#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 (Part 2)

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

Trigger Warnings: References to infertility, smut

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

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

Wrecked Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know me so well,” Cecily grins.

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

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

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

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

“Can't argue with that. I-”

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

"Hey Frankie," Cecily teases. 

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

“All the fun kind,” she grins. 

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

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

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

"Heard from him yet?" You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm-hm," Cecily sips her drink. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What is his last name?" Cecily asks. 

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

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

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

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

“Night,” you and Frank say in unison. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t,” you whisper. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shocking,” you tease.

“Mm-hm,” comes out quietly. 

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

–

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

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

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

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

“Any-”

“Top shelf,” he interrupts your question. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Is she the owner?” 

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

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

“Do you always interrupt people?” You counter. 

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

Part 3

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[anna-hawk]

(K)not Bad

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Summary: After many years without them since losing everything, Frank's heats are suddenly back. He turns to Karen to help him get heat suppressants, but the heat is already too close for the meds to work. Despite that, Frank refuses to go back on his plans with Matt that night, since they're supposed to take out a new mob in town. The problem is, Matt's alpha scent turns out to be very distracting.

R18+ 🔞🔞 || WC: 7,4k

CW: alpha!Matt, omega!Frank, heat, a lot of smut, knotting

A/N: I was a bit stuck (still am tbh) with “Bloody Delicious” and felt like writing some bottom!Frank instead. So I thought, why not go all the way and write omega!Frank while I'm at it😁

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As Frank woke up that morning, it took him long seconds to understand what was going on. It had been several years since the last time, and he had almost forgotten what it felt like. 

His heat was back. 

It wasn’t a full-blown heat yet, though. Which was why it took him so long to realize what was happening with his body. But as he lay in his bed, with his temperature much warmer than normal and the base of his spine tingling, there was no mistaking this specific feeling. Heat cycles having no rhythm or simply disappearing all together wasn’t anything unheard of, especially if some kind of emotional or physical trauma was the cause. When they first stopped, Frank had actually been relieved, since he had despised the idea of having to find someone to spend his heats with now that his wife was gone, as well as the thought of putting himself in a vulnerable position as an Omega. After things quieted down and his heats remained gone, Frank had accepted that this was just how it would be for him from now on. Which was why the first thing he felt after finally placing the feeling was surprise. What had brought his heats back? Had he finally healed enough mentally for his body to realign with his emotions? He did feel more at peace nowadays, going around town and making sure that he rid it of crimes of any kind, while he also had his small circle of people that he cared about. 

Frank sighed tiredly as he considered his options. It had been a very long time since he’d used them, but he had always hated heat suppressants. They dulled his heats and made his scent more or less unnoticeable to Alphas, but they left him feeling uncomfortable and queasy during his heats. That was why he’d stopped taking them when he was younger and had learned to deal with his heats over the years. Before he met his wife, he had often opted to stay by himself, even if his heats lasted longer that way, considering how unsatisfied he felt, no matter how many times he jerked off or used a dildo on himself. It had been the same thing whenever he’d gone for a Beta. It had been more satisfying than doing it alone, but it had never been the same as with an Alpha, for obvious reasons. That was why, when he’d chosen to spend it with someone, he had gone to find an Alpha. A woman or a man hadn’t mattered, as long as he’d been sure that he could get rid of them easily. As big as he was, Frank hadn’t had any real problems with that, but he hated nothing more than the condescending or possessive behavior that some Alphas had towards Omegas. 

As his body was run through by shivers, Frank gave the suppressants some consideration. It had been a couple of decades since he’d taken any, and maybe their effects were better now. He didn’t have much hope, but he would have to check them out quickly. After that many years without a heat, Frank had no idea what to expect and would like it better if he didn’t have to fight off some unwanted attention from random alphas. That wasn’t the kind of fight he enjoyed. 

Getting out of bed, he thought about heading to the closest CVS, but they would have to do a check-up before prescribing anything, which had Frank ultimately deciding to contact Karen instead. Curtis was a Beta, and while he was mated to another Beta and didn’t need suppressants, he might get Frank the needed medication without all the hassle of seeing healthcare workers thanks to the VA. However, Frank didn’t feel like discussing the reasons behind the return of his heats, which Curtis would definitely want Frank to talk about. Karen, on the other hand, wouldn’t press Frank as much as Curtis. Plus, she was an unattached Omega and, while they had never touched on that subject, although she knew about Frank’s lack of heats, Frank was pretty convinced that she was taking suppressants. He had never smelled a heat on her, and she didn’t seem to be hooking up with anyone on the regular. 

After breakfast, he talked to Karen over short texts and after agreeing to meet at her place later that afternoon, Frank went about his day while trying to ignore the symptoms he’d almost forgotten about. The heat slowly spread through his whole body, making him just unbearably warm at first, before it centered in his spine and groin. His cock was becoming more and more sensitive, until only a light brush against it would have it twitching, while his hole tingled in anticipation. It did feel nice, especially after such a long time, and Frank had often enjoyed the buildup of it if he knew that he was spending his heat with someone he trusted. But that wasn’t the case this time. He was supposed to take down some new mob boss with Matt tonight, and Frank wondered when his heat would hit him fully. 

Near the end of the afternoon, Frank headed over to Karen’s. As he walked, he smelled the different scents of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas around him more distinctly for the first time in years. While his heats had been gone, he had obviously still been able to distinguish who was who, but their scents hadn't impacted him in any way anymore. Now, though, he got the whiff of the Alphas he walked past, noticing some of them turning their heads towards him, as did some Betas, but none were alluring in any particular way. Which was a good thing. Frank didn’t feel like taking a stranger home if the suppressants didn’t work out.  

When he finally reached Karen's building, Frank climbed the flights of stairs leading to her apartment and knocked at her door twice. As soon as she opened, Frank realized that he’d made a mistake. He wanted to kick himself for not asking Karen to meet in private because Matt and Foggy were there as well and Frank was instantly hit by the scent of Alpha. Maybe he should’ve gone to a CVS after all. Karen’s eyes widened as she smelled Frank, her expression being mimicked by the two men behind her. Gritting his teeth as he felt himself flushing, Frank still walked into the flat, since he did need the information. Especially if he was supposed to team up with Matt later, who, contrary to Foggy, didn’t have a mate and smelled incredibly enticing. 

“Hey,” he ground out, avoiding eye contact with Matt and Foggy to glance at Karen. 

“Frank… I… you, um…” she stuttered in her surprise. 

“Yeah.” Frank shrugged and looked down. 

“Maybe we should let you two talk,” Matt spoke up, which had Frank looking at him and noticing the uncomfortable expression on the lawyer’s face. “Karen, we won’t need the files until Thursday anyway.”

“Yup, exactly.” Foggy nodded, clearly uncomfortable and eager to leave as well. 

Frank stood to the side while they moved towards the door and looked at Karen’s worried expression instead. Foggy quickly made his goodbyes and headed out, but as Matt walked past them with a small smile and a nod, his scent hit Frank straight in the gut. His body instantly reacted, and Frank had to lock his knees and clench his teeth together so he wouldn’t make a sound. Unfortunately, he had no power over his scent, which had to spike considering that Matt’s head twitched in Frank’s direction, as if he’d caught himself just in time before he turned it towards Frank. Matt’s steps faltered for the briefest of moments, but his fingers balled into tight fists and relaxed again a second later before he kept walking and finally left, closing the door behind him.  

“You’re in heat,” Karen burst out in shock as soon as they were alone. “What… how…”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Karen,” Frank sighed, relaxing now that Matt was gone. His scent lingered, but he couldn’t have been here long. Otherwise, the apartment would have been saturated in it. 

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you that Matt and Foggy might be here.” 

“Not your fault… I should’ve told you why I needed to see you. I’m just gonna have to get used to all of it again, is all.”

Karen nodded as she observed Frank thoughtfully. 

“How close is it?” she asked after a brief moment. 

Frank shook his head with a weary sigh. “Not sure… Been gettin’ stronger the whole day, but it’s been so long that I dunno what to expect.” 

“Were you taking any suppressants… before?” 

“No, but that’s why I’m here… Any chance you know where I can get my hands on ‘em without havin’ to do some tests or consultation first?”

“I do actually, but…” she grimaced as she trailed off. “Frank… I’m afraid you’re already past that. The meds need a little time to work through your system, especially because it’s been so long since you’ve taken any, and-”

“And they won’t be quick enough to stop the symptoms,” Frank finished in a monotone. He’d already suspected as much. That had already been the case back when he was using them. 

Karen nodded sadly. “What are you gonna do? I know a good place where you can spend heats on your own. Or will you-”

“Nah, I’m good… Thanks.” Frank shot her a small but genuine smile at her obvious distress for him. “I’ll just deal with it when it’s here.”

Karen frowned at him. “You’re not thinking about going out there with Matt, are you? I know what you two have planned, but Frank, with your heat just around the corner, I don’t know if-”

“It’ll be fine.” He chuckled at her dubious look. “Trust me, beatin’ someone up can feel as good as fuckin’.” 

