#Alpha!Billy Russo

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Objects in Motion

Part 1

Alpha! Billy Russo x Omega! Reader

A/N: My very first A/B/O fic, that I started a while ago, and just decided to post.

It all started after finding out how much that lovely coat Billy wears in s1 costs.

Warnings: Masturbation, omega in heat.

You’re often overwhelmed.

It’s the hitch of your breath when your feelings are too big for your body, or the way your throat hurts with all the words that go unsaid.

There are not enoughs and there are too muchs and hardly any moments when things are… just right.

The coat in your hands is soft- ridiculously so, the label offers you an explanation- 100% cotton. You can't help the way your hands tighten on the material, as if you’d fight off anyone that tried to take it from you. Like for the first time, just right isn’t just a far away idea, it’s here, in your hands, against your chest.

How had you ended up here? Curled under your bed sheets, pillows all around you, clutching this lovely black coat to your body?

Today had been very overwhelming, your phone had pinged, alerting you to your impending heat, reminding you that you needed to pick up supplies. 

Your heats were formidable too, always too hot or too hungry or too needy. There was never a part of you that existed within the realms of fine.

At least until now.

When you were clutching this delightful black coat in your hands, bringing it up to your nose so that you could catch a whiff of the bewitching scent. 

It's bergamot at first, followed by notes of citrus that makes your eyes flutter shut. Delight spreads out inside you, fanning at the flames of your desire- your heat coming on faster as your nose lingers on the scent. You catch hints of pepper at the very end and it prompts you to take another long inhale.

Based on the size of the coat, your mind formulates an idea of the size of the person that wears it. The very thought causes you to clench your thighs together.

You didn't mean for this to happen, you'd only gone to pick up your silky PJs from the dry cleaners, designed specifically to be worn during your heat for maximum comfort on your skin. The delicate, gossamer material demanded special care, but you were very glad to have been gifted them some years ago.

You'd just picked up your item, when your nose had zeroed in on a scent that had made your body perk up curiously. It was the first time your senses had streamlined onto one thing, where throughout the day you'd had a number of difficult sensory encounters, leading you into wearing a beanie and noise cancelling headphones and the biggest jacket in your closet in any attempt to feel less things. The scent had made your brain ache for more, demanding you follow what your body had accepted- that this specific scent brought you absolute pleasure.

Even through the garment bag it was stored in, it had activated dangerous thoughts in your hindbrain, and before you could even look around for cameras, you'd reached over the counter and swiped the garment bag when the girl at the front desk wasn't looking. It had been tucked to your chest and smuggled out of the dry cleaners without even a moment of guilt.

Realistically, you wouldn't be in that much trouble anyway, omega behaviour was usually forgiven, even if it didn't make sense. No one would lock you up for swiping a men's coat, especially not so close to your heat.

You have a few hours left, and you use it to make sure your food supplies are easily accessible. Your heats tended to run on for five days- higher than average- which means that you were in a lot more danger of starvation and dehydration.

You wonder if he would take good care of you. Your mind spinning back to the owner of the coat, having already made up some basic idea of him.

You knew his designation, by scent alone, but you were too afraid to admit it to yourself, worried about the consequences of having stolen a coat from someone like that.

Would they be mad? Probably not, you were sure with a scent like that, they were used to omegas swarming around.

The thought made you unreasonably jealous, for a person you didn’t even know.

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Your heat hits you in the early hours of the next morning. 

You wake with a whine, sitting up, thighs damp with your arousal. You reach for the pills on your bedside table, taking them quickly and swallowing down some tepid water, before lying back. They would help you go back to sleep until morning alleviating some symptoms of your heat. You turn, finding the coat lying beside you. You take a deep breath into it as you fall asleep.

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You can’t focus on anything as you pump the slick pink dildo in and out of you. There are tears streaming down your face, desperate for much more than you could ever give yourself. 

You bring the coat up to your nose, crying harder as the scent wraps around you.

“Alpha.” You pant into the soft material, imagining your fantasy version of the owner. 

You take a deep breath, envisioning him here with you, presumably large body curved over yours, taking up all the air around you, smooth skin available for you to scratch and claw at, his scent glands on display and eager for your mark.

“Alpha.” You beg again, into the loneliness of your apartment.

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The coat becomes a centerpoint in your nest.

On day three when it’s fully finished to a satisfactory level, an arrangement of pillows and sheets all around your bed, you tuck the coat in beside you, delighted at the way the material feels on your flushed skin.

The scent is strongest at the collar, where it's probably rubbed on his neck often, brushed against his gland when he turns to examine something.

You groan, mouth watering for a bite of him, whoever he was.

There’s a lot of buttons and buckles on it, and your hindbrain is somewhat obsessed with what you think he looks like wearing it, probaby commands any room he walks into. 

The label at the back says Burberry, and though you're not very familiar with the brand, the clean stitching and soft material tells you that it’s definitely got to cost more than what you pay for your own coats.

You sigh, stripping out of your PJ’s and opting to slide into the coat itself.

A groan slips from your mouth, the material feels coarse on your oversensitive skin, but you welcome it as you feel his scent engulf you.

A fresh wave of arousal coats your thighs, and you can’t help inching your hand down between damp thighs until you find your swollen clit.

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On your knees now, face down into your bed, you bite down on the collar of the midnight black coat.

Your eyes roll back into your head, muffled grunts as you pump your overstimulated cunt to the brim.

You rub your face into the collar, arching your neck so that your scent gland rubs against the coat, a low whine at the severe taboo thought of rubbing your gland against a stranger's.

It's frowned upon, but the very thought of it is what brings you to orgasm just a few moments later. 

You struggle for air, hair tickling your cheek as you huff, some of it clings to the saliva at the corner of your mouth, some of it is caught in the tears that smear your cheeks.

You want- like never before.

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When your heat is over, the guilt kicks in.

You know better than to wash the coat yourself, only wiping gently at the interior in hopes of wiping off any lingering traces of… you away. You think about getting it dry cleaned yourself but you’d used the last of your money on the alleviator pills to help with your heat symptoms. You wouldn’t get paid until the end of the month.

Finally, you rummage through the pockets, checking to see if anything had been left behind by the owner. You find a crumpled napkin with someone’s number scribbled on, leaning in, you take an experimental sniff and draw away from it in disgust as the scent hits your nose.

You almost put it back, but you figured it was crumpled anyway, probably meant for a bin in the first place- so you put it there. Searching again and you smile when you come across a tub of lip balm, opening it and giving a little sniff of the inside. There’s no scent to it, and you curiously swipe a bit onto your finger and smear it onto your lips.

You begin to get a sense that the person this coat belongs to, has very refined tastes, and after a quick search, your eyes widen in shock when you discover the lip balm costs near fifty dollars.

Which is how it starts- an itch at the back of your head that tries to warn you of the possibility that the coat in your possession costs more than you’d initially thought.

You let out a slow breath, typing in the information stitched onto the label and your eyes bulge out of your head when you finally see the price of the coat sitting in your lap.

Three thousand.

The coat you stole had cost nearly three thousand dollars.

You look down at the item in betrayal, the scent of its true owner just barely clinging to it. 

You take a deep breath, pushing your phone aside as you begin rummaging for a box capable of returning such an expensive item.

Thankfully, you know where to return it to, as the name and address had been hooked to the garment bag.

Delivering it is another difficult task on its own, but you manage, having to call in a few favours and explain in lengthy detail to the courier that your package wasn’t dangerous in any way but you’d rather not deliver it yourself.

Luckily, you’re able to convince them of your cause, the urge to help an omega in distress working in your favour.

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It’s nine a.m on a Saturday morning when Billy comes home from his run. 

He’s fishing for his keys in his pocket when he notices that there’s a box sitting in front of his door.

He pauses for a moment, looks at the item, before stepping forward to examine it.

There’s a card on top- one of those printed ones you can get at a convenience store- light blue sky and a panda holding onto a handful of bamboo stalks. 

There’s an “I’m Sorry,” printed on, and then something added in below in pen.

‘From a very apologetic Omega.’ It says.

His eyebrows twitch in amusement, he brings the card up to his nose to catch a whiff- the scent of light, floral perfume fills his nose. 

He’s aware his coat had been stolen, he’d seen video footage of the crime itself, watched as a small hooded frame had reached across and nicked his coat before it could be cleaned. The dry cleaners had sent him the footage when they’d explained what had happened.

He’d thought it had been gone for good, deleting the only copy of the footage and moving on. He could afford to replace one coat. 

This though, was interesting, it seems like the omega had felt some sort of remorse, and had returned his coat to him.

It was sweet, he found himself smiling as he reached down to pick the box up, cradling it under one arm and flipping the card open as he enters his apartment.

‘Dear Alpha,                    I’m so sorry I took your coat. I tried to clean it as best as I could, but I couldn’t afford to have it dry cleaned for you. It’s wrapped tightly to protect you from the scent on it. I'd suggest not opening it, and taking it to be cleaned as soon as you get it. I’m very sorry. P.S. You have a very nice scent.’

He huffs, feeling a little sorry for an omega that couldn’t afford a dry cleaning bill, then again, the cost of the coat would definitely bring up the price a lot more.

Curiously, he tugs the box open, finding that the garment bag has been folded carefully and wrapped in plastic wrap. 

He sniffs the box experimentally, searching for any hint of a scent, or any indication that the package could be dangerous.

All he gets is more of that pleasant perfume that he figured was doused in the box to protect him from the scent.

It only makes him more curious.

Billy grips the plastic wrap, and very carefully tears a little hole into the plastic, breaking the seal.

His body goes rigid. 

He feels his pupils dilate, his hindbrain roaring to life as he catches the scent of an omega in heat.

His omega.

He rips the plastic furiously, fumbles with the garment bag and rips the zipper open. His eyes scan the coat, as he takes one long, slow breath.

The first scent he gets are apples, and then light notes of vanilla, but under it all, is the kick of pheromones, that sticks like honey on his tongue.

He takes another deep breath, groaning as his cock swells, pulsing to life, begging to claim the owner of such a delicious scent.

There’s so much of it, filling his space with sweet notes of frustration, yearning and unfulfillment. 

His omega, needing him.

A growl tears from his chest, something inside of him collapses like an avalanche, only increasing with time, decimating his thoughts and leaving a feverish burn under his skin.

He tugs the coat open, groaning, the tart smell of cunt clings to the inside of his coat, telling him that his omega wore his coat naked.

