it happens. She will keep insisting she can carry out her royal duties instead of taking rests - which can have poor effects. But again, castle staff are there to stop her from going too far. Her friends also encourage her to rest because they know of this habit of hers. If her friends are sick - she'll make sure they have their meds, a place to rest, and a warm cup of tea before leaving them so she can go about her day.

Silver: Surprisingly the most competent in dealing with sickness alongside Amy. Again, a surprisingly strong immune system despite how much ash he's probably inhaled over the years. Maybe chaos energy exoposure fixed it - who knows? But anyways - he rests, he takes his medicine, but if he hears his friends are in a fight he will show up to it regardless of how he feels. When his friends are sick - he's supportive, always checking in to offer company and he's texting cute cat GIFs to cheer people up.

Tangle: She's got you, okay? She'll make you a nice drink - hot chocolate - with cream and sprinkles - she's on it, she'll give you snacks, she will find her old video game consoles and comics to keep you entertained, she will get you dozens of blankets - everything you need! Everything... except... medicine. She has a tendency to forget the important part.

Whisper: If she doesn't know you too well, she'll pass you the paracetamol with the longest piece of apparatus she can find so she doesn't have to get too close to you. If she is close to you however, (i.e. Tangle) - she is fretting, girl is waiting on hands and knees, she is ready to give you EVERYTHING you need - you just gotta say the word.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 9

Marvel AU

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gvtted-ratz]

>request/idea rules<

requests: open

>marvel<

anthony "tony" stark/iron man, peter benjamin parker/spider-man, wade wilson/deadpool, helmut zemo, james "bucky" barnes/winter soldier, matthew "matt" murdock/daredevil, franklin "foggy" nelson, frank castle/the punisher, william "billy" russo/jigsaw, miguel o'hara, spider-punk/hobart "hobie" brown (smatsv)

>horror/thriller<

slashers/antagonists

billy lenz (black christmas 1974), brahms heelshire, martin mathias (martin 1977), harry warden/the miner (og and remake), asa emory (the collector), jason voorhees (og and 2009 remake), michael myers (og and rz remake), lester sinclair (house of wax), vincent sinclair (house of wax), mark hoffman (saw 4/5), lawrance gordan (saw 2004), hannibal lecter (nbc hannibal), will graham (nbc hannibal)

final/”good” guys

arkin o'brien (the collector/the collection), nicholas "nick" henry jones (house of wax), peter strahm (saw 4/5), adam faulkner stanheight (saw 2004), david radford (saw 0.5)

>games<

error 143

micah yujin

john doe +

john doe

duskwood 

richy rogers, phil hawkins, jake "hakermen", thomas, daniel "dan" anderson

killer frequency

forrest nash, henry barrow

the price of flesh

machaete, thomas (tom), jackal (jack/dean), derek goffard, matt goffard, mason heiral, dragon (jace/jason), komodo (mike/michael), the announcer (fox/ren hana)

that's not my neighbour 

physicist/dr. w. afton, milkman/francis mosses, hoon (milkman doppelganger), scarlet milk (milkman doppleganger), pilot/steven rudboys, d.d.d agent (hazmat guy), teutates taranis, abducius morail, yog sothoth

studio investigrave games

rody lamoree, vincent charbonneau, protagonist, co-worker, normal guy, fake protag, fake co-worker

call of duty (+modern warfare 2)

könig, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, john "soap" mactavish, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, gary "roach" sanderson

>tv/movies/web-series<

the batman (2022)

the riddler/edward nashton

 there will be blood (2007)

eli sunday

marble hornets (2009-2014)

masky/timothy "tim" wright, skully/jay merrick, alexander "alex" kralie, hoody/brian thomas

>will not do<

• incest

• suicide

• ddlg/ddlb

• scat/urine

• pregnancy

• heavy angst

• age regression

• teacher/student

• sa/rape/non-con

• full smut/sex scenes

• illnesses/issues we're unfamiliar with (ask)

• underage/child anything (papa, uncle, child, etc. reader &/or character) - this includes childhood friend AUs

• fem reader (including pronouns/detailed anatomy due to high discomfort) - anything else is fine

> can/will do<

• fics (1k+)

• past abuse

• headcanons

• past self-harm

• drabbles (100-1k)

• alpha/beta/omega

• polyamory relationships

• blood, gore, violence, etc.

• anything soft, comfort, fluff

• aus (soulmate, cafe, bookstore, etc.)

• some ships/otps/rarepairs (feel free to ask)

• death of character/reader (character/reader kills the other)

• nearly any pronouns (including neos, just provide pronouns)

• male/masc, gender-neutral, nonbinary, trans male reader, inhuman reader (this includes monster, alien, divine etc.)

• "steamy" scenes/dub-con <- will be posted on ao3 ONLY (link will be provided for requests)

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Here is a potential treat. Technically the start of chapter five of my Mermay fic. Hope you enjoy even if you don’t have much context

Being alone in the tall weedy plants that first night is terrible. He makes a nest in a corner he creates himself. Upheaving the color pebbles and odd black sand, digging a deep hole to place his torn leaf scraps for the body of the nest. The sand is soft, the grass warm. And yet he cannot sleep. His chest hurts. Lungs struggling to expand for a bit. He jumped in the tank too soon. It’ll get better. He knows it will. He’s sturdy. Uncle Wayne said so.

His fingers dig into his nest, shredding the blade. In his twenty-three years of living he has never been alone. Wayne has always been there. Hell before his father died Frank was there too. Frankie was a fighter. An Alpha like Eddie he bit and clawed and slammed any who looked at his little family wrong. He just… had a problem not turning that anger on the very mers he was protecting.

But right now he would take that to the silence. He’d take the other noises of the fighting ring to this. Eventually though he does fall asleep. His dreams are plagued by visions of his uncle in danger. Being taken by someone who starts up another ring. He wakes. Energy thrumming under his skin. Eager to shake out the jitters he hunts.

Eats two guppies. The third brings him closer to the castle where Steve resides. He can see the outline of a nest, of a sleeping mer. He looks down at the guppy in his hands. Steve said that he had Rejected the Beta. There weren’t many Offers of Submission in the ring. Most fighters just fucked when they could. The winners of fights often offered Omegas to breed, to continue the line. Eddie had never been Offered Submission before. Until now apparently and he fucked that up.

He looks back up at Steve. Obviously that Offer is no longer on the table but they are going to have to share this tank. Until Eddie can escape. Until he can figure out if the old mer tales are true and instead of dying he grows legs. How he’ll get to Wayne he doesn’t know but he will. He eats half the guppy before approaching the opening.

“Steve?” He calls out.

The betta doesn’t stir.

“Steve?” He tries again, slightly louder.

Again he is ignored. Shrugging his shoulders Eddie throws the half guppy into the castle. He doesn’t see Steve jolt awake. There are things he needs to do.