She snorted elegantly and shook her head. “Only you and Matt would say that and actually mean it.” 

Frank grinned, having no trouble believing that Matt was feeling that way as well. A second later, his brain replaced the image of Matt fighting some faceless enemies, with Matt fucking… Frank. 

“You okay?” Karen inquired, putting a hand on Frank’s forearm as Frank suddenly felt a dizzying wave of heat slamming through him. 

Frank cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah… Just…”

“You really think you’ll be fine?” she repeated, staring at Frank worriedly. 

Focusing on her lovely face, Frank took a steadying breath and nodded with a smile. He kissed her temple. 

“Yeah… Don’t worry.” 

Karen stared at him, unconvinced, which had Frank laughing softly. Like he’d expected, though, she didn’t insist and only sighed with a small nod. 

He didn’t stay much longer after that, preferring to get ready for that night. His walk back to his apartment had more Alphas turning towards him, but none of them approached him, despite the eager faces on some of them. Frank’s murderous glare was probably the reason for their restraint. 

Back home, Frank already felt on edge from all the different scents from outside. Breathing hard, he took a moment to center himself while he willed his cock to calm down. He had half a mind to jerk off, but he feared that it would trigger his heat faster. For now, he was still able to focus and go about his evening without his need stopping him, and there was no way that he wouldn’t join Matt in a few hours anyway. The thought of Matt had Frank thinking back to his reaction to the man earlier. Matt had smelled incredibly good. Could it have affected Frank in such a way because they’d been in close quarters, whereas the scents outside had been diluted in the surrounding air? Shaking his head vehemently, Frank pushed thoughts of the man out of his head and forced himself to concentrate on other things until it was time for him to leave. 

In the end, his heat decided to show up at the least favorable time. As he made his way to the meeting point, Frank took steadying breaths to keep his racing heart under control while his spine tingled all over. He’d been fighting a nearly constant hard-on for about an hour and felt about ready to beat someone into a pulp in his frustration and aggravation with the situation. Technically, he knew that going out in this state was risky, but he refused to let his body stop him from going about the plan that he and Matt had elaborated to get to tonight. 

As he reached the roof of the four-story house that served the cartel as headquarters, Frank immediately knew that he wasn’t the first one there. Matt’s scent entered Frank’s nose and had his stomach clenching and dick twitching as soon as he was thirty feet away from Matt. Frank staggered for the briefest of seconds, but kept a straight face as he joined the other vigilante standing at the edge of the roof. Matt stiffened as he realized that Frank’s heat was fully there, and turned towards Frank with a frown that was visible even from underneath the helmet. 

“Frank,” he half whispered with a tone of concern. “You shouldn’t ha-”

“Don’t… Let’s just go in…” Frank trailed off and took a step away from Matt and his scent, hiding the motion by checking on his weapons. 

“Frank, really, there are several other Alphas in this place and-”

“And nothin’, Red. I’ll be fine… I’ll be fine,” he repeated aggressively when Matt opened his mouth again. “It’s not ‘cause I’m an Omega that I can’t take on some fuckin’ scum of an Alpha.” 

“I’m not saying you can’t, but I just don’t want you to, I don't know… to-”  

“What? Present to one of them?” Frank sneered, the anger helping him ignore his heat for a while. 

Frank saw Matt’s face flush even in the dim light at the term present before his expression turned darker. 

“I wouldn’t let you,” Matt promised fiercely. 

To Frank’s surprise, there wasn’t a feeling of possessiveness that a lot of Alphas gave off when confronted with an Omega in heat but more a deep sense of protectiveness. Matt didn't want Frank to do anything he'd regret. This had Frank actually chuckling lightly in amusement, while his heat soared at the attention. 

“Oh yeah?” He tilted his head to one side. “You gonna protect my virtue, Red?” 

Matt huffed and turned his face away, which still held a faint shade of pink. 

“I could just take care of it on my own,” Matt tried again. “We’ve been over this often enough and-”

“Red…” Frank started, only to cut off and walk slightly ahead of Matt when a light breeze brought Matt’s scent right into his nose and sidetracked Frank for a second before he was able to keep talking. He gritted his teeth. “One more word and I’m goin’ in alone. If my scent makes you uncomfortable, sucks for you ‘cause I ain’t leavin’.”

Frank tried to squash that little voice in his head that called him a hypocrite because Matt’s scent was definitely affecting him. In any case, Frank didn’t give Matt the chance to answer, since he headed to the fire escape and silently made his way down to where they'd found a window through which they could gain access to the house. 

“Frank!” Matt called out with a note of alarm and frustration as he followed Frank. “Your scent’s gonna alert them to our presence.”

“Then better make it quick,” Frank shot over his shoulder. 

At the back of his mind, he knew that he was being reckless, but he felt like he was vibrating out of his skin and his body overheating when all he’d done was run down the stairs. Once inside the house and heading down towards the lobby, they started running into their enemy as they went through the different levels of the house. Frank was breathing too fast, and the constant waves of arousal mixed with his growing frustration were making his temper rise, which had his fists breaking jaws and noses along other bones. He usually used his weapons, but tonight he needed a more physical outlet. He hadn’t lied about how much he enjoyed beating the crap out of criminals. It did help take the edge off, but only barely. Matt had been right, though, several Alphas were among the group and far stronger than the others. They all did a double take as they smelled Frank’s heat, but Frank didn’t stop and barreled on, taking them out one after the other, albeit with some difficulty. 

While Matt was still fighting his way downstairs, Frank was already arriving in the lobby that would give to the main office. That’s when a large Alpha that Frank hadn’t seen coming grabbed Frank with a meaty arm around the throat. The fight instantly stopped as the men who were still conscious watched the superior Alpha pull Frank against his chest. Frank raged and fought against the tight hold that was keeping his arms down, but to no avail. 

“Well, well, well, what have we got here? You got some nerves attacking us when you’re in heat, little Omega. Or is that what you’re here for?” the Alpha jeered into Frank’s ear, which, despite the strong alpha pheromones, had Frank’s skin crawling with disgust. There was something really off about this guy. “Were you looking for some nice Alpha knot to hold you down? I sure could-”

“Over my dead fuckin’ body,” Frank growled, although his head was spinning. His heat was getting stronger and stronger, and his strength was lessening. This was bad. 

A commotion coming from the entrance of the lobby distracted everyone as Matt came crashing through the door and landed on an unconscious criminal. Frank knew exactly when Matt noticed him. His face transformed into an expression of rage as he propelled himself forward to get to Frank, except that the other men attacked Matt and stopped his progress. Thankfully, though, the Alpha holding Frank was distracted enough by Matt’s sudden entrance that Frank was able to get an arm free. Through his foggy brain, Frank managed to grab his gun and headbutt the Alpha in the nose before he shot him in the foot. The Alpha instantly let go of Frank, one hand going to his bloody nose as he howled in pain and staggered. Pushing away from him, Frank turned around with a snarl and realized that it was the leader of the cartel and exactly who they’d been looking for. With a vindictive grin, Frank aimed at him and shot him several times. It was only when a warm hand gently landed on his shoulder that Frank realized that he’d kept pulling the trigger, even though the clip was empty. His arm fell away, as he took in how hard he was panting and his body shivering uncontrollably with need. He took a deep breath to try to calm down, but that was a mistake, since Matt was standing right next to him. His scent slammed through Frank and almost sent him to his knees. Frank pulled away but staggered, which had Matt catching him by the shoulders. 

“Frank, you’re okay?” 

“What do you think?” Frank sniped, and tried not to lean into Matt’s body. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you come down alone here when he was-”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, Red. He got what was comin’ for him so we’re good… Let’s just go.”

Frank tried to pull away from Matt, but Matt kept him in place. 

“I’m getting you home.” His tone held no room for argument. 

Frank was feeling too on edge to complain anyway, with Matt’s scent being the only thing he could smell. 

“You gonna drive my van?” he still snarked. 

He couldn’t see it, but Frank was sure that Matt rolled his eyes before he removed the helmet and gloves and handed the items to Frank. Matt took a long coat from one of the criminals and pulled it over his suit, hiding enough of it to make it inconspicuous. Retrieving his things and putting them inside the coat, Matt motioned for Frank to follow him. They made their way through the now silent house and headed a little further down the street once outside. 

“Red,” Frank started, about to tell Matt that he could take care of himself, but fell silent when he was met by a stern sound from Matt, who lifted a hand to signal to an approaching taxi. 

As the cab stopped, Matt opened the back door and leaned inside, before he said something to the driver and let the taxi drive off. 

“The fuck is goin’ on? What’s the point in hailing a cab if-”

“The driver was an Alpha,” Matt cut in curtly, while he was tilting his head to the side, obviously listening to something. 