Desperate little thing, he thinks, as he dips his hand into his joggers, fingers wrapping firmly around his cock, squeezing in an attempt to force his orgasm away. He groans, the grip around his cock rewarding him with pleasure, and he can’t help pumping himself, trying to ease the desire inside of him.

He leans in, nose pressed to the collar of his coat, where the scent is strongest, where his omega must have rubbed their little scent gland vigorously against his coat,

Sweet, delightful, his cock aches for a cunt he’s never seen, his mouth yearns for skin he’s never touched. All he has, is the honeyed scent of an omega’s heat, and the screaming inside of him that demands he claim what his body knows is his.

His grip on his cock tightens, his vision blurs, head full of thoughts, ideas of a little omega under him, sobbing as they take his cock repeatedly, begging for more with broken cries.

He doesn’t stop until he comes into his hand, only then, does his thinking sharpen.

He puts his coat in bed beside him, he hopes the sheets will absorb the smell, so that he can have his little omega with him while he sleeps. He wakes with an aching cock, and the coat clutched tightly against his chest, struggling to remember fading dreams of little omegas that beg nicely.

He doesn’t get out of bed until he’s come twice into the palm of his hand.

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He searches for days. 

But when he’d deleted the footage from the dry cleaners, he’d gotten rid of any hope of tracing his omega’s movements, and chances of finding an address. 

She doesn’t leave any record of one, always opting to pick up her items herself. 

At least he’s gotten that, a basic description, a height, an idea of her complexion and the colour of her eyes.

It was too vague to work with, but it was something he could think about before he went to sleep at night, with his nose buried in his coat, breathing in the scent of her, desperate to find the omega that had stolen his coat and unintentionally taken his heart.

He studies the card too, learns the handwriting, growing more and more desperate for his little omega.

Billy knew he wouldn't stop looking, not until he found the person who'd opened up a nest of possibilities in his head, giving him something he'd never had in a very long time.

Hope.

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[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. 

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

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

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

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

“Any-”

“Top shelf,” he interrupts your question. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah. Is she the owner?” 

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

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

“Do you always interrupt people?” You counter. 

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

Part 3

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[celestialspecial]

Such Sharp Teeth

I needed to write a werewolf fic again, so many other writers i follow have been putting out bomb content so i had to join in <3

Writers notes: It's not true abo dynamics- some elements are featured but it doesn't follow truly, it is reader insert but MC's name is Aurora-

also go read @becauseicantthinkwritings Objects in Motion, hooooly shittt

Warnings: 18+themes, graphic descriptions of body transformation, insinuated non con elements, reader digression advised :)

All you could feel was the cool air on your skin, blowing through your hair as the moon glowed overhead. You felt strong, powerful. It was exhilarating and freeing all at once. The beauty of the forest surrounding you as the sharp ribbons of silver moonlight cut in shards through the trees.

You could taste the air, smell bread being baked from miles away, hear people talking and animals scurrying away from you. The forest floor rose up time and again to meet your feet, every sensation heightened. It was a beautiful thing more often than not, but tonight was different. Tonight there was a sense of desperation inside of you.

A tinge of fear, footfalls echoing behind you, they were far but yet still so close. Too close for comfort. Howls rang out and you knew that you'd never escape keeping pace like this. Your breath grew ragged, no longer deep inhalations but tortured puffs. 

You could see your breath in the air before you and then you felt the pain surging through your body. Bones breaking, tissue tearing, muscles unraveling only to be knit back together in another form. You wanted to cry out at the pain but it’d only alert them to your location and that was far too dangerous. 

You could taste blood and feel tufts of fur spring up along your spine as it twisted and mangled its shape into something new. Your eyes blurred as you felt the bones in your face collapsing and extending, ears rising up and canines lengthening in your still too small mouth.

The next time your foot hit the ground it was no longer a foot, but a paw. The squelching sound of mud making contact with the pads of it. You had been running fast but now the speed was unparalleled. Heavy panting as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion.

You still had miles to go but the howling was far off in the distance growing further away and that’s how you liked it. How it’d need to be for as long as it took you to figure out the next step.

The covers you woke up in were caked in mud, it crunched as you shifted in the bed, pattering to the floor surely creating a mess. You groaned stretching your arms overhead, human arms, the muscles sore and aching from how far you’d run last night. 

Even the edges of your feet and tips of your ears felt taut with tension and soreness. Rubbing a hand over your face, coming away with more dirt.

“Shit.”

“Shit is right, look at the state of this room.” A friendly face poked her head in through the doorway. She was tall, elegant limbs covered in a chunky sweater and leggings. Dark brown hair pulled up into a messy bun, light hazel eyes filled with a touch of mischief.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I promise I’ll clean everything up.” She moved over to the side of the bed, holding a mug of something that smelled heavenly. Gesturing for you to take it, the heat seeping into the palms of your tired hands.

“I’m not worried about it. Here, drink. You need something to warm your bones.” You nodded taking a long drawn out sip. The liquid was chocolatey with a medicinal hint that washed over your tongue and seemed to heat your insides up almost immediately. 

“It should help with well…everything.” She gave a half hearted smile, shrugging one shoulder up, before adjusting the edge of her sweater. “You came a very long way.” You finished the drink, setting the mug into the side table next to you. The warmth began to leech into your bones finally and you felt immensely grateful for Celeste and her healing abilities. 

“I couldn’t stay. I had to…I just-time was running out.” The reassuring smile gave way to an earnest look of sympathy.

“They can kill you for this.” You swallowed thickly, all too aware of the dangers you had put yourself in. The odds hadn't been in your favor but you had to take a chance, to get away from home. Home. It felt a sham to even call it that. 

“I know. And I’m beyond grateful you letting me stay here the night but I promise I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Celeste made a waving gesture in the air, dismissing your words.

“Don’t be ridiculous, stay as long as you need.” The kindness created a fist in your throat, you’d been friends for years, writing letters back and forth since visiting often wasn’t allowed.

Rival pack members weren’t allowed to associate with one another more than their Alphas permitted.

You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to shove down the hatred and anger you felt for your pack. To call them such a thing felt like a crime in and of itself. They were horrible and controlling, to think of yourself free from them felt exciting and terrifying. 

“You could get in trouble.” You nearly whispered, even though no one was around to hear. She brushed off the notion.

“We’ll figure out a place for you to stay in the meantime. Has it started?” You gave a brief nod, not wanting to talk about it. The temperature of your skin, the cramping, that undeniable ache that shook you to your core. Like your body was no longer your own. It was infuriating and deliciously tortuous.

“Then in a few days when it’s over we can figure out what to do from there.”

“Your brother is gonna kill you.” 

“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

“Speak for yourself.” Celeste only gave you a smirk before squeezing your shoulder in a comforting fashion.

“Alright up, I need to change these sheets. A dirty dog rolled all over in them.”

That night felt like hell, a worse cycle than you’d ever had before. The winges of pain and agony ached through your system. It felt like your body had been tossed into a blazing fire.

In fact that sounded much better than what you felt now. Heats were different for every pack member but you couldn’t recall a time when you wished you were unconscious instead of enduring it.

You had needed to get away from your town, your pack before this happened. Before you were tied to the worst man you’d ever had the displeasure of knowing.

You were his property in his mind and the idea of you turning him down, running away rather than accepting his forced mating had surely sent him into a rage. 

Maybe your body knew what had been coming and was throwing a fit in rebellion even now that you were in safe territory or maybe the strain and stress of escaping and being on the run had done you in.

Either way no matter how many cold showers you took, how many naps your forced yourself into, how many times your own hands attempted to hit their mark, it wasn’t enough.

Celeste had left a hearty brew of tea for you that was supposed to help, you’d chugged the whole thing down to the shock of your friend and still nothing. Or maybe it had helped and this was the edge being taken off.

Being hit by a bus felt less excruciating than this. 

You somehow managed to fall asleep and when you woke your mouth felt dry, the familiar ache between your legs remained unsatisfied.

You wanted to tear the pillows on the bed to pieces, watching the feathers explode and drift down around you as your screamed into the frigid air. 

You couldn’t even keep the window open for fear of Celeste's male pack members smelling you and paying an uninvited visit. Tipping off her brother that you were here, potentially getting her in loads of trouble.

Your fingers itched to tear open the window and taste the cold November breeze. Your nails scratched gouges in the white paint on the window sill as you stared longingly out at the frost bitten garden. 

A soft knock came at the door, seeing your friend slipping into the room with another pot of strong smelling tea. Celeste sat the tea down on the side table, noting your frustrating posture by the window.

“I’m sorry, I know exactly how you feel.” 

“I hate it.” It sounded like a whine, maybe it was but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I have to go out and run some errands in town but I promise it won’t be long. Drink the rest of this, I put something in it to help your frazzled nerves and maybe even get you to sleep.”

The thought of sleeping another 48 hours and waking up normal again sounded so enticing. 

“Thank you.” You crawled into bed staring out the window imagining running freely through the forest, only this time not away from something but towards something better.

Something that felt intangible right now. Tossing back a long swig from the tea pot and letting your eyes shutter close for however long they’d allow.

The hours crawled by and you felt yourself somewhere in a slumber and waking titration. Eventually you could see the sun was lower in the sky, mid to late afternoon maybe?

Your body groaned in revolt as you got up from the bed, joints creaking and popping, clasping the now empty teapot in your hands.

You could feel the sweat dripping down your brow, swiping at it, rubbing at your eyes anything to avoid feeling how warm your whole body felt.

Celeste hadn’t come home yet and you managed to scrub the pot clean, place it in the drying rack and wash a dish or two more. Just to feel useful for once.

Wanting to be the least invasive houseguest as you could, moving over to where the washroom was and folding some of the sheets spilling out of the dryer. The small menial tasks actually helped contain the disjointed feeling your body was experiencing.

The sound of a key being inserted into the side door, unlocking and closing alerted your ears that Celeste was home. You felt too tired and pained to call out to her, instead waiting to see her face pop around the corner, but it didn’t. 

Footsteps echoed across the wooden floor and sounds of bags being dropped onto the kitchen island, accompanied by the soft sound of items, perhaps fruit, falling out and rolling along the granite. Then you smelled it.

The most intoxicating scent that had ever graced your nose. It was pine trees and fresh crisp air, like looking up into the night sky on a winter evening. It had a bite at first that smoothed into a warm rich earthy quality. There was even a hint of spice, it overtook every one of your senses, like you’d been bathed in it.

This wasn’t Celeste. 

Your ears strained to listen to anything this visitor was doing, whoever it was they had a key. Fuck. Celeste hadn’t told anyone you were here. Your muscles tensed, noticing all sounds from the kitchen had ceased.