Frank blinked slowly. He had a hard time focusing with Matt right next to him, his scent seeming to grow stronger and pulling Frank in. He was about to ask what Matt planned to do if they only encountered Alpha taxi drivers, but the next cab arrived just then. The question ended up being moot since Matt was ushering Frank into the back of the cab a few seconds later before he was sliding into the seat next to Frank. The driver seemed confused for a second, before Frank saw his eyes widening in the rearview mirror as he smelled Frank’s heat. It was too dark in the car to see, but the driver was a young Beta and was probably blushing furiously from how flustered he acted as Matt gave him Frank’s address. As Frank slouched in his seat, his eyes closing, he chuckled at what the boy had to be thinking was happening. As they drove, Matt’s scent quickly filled the whole little space, which had Frank’s head rolling to the side to glance through half opened eyes at Matt, who was sitting as far away from Frank as possible. He was smelling so damn good, and Frank was so hard that he felt like he was about to explode. Before he knew it, Frank was moving and leaning into Matt's side until his nose was pressed against Matt’s throat. Frank moaned while Matt stiffened.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Red,” Frank mumbled as Matt’s scent suddenly strengthened. 

Matt didn’t say anything, but didn’t push Frank away either, although Frank could hear him gritting his teeth. However, as one of Frank’s hands landed on Matt’s thigh, Matt’s hand shot out and covered Frank’s, stopping him from moving it. Frank didn’t get the opportunity to complain about it, since the cab came to a halt, and Matt instantly moved forward, dislodging Frank to pay the fee. Grumbling, Frank got out of the taxi, but the open air helped clear his mind a bit. They were silent as they entered Frank’s building and started climbing the stairs, with Matt staying a few steps behind Frank. As soon as he was inside his apartment, Frank already felt better at being back in his space. He let himself slump onto his couch and groaned as the motion had his jeans rubbing over his hard length. 

“You gonna be alright?” Matt asked with a would-be even tone that was unable to hide the slight strain in it. 

Opening his eyes, which he hadn’t realized he’d closed, Frank stared at the other man, who was standing several feet away from him with a small crease between his brows. Frank observed him for a moment, but didn’t answer, instead letting his eyes drift over Matt slowly, thoughtfully. 

“Frank-”

“Stay,” Frank cut in with a voice that was steadier than he was feeling. His heart picked up even more speed and his dick pulsed in his pants as his brain provided him with the images that went along with what his request implied. 

Matt’s mouth parted in surprise before he shook his head slightly. 

“Frank,” he repeated, his mouth moving as if unsure about what to say. 

“Please,” Frank’s voice was low while his legs parted further in invitation. 

Matt licked his lips but frowned faintly as he lowered his face. “It’s your heat talking, Frank. I don’t think you’d-”

“I’m not askin’ you to mate with me, Red,” Frank interrupted with a note of frustration. “I’m only askin’ you to help me through my heat… If you don’t want to, that’s fine, but-”

“That’s not what I’m saying… I just don’t want you to come out of your heat regretting this.” Matt’s tone was soft as he spoke.   

A shiver of need and appreciation ran through Frank at Matt’s words. 

“And that’s exactly why I’m askin’ you… I trust you not to take advantage of me,” Frank explained truthfully. 

Matt unseeingly stared in Frank’s direction as he took in Frank’s words, shock evident on his face. 

“Red,” Frank breathed, unable to leave out the pleading note in his voice. 

Matt closed his eyes and unclenched his fists, which Frank hadn’t even noticed had been balled. 

“How do you want this to go?” Matt rasped, opening his eyes again and taking a few steps closer to Frank while removing the coat and placing it over the back of the couch. 

Looking up at Matt from his reclined position on the couch, Frank grinned as his whole body clenched with hungry anticipation. 

“Well, as far as I can remember, it’s your knot in my ass, Red,” Frank smirked, already feeling the impulse to turn around for Matt. 

Matt chuckled and shook his head in amusement, before he leaned down towards Frank while holding himself up on the top of the couch, right next to Frank’s head. 

“That’s the plan, yes, but I meant as far as things that you don’t want… don’t like.” 

Frank frowned slightly, his thoughts a mess from having Matt’s intoxicating scent so close. He licked his lips. 

“I… dunno… You’re not into some weird shit, are ya?”

Matt laughed lightly and inclined his head until he was nuzzling Frank’s jaw. “Define weird.”

Frank let out a breath and tilted his head to the side in invitation, which Matt gladly accepted. 

“Scenting okay?” Matt asked, while drawing his nose and lips along Frank’s throat and more particularly over the scent glands lying underneath where the mating bite went. 

Frank could only make a sound of assent as his body trembled with need. When Matt licked a broad stripe over that spot, Frank’s hands shot up to hold on to Matt’s biceps with a small whimper. 

“Kissing okay?” Matt continued, raising his head and letting his lips hover over Frank’s. 

Gazing up at Matt and at his lips, Frank nodded with a small, “Yeah.” 

He’d expected a deep kiss, but Matt smiled and pressed his lips against Frank’s in a short but tender kiss, which he repeated a few times. Frank whined as the pressure in his pants became almost unbearable and licked his tongue along Matt’s top lip, asking for more. Matt slid his tongue against Frank’s then, stroking into his mouth a few times. However, the kiss remained just as languid, which was driving Frank slowly mad with need. His fingers were digging into Matt’s biceps while he was slowly shifting against the couch, his hole feeling empty. Before he could complain, Matt pulled away faintly. 

“Strip,” Matt ordered, his tone low and sultry, which had Frank moving instantly. 

He quickly kicked his boots off and almost ripped the rest of his clothes off while Matt was standing in front of him, taking him in, waiting. Sitting back down in the same position, Frank saw his cock oozing pre-come and felt it glide down to his balls and below, where his slick hole was clenching expectantly. 

“Red, please,” Frank breathed out, as the other man remained unmoving. “Make me come. Fuck me, just-”

Matt swooped back down and took Frank’s mouth in a long kiss, shutting him up. Frank groaned in protest as Matt picked up the same languorous pace as before. He wanted more, needed so much more, but he was wholly unable to go against Matt’s control. As he whined again while his hips bucked up and down over nothing, Frank cried out a second later as Matt curled his fingers around his aching dick. Frank was leaking so much that Matt’s fist glided over it easily, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through Frank’s whole body. He was panting against Matt’s mouth, his hips thrusting into Matt’s tight grip, and already felt himself hurtling towards a crushing release. Matt firmly sealed his lips with Frank’s as Frank finally exploded all over his abdomen and chest with a muffled cry, the last, thick drops landing on Matt’s fingers. Matt gently spoke to him as Frank slowly came down from the intense high, trailing his mouth along Frank’s neck and shoulder before he stood. As Frank watched him through heavy lids, he knew that this feeling of satisfaction wouldn’t last long and that his heat would come back stronger with each release as long as Matt wasn’t knotting him. Frank inhaled sharply when Matt lifted his hand and licked Frank’s come off his fingers with an appreciative hum. Whimpering at the sight while his dick strained with his renewed erection, which had barely flagged to begin with, Frank noticed Matt’s own erection creating a thick bulge in the Daredevil suit. Frank was sliding off the couch and kneeling before Matt barely a second later, nuzzling Matt’s crotch. Matt gasped, and his hands instantly went to Frank’s hair when Frank insistently tugged at the bottom part of the suit until he had it underneath Matt's balls. His cock was standing out thick and heavy in front of Frank’s eyes, making Frank ache deliciously, his hole leaking more slick with the need to have Matt inside him. But first, he leaned in and took the head into his mouth, moaning loudly around it as he got the first taste of Alpha. Of Matt. Frank raised his eyes to Matt’s face, wanting to see his expression as he took him in slowly deeper. Although Matt couldn’t exactly see him, Frank knew that Matt was taking him in with all his other senses, which only pushed Frank into giving him more. Matt’s eyebrows twitched while his mouth parted for a small hiss as his fingers tightened in Frank’s hair. 

“Okay, enough,” Matt grunted through a harsh breath after barely a minute. He pulled Frank off with a gentle hand before he uttered a strained chuckle and stroked his fingers along Frank’s cheek. “Let’s move this to the bed.”

Frank’s body was wracked by another wave of need so powerful that he had to close his eyes for a second. Instead of getting up, though, he began to turn around, intending to lean over the couch. 

“We can do it right here, I don’t mind.” 

There was a choked out sound coming from Matt before he stopped Frank and pulled the confused man back up by an arm until he had Frank standing in front of him again.

“Trust me, you'll be happy to be somewhere more comfortable once I've got my knot inside you,” he said with a tone that both held affection and showed just how much Matt struggled to hold back. 

Only able to nod as his body swayed on the spot from Matt’s strengthening scent, Frank unsteadily took a step back in the direction of the small corridor leading to the bedroom while Matt followed, his fingers still around Frank's forearm. As soon as they were in front of the bed, Frank crawled on top of it on all fours, leaving his knees at the edge. When he didn’t immediately feel Matt against him and instead heard some rustling and clinking, Frank turned his head to the side to find Matt standing just a few inches away from his ass, and pulling at the top part of the Daredevil outfit. Matt’s face was flushed and showing an expression of annoyance as he tugged at the suit with quick fingers, while his erect cock jerked with each of his movements. 