Attempting to pad as quietly as you could out of the washroom, venturing a quick look into the kitchen. Sure enough there were grocery bags with oranges spilling out onto the island but no one around.

Silence.

If you could just sneak to the back door, you could see it from your point of view. One quick leap and you’d be gone and able to shift and disappear into the fast approaching night.

One step, then another. You were always known for being quiet in your pack, able to sneak up on any prey. This was no different.

Another few steps and you’d be home free. You felt the cool wooden floor kiss the tips of your toes before the strongest force you’d ever felt knocked you from your feet.

Your legs barely touched the ground before your back was slammed into the nearest wall, tauntingly so close to the back door. Large strong hands held you in place, your shoulders pinned against the drywall.

The scent you’d smelled before consumed you, your traitorous body arching against the wall towards the source.

“Who are you?” The voice was deep, a hint of gravel. Male. You felt your vision clearing from your head smacking against the hard surface to see sure enough a large man in front of you.

He was tall, towering over you, lean and athletic, muscles strained under his white shirt, corded along his forearms down to his hands that stilled you.

You felt the anxious pull to look down, to not meet his eyes. The undeniable mark of an alpha, it irked you to no end. Taking a steadying breath you fought your body, looking up into his face.

He was handsome, carved from rock and earth and dusted with something you couldn’t quite place. 

Dark brown hair that fell across his forehead, the sides were closely cropped but the rest hung longer, down to eyes that were such a deep brown you could lose yourself in them easily.

You could only imagine how radiant they’d look, flecks of gold catching the light when he smiled, but right now they were cold, calculating. The air caught in your throat, a choking noise all you could muster.

Your arms flexed against the wall, knowing you couldn’t escape but dying to, begging to. His nostrils flared, you watched the pupils in his eyes dilate, consuming the already deep brown gazing back at you. His fingers gripped you tighter.

“I said…who are you? Why are you in my sisters house?” 

“I…I.” Your brain couldn’t form words, not now. The scent of him, the feel of his touch against your heated skin, you could feel dampness spreading between your legs, the slow ache building inside your body clawing to get out.

Your inner wolf was barely continued under your skin, a popping sensation in your ears, the room felt like it was spinning.

It was like he could sense everything going on in your body, the way his eyes roamed ravenously over your flushed skin, his fingers flexing against your arms, the intensity of his gaze.

It was a split second but you could feel his face pressed into the crook of your shoulder, hear him inhale you deeply. Groaning as he exhaled, there would be bruises on your body where he gripped you so tightly.

You couldn’t hide the gasp that left your lips feeling his hips pressed against your own, his arousal evident. You felt your hands reaching for his back and his grip lessened enough to let you, your nails scraping against his muscled back through his shirt.

The noise he made rumbled in his chest, you could nearly feel it reverberating through your own body. The scratch of stubble scraping against the soft skin of your neck as he breathed deeply the scent of your heat and your legs yearned to be wrapped around his waist and carried to the nearest flat surface.

A bed, the couch, the floor-

“Hey, HEY!” You felt his hands fall from your arms as another voice rang through the room.

Celeste was wedging herself between the two of you, arms out protectively in front of you. “Billy! What the fuck are you doing here?!”

The man before you took a step back, his eyes were still pitch black, his chest heaving, fingers clenching and unclenching as if testing that they were truly not holding you anymore. 

“Celeste. You know this woman?” 

“I do! This is Aurora, she’s-she's my friend.” His eyes narrowed on you.

“I don’t recall ever being introduced to her before.”

Celeste glanced worriedly between the two of us, I nodded at her, the most encouragement I could offer at the moment.

“She’s…uh…. She left her pack.” His eyes widened a touch, lips parting, taking a solid deep breath before looking back at Celeste.

“Celeste….” His words were a warning, tinged with anger, frustration, concern…

“I know! But she needed to get out of there, they were gonna force her to mate with a homicidal maniac of an alpha!”

“An alpha?” His tone was harsh and abrupt, rubbing the bridge of his noise, lines forming on his brow. “Jesus Christ, Celeste. Do you know how dangerous this is? To us? To the pack?”

“Forced Mating, Billy! That’s barbaric!” He sighed, leaning back against the kitchen counter, running a hand through his already mussed hair. 

“It is. I know that as much as you, but some packs…still participate in the old ways…” his words weren’t convincing anyone, you could see it in the strained expression on his face.

You drew a steady breath , hesitantly pushing away from the wall you had just been pinned to. You missed the feeling of heat from his body being so close to yours already.

“I…I can leave. No. I think I should, Celeste, he’s right. This is dangerous you guys can get in a lot of trouble hiding a rival pack member. If you were to get caught it could be…it could be bad.” 

Billy and Celeste both were looking back at you, you could see the similarities between the two. The dark hair and long lean stature, Billy’s eyes were significantly darker, but they shared similar noses and mannerisms. How they stood, staring you down, intimidating and beautiful.  

“Rory…where would you go?” Your friend sounded so incredibly sad, it broke your heart. “Plus it’s not safe…”

“Once my cycle is over, I’ll leave.” Billy watched you with the focus of a pack leader and in the way only a wolf could. At the mention of your heat you noticed how his nostrils flared, chest rising into a territorial puff. “I’ll find somewhere to go.” 

Celeste walked over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. You held her tightly, the overwhelming feeling of fear and frustration from your body and emotions beginning to take a tighter hold of you. 

“Wait.” A deep sigh came from where Billy stood. “We can figure…something out. Until you have a safe place to go.” His dark eyes were no longer black orbs but the brown had returned, a softness, and something else danced across them as he spoke to you.

“But-“ he raised a finger, the look of admonishment towards his younger sibling. “Do NOT let anyone else know she’s here until I say, and make sure she stays in the house until... well until it’s safe.” 

You watched as he gathered his keys from the island, turning to walk across the kitchen, his heavy motorcycle boots louder than they had felt before, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.

You knew what you had seen in his eyes, because you could feel it just as deeply. Longing. And something just below the surface, barely concealed but there nonetheless.

[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.

[marvelmusing]

All I can think about right now is like any Ben Barnes character during their rut as an Alpha. Like omg would I want to be their mate.

This wasn’t a request but you said any character, and my mind went to all the characters so I ended up writing a little something for most of them. Enjoy?

Characters: Alpha!Aleksander Morozova, Alpha!Logan Delos, Alpha!Billy Russo, Alpha!Benjamin Greene (all x fem!omega!reader)

Warnings [18+]: typical a/b/o themes, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, smidge of primal play for Billy, dirty talk, bit of degradation from Aleksander, hint of spanking for Logan.

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Aleksander Morozova

-

“You should rest.”

It doesn’t surprise you that your words fall on deaf ears as Aleksander rifles through the papers on his desk, stalking into his bedroom to search for a particular document.

The meeting concluded several minutes ago but the palpable tension has yet to be cleared from the air. Aleksander is ignoring his rut, a terrible habit of his, which subjects everyone around him to the tantalising smell of his frustration and arousal.

Almost all the omegas in the meeting ended up excusing themselves, their heats triggered by Aleksander’s scent. It’s taking everything in you not to submit to him yourself.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up, the veins in his forearms bulging, and his hair is loose and ruffled. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face and the urge to lick it seizes you. Clenching your jaw shut, you cross your arms as you stand in the doorway watching him.

“General.”

He doesn’t look up at you, but the tension in his shoulders seems to tighten.

“What happened to docile little omegas?” he remarks bitingly. Keeping your voice coy and soft, you cock your head aside, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Would you like me to be docile, sir?”

Turning his head, Aleksander locks eyes with you, his gaze flickering down to the curve of your neck where his mating mark is on display against your pulse. He growls lowly, striding towards you and grasping onto your waist.

He spins you, pushing you down onto the bed with his teeth bared. A hand closes around your throat, pining you to the mattress as he leans over you.

“You little minx.”

Mischief sparkles in your eyes and Aleksander huffs out a small laugh. Then, much to your disappointment, he releases you. Instantly, you place your hand over his, guiding it back to your throat.

“You don’t need to hide this from me, Aleksander. I can take it, I promise.”

There’s hesitation in his eyes. As your mate, he is always so attentive during your heat, but when it comes to his rut he ignores his own urges to stop himself from hurting you.

Hooking your leg around his waist, you stroke your calf down the side of his body.

“Please, alpha. I’m here for you. Use me.”

His gaze darkens, the blackness filling his eyes is your only warning before you’re flipped over onto your stomach. The ripping sting of fabric brushes against your skin as he tears the clothing from your body.

Scrambling, you prop yourself onto your knees for him. Then he pushes himself inside you. Being around him all day has ensured that you’re wet enough to take him so suddenly but there’s still a twinge of pain that simmers delightfully under your skin.

Aleksander groans loudly in relief, his breathing sharp against your back as he presses his forehead into the space between your shoulder blades.

His finger dig into your hips, nails biting into your skin, hard enough to leave bruises. Each thrust of his hips slaps hard against your cheeks, the force of his fucking reverberating through your body relentlessly.

Filthy words of appraisal and sweet degrading remarks all jumbled into an almost incoherent mess begin to stream from his lips. Every word you do manage to hear through your shared moans and gasps sends a jolt of pleasure through your abdomen.

Sweet little mate. Perfect cunt. Tight and hot and wet. Like a common whore. Can you hear it, omega? Such a good omega. So good for me. Mine. All mine. You belong to me.

Aleksander bites down on your shoulder as you clench around his cock, his tongue traces over the mark left there lapping up the hot smear of blood that is blossoming to the surface. Then he bites again. His nails scratch over your thighs, leaving raised lines in their wake.

Drool slips from your lips, soaking the sheets as you surrender completely to Aleksander’s pursuit of pleasure.

He turns your head, ducking his head down into the crook of your neck as he pushes his knot inside you. Both of you hiss at the feeling. The stretch burns through your body, driving everything except Aleksander from your mind.

All Aleksander can think of it how tightly you’re gripping his knot. Everything else, the frustration that had been under his skin since yesterday morning, the heavy tension in his muscles, the overwhelming pressure in his chest, it’s all gone.

His climax is within reach and he jerks his hips forwards frantically as he chases his pleasure. Mindlessly, his fingers rub against your clit, hurtling you towards your own peak. He growls, teeth clenched hard as he breathes in your scent.

His nose nudges against the mating mark on your throat and your scent sharpens. As soon as you hit your climax, it triggers Aleksander’s own release and the two of you groan and succumb to pleasure instantaneously.