“Come on,” Frank groaned impatiently and pushed his hips back until Matt’s dick slid between his ass cheeks just as Matt finally managed to extricate himself from the top of the suit. “Forget the fuckin’ suit.”

Matt gasped and let the material fall to the ground to grab Frank’s hips instead and thrust between the globes of Frank’s ass a couple of times, as if unable to help himself. 

“Yeah, there we go, there we go,” Frank mumbled, his words coming out a bit slurred as Matt used his thumbs to reveal Frank’s hole and rub his cock over it. “Come on. Now just — wait, what are you doin’? Don’t — oh fuck!” 

He cut off on a long cry as Matt didn’t enter him, but instead bent down and slotted his mouth over Frank’s hole. Frank cried out while his arms buckled, sending him down to his elbows as Matt, with his thumbs still holding Frank open, licked and sucked over and around Frank’s hole, taking the traces of Frank’s slick with him. With his legs trembling, Frank let himself sink further down the bed until he was panting against the covers. He could barely keep himself upright at all, Matt’s tongue and mouth feeling so good that Frank knew that he could come again just like this, his dick twitching and dripping steadily. But as incredible as it would feel, Frank could also feel the overwhelming need to be knotted, clawing at his insides, begging to be filled and soothed. 

“Red,” he moaned, his voice breaking on the name. “Please… Need you to fuck me, need you inside me… Please.” The last word came out in a desperate breath. “Matt.”

There was a long moan from Matt that reverberated through Frank, before Matt straightened and pushed at Frank’s legs with his knees to get Frank to move higher up the bed. Frank’s eyes closed when Matt leaned over his back, mouth pressing against Frank’s shoulder, while he wrapped an arm around Frank’s chest. A moment later, Frank felt the hot head of Matt’s cock pressing against his wet hole, right before Matt sunk in all the way in one, long slide. The feeling took Frank’s breath away and lit his body up with bliss, leaving him gasping loudly as his dick spilled onto the bed while his fingers clawed at the covers. Behind him, Matt stilled and grunted as Frank clenched tightly around his cock. Lightheaded from the sudden orgasm that was at the same time satisfying and terribly frustrating, Frank opened his mouth to beg Matt to keep moving, to please not stop. Before he could utter a single word, though, Matt was sliding back out and slamming his hips back against Frank’s, earning himself a sharp cry. The arm around Frank tightened briefly, before Matt rose to his knees again. Taking hold of Frank’s hips just like before, Matt thrust in to the hilt. At first, his movements were long and smooth, in and out, making Frank feel every slide, before his thrusts gained speed and Matt’s hips began snapping in shorter bursts against the skin of Frank’s ass. Matt’s panting breaths mixed with Frank’s loud groans and moans as Frank’s body was rocked back and forth on the bed. 

“Fuck, Frank. I’m getting close,” Matt panted roughly, his words confirmed as Frank felt the base of Matt’s cock expanding with each thrust inside him. “You really sure you want-”

“Don’t you dare stop now,” Frank shouted, a flare of panic running through him at the idea of Matt denying him his knot and the release that would finally make him feel whole again. “Red, please, I-”

Then Frank cried out, unable to finish his sentence because Matt’s knot suddenly pressed fully into him, leaving Matt gasping and curling over Frank as he came. The intensity of being knotted ripped through Frank like an explosion, the unadulterated pleasure bursting across his entire body as he felt Matt pulsating inside him, pumping come into him again and again. Frank hadn’t been knotted like that in ages and had about forgotten how incredible it could feel. As he came onto the bed for the second time with Matt’s hot breath against his neck, his body began trembling when his heat finally receded. At least for now. Matt’s arm curved around Frank like earlier, keeping Frank up against him as they both panted roughly.

“Come on. Let’s get you on your side,” Matt breathed into Frank’s ear and pulled at him gently. 

It took them a few seconds since the movements jostled Matt's cock inside Frank, which had both men groaning with aftershocks. When they finally laid down on the bed, Matt curled around Frank’s body. 

“How are you feeling?” Matt inquired after a moment of quiet, his fingertips ghosting over Frank’s stomach. 

Frank grinned drowsily, his lids heavy as he drifted in a form of half sleep. 

“Not bad, Red. Not bad at all.” 

Frank felt rather than heard Matt’s small chuckle and smiled as he fell fully into sleep, exhausted and finally satisfied. 

When Frank woke up this time, a small gasp escaped him. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and groaned softly as heat licked down his spine. Dawn was shining through the curtains of the bedroom, telling him that he’d at least gotten a few hours of sleep before his heat decided to clamor for more. As he licked his parched lips, Frank finally realized that Matt wasn’t wrapped around him anymore, but that Frank was lying against the still sleeping man’s side. Despite the need running through him, Frank forced himself to take stock of his body. He was as naked as before, but underneath the bed covers, and while he could feel his hole producing more slick, he knew that Matt must have cleaned him up once his knot had slipped out of Frank because Frank felt pretty clean. Disappointment seeped through Frank at the fact that he hadn’t been able to enjoy Matt’s knot inside him for a longer time before falling asleep. He had been exhausted, though. 

Focusing on Matt now, Frank watched the sleeping man's chest rising and falling rhythmically. Groaning under his breath as another wave of heat ran through him, Frank began to slowly rub his erection against Matt’s hip. As Matt remained asleep, Frank pulled the covers off them to reveal that Matt had finally gotten out of the whole Daredevil suit. Frank’s stomach clenched with need when he also saw that Matt was already half hard. With a swift move, Frank straddled Matt’s hips and slid their dicks together. The sudden movement as well as the grinding were finally enough to rouse Matt from his sleep, since his eyes flew open and his hands shot down to grasp Frank’s hips. 

“Rise ‘n shine,” Frank rasped and slid his ass over Matt’s now fully hard cock. 

Matt made an incoherent sound, still halfway through waking up, before he squeezed Frank's thighs as Frank rocked himself over Matt's erection.

“Shit,” Matt hissed, when Frank lifted his hips just enough to angle Matt’s cock towards his hole and sink down on it with a groan of satisfaction. 

Frank rode him hard and fast, clenching tightly around Matt, whose fingers dug into Frank's ass and thighs as he held on. It was when his knot began to swell that Matt bent his legs at the knees to slam up into Frank repeatedly. Howling in pleasure, Frank fell forward over Matt as he let Matt pound into him. At the pace they were going, it didn't take long before Matt was coming and knotting him. Frank came all over their lower bodies as soon as Matt’s knot slotted securely inside him, locking them together. As Matt pumped his hips as much as he could while his orgasm went on, he wrapped his arms around Frank’s back, whose body was already going lax again. 

“Should’ve thought this position through before goin’ for it,” Frank mumbled after a minute, talking against Matt’s cheek before lifting his upper body to stare down at the other man. “Gonna crush you like this.” 

Matt chuckled, and his eyes moved in a clear eye roll. “You’re not, and I wouldn’t mind even if you were.” 

“Yeah?” Frank smirked and settled his whole body weight onto Matt as he lay back down, except that it had Matt’s knot pulling at his hole. 

They both groaned, and a small, pleasure filled whimper slipped through Frank’s lips when Matt reflexively bucked his hips. 

“How long do you think your heat’s gonna last?” Matt asked with obvious strain in his voice, probably from Frank's scent spiking again, as he slid a hand to Frank’s ass and the other into Frank’s hair. 

“Guess we’ll have to find out.” Frank lifted his head as Matt gently pulled at his hair, and met Matt’s hungry kiss. 

This time, once Matt’s knot went down, they both took a shower. Separately. Frank’s heat was behaving for now, but Matt’s proximity seemed to easily trigger it. And maybe that was fine, since it might end the heat sooner. 

Later that morning and after the third round, which had happened in the middle of the kitchen since Matt had insisted on getting some food and something to drink into Frank, Matt called Foggy to explain that he wouldn’t be able to come in. The fact that he did it while still inside Frank had Frank hiding his face in his arms from where he was bent over the kitchen table. Maybe Matt’s comment on being comfortable with his knot inside Frank had been completely valid, since Frank now had to stay who knew how long in this position. But it had been his own fault, goading Matt as he’d pulled his sweatpants down and leaned over the table while putting his ass on display. 

“I think it’s over,” Frank panted late on the second day. 

In the end, Matt stayed two whole days with him, resting or talking in between Frank’s bouts of heat. 

They were now in Frank’s bed with the sheets, which they’d changed at some point, rumpled underneath them and barely covering Matt, who was lying between Frank’s legs. Matt’s knot was thick and hot inside Frank from their most recent round, and Frank knew that this time his heat had broken. He’d felt relaxed after each time Matt had knotted him, but he’d always been able to tell that more was coming. This time, he only felt drained but in the best possible way. Matt hummed drowsily, confirming that he’d heard Frank, but he didn’t move his nose out of the curve of Frank’s neck. Frank chuckled warmly and stroked his fingers through Matt’s hair. They definitely hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep in the last two days and a half. 