The rhythmic clenching of your cunt sends a shiver down Aleksander’s spine, the heat of his spend inside you soothing his more primal instincts. Now that he’s sated, all he wants is your affection.

But his knot is still inside you, and will remain so for a few more minutes.

He shifts uncomfortably, attempting not hold himself up with his forearms and not crush you with his weight.

“I’ve remembered what I dislike about this position,” he says quietly, to which you hum in response. “I can’t hold you properly,” he adds with a small huff of frustration.

A soft laugh escapes your lips.

“I love you, Sasha,” you whisper with a smile.

His fingertips trace lightly over your back, featherlight when he reaches the marks already blooming over your skin and the tiny drops of dried blood.

“I’ve made quite the mess of you.”

“Good,” you say, your voice muffled by your pillow. “It’ll remind them all who I belong to.”

A deep rumble emanates from the back of his throat and he nuzzles his face against your back. His perfect little mate - you always know what to say to him.

Guilt still settles in his stomach, at the thought of hurting you, especially with the desperate need for your affection growing in his chest.

Once he pulls out of you, he’s being tugged into your arms. He settles himself against your chest as you lean back into the pillows propped next to the dark oak headboard. Aleksander tilts his head, his temple pressed against your cheek, and you kiss his face gently.

He heaves out a sigh and you can feel the last of the tension leave his body as you curl your arms around him fully. Aleksander curls his hands around each of your forearms to ensure you won’t let go of him.

Quietly, you hum an Old Ravkan tune he had taught you, occasionally licking affectionately at the mating mark on his neck or nipping playfully at the shell of his ear.

Aleksander’s eyes flutter closed and his breathing grows steady but he doesn’t fall sleep. Such a state of relaxation is rare for him.

“I love you,” he breathes out softly. “You’re everything to me.”

-

Logan Delos

-

“Welcome home, alpha.”

Logan halts at the entrance to your shared bedroom. He tilts his head back, groaning through a grin as he palms his hand over his bulge.

“God I fucking love you.”

He tugs at his belt, his cock straining against the restrictive fabric of his suit trousers as he stares down at you.

The bedcovers have been discarded onto the floor, giving the two of you optimum space to play with one another. Somehow, you must have known his rut was about to begin, because you’re already in position with your legs spread wide, glistening cunt on display.

He tosses his belt onto the floor, discarding his trousers and shrugging off his jacket and shirt. His scent, like fresh orange juice and sun lotion has your teeth aching for a bite of him.

His dark eyes lock onto your cunt as he reaches the foot of the bed, crawling over the mattress towards you. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he drinks in the sight and smell of his mate.

Logan nuzzles his face against your thigh, a whine catching in your throat as his rough facial hair scratches at your sensitive skin. He bites down, pearly white teeth creating a bruising mark there, claiming your most intimate parts as his once again.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, aching to be inside you. Logan has never had much patience, though his love of teasing seems to be overruling his own need.

He continues to nip and bite at your thighs, mouthing sloppy kisses and tracing his tongue over his favourite spots - the ones that make you squirm the most.

Logan loves toying with you. There’s nothing better to him. He can smell your frustration and can see your need dripping down onto the sheets. Despite the effects of his rut that are slowing beginning to settle into his system, he’s tempted to continue torturing you.

Sweat glosses over your skin, you’ve thoroughly wound yourself up. Before Logan arrived, you had done your best to fantasise about your alpha to ensure that you would be wet enough to take him the moment he arrived home.

Knowing Logan, you should have known he would surprise you like this.

He kisses his way up your body, leaving bites and settling his hands firmly on your waist. His fingers press into your skin, preventing any sort of squirming. His strength always catches you off guard.

Logan’s teeth scrape delicately over your hardened nipple and you whine pitifully. Chest heaving, you whimper when he laps at your breasts with a delighted expression on his face.

His arousal begins to smear over your thighs as he nestles himself between them.

Eyes darkening, he grins wickedly before positioning his cock at your entrance and sliding inside with one smooth motion. Gritting your teeth, you moan loudly. His grin sharpens, teeth flashing as he hisses at the feeling of your cunt sucking in his cock.

He pulls out, only to slam his hips back down against yours, setting a punishing pace that has you both panting against one another’s mouths. Logan kisses you frantically, a mess of lips and teeth and tongue as you consume one another.

Nails digging into his shoulders, you scramble for some sense of balance as he removes your ability to do anything except take what he gives you. He bites down on your lip, sucking on the bruised flesh when you whimper.

In retaliation, you reach down to his backside, giving him ass cheek a squeeze to encourage him deeper inside you. His vigour increases, spurred on by your touch, and you can’t resist giving him a small swat on the ass.

His hand locks around your throat, squeezing lightly, and you grin at one another as you clench around him. He growls at the feeling, teeth flashing as he increases his pace as he fucks you.

Crying out his name, you feel the steady spiral of pleasure begin to swoop in your stomach. Frantically you jerk your hips against his, weak little thrusts in an attempt to match his own enthusiasm. Both of you grasp at one another, nails biting into flesh.

He tips his head back, baring his neck, and you sink your teeth into his throat without a second thought. He spills inside you, the hot spray of his release immediately sending your body hurtling into your own climax with a frightening speed.

He swears loudly at the feeling of your cunt twitching around his sensitive cock. Both of you moan at the sensations running through you as bliss soaks into your bodies. Logan collapses on top of you with a dramatic huff and a groan, which makes you giggle.

His smile is bright at the sound of your laughter, as he lifts his head up from the crook of your neck.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?” he says lightly. His parents weren’t the best example of a mated couple but you’re too tired to argue properly with him. So you poke him.

“Shut up and let me be here for you,” you mumble.

He smiles widely.

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Billy Russo

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He’s surprised his glass hasn’t shattered in his hand. Billy takes a slow swallow of the chilled liquid, relishing the coolness on his tongue in contrast to the heat that is burning underneath his loose swim shorts.

The summer heat certainly isn’t helping the feeling of his oncoming rut, and neither is the sight of you in that ridiculously tiny bikini.

He watches from his place at the bar as you lounge on one of the sun-beds by the pool. One leg lying along the length of the lounger whilst the other is folded with your ankle tucked beneath the knee of your extended leg.

Billy knows the bite marks on your thighs are visible to everyone, his claim on you made obvious for anyone who looks at you. He watches as you drape your arm over your forehead to shield your face from the sun.

He can see your eyes are closed, you must be dozing lightly. Downing the rest of his drink, he tosses a wad of notes onto the bar top before he stalks towards you.

“Billy?” you mumble, your words thick with near sleep as you register a shadow over you.

As you inhale his scent, sticky vanilla like melted ice cream, a thrum of arousal runs through you in response.

Lifting your head, you meet his darkened eyes immediately as he towers over you.

“Alpha?”

A growl rumbles in his chest.

“We’re leaving,” he demands.

If there weren’t so many people around, you might have given him some resistance, and he would throw you over his shoulder. The two of you like to playing into your more primal instincts during Billy’s rut.

He grips the steering wheel hard through the entire drive home. The windows are rolled down fully so that he can concentrate on the road without the combination of your scents distracting him.

When you finally reach the small villa Billy had rented for the summer, he breathes a sigh of relief. He leans over the console of the car, grasping the back of your head to meet his lips in an all-consuming kiss.

By the time he withdraws from you, your chest is heaving, your lips swollen and slick with his saliva.

Some of the tension leaves Billy’s shoulders as you step inside the air-conditioned villa. Cool marble floor against his bare feet as he slips his shoes off.

He slips his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his body. He rolls his hips forward, his rock hard cock pressing against your practically bare ass cheeks. He nips at the mating mark on your neck and you whine.

“I’m gonna go make a drink,” he murmurs lowly against your ear. His mouth is hot against the sensitive skin of your throat and his scent is addictive. “You are gonna go hide for me.”

A delighted shiver rolls down your spine. You love it when Billy is playful like this. Hiding always spikes your arousal, waiting in anticipation for your Alpha to find you.

It’s even better when he’s close to is rut, because he smells so delicious and his words are always so tempting when he tries to convince you to come out of hiding.

Once he does find you, it’s likely he’ll let you slip through his fingers to initiate a little chase around the villa. Billy will know the floor plan by heart, after all he bought this place, and will follow your scent like the predator he is.

“Yes, alpha,” you whisper.

Tugging at the strings of your bikini, you allow the fabric to slip down onto the floor as you take a few meandering steps away from your alpha. He groans at the sight of you, breathing in a deep inhale as he seeks to control himself.

With a teasing glimmer in your eyes, you walk slowly, waiting until he’s out of sight before you begin to move quickly. If you ran off immediately, Billy would have been too tempted to chase. Spoiling your fun before it can even begin.

Now all you need to do is hide.

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Benjamin Greene

-

“Benji?” you mumble, blinking tiredly as you wake.

His mouth moves leisurely over your neck, nosing at the mating mark just under your ear. His tongue traces over the mark, which sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry, love. Just need your sweet little cunt for a few minutes. That alright with you?”

The air is thick with his comforting scent, shortbread biscuits and old book pages, curling around you like a blanket. His cock is hard against your stomach and you can already guess that his rut has arrived early.

Humming contentedly, you nod in consent, your eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Just relax, my omega.”

He sucks lightly on your earlobe and a soft moan catches in your throat, even as your awareness begins to drift a little. Benjamin’s low groan as he breathes in your scent brings you back to reality a little, making you aware of the need threading through your body.

“It’s alright, love,” he soothes, though there’s a strained quality to his voice as the sheets rustle. The heat of the summer has meant you’ve both forgone clothing tonight. “Just going to fill you up for a while.”

He continues to mouth sleepily at your neck, paying extra attention to the mating mark almost subconsciously. Hooking one of your legs over his hip, he sinks his cock into you. Eyes fluttering closed, you moan quietly as he rocks his hips subtly to adjust his position.

“Benji,” you whisper. He hushes you.

“Go back to sleep, love. This is all I need for now.”

Benjamin is rock hard inside you when you wake at sunrise.

Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you breathe in the heavy scent of your alpha in the midst of his rut. There’s a small frown creasing at his dark brows, no doubt a result of his aching cock and the urge to help ease his discomfort fills your chest.

His skin is flushed, a pretty pink dusting over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck, which you immediately collect with your tongue. He hums quietly in his sleep, hips shifting upwards. His dark hair is ruffled adorably and there’s a small pout on his lips.

Slowly, you roll your hips forward against his. The spark of friction you gain is enough of an incentive for you to continue, even though Benji’s pleasure is what you’re really searching for.