To Frank’s surprise, Matt didn’t up and leave as soon as they were showered and clothed again, both dressed in Frank’s clothes. Frank sure didn’t mind, though. What he appreciated the most was the lack of awkwardness between them now that the heat was over. They had some takeout delivered, which they took to the couch, and fell asleep on it at some point after their dinner. 

“Sorry ‘bout your job,” Frank grimaced slightly as Matt stood in the doorway on his way out the next morning. Somehow, Frank only now realized that Matt had taken two days off for him without much warning. “Always easier when you can plan shit like that.” 

Matt smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.” Then he was quiet for a beat before he licked his lips. “Maybe next time we shouldn’t wait til the last second to take care of it.” 

Next time.

Frank laughed quietly and nodded while ducking his head a bit. 

“Yeah.” He lifted his eyes to look at Matt again, who was still smiling softly. “Yeah, next time I’ll give you a heads-up.” 

Maybe he wouldn't need the heat suppressants after all. 

[yumravo]

art drop!

1. quentin. 2. ocs 3 (and onwards) the punisher

welcome, frank castle, to my mind palace…

thinking abt drawing fratt…..

for those who care abt my progress on art,,, below

just recently, ive started getting better at rendering! which is something i never dared tried, after MANY failed attempts in my life. but i’ve pushing myself, following tutorials and hoping itll stick. So far, i HATE rendering hair. I CANNOT do it. maybe one day i will.

sigh… pinterest you’re my best friend.

i also put an end to the “no sketch, it’s immediately line art” especially in digital. it really helps going over things i believe needs a better cleanup.

ive gotten so far in my art, i love looking back and what i did back in 2020s too see my massive improvement. it makes me happy.

its just nice to see. 🩷

[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!

[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,,

[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.”

[drdawnbreaker]

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Heya!! This is my first recommendation list. I read too much and from multiple different fandoms, hehe. I did think about splitting the fandoms up into separate posts, and maybe I'll do that in the future, but for now, these are all just amazing fanfics that I need to share and show off to the world. If you have any fics you really love, whether they are your own or others you love. Send them my way!! Im always looking for new content to read, hehe.

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✦ Unleashed — @veltana

Genre: Smut. Sex Pollen Au.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions, and all he wants is you.

✦ Last Minute — @dollfacefantasy

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Summary: When Frank won't give you attention, you have to convince him not to leave somehow...

✦ Everybody Talks — @nickfowlerrr

Genre: Smut. Halloween Au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Reader

✦ What If...? — @vunblr

Genre: Smut. Angst. Neighbours Au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Reader

Summary: Bucky navigates his insecurities and guilt from his past as he grows closer to his new neighbour, a nurse.

✦ Who’s She? — @sacredsorceress

Genre: Fluff. Secret double life au.

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: when sam gets injured during a mission and isn’t able to go to a hospital, bucky brings him and natasha to his own home to get cared for by his girlfriend, y/n, who he’s been keeping a secret.

✦ Dr. Bee — @malum-forev

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Bucky x Nurse!Reader

Summary: Bucky has quite the reputation, but all it takes for him to want to change is an hour with an outspoken little Bee.

✦ In losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time) — @mellowsaturns

Genre: Heavy Angst. Onesided-enemies-to-lovers-ish

Pairing: Soldat!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

Summary: When the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy, but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

✦ Blurred Lines — @ellemj

Genre: Time Travel. Angst. Smut. Fluff. Enemies To Lovers

Pairing: Avengers!Bucky x Reader. 40s!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

✦ Out of My Head — @navybrat817

Genre: A/B/O. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Chubby!Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: Bucky feels a bit insecure during a romantic evening, and you do your best to get him out of his head.

✦ The Memory Remains — @vunblr

Genre: Smut. Angst. Winter Soldier Vibes

Pairing: Bucky x Curvy!Reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter brings Bucky face-to-face with someone from his past, stirring memories he thought were long buried.

✦ Toy Soldier (part 1) — @vunblr

Genre: Dark. Gore. Angst. Fuff. Big feels

Paring: Winter Soldier!Bucky x mutant!Reader

Summary: She had been the tool Hydra used to keep him operational; he, the weapon manipulated by their tendrils to execute their ambitions. Years after breaking free, fate Sam Wilson brings them together once more. Now, they must navigate the challenges of forging a connection beyond the twisted dynamic that once bound them in the past.

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✦ Strawberry Scented — @cakelitter

Genre: Smut. Hybrid au.

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Bunny!Reader

Summary: You remain still blissful as ever. Your dreams must be nice, hopping in meadows and basking in the sun; or is that too stereotypical of him? Wonder if you dream about him. Does your mind replay the sweet and innocent time you spent together? Or do you get dirty dreams about him like he does?

✦ Dolled Up — @coqvttes

Genre: Smut.

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Virgin!Reader

Summary: After making you wait nearly two months to lose your virginity, you surprise him in lingerie that you know he can't resist corrupting you in.

✦ Sweetheart Club — @cakelitter

Genre: Smut. Angst. Collage au.

Pairing: Professor!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: “You wanted to talk, professor?” he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers he’s holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. “Yeah, mind explaining the absences?”

✦ Light of the Full Moon — @dollfacefantasy

Genre: Dub-con. Werewolf au. Smut. Angst

Pairing: Husband!Wolf!Chris x Wife!Reader

Summary: Your husband hasn't been the same since coming back from his latest mission. you struggle to understand the cause, not wanting to believe the worst. on the night of a full moon, tensions peak, and you're determined to find out the truth.

✦ LIKE RABBITS ♡ — @dollfacefantasy

Genre: Pure Smut. Hybrid au

Pairing: carlos oliveira x bunny-hybrid!fem!reader

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✦ Werewolf!Jason Todd Imagine — @redr0sewrites

Genre: Smut. Werewolf au. Heat/Knotting

Pairing: Jason Todd x Human!Reader

✦ Virgin Jason Todd — @devotedlyandrogynousyouth

Genre: Pure Smut. Drabble. P/W/P

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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✦ Tentacles — @sweetcocopowder

Genre: Smut. Monster fucking. Supernatural.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel ft. Alien being?

Summary: Dean has to perform a ritual to continue further in his hunt. Said ritual, is fucking an ancient being that only wants to pleasure. And Cas is here as moral support.

[eggcompany]

Doctor Will Make You Better Part 5

“No, no, no,no, nononono I don’t want it! I don’t wanna be asleep! I wanna nest! I wanna have my heat! I’m not gonna do it! I don’t fuckin wanna sleep!” Frank screamed as Loki pulled his arms across his stomach in a basket hold. 

Frank was… not crazed, not manic, but scared . His mind was fuzzy and muddy filled with red hot anger and chilling fear. He couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. He was just scared . One moment he was eating dinner waiting on getting a nice warm bath with Loki, mama, and the next he was… reverting back to fight or flight. And there was nowhere to go. 

He was an omega in the road to heat, his first heat in so long that would be treated with love and care. He was in his most vulnerable state which only ramped up his hair trigger response. 

All it took for him to last out was Loki moving to pet his hair. 

Frank had screamed and swung his fist around to hit the doctor in the stomach but Loki had acted so fast it was almost scary. They pulled Frank down to be on one knee by his wrist. Frank struggled and fought, kicking and screamed but Loki pulled his arms around and knocked his other foot so Frank was kneeling. 

The doctor rocked him back and forth but Frank continued screaming and fighting. Loki simply sat down in front of the man and really hoped Frank wouldn’t bite them. They held his hands so his arms stayed crossed around his stomach. 

“Fuck you! Get away from me! Let me fucking go-” Frank yelled and reared his head back for a headbutt 

Loki hummed and let one of Frank’s hands go to quietly shove his face to their neck. 

“Oh-” Frank gasped and leaned in to really nuzzle at the doctor’s neck, his mind cooling and calming becoming clearer. Loki smiled and let Frank’s other hand go so they could rub his back. Frank put his hands on Loki’s knees to push himself closer to the scent of warm cookies and coffee. 

“I’m not putting you to sleep. I won’t make you sleep. It’s gonna make you feel better. I’m right here, look I’m right here. We’re just gonna sit here for a moment Frank. Just breathe, those silly hormones are making you feel bad huh? Yeah we need to get you good, clean and in your nest. Such a pretty nest.” Loki whispered quietly and Frank slumped against them. He moved to wrap his arms around Loki’s lithe but very strong frame. 

“Mama” Frank whimpered as his mind fell down around him. All the fear and anger that had been keeping him up dissipated. He felt like he was falling down, falling from space. 

He was so tired, so warm, protected. There were arms around him, a chest to hold him up, and a heart beating right below his ear. He was too tired to feel shame or guilt about trying to hurt Loki. He was too far down, too far away. Too far into his heat. His muscles released and he could feel himself start slicking through his underwear. He just whimpered and tried to crowd closer to Loki. He just wanted… wanted to be under their skin. 