Benjamin stirs a little when you turn him over onto his back and he begins to wake as you straddle his hips, sliding up and down leisurely over his cock, your hands splayed over his chest. He groans deeply as his lashes flutter open, revealing his dark eyes filled with unbridled need.

He presses his head back into the pillows, showing off the expanse of his throat as he sighs in pleasure.

“Alpha,” you whisper against his neck, licking at the mating mark there. “Let me take care of you, please?”

His hands settle on your thighs, warm palms squeezing the soft skin there gently in encouragement. He murmurs praises quietly under his breath as you roll your hips against his taking him deeper.

Sweat glosses over his bare chest and you lick a pathway down his collarbones and across his pectorals, hands smoothing affectionately over his soft stomach where his muscles are tensing rapidly.

His hips jerk forward mindlessly and with gritted teeth you nestle your body firmly against his, easing his knot into your slick entrance. He gasps sharply, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his knot and hardened cock.

“Relax, Benji,” you soothe him. “I’ve got you. Please, alpha. Want you to fill me up.”

Sleeping inside you for most of the night has made him sensitive to your touch, not to mention how much energy his rut always takes out of him. Slick smears over your thighs, making a thorough mess of the two of you.

Grinding against one another, Benjamin places his palm on the small of your back, meeting each of your thrusts with a lazy one of his own. Panting and moaning into one another’s mouths, you kiss with a burning intensity that has you clenching uncontrollably around him.

He chokes on a groan, pressing himself hard against you as tears prickle in your eyes. His pubic bone catches against your clit, providing a dizzying burst of pleasure that thrums beneath your skin and you begin to chant his name in a low whisper.

“Benji, my alpha, please.”

He bites down lightly on your lower lip, tugging on the sensitive skin as you tip over the edge. Bliss floods through your body as you climax, and soon he’s spilling inside you with a low moan.

Collapsing onto his chest, you hum at the pleasurable feeling of being filled to the brim by your alpha. He strokes his hands over your back, easing the aching muscles there as you both catch your breath.

“Thank you, omega. You were perfect, my love.”

Contentment warms in your chest at the thought of pleasing your alpha. His rut is by no means over, but this was certainly a pleasant start.

-

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[russosafehaven]

Season of the Witch

Pairing: Werewolf!Billy Russo x Witch!Reader

Content: Aftercare in reference to full moon, Fem!Reader, Fluff

POV: Third?

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

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The cottage was deep in the forest, many people had never even seen it. In the town many of the children sung rhymes about the witch rumoured to live there. Every full moon torches were lit up all night, scaring the creatures that may lurk. Few people had ever seen the woman who was said to live in the forest. Those who had an encounter with her had found problems in their life magically going away.

A young boy who was riddled with warts found them disappearing when he gave the woman a penny. The local butcher who had a sudden influx of illness in his cows gave the woman some ice. When she returned the day after the full moon with the ice now melted, the butcher was instructed to give the water to the bovines. The illness that once riddled the animals was cured.

The townsfolk never saw problem with the witch. She lived deep in the forest, never harming the people. Although there were many creatures in the woods, vampires, werewolves. All sorts of them, the witch protected the townspeople from the ones with an intense blood lust. During the full moon when the werewolves transformed the people would find bundles of wolfsbane, wormwood, rue, sage and lavender hanging from their doors. Howls from the forest would no longer scare the children as the witch protected them.

There was only one incident where any of the townsfolk were harmed by the supernatural. The moon at its fullest and for a few minutes it was a crimson shade as it eclipsed. A wolf by the name of William Russo had found his way into the two. A young girl was outside, looking at the eclipse in all its glory. It was a rare sight after all. The beast in the man took over and attacked the girl. While walking through the streets harvesting some of the locals daisy’s the witch had seen the sight. Alone she wasn’t powerful enough to take the wolf on. However she was strong enough to save the girl. Her feet rushed towards the young girl. Using her own body as shield to protect the small child.

The cloak the witch wore was doused in wolfsbane. It was pungent and toxic to wolves. As the beast ran back to the forest the witch knelt down to the girl and pulled a chunk of dragons blood resin from her pocket.

“Take this and sleep with it under your pillow, by morning you shall be healed little one”

Sure enough by the next morning the girl’s body held no evidence of the attack. The witch had watched her play the next day, ensuring the spell held up. When she fled to the forest she found a man lying on her doorstep. His hair was messy, frame sky-clad and wounds all around his body.

Wolves often came to the witch for help after a full moon. Although often the alpha of a pack would come once a year and stock up. The creatures only turned once a month, twice if there was a blue moon. They didn’t need much depending on the size of a pack. Still there were a few solo wolves in the forest. Those who were vulnerable to attacks during the night.

“William, are you awake my boy?”

She knelt down next to the man. Many creatures had told the woman about William Russo. The wolf who refused the warmth of a pack. Hand trailing up his neck she felt for a pulse. It was strong, so he was just sleeping. Stepping around him the woman opened the door to her cottage. Fetching a jar filled with a variety of herbs.

When she left the apothecary room William was standing in her living room. She smiled warmly at him and grabbed his hand. Leading the wolf out of the cottage they walked to a small lake. It wasn’t that far from the witches home. Placing the jar on the edge of the lake she removed her clothes. The woman’s skin was untouched by time, no scars or wounds. Occasional blemishes as were expected, she was still somewhat human after all.

Turning around the witch grabbed the wolfs hand, guiding him into the water. It was cold but the sun glaring down on the two of them made it bearable. She turned around to grab the jar, opening it and adding some of the contents to the lake.

“Lavender for soothing. Rosemary for cleansing, sage for protection, allspice to help with aches, amaranth for the swelling, chamomile for any soreness, comfrey for healing wounds, daisy for the headaches and thyme is a wonderful anti-septic. The townsfolk don’t need to know how what I do aids them. They find beauty in the magic, however you wolves I’ve learnt like to know what I’m giving them. It helps ease your fear”

William watched as the herbs floated on the water’s surface. His bones already felt less sore and there were less wounds than before. The woman across from him looked ethereal with the sheen of water covering her body. He had heard stories of the witch from a local pack he was somewhat close with. Frank, the alpha had always told him to go to the witch. That she could help him.

He had never expected to end up at her doorstep. She didn’t ask questions, just got what she needed and did what had to be done. Curiosity flooded through William’s mind. How could he get to know her better? A splash of water washed over the woman’s skin and as she looked over to the wolf he was smirking wildly.

“Does the puppy wanna play?”

She asked with a wry smile. The water lifted up, coating the man with a wet sheen. The witches words had an effect on him. She was comforting to be around, like just her breath could heal his wounds invisible or not. The two would play for hours reliving childlike moments. A townsperson who had come looking for the witch saw them. He had spread the word that the witch had a lover. Whether or not the people lived in their protector, they were happy she had found someone to make her smile.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 14)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: Is the slow burn killing you guys yet? Lmaoooo

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You watched people walking around, getting things set up for later. There was going to be a celebration tonight for the success of the mission just a few days earlier. It had been Micro’s idea, adamant that people really needed a morale booster and you had to agree with him. With the war looming over you all and the added stress of not shifting, everyone was restless and agitated. Not everyone would be celebrating though, some people had to keep watch and they’d volunteered so the others could have a good time. You’d volunteered to keep watch too but Kos had told you no and given he was your Alpha, you listened to him. He told you that you needed a break and that you should just try to have fun. You were just looking on with an amused smile as two warriors argued over where to put a table when you heard your name. You turned around and came face to face with Aurora, the last person you expected.

“Could we take a walk?” she asked hesitantly and you just gaped at her, blinking dumbly and wondering if you were imagining it.

“Uh… sure,” you muttered, eyeing her warily as the two of you started walking aimlessly. You had no idea what this was about and a petty part of you wanted to tell her where to go given how she’d been behaving. You knew you'd regret it though, your curiosity was eating at you.

“I’m sorry for being so cold and rude. I know I haven't made the best first impression and that’s not what I wanted,” she started carefully and you glanced at her as you both slowed down.

“I… I had a hard life, much like you have. My parents were murdered when I was young and some other wolves in my pack raised me but they weren’t the kindest. I know it’s not a good enough excuse for how I’ve been behaving but… I just don't deal with people well. Finding your mate can be really overwhelming and the idea of having a new family is scary. I barely even settled in here and I’m pretty sure most people don’t like me. I can come across as rude but really… I’m just anxious and don’t know how to speak to people. I feel really awful about it all and I want to be part of your pack, part of the family because you’re Atti’s family and I know how much you mean to him,” she rambled and your feet took root on the floor. She was looking at you with a guilt ridden expression on her face, almost as if she was waiting for you to tell her off. You were surprised by her admission but you were grateful she finally spoke to you. It made more sense now why she was the way she was. You were somewhat similar, maybe not as rude, but you also struggled with people outside of your pack although you’d gotten a lot better since coming here. Childhood trauma could really do a number on you.

“Thank you for speaking to me, I appreciate it. You’re family now and all I ever wanted was for us to be able to bond. I get it now and I hope this means we can start being friends,” you murmured and she smiled in relief with a shaky breath she’d been holding. 

“I’d really like that,” she nodded and you gave her a smile. 

“I’m gonna get back to Atti, but I’ll see you at the party later,” she grinned before she turned on her heel and left. It made you feel a bit better and you knew it might take work for her to come out of her shell but you started to think maybe there was hope after all. You had something in common to bond over, something that would give you an understanding of each other that most others wouldn't have unless they’d been through it. You knew you’d have to get used to the lonely nights and not spending so much time with Kos and Atti now they found their mates but you felt like you’d eventually deal with it if you still actually got to be with them. You didn't want to feel excluded and pushed out and it would only hurt more given the fact you hadn’t found your mate yet. You felt like the spare part. But if both mates were going to make an effort to bond with you then it would only mean your family expanded and you had more people to care about and that made you happy. You looked forward to seeing her and Atti at the party now, you’d figured they wouldn't be attending.

You weren’t quite sure who would be going. You hoped Karen would be there but you’d not seen her too much as she’d been working hard with some of her witches to try and figure out the moon debacle. The kidnapped witches were weighing heavily on her and she was trying to locate them so she could send you guys in. The times you had seen her, she’d looked completely worn down and you felt sorry for her. You knew if the vampires were holding your people captive you’d feel the same way, you’d probably be running around like a psychopath trying to get them and killing anyone in your way. One other person you weren’t sure would be there was Billy. You hadn’t seen him once since you all got back which was strange. You presumed he was busy but the last time he'd been busy you’d seen him around the grounds as he worked with the worried frown on his face. This time he was just gone like a ghost. You had no idea where he was or why. You found yourself thinking about him a lot in his absence and you really hoped he’d be there, you missed him.

Once the sun went down, the party was in full swing, complete with music, food and alcohol. 

“Here you go,” Kos smiled, handing you a weird pink looking drink.

“I’m good,�� you snorted, putting the drink on the table and Atti huffed, glaring at you from where he sat opposite with Aurora.

“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer. It’s a party, Y/N. You’re not on watch, so drink it and relax,” He urged, pushing the drink closer to you.

“The fuck’s that?” Frank asked, raising a brow at the pink drink.

“I have no idea, Karen gave it to me for Y/N,” Kos admitted with a shrug and a grin. You were pretty sure he was already three sheets to the wind. 

“Nah, a lady like this doesn’t drink weird, pink, fruity drinks. She drinks this,” Frank smirked, moving over to another table before coming back and slapping a jar in front of you so hard that some of the liquid sloshed out.

“What the hell is that?” Irene giggled and Frank grinned.

“Moonshine, made it myself,” he said proudly. You looked at the jar and then back at him and he had this expectant look on his face. You’d been wanting to keep your wits about you but Atti was right, you weren't on watch and who knew the next time you’d be able to relax and have fun like this. You picked up the jar and Frank’s grin almost split his face.

“Atta girl!” he laughed and you rolled your eyes with a snort before drinking a big gulp. You gasped, eyes shut as the burn felt like liquid fire going down your throat and Frank laughed harder.

“Is it that bad?” Atti asked with an amused smile.

“It’s worse,” you choked out, eyes watering. 

“Glad you like it,” Frank smirked, clapping you on the back before he sauntered off again, presumably to find Karen. Kos looked at the drink curiously before taking the jar, sipping the tiniest amount and he started coughing. It made you feel a little better, he was reacting worse than you and the table broke out into laughter. As the night wore on, the jar became empty and you had to admit, you were absolutely drunk. Your head was fuzzy, your vision a little woozy and you were pretty sure if you stood up, your legs would wobble. But you felt good, calm and relaxed, even as you found yourself sitting alone at the table. You watched with a smile as Kos and Atti danced with their mates and the booze helped to quell the bitter feelings that may have been there otherwise, the pang of envy you knew lay under the layers of alcohol. It was nice to see though. They seemed happy as they laughed and danced and you felt good that they had found their other halves. 

“Need some more moonshine?” you looked over to see Frank sitting next to you, you hadn't even seen him come over.

“No… I think I might die of alcohol poisoning if I do,” you snorted wryly and he grinned, shrugging as he sipped at his own jar. 

“Where’s Billy?” you asked curiously. He hadn’t turned up despite you hoping he would. You thought he might have at least showed his face. Frank looked away, his mouth floundering for a moment and you squinted. Even with your alcohol soaked brain you could tell he was being weird.

“He’s not feelin’ too well, he’s just takin’ it easy in his room,” he answered and you nodded with a frown. The idea of him laid up in bed sick was unpleasant and you thought back to how Aurora was sick not too long ago. You wondered if maybe there was a bug going around. When you glanced back to your side, Frank was gone as if he was never there and you blinked slowly, wondering how long you’d been deep in thought. It felt like just seconds. Thinking of Billy all alone while everyone else was having fun, you stood on shaky legs, trying to steady yourself as you took a deep breath and made your way to the castle. 

Climbing the stairs wasn’t easy. You didn't trip or fall but it felt like it took you a lifetime to get to where you need to be, like it took extra focus not to fall and break your neck. As you walked down the hallway, you narrowly missed bumping into a table with a small statue on it and you snorted to yourself. It reminded you of when you and Billy had met and you didn't even realize you had a dopey smile on your face. When you got to his door, you lifted a hand and knocked firmly but you got no response. You tried again and still got no answer and you huffed, shifting on your feet. Barging in didn't really feel like the right thing to do, but you were drunk and he was also your friend. You figured he might forgive you for wanting to check on him. You pushed the door open and the room was dark, the light of the not quite right moon the only light shining through the windows. You could hear everyone having fun outside and you closed the door, hovering a little just inside the room. You couldn't see him, he wasn't in bed though his covers were all bunched up and then the smell hit you. You’d know the smell of an Alpha in his rut anywhere, it was pretty strong and recognisable and Kos had them too. And while with Kos you’d feel a biological pull to it, as would any female wolf, you were always able to reject it, always able to block it out until he locked himself away during them. This was different. You found yourself overtaken by it, almost making you feel even more drunk and in some kind of daze. You felt lightheaded but not from the alcohol and your heart started to beat rapidly in your chest. 

“You shouldn't be here,” Billy’s rough voice made you jump and your head whipped to the closed bathroom door it came from. He sounded strained and you could clearly hear the need in his voice. You swallowed thickly, knowing just how Alpha’s could get when in their rut and with your hazy mind, you became very aware of how your body was responding to those thoughts as you felt yourself getting wet. You heard a deep and feral growl from behind the door but you couldn't move. Something in the back of your head was telling you that you needed to leave but you couldn't, you didn't want to. Your wide eyes were glued to the door as your chest heaved, body aching in a way you’d never felt before. You open your mouth to try and tell him you were coming to check on him but nothing came out but harsh breaths. You felt a high similar to that when you fought, only this was far more powerful, far stronger. The bathroom door opened and your breathing hitched when you saw him standing there in nothing but his pants. His eyes were silver. A tiny part of you was worried he might shift, knowing that everything could go wrong if that happened yet your feet still didn’t move. All you could do was look at him with wide eyes and dilated pupils. 

Billy was close to snapping, so close to losing control and he was powerless against it. He could smell your arousal in the air, could practically taste the sweet like honey slick that he knew was between your thighs and it was killing him. His wolf wanted his mate and he was cursing you for being here, cursing you for showing up. Anyone else he could have resisted, anyone else he could have sent away, but not you. Never you. 

“Why are you here?” he growled, his voice raw as he started to stalk towards you. You were just staring at him like a deer caught in the headlights and it did little to ease the predator that lay inside of him.

“I… Frank said you were sick… I just… I wanted to cheer you up,” you murmured in a daze. He could smell the alcohol on you but the scent of your arousal was far stronger. If he was given a choice right now, to have the war end instantly, to have the entire vampire population vanish into thin air and never have to worry about them or to have you, he knew he’d pick you without hesitation and let all of his people die and he hated it. He’d never felt so weak in his entire life before. The pull to you was killing him and his wolf was snarling viciously, slamming against the walls in his head trying to break free, to get to his mate. He couldn't think straight, couldn't make sense of all the restless noise in his head and he started backing you up to the wall. For every step he took, you took one back but you didn't look scared, you looked the opposite. He caged you in, both hands on the wall either side of your head as he stared down at you and his breaths were coming in ragged and sharp.

“How am I supposed to restrain myself when I can smell you like this?” he bit out accusingly, as if it was all your fault. Not only could he smell how much you wanted him but he could fucking feel it and it only added with his own. He couldn't tell what was him and what was you anymore and his whole body felt like it was on fire from the inside out. You looked up at him with a half lidded gaze and his whole body was shaking with how hard he was fighting for some control.

“What if I don’t want you to?” you whispered. Any resolve he had snapped as he crashed his lips to yours, kissing you desperately. You kissed him back with as much need as he felt and he moaned into the kiss, gripping your jaw as his tongue devoured your mouth. A voice in the back of his head told him this was a bad idea. You were drunk and under the influence of his scent in a rut, that he was taking advantage of you. But he could barely hear the voice over everything else going on in his mind and he couldn't stop. Not when he needed you so much that he was feeling physical pain. He broke the kiss for the single fact he needed to breathe, or he would have kissed you forever. You chased after his lips with a whine and he moaned, his hand on your jaw tightening as he looked at you with your swollen lips and dazed eyes. He couldn't wait any longer, he didn't have it in him and he started to quickly rid you of your clothes. He was pleased when you took the initiative to do the same to him, pulling at his pants to get them off him. 

Once completely naked, he picked you up before stalking over to the bed and laying you down. He took a moment to really look at you as you lay there blinking up at him. He’d never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful. You were absolutely perfect and made just for him. The thought made him growl, chest burning hot as he climbed on top of you, kissing you again. You kissed back insistently, your hand going to his hair as you threaded your fingers in it and tugged a little. He had to stop himself from just slamming into you, barely just registering this was your first time and he didn't want to hurt you no matter how much he needed you. He kissed your lips as his hand trailed down your body, down silky soft skin until he reached between your parted legs he was between. He lifted himself slightly to have better access, eyes on your face as he started to circle your clit. You were absolutely soaked and it made his cock ache for you, watching as a moan left your lips, surprise etching on your angelic face. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, watching how you reacted to the pleasure he was giving to you. He toyed with your clit faster and you moaned again, squirming against his hand and he groaned. 

“That feel good, Sweetheart?” he rasped brokenly and you nodded, your lips parted in delight.

“Yes,” you moaned, looking almost amazed by the sensations you were having and it spurred him on even more as he got faster and you kept moaning. Knowing he was the first to bring you any kind of pleasure soothed the raging wolf inside of him. You were his and only his. He wanted to get you good and ready for him, wanted to make it hurt as least as possible, wanted to make you feel good. He pushed a finger inside of your soaked heat and you gasped, hands gripping his shoulders. You were so deliciously tight and he was throbbing at the thought of being inside of you. He fucked you with one finger for a moment, your moans like music to his ears before he added another and you let out such a sinful noise he was shocked he didn't cum all over you. Feeling like he got you as ready as he could and also feeling a desperate impatience clawing at his skin, he slid his fingers out of you and your eyes fluttered open, watching him with wide eyes as he greedily sucked his fingers clean with a groan. He’d taste you properly another time, he couldn't wait anymore or he’d snap completely. His hand moved to your face, the other propping him up as he kissed you deeply, wanting you to be as relaxed as possible. His hand trailed down your face, neck and down your body again before he gripped himself, lining his cock up with your dripping entrance. He slowly started to push into you, a sinful moan ripping from his throat at how tight you were around him like that and you gasped, fingers biting into his shoulders. Your body was trying to fight the intrusion as he slowly pushed further and he kept peppering your lips with kisses, trying to ease you so you’d take him easier. When he finally bottomed out, it took every ounce of self restraint to stay still and let you adjust for a moment. You were panting, eyes shut into a small frown and he stroked your cheek, resting his forehead on yours.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Won’t hurt for long, alright?” he soothed, so conflicted in knowing this was hurting you yet not wanting to stop, he felt ripped in two. You nodded, breathing deeply and he started to feel you relax more. His movements were slow at first and while it was maddening to him, it still felt euphoric. Every push and pull felt like he was drowning in you and he didn’t want to stop, he wanted to stay like this with you forever. He could tell when the pain started to ease for you, felt how your body seemed to melt under him, arching back against him, heard how your breathing hitched. When you started gracing him with soft moans, he picked up his pace a little, unable not to. You whined but not in pain, as you tugged on his hair, making him growl. He was caught off guard when you pulled his face to yours, capturing his lips in a sloppy and desperate kiss. He felt feverish and upside down, all turned inside out and delirious wrapped around you like this. He broke the kiss, your moans and pants mingling together as he started to rut into you like an animal. His wolf was precariously close to breaking to the surface and all he had to ground himself was you. Your moans were getting higher in pitch, more frequent and demanding and he let out a guttural groan at the delightful sounds. He buried his face in your neck, your scent strong and enticing as vanilla and peaches coiled around him like a snake and he licked at the skin there, almost purring as he felt himself nearing his release.  