Loki held him closer. This was perfect. The perfect situation. A break, a shattering, the rise before the fall. Sure the rise was violent and explosive but oh the fall. The fall was the best part. They were needed, Frank was falling not down not on himself but to Loki. And they would be right there to coddle him. To coax  his love from him. To be the only thing he will ever need. 

Loki grinned widely and shushed the man in their arms. They rubbed his back and leaned their head to rest on the top of his. 

“Yes baby, momma’s right here. I’m not going anywhere. You just let me take care of you, you poor sweet thing. I’m not going to leave you. You’re my baby.” Loki said with pity filling their voice. Their eyes were wild and they felt like every wire in their body was firing sparks. Frank needed them, Frank had become perfect. Frank was a tiny little glass orb in Loki’s palm, crushable but beautiful. 

“Mama? Smell good. Mama knot me?” Frank whined out as he swiveled his hips, shoving his nose deeper into Loki’s neck. The mental fuzz of his heat practically dissolved his filter, dissolved everything except that one little part of his brain that just wants a mate. All he was, was a little omega, small and needy and ready to take a mate. 

Loki was ecstatic with joy and felt such a feeling of fulfillment. They felt Frank try to grind on them but shushed him and moved to kiss at the side of his head. 

“Yes, my sweet honey bun, Momma will give you what you need.” Loki promised and Frank whined, all low and gravely, and moved to kiss Loki’s neck. 

He kissed down from their jaw, right to their scent gland. 

“Sh, sh, sh, you need a bath. Come let me take care of you. Show everyone that you’re my good boy. Be good for me, omega .” Loki whispered in Frank’s ear which made him shoved and pant hotly against Loki’s shoulder. Loki smiled when Frank nodded his head. 

“You gonna get in tha bath too? Gonna hold me?” Frank asked and Loki pushed him back away from their neck, causing some grumpy whines.

Loki took in the image in front of them. What an image too, should be captured permanently on film. Frank was all pink, blushing down his neck, glossy eyed, lips all pouty and kissed up red, hair down and messy on his forehead. A needy thing. His arms flexed as he pushed himself to straighten his back. He sat up higher and pushed his chest out a bit. 

“When you’re under my care, I can hold you in the bath. For now though-” Loki explained but was cut short by a big whined Frank slumping back down. Loki smiled and moved to stand up and pet Frank’s hair. 

“For now you just need to let everyone see what a good boy you are. If you can be good then you can have as many cuddly baths as you want when you come home with me.” Loki said and scratched at Frank’s slightly greasy hair. Frank shoved his head toward the doctor’s hand. Frank leaned forward and rubbed his face on Loki’s slacks. 

“Come now, Frank. Let’s take a nice long bath and get your nest ready. Maybe Miss Jones will let us have some of the candies she has. Hm? Will you be happy if I bring you a treat for being good in the bath? Something sweet?” Loki asked and leaned down to help pull Frank to his feet. Frank stood up and hugged onto Loki, face all sweet and grinning. 

“Mama, can ‘ have candy bar? Like em…” Frank tried to put together but Loki smelled so good and they were right there . Loki knew too, they knew how hard it was for the man to speak when he was so far away and heating. Loki just smiled and nodded, pushing Frank to stand, wobbly, on his own. It was nice to see Frank letting those basic omegan needs be known. He wanted the basic stuff; Mate, safety, warmth, to be held, food. Most omegas wanted chocolate when they were in heat anyway. 

“Yes, you can have a candy bar. You have to stay still for a minute okay? We have to put those anklets and bracelets on and you have to wear that collar. Can you stand right here so I can put them on you?” Loki asked in a quiet, calm way that seemed to root Frank deeper into that calm, perfect mindset. Frank nodded and moved his whole body to watch Loki move to open the door and pulled the padded shackles and heavy neck cover from the table outside. 

Loki had hated seeing Frank have to wear the plain solid metal shackles and heavy weighted collar so they had opted to go and find a nice pair of softly padded dark blue shackles and a soft black collar that had soft texture on the inside. They didn’t like the way all of the metal shackles had heavy clinking locks to hold them together, instead the new ones had quiet reinforced buckles. 

“These won’t drag on you like those old ones did. Can we take your socks off? It’ll make it easier, your feet won’t be cold very long.” Loki asked and knelt down on one knee in front of Frank who sort of curled in on himself to be closer to the other person. Frank nodded and sat down on the edge of his cot so they could slip his socks off. 

After several quiet clips and only one break for Frank to nuzzle and lick at Loki’s neck, the pair was ready. Loki was watching as Frank walked toward the door, shaky legged and pink. He was in heat and he was floating. Loki was sure once in the tub they could at least get to touch his lovely body and settle him. He looked amazing in his collar too, the way it brought out the paleness of his skin and the way it was skin tight on his muscular neck and traps.

Loki opened the door and Frank immediately grabbed a handful of Loki’s blouse up in his hand. The floor was cold and the lights were bright but there weren’t any people. Frank took very small steps and Loki just confidently walked along the hall. 

That was until they got to the nurse’s station. There were two nurses, a security guard, and Miss Jones typing on the computer in the small office. Frank ducked away and thunked his forehead on Loki’s back, between his shoulder blades. 

“Well you got him out. We better tell front security. He’s gonna kill you once you unlock those, beat you up at least.” One of the nurses bitchily said to Loki, who just smiled and turned to pet Frank's head. 

“They aren’t locked.” They said and turned to continue their walk. The nurses’ mouths hung open and they angrily whispered to the security guard who just shrugged and pointed his thumb back at the dietitian, someone who had more say over Frank’s care then they did. 

Loki was smug as they walked to the baths, Frank glued to their back. Frank was panting, his slick was flowing its way down his thighs now. Loki used his badge to open the door and Frank seemed to stumble a bit at the wave of warm, fragrant, damp air. 

Loki had used every soothing scent. Vanilla mostly as Frank rather liked the scent and honeysuckle because the honeysuckle bath salts had the least burn when a heating omega first got in. They’d added relaxers and oils and of course turned the heat up a bit farther than they’d regularly had it set. 

They ushered Frank to beside the bath. 

“Here, let me…” The doctor said and quickly unclipped the shackles and collar. Frank was wobbling on his feet like he was dizzy so Loki stood in front of him, guiding him to lean on their chest. 

“Smell ‘really good” Frank said, like a drunken man. Loki let out a light breathy chuckle as they pulled Frank���s shirt up over his head. 

“I put all sorts of good things in. Come now, Frank, I’d like you to be clean.” Loki said in a softly commanding way as they pushed Frank’s pants down over his ass and thighs. The soft fabric fell to the tiled floor and Frank hummed and shoved his own underwear down off of him. Slick freely flowed down his thighs, down to his calves. He was panting and his hand was already moving to stroke his cock. His other hand went to grab at Loki’s waistband. 

“Sh, sh, sh, into the bath with you. One foot, then the other.” Loki prompted and held both Frank’s wrists in their hands. 

Frank stepped into the milky hot water of his bath, a groan flooding from his throat followed by a hiss when his bottom sank into the water. Loki watched him, all big blown brown eyes and muscles flexing and relaxing. He reached back down to himself to stroke at his cock and reached even farther to touch his slickened hole. Frank groaned and leaned his head onto Loki. 

“So beautiful. Like art…” Loki whispered and sat down beside the tub on a small stool. Frank groaned deeply and his arms worked faster to soothe the ache he was feeling. Loki hummed and reached to pull one hand away. 

“No no no, hafta- hafta touch it. You touch it. Touch me.” Frank panted out and looked at Loki as he pulled their hand toward his crotch. 

Loki smiled and leaned forward and Frank nuzzled into their neck and panted. Loki reached into the water and found where Frank was still stroking at his cock, they stopped to run the tips of their fingers from just under the crest, down following the burning hot vein, and to cup his sack. 

Frank was groaning, panting in short ‘ ah ah ah’ s. His body was on fire and it felt amazing . For the first time in what felt like a million years he was heating with someone who cared, someone who loved him.  

“When I get you home I’ll give you so many kisses, I’ll make sure your body is thoroughly worshiped.” Loki whispered as they reached down to trace circles around Frank's relaxed hole. Frank groaned and let out a long gravelly whine. 

“Knot me, please mama, I need it. I need it.” Frank begged and his arms rose up out of the water to wrap around the doctor’s shoulders, soaking their shirt. Loki just shushed him and pushed two long fingers into his body. 

Frank squealed . His legs kicked up and his chest pitched forward, his cock shock line after line of thick hot cum into the bath water. 

A flood of “ Yes yes yes! Please, please, please, please, please. Mama fuck me, please fuck me, I’m ready, I’m ready.” spewed from Frank's mouth where he was burying his face in Loki’s neck. Loki could feel the way Frank’s body sucked their fingers in deeper, craving to have something more inside of his body. They shushed him and could feel their own arousal growing deep within themself. The power they held over this… beast. This monster, a murderer, an animal only capable of pain and anger. 