“Billy,” you moaned. His name rolling off your tongue like a fervent prayer made him explode, an obscene noise getting ripped from him at the same time a keening moan left your lips and you came together. He bit down on your neck, moaning as he spilled himself inside of you and you relaxed around him. He thrust a couple more times before he lay there with his face in your neck, his chest heaving as he felt like he was suspended in time and space. He’d never felt like this before, never known pleasure quite like this.

He moved to sit up a little, looking down at you. You were passed out now, a completely serene look on your face that he wanted to capture forever. He stroked your cheek, his chest aching fiercely with the amount of love his heart held for you. The lust filled haze his rut had him in started to clear, like a veil lifted from his eyes as he started to come back to his senses and then he saw your neck.

“No… No, no, no,”  His whole body felt like it seized up, dread hitting him like a wrecking ball and he couldn't tear his eyes away. He’d mated you. You didn’t even know you were mates and he’d gone ahead and completed the ritual. He felt sick and like he couldn't breathe. His chest felt far too tight and he clawed at it as he pulled out of you, scrambling off the bed and almost falling over. He stared at your sleeping form in his bed completely naked and his chest caved in. You’d hate him for this, you’d think he put a claim on you. Claiming and mating weren’t the same thing but the bites looked almost the same. A wolf could claim another even if they weren't mates and it was usually what wolves did if they found love after their old mate had died or hadn't found them at all. But not all wolves had good intentions and some would claim another just to mark them and say they belonged to them. It was something frowned upon as often if someone had been claimed, if they eventually found their mate then their mate wouldn't want them anymore. They’d be ‘tainted’. He knew that's what you’d think of him and he couldn't bear it. The only other alternative was to tell you the whole truth and it made him feel like he was drowning, only this time in a bad way. He had no idea how you’d react to it because you felt nothing for him and he’d been lying to you this whole time. He tugged at his hair in panic, his lungs burning as he tried to breathe. This wasn’t how he wanted things to go, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. He was going to lose you before he ever really had you and it had been his own damn fault. He wiped his face, quickly realizing he was crying as he grabbed his pants off the floor, sniffling as he put them on quickly. He really couldn't breathe and he stumbled into the dresser, almost knocking things over as he gasped for air before he fled the room. What had he done?

Taglist: (if you’ve been asked to be tagged and aren’t here, it wouldn’t let me tag some people.)

@firexfate

@blanchedelioncourt

@on-ya

@sunshinedaisies-anddeath

@snowkestrel

@music-indie-tv

@idaofinfinity

@sweetserendipity65

@ramadiiiisme

@k-marzolf

@celestialams

@woowwwee

@noortsshift

@rainbowgoblinfan

@mysweetlittledesire

@promnightbinbaby

@intothesoul

[asirensrage]

WIP Tag Game!

I was tagged by @themaradwrites for this. Thanks! I'm a little afraid lol

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down (Stranger Things. Steve Harrington x OC)

Erudite!Eric - a study in intimacy (Divergent. Eric x oc)

Matt and Billy and OC make 3 (MCU. Matt Murdock x Billy Russo x oc)

Tammy - Alternate POVs

there’s a heaven above you (oc x the lost boys)

Halloween Challenges/Prompts (various)

the weight of all my sins Naruto ideas (various including Kakashi x oc)

Something Missing (something strange) (Gaston x oc)

Divination as a Diversion (Hermione Granger x The Darkling)

Serendipity - Wick fic (John Wick x oc)

cassia and varro (Spartacus: Varro x OC)

Reality is Fictional (who even knows. Various)

Saudade - May you be cursed to never find peace (Tokyo Revengers, OC x various)

Dig My Grave (take my hand). It's just a quirk. (My Hero Academia. Dark fic. Dabi x OC)

An Offering and The Sacrifice (Demon Slayer. Rengoku x OC)

Tokyo Revengers Oneshots

KNY Oneshots

Alpha (original work)

The question is timing (Naruto/KNY crossover. Sakura centric)

JJK - Balance (Jujutsu Kaisen. Various)

plane ideas and sleep deprivation

poetry (original work)

The Good In You (MCU. Steve Rogers x OC)

Prompts (various)

Soulmates (various)

AU Oneshot Ideas (various)

Dark Drabbles

Joyce Summers. Assassin. Conman. Thief. Mother. (BtvS. undecided)

A Slayer in Hawkins (Stranger Things/BtvS crossover. undecided)

Quest for the Ages (Divergent: Eric x OC Quest)

dreaming of falling (Divergent: Eric x oc Quest)

well well look who's at it again (SoA. Jax Teller x oc)

season 2 (SPN. sequel to Crossfire Sam x OC)

season 3 (SPN. third in Crossfire series - Sam x oc)

Ice Ice Baby (Stranger Things. Eddie x oc Emma)

favours (leverage. undecided Eliot x oc or Quinn x oc)

For the Children (Leverage. Eliot x oc)

Between Discord and Rhyme (Teen Wolf. Derek Hale x oc)

Riptide (Spencer Reid x oc)

Skywalker rewrite (Star Wars. various)

Les Tres Geckos (From Dusk til Dawn. Richie x oc)

Coffee Shop AU (original)

Fae Mafia (original)

this isn't even all of them...

tagging: @arrthurpendragon @faithfire @rey-of-luke @mabonetsamhain @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @renhoeku @comatosebunny09 and anyone else who wants to join in/share

[bonkywobble]

Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

WEEK ONE

Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *

Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play

Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️

Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish

Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *

Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage

Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

WEEK TWO

Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️

Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play

Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️

Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism

Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)

Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation

Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play

WEEK THREE

Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *

Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️

Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk

Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink

Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️

Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play

Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *

WEEK FOUR

Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play

Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *

Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)

Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play

Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship

Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex

Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️

WEEK FIVE

Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging

Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex

Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink

Bonus fic: ???

[missjaystone]

Game Over

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker​

[cryptidcasanova]

This is just a small way to show off the overwhelming amount of talent on this site. This will be updated regularly. 

To all of my friends, followers, and mutuals: you are astounding. I love you. You are incredible and I love getting to experience what you’ve created.

- Andy Barber -

Collide by @avintagekiss24

I have heart eyes for this Alpha!Andy fic. I am truly captivated by both the writing style and the execution of this story, and how thrilling and unnerving the A/B/O dynamics can be if you are thrown into that world. It’s poetic and charming, and Brittany is massively talented. I’ve read it maybe a dozen times. Chef kisses all around.

- Ari Levinson - 

Taste of Honey by @imaginedreamwrite​

I’ve only just started down this rabbit hole, but Werebear!Ari is such an intense character! The writing is sensational, and the underlying ideas of Ari being protective and possessive and so in tune with the environment have the hair on my neck standing up. I love him. I’m scared of him. I’m scared of what else could be lurking in the shadows. Chef kisses all around.

- Billy Russo -

An Alter For Our Sins by @becauseicantthinkwritings

This is Demon!Billy content I am living and dying for. Billy is so sinful and seductive and protective. Chelsea, I am in misery...in the best way. He’s the monster of my dreams. Chef kisses all around.

- Bucky Barnes -

Still Waters by @bonkywobble

This is Cryptid!bucky. It’s swamp Monster!bucky. And it managed to be so sinister and heartbreakingly beautiful that this is a top contender for me. I want to run away from Bucky. I don’t want him to be alone. I want peace. I don’t know how Georgie did it, but I’m shattered and made whole all at the same time. Chef kisses all around.

Just a Scratch by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, full stop I am a sucker for Mafia/Mob!Bucky fics. They just hit some kind of way, and Star is an absolute casanova of a writer. If you are looking for a protective, domineering mobster you’ve come to the right place. Chef kisses all around.

The Girl In the Movies by @slothspaghettiwrites​

Have you ever been so enamored by someone’s writing? Because Sloth creates S tier content, and she wrote a wickedly saccarine Yandere!Bucky that will both charm and unnerve you. He’s so head over heels for the reader. I seize up after reading it but keep finding myself going back. Chef kisses all around.

First and Last by @navybrat817​

Alpha!Bucky is nothing less than an absolutely cunning predator. Navy, I swear I lose my breath every time a come across this story. The reader is super successful at evading her destiny - until she can’t of course. Bucky is possessive and powerful and I love it. Chef kisses all around.

- Nick Fowler -

Truth Untold by @lavendercitizen

Soft!Dark!Nick is a soft spot for me, and even if he is burning the world down he’s not leaving without his girl. Rae is such a beautiful writer, and the soft and possessive storytelling makes my knees weak. I know that I definitely wouldn’t tell him no. It’s a delicate display of power. Chef kisses all around.

- Steve Rogers -

Blood in the Water by @giorno-plays-piano

There’s just something hypnotic about Merman!Steve that brings me to a full stop. I know I shouldn’t be so invested, but here I am, and I’ve probably read this two-part piece of art a dozen times. He’s the hyperfixation when you’re lying in bed waiting for sleep to meet you. He’s the nightmare of your dreams. I just can’t handle it. Chef kisses all around.

[tuiccim]

Wrecked (Part 1)

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

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of infertility, attempted physical assault

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, @whisperlullaby

Wrecked Masterlist

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

“Hey. I’m in the kitchen,” you reply. 

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

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

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

“If you like.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine. That’s the first time-”

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

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

“Hey,” Frank covers your hands with his.

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” Frank hedges. 

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

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

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

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

“I own the bar,” you retort. 