“That’s it honey bun, as soon as we get you home I’ll make sure you get as many knots as you want. You can present to me and not have to worry.” Loki mumbled and curled his fingers inside of Frank, effectively triggering the muscles to hug tight to keep a knot inside. Frank was panting and moaning and his cock was softening in the water. 

“I love you. Loki, I love you.” Frank whispered as his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing evened out. Loki just stared down at him. 

“Yes, Francis, yes you do. You always will. You need me.” Loki whispered and pushed Frank’s hair back. What they didn’t say was ‘ I need you too’ . 

What a precious thing. A warm, cozy, relaxed, heating omega. So fragile, so breakage. Even in the hands of a mate they can shatter like dust thin glass. 

Frank was so beautiful when he was sleeping. When he was sleeping not knocked out. He was soft, all smooth pale skin and pretty pink scars, relaxed squishy muscularity, and he was warm. Warm like a furnace, like he was fresh baked bread himself, all warm dough. His mouth was open just a small bit, his lips red and shiny and letting out big strong breaths. His chest rose and fell with perfect rhythm, nipple pink and hard, arms laid gently over his stomach. 

Frank… perfect clay to mold. Form into a sculpture of all Loki’s design. 

Breaking down only a cracked, burned, broken old mind to fit the beautiful body that emcompasses it. 

[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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📖"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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SOLO CHARACTERS

Loki

100indecisions/@thelightofthingshopedfor - Loki emoji pin, helmet earrings, and helmet keychain repainted in bisexual colors for @aisalynn

Steve Rogers

100indecisions/thelightofthingshopedfor - Captain America shield pins repainted in aroace and agender colors (plus bonus mini magnets) for @raggedyhive

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Bruce Banner & Carol Danvers & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & T'Challa & Thor & Hope van Dyne

@festiveferret - Chibi Bruce, Carol, Steve, Natasha, T'Challa, Thor, and Hope baby bib and booties for @t0nystark1er

Clint Barton & Carol Danvers & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Thor

festiveferret - Diaper tote with the symbols for SHIELD and various Avengers members on it for t0nystark1er

Clint Barton & Sam Wilson

raggedyred/@raggedyhive - "Easy Strike" (MCU Clint & Sam slice-of-life fic where they escape the chaos of Avengers Tower) for @carcrash429

Happy Hogan & Peter Parker

fifteen/@green-fifteen - Podfic of "Far out," an MCU AU fic where Tony meets and is amazed by Peter, Happy's girlfriend's son for @esoxwrites

Peter Parker & Tony Stark

fifteen/green-fifteen - Podfic of "Far out," an MCU AU fic where Tony meets and is amazed by Peter, Happy's girlfriend's son for esoxwrites

SHIPS

Bucky Barnes/Howard Stark

@ruquas - The fourth installment of a wartime epistolary fic in the form of handwritten letters between Bucky and Howard for @fuckyeahhowardstark

Bucky Barnes/M'Baku

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - Spanish translation of "In the Land of the Jabari," an MCU fic where newlyweds Nakia and T'Challa visit Bucky and M'Baku after their wedding for @marv-with-a-v

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

@carcrash429 - Cross-stitch of the Captain America shield and Winter Soldier star symbols for paulinezed (MTH 2023)

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

EvilDime - "Unwanted" (Bucky/Steve/Tony A/B/O fic where omega Tony is forcibly sent to alpha couple Steve/Bucky because of a new law) for @avengersnewb, @deehellcat, @menatiera, @oper1895, @sayahs-corner, @theeternalghost, FanficFanaticFrenzy, @aquatigermice, and @otpcutie

Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark

@ruquas - "The thrill of being late" (MCU Bucky/Tony fic about the two engaging in D/S play when Tony comes home late) for @maukree

Clint Barton/Tony Stark

raggedyred/raggedyhive - "How to Catch a Hawk" (MCU Clint/Tony fic where Tony breaks into Clint's room to leave him gifts and Clint misunderstands) for @rufferto9

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Snapperoni/@xxplastic-cubexx - A 616 illustration of a shy Erik sitting in Charles's lap, a 616 comic of Erik making Charles coffee and calling him "pookie bear" in front of the other X-Men characters, and a 616 comic of Erik trying to get Charles to sleep by infodumping about magnets and metal until Charles puts on Erik's helmet to escape and promptly falls asleep for @ouchpotatoex

Frank Castle/Matt Murdock

Marvel_Kitten/@marv-with-a-v - "Love Thy Neighbor" (Frank/Matt AU fic where Frank meets his neighbor Matt as he tries to cope from the loss of his wife and daughter) for @kimmycup (MTH 2023)

M'Baku/T'Challa

Lalaith Quetzalli/lalaithquetzallicaresi - Spanish translation of "If the Stars Align," an MCU M'Baku/T'Challa fic where M'Baku proposes they amend their marriage contract after eight years of marriage for marv-with-a-v

Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson

Marvel_Kitten/marv-with-a-v - "Cross Your Fingers (For Us)" (Matt/Foggy AU fic where Matt video-calls Foggy, a sighted volunteer who assists blind people with reading, to help him defuse a bomb) for kimmycup (MTH 2023)

Nakia/T'Challa

Lalaith Quetzalli/lalaithquetzallicaresi - Spanish translation of "In the Land of the Jabari," an MCU fic where newlyweds Nakia and T'Challa visit Bucky and M'Baku after their wedding for marv-with-a-v

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

@newnewyorker93 - Scented Peter Parker/Wade Wilson sachets for @sordid-details-following

Remy LeBeau/Logan

raggedyred/raggedyhive - "this first beautiful thing (is you)" (dom!Logan/sub!Remy AU fic where they deal with the damage dealt by Sabretooth) for Ruquas

Stephen Strange/Tony Stark

Bee42/@bumble-bee42 - IW-era art of Tony kissing Stephen's hand for Aira

Steve Rogers/Thor

Ruquas - "The Illusion of Bitterness" (non-powered Steve/Thor AU fic where Thor is a café owner) for @alwaysabrighterdarkness (MTH 2023)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Peace Love and Granola/@peacelovengranola - Art of Tony observing a shirtless Steve Rogers cutting wood in the forest from "I don't eat human beings," an incubus Tony/Union soldier Steve historical soulmates AU fic for @fohatic (also on AO3)

SteveTony Weekly/@stevetonyweekly - Steve/Tony genderswap fic rec list for @a10wea

@theeternalghost - "My Way to You" (Steve/Tony arranged marriage werewolves AU fic) for @t0nystark1er

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 12

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: The fight between you and Agatha comes to a head.

Chapter Warnings: Witchcraft, gun violence. death. Also the C word is used.

“Billy Russo, always the second choice aren’t you?”

“Shut your damn mouth Harkness.” Elektra called, now back in her position.

“It’s sad really, every single one of you is damaged goods. You’ve all had the chance for better things and yet you stay here in this sad little town. Tell me Billy boy how is it to always be second to the great Frank Castle.”

Billy moved from his spot to stand beside you.

“Bill, get back into position.” Called Frank.

“Got your attention, did I? You know Russo we always have room for more on our side.”

You glanced at Billy and watched as he tried to contain his temper, nostrils flaring and teeth gritted.

“Second to Castle in the military, second pick for S.H.I.E.L.D task force. Second pick to his mate and wife.”

A deep growl ripped through Frank’s chest.

“Watch your damn mouth Agatha.”

“Ooooo did I hit a little nerve? How are the wife and kids?”

Frank raised his gun at Agatha.

“Frankie, don’t.”

“So what’s this, you two and the witch? Second choice again Russo?”

Billy raised his gun at her.

“Billy, remember what I said.”

“Awww let me guess, shot in the dark, you thought she was your second chance, and she wanders in stinking of rejection, damaged, just like the rest of you and you thought she’d just bend over and present that omega cunt to you both.”

There’s a rumble of growls from all of the pack.

“But you couldn’t save your wife Castle and you won’t safe her.”

The moment the words leave Agatha’s mouth, you smell Frank’s scent change to one of despair  and pure rage, he moves towards Agatha as she smirks and you know you have to act now. If you don’t and Frank goes beyond the shield she’ll kill him. You’re in the air and throwing yourself at Agatha before anyone blinks, she collides heavily with a shipping container with you on top of her, landing with such force you make a dent and shove it back.

You hear yelling in the background and know that Billy and Elektra are close by, gun fire starts and a bullet skims passed your leg. It’s quickly followed by another shot and the sound of a body dropping to the floor. You make the mistake of turning to check it’s a Hydra goon. Taking your eyes off Agatha for a second is enough and her hand is under your cloak and on your ribs as she shocks you with her powers. The shock causes you to release her and your both on the floor in a heap. She quickly tries to get on top of you and you shock her backwards, this time into some crates. She struggles to right herself and with her own cloak stuck on part of the wood, you seize the chance to throw fire at her as you get back on your feet.

Then there’s a body around you and you’re on the floor again, this time Billy is on top of you as bullets ring out. Your between two containers and the fight continues, most of the pack the fighting side of the shield. Bullets fly around, one gets Billy in the shoulder of the bullet proof vest he’s wearing and you reach out in the direction of where you think the bullets came from and throw an electric shock towards it. Although you can’t see, Billy still on top of you, you hear a sound that lets you know that you’ve met the target.

Billy glances behind him and you see a glimpse of Elektra, he nods at her and pulls you to your feet. He pulls you into him, close than he knows he should and smirks.

“Not the time Bill, take a girl to dinner first.” and you brush passed him.

“Oh I’ll feed….” he stops mid sentence as a force throws him backwards. Your instinct tells you to look upwards and Agatha is there on top of one of the containers, her cloak still smouldering. You growl and throw her off the container with such force that she hits the shield and is stunned momentarily.

You turn back and run towards Billy.

His eyes are wide and turning black.

“Billy look at me, fight it, she’s hit you with something dark, fight it, think of the light, think of something good. Beta, I need you to listen.”

Elekta appears at your side.

“Shit, can you save him.”

You nod as you tried to keep control of your emotions.

“Keep talking to him and hold him down.”

Elektra straddles him and pins him down. You bring a smaller shield over the three of you to keep you safe whilst you work on Billy.

“Bill, Billy, I’m sorry but this is going to hurt.”

You pull peppermint oil from your bag and pour it straight into Bill’s mouth, as he fights against Elektra’s hold. Quickly, black liquid pools in his mouth and he starts to choke. You move your left hand in a stirring motion and it changes to a tar like substance. You pull it from his body as you talk in light language and throw it upwards and out of the shield you shock it with electricity and it disintegrates. You look backdown at Billy to see him looking back at you wide eyed.

Elektra climbs off him and pulls him to his feet. You push a recovery potion into his hand and turn to find Agatha, ridding yourselves of the smaller shield. It doesn’t take long as she’s practically in the spot that you left her, only Rumlows helping her up. This time you get a good look at his scarred face. Reminiscence of where a witch had tried to fight him. He caught sight of you and turned to towards you gun aimed. You made the gun hot so it burnt his finger tips, the rest of his hands covered by gloves. He let go of it and as it dropped to the floor you scatter the pieces with magic. You swiped your arm and Rumlow’s body went in that direction, knocking him out as he hit a container and dropped into some crates. When he came around he was met with the barrel of Billy and Elektra’s guns.

Seeing Rumlow tossed aside like a rag, caused a rush of anger to rush through Agatha and she threw herself at you. You stopped her midway with your powers and she pushed back with her own. Agatha pushed herself up into the air to try and push you down into the ground, growling as she pushed more powers at you.

You took a fighting stance as you pushed back harder, your powers glowing a mix of white, silver and gold, dancing around and clashing with Agatha's purple in the air. Managing to push Agatha’s partly back into her, she let out a scream in pain and broke away. Her eyes went wide and she screamed this time in anger and flew at you, manic and powers crackling, she started a spell causing the ground to shake.

You strengthen your stance, trying to stay balanced and gave a push back, causing Agatha to zig zag through the sky. Throwing her against the shield again to buy yourself sometime. You went in your bag and pulled a weed out of. Placing it on the ground close to the shield.

“Custodire terram matrem a malo suo”

(Protect mother earth from her evil)

The weed spread, moving and taking root in the gaps where Agatha had damaged the ground, shifting and moving it until it was level again. Another stem went off and connected itself around the shield, securing it and the town even more.

Agatha pulled herself from the shield and landed clumsily on the floor.

“You! You don’t know what or who you’re dealing with.” She growled.

“Nor do you!”

“You will never beat me OMEGA!!!” She responded throwing random shots of flame and electricity at you. You blocked everyone one and threw some back at her. Yours in a more rapid form that she couldn’t block them all. Her anger and frustration grew and she raised her arms and threw all her energy and power at you. You blocked her and pushed back with your own. Agatha started to speak in light language and pushed back harder.

You pushed again harder this time. Your eyes locked with Agatha’s and you knew this was the final push. Her powers pushing back into her had weakened her. Agatha’s eyes went wide as a single word fell from your lips.

“Reditus”

(Return)

She screamed as you turned her powers against her fully, pushing them back into her chest, along with your own. She rose from the ground electricity flickering through her hands.

“Frank! Get everyone back! Get everyone back Alpha now!”

The slip of Frank’s presentation gave a thought to Agatha and she managed to throw a bolt of electricity at him. You moved one of your hands to block it, partially releasing Agatha at the same time. She shot powers at your chest and although your cloak partially protected you, you were knocked backwards on to your ass. Breaking your hold on her, Agatha charged at you again. Frank moved to help but you held up your hand to stop him.

Agatha hovered over you and used her magic to pull you upwards, both of you now hovering up in the sky.

“You really are pathetic Omega. You think that alpha wants you, if Castle wanted you he’d have you. You’re a disappointment to your kind. A six. A white wolf and you still call a man like that Alpha. You still have that sickening need to be wanted but no one ever wants you Omega and nobody ever will. We could do great things little one.”

You kept your eyes locked on her Agatha as a stray tear ran down your cheek.

“See, you’re weak and you know Omega, you know that I’m right. They’ll never want you, not truly. Their pack will never accept you. Your second chance isn’t coming. Come with me.”

You let out a shuddered breath, the emotions overwhelming. You heard voices call your name.

You allowed yourself to go limp as Agatha still held you both in the air. You broke eye contact with her and looked up at the sky, arms outstretched as you pushed sadness out through your scent.

Agatha used one hand to keep you in the air and the other to send her magic towards you, with your cloak still around you the purple spell drifted up over your body and towards your open mouth. A smug smile fell across Agatha’s face as you gave yourself over to her, the cutting words she’d spouted forcing you to give in. There were shouts from below as the spell began to enter your mouth.

And then it stopped. Your mouth snapped shut and you were the one smirking. Agatha’s eyes went wide.

“No!”

You flew forward pushing back the hand that had pushed the spell at you and grabbed Agatha by the throat.

“The problem with alphas like you Agatha, is you always underestimate us. You always look for the weakness. You never see what makes us strong. What we’ve seen! What we’ve been through. You Agatha, you seek weakness, you see darkness, you see evil. But after everything, after every scar, every bit of darkness, after every bit of darkness to touch me, I see light, I see hope, I see love.”

“You’re weak! Love is weak!” Agatha yelled as she struggled in your grip.

“Love always wins, Agatha, always. Oh and FYI I’m not a six. I’m a fucking seven.”

You pulled on the wound and felt the strength of your sister witches pushing back. Your hair, eyes and skin began to shimmer again and Agatha screamed.

“Noooooo!!!!”

“Agatha Harkness, may the goddesses cleanse you of all evil and be kind to your soul.”

You placed your hand against Agatha’s chest and pushed all of your power into her.

“Dimittere ea quae capta sunt”

(Let go of those things which have been taken)

She gasped and her body gradually went limp in your hands. Powers began to pour from her and you knew they weren’t hers. You could smell and feel the pain of the witches she had taken them from as they released upwards into the sky, a multitude of colours scattered into the clouds. You felt Agatha stiffen and she began to fight against you again, her weakened powers flickering from her hands as she tried to flick them at you.

“May your fellow witches forgive you.” you whispered and you gave her another push of your powers. She yelled out and try to push her own remaining powers back at you. You kept your grip on her and pushed back growling as you did. The force of your powers mixed together. The shield around the town crackled with static energy, as the wind picked up around you and Agatha. A reflection of both of your strength. The wind grew stronger as it formed and twisted around you. There was an almighty crack of thunder above as the wind whipped around you more. Your powers continued to clash and out of the corner of your eye you could see the weed spreading rapidly to protect the shield and the ground around you as it shook. The sky let out another crack of thunder and lightning shot across the sky.

“Vale soror”

(Goodbye sister)

Almighty crack of thunder shook the sky and lightning forked down hitting you both. A blast of purple light burst from Agatha and you were both thrown backwards. Your decent from the sky to the ground was slow to begin with, quickening as you fell. You kept your eyes on Agatha as you slipped downwards, no care or inclination to stop your fall. Watching Agatha disintegrate and scatter into the air was the last thing you saw. You let out a sigh of relieve as darkness enveloped you.

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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.

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New neighbour

New neighbour https://archiveofourown.org/works/64361122 by ChimckennMacaroni No superpowers AU where widowed dad to 2 kids frank castle moves to a new apartment complex and his front door neighbour is single pregnant matt murdock with surprisingly good hearing and a sharp nose. —————— This is less of a fully fleshed out fic and more of a twitter fic/ rabbit plot. Words: 913, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Daredevil (TV), The Punisher (TV 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alpha Frank Castle, Omega Matt Murdock, Pregnant Matt Murdock via AO3 works tagged 'Frank Castle/Matt Murdock' https://archiveofourown.org April 02, 2025 at 02:54AM