“How long have you owned the bar?”

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

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

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

“Marines.”

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine.”

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

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

“Sounds like a jackass,” Frank says. 

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll just walk back,” he shrugs. 

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

“I’ll be alright.”

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

“I-”

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

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

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

“Got anything stronger?”

“I have everything stronger,” you scoff playfully. 

“Whiskey?” Frank smirks.

“Ice?”

“Nah.”

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

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

“What for?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

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

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

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

“Oorah,” Frank grins as he follows you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh-oh. What’d I do?”

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

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

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

“Okay…”

“Will you, um, help me through it?”

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

“No! I just didn’t want to assume.”

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

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

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

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

“Never, huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Frank-”

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

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

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

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

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

“...About something in particular?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you know when next week?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

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A Second Chance Is A Better Chance - Part 9

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

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

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

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

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

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

[marvelmusing]

Helping Hand

Pairing: Alpha!Billy Russo x Fem!Omega!Reader

Summary: As your boss, Billy has always taken care of you. When your heat becomes too difficult to handle, he takes care of you once again.

Warnings [18+]: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, a/b/o dynamics and anatomy, brief mentions of Billy’s childhood.

Word Count: 5.4K

My Masterlist

“Where the hell have they gone?” you grumble to yourself as you open the same kitchen cabinet for the third time. Unfortunately, the little green box you’re searching for doesn’t miraculously appear in front of your eyes and nerves stir in the pit of your stomach.

Huffing out a sigh of frustration, you lean against the kitchen counter and pick up the tiny handheld fan, clicking the button on the side rather aggressively as you hover the fan over your neck, tilting your head back to achieve maximum cooling from the little device.

Just as you’re considering emptying the contents of your entire kitchen, you hear a knock at your front door.

His scent is recognisable before you even open your front door. Fresh cotton, expensive cologne, and his own unique fragrance that is undeniably Billy Russo. The alpha you’ve been working for over the last year and a half as his personal assistant.

He’s dressed for work, hair slicked back perfectly with his suit and tie all arranged neatly on his figure. The polar opposite of you, currently wearing a small cami top and a pair of sweatpants hanging low on your hips.

His nostrils flare slightly as he breathes in the scent of your apartment, the air thick with your oncoming heat. But you aren’t concerned by his reaction. If there’s one thing you’ve learnt about Billy, it’s that he has a godly level of restraint when it comes to his instincts.

It’s a little harder for you and the rush of his scent has you gritting your teeth to suppress the urge to tug him closer and bite.

“Looking for these?” he asks, holding out a small box. “You left them on your desk.”

Just what you had been searching for. The box of patches that would curb some of the effects of your heat, making it more manageable without a partner to take care of you.

“Thank you so much.” Heaving a sigh of relief, you take the box from him with a grateful smile. “You’re an absolute lifesaver.”

He flashes you a wide smile.

“I could get used to hearing that.”

Breathing out a small laugh, you smile at him.

“I’m sure you could.”

His smile softens as he leans his shoulder casually against your doorframe, giving him the proximity to study your expression intently.

“You need anything else?” he asks.

Shaking your head, you look down at his shoes, shinning with polish that you can still smell the remnants of on his fingertips, almost buried beneath the eucalyptus soap he uses. He must have polished them this morning.

“I’m mostly sorted, thanks.” He nods slowly in response. “Do you…?”

He lifts a brow, encouraging you to continue. Anvil is the closest thing you have to a pack, meaning Billy is the closest thing you have to an alpha, and your pre-heat omega brain is urging you to provide for him.

“Do you want to come in for some coffee?”

He glances down subtly towards his watch and warmth blooms over your skin as you remember that he has to get to work soon. Unlike you who has been given the entire week off.

“Sorry- I’ll let you get to work.”

He places his hand firmly on your door to prevent you from shutting it as you step backwards.

“No, no. I’d love a coffee,” he says, pausing to look into your eyes. “If that’s okay?”

You nod, leaving the door open for him to follow you into your apartment.

Selecting your two favourite mugs, you begin making the coffee, aware of Billy unbuttoning the front of his jacket before he rests his elbows casually on your kitchen island. The weight of his eyes on you send a flood of warmth through your body and you pick up the box of patches.

Gesturing lightly with the box, you don’t dare to risk a glance at him as you say,

“You don’t mind if I…?”

He shakes his head resolutely.

“Not at all.”

As the kettle simmers on the stove, you retreat to your bedroom. In your eagerness to remove your sweatpants, the cuffs remain stuck to your ankles, and you wrestle with the fabric frantically for a moment. Once you’re done, a thin sheen of sweat is glossing over your brow which you wipe away with your palm.

Rummaging through your closet, you tug out a part of loose cotton shorts and pull them on.

The patches you buy can be placed anywhere on your body, but for you the dose is most effective on your inner thighs. Peeling the wrappers off hurriedly, you place one on each thigh and feel them instantaneously ease the discomfort that had been building in your body. A soft groan of relief rumbles in your throat as you tilt your head back, breathing heavily as you are finally able to relax.

Freshening up in the bathroom a little first, you feel a lot more put together as you return to the kitchen and continue making the coffee.

“Better?” he asks, his gaze dropping down momentarily to eye your bare legs.

“Yeah thanks.”

He nods with a small smile.

“No problem.”

“Thanks for giving me the week off,” you add as you pour his mug of coffee.

He shakes his head, offering you a nod of appreciation as you nudge his steaming mug towards him.

“I’ve told you before, you don’t gotta thank me for that.”

“I know. But you don’t have to give me the week off.”

He shrugs casually, sipping on his coffee. There’s a pleased hum from Billy as he swallows the drink and internally you preen at the thought of pleasing him.

“You always make sure my schedule’s clear during my rut,” he reasons.

That’s true. Billy’s rut only usually lasts a few days, and you hum quietly in acknowledgement before you speak without thinking.

“A week on Tuesday. We started syncing a few months ago.”

Syncing usually happens when an unmated alpha and omega spend the majority of their time together, ensuring that your cycles wouldn’t coincide with one another’s.

Billy raises a brow at you, the corner of his mouth twitching when he observes you realise what you had just said.

“I know it’s got nothing to do with me, but I’m glad you don’t take suppressants. I’ve seen too many omegas make themselves miserable for the sake of pretending to be a beta.”

Looking down, you shrug lightly, not disagreeing with him but still feeling the need to defend omegas who do take them. Suppressants don’t stop a heat from happening, but they remove the scent and make the symptoms easier to manage, so that most omegas can continue with their daily lives during their heat. For some omegas, like you, the negative side effects outweigh the positives, but you can understand the benefits.

“Sometimes they’re the safest option.”

“I know,” he says softly. There’s a level of understanding in his tone that makes you frown.

Billy has always been a considerate boss when it comes to the differences between you and some of his other employees. Due to the nature of the business, there aren’t many omegas working at Anvil. The majority of the field operatives and trainers are all alphas, with a handful of betas. Even on the administrative side of things, it’s mostly betas. The number of omegas can probably be counted on both your hands, which is something that you think bothers Billy.

Aside from the private military services, a lot of Anvil’s clients are omegas, or high-ranking alphas looking for extra protection for their mate. There are times where Billy comes off as intimidating but having you by his side always seems to ease the tension from some of the more nervous clients – the omegas seeking protection from abusive or unstable alphas.

Shifting in your seat, you try to ignore the slick in your panties, hoping that Billy won’t notice the scent. Billy is ridiculously observant and highly tuned into what an omega needs. The moment a distressed omega is in his vicinity, he seems to know.

He swallows down the last of his coffee and you don’t want him to leave.

“I finished off those reports,” you say, eager to continue talking with him even for a few moments longer.

He frowns slightly.

“No more work from now onwards until you’re back in the office.”

When you smile at him, he gives you a look that has you sighing.

“Okay.”

He smiles, standing up and placing his mug in the sink.

“Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem.”

He hesitates.

“I’ll send you a text in a few days, just to check in.”

You nod. Billy is somewhat aware of how your heats end up. The worst is usually over after the first two days.

“Thanks.”

“Look after yourself, alright?”

“I will.”

»»---------------------►

The moment Billy sees you calling his mobile he presses the answer button, standing up from his desk mid-conversation with the senator and turning to face the window as he says your name. The high-pitched whine that he gains in response sends a thrum of need through his body, but he needs a verbal confirmation that you aren’t hurt before he allows himself to indulge in thoughts of you.

He repeats your name and when you don’t respond he does something he’s never done to you before, putting a commanding edge into his voice as he says,

“Omega? Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Billy. I need you.”

A pathetic half-cry half-sob escapes your lips, and when it reaches Billy’s ears he clenches his jaw so hard he feels it in the base of his skull. He breathes out slowly.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s so bad Billy. I’m so wet and empty and I can’t finish by myself.”

With Billy’s ears hyper focusing on every minute sound from your end of the line, he can hear the sound of your wetness as you slide your fingers erratically, chasing your pleasure. A low groan rumbles in the back of his throat that he fights to suppress.

“You tried your fingers?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“And your toys too?”

He hears you huff with a small growl as you snap weakly,

“Yes Billy. I can’t do it.”

There isn’t much bite to your words, but the fact that you’re talking back at him means you aren’t thinking clearly. Billy needs to bring you back to yourself enough to talk to him coherently.

“I don’t like that tone, sweetheart,” he says sternly. Then his voice softens, “I know you’re hurting but you need to be patient for me. Alright?”

“Sorry, Billy.”

He doesn’t like the sound of you whimpering so sadly.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna count to ten and you’re gonna breathe for me, alright? In for one, out for two.”

He talks you through the rest of the numbers, counting upwards until your breathing is less frantic and your whines have stopped. Billy stays quiet once he’s done, listening to your bed sheets rustling as you sit up.

“Billy?”

There’s confusion in your voice and the sound is clearer - you must have placed the phone up by your ear to talk to him.

“Hey sweetheart. How you feeling?”

“Awful.” He hears you breathe out a small laugh before you pause to think. “Did I call you?”

“Yeah you did. You were having a bit of a frenzy.”

“Shit. Billy, I’m so sorry-”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“What?”

Billy can’t stop himself from smirking at the dumbfoundedness in your voice, as his question catches you off guard.

For a moment, all you can do is stammer over your words but Billy gives you time.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper quietly.

“And if I wanna help you?”

“You’re at work.”

“I’m the boss, sweetheart. I can leave right now if you want me to.”

He can hear you thinking it over and he wonders whether your worry about being a nuisance will be overruled by the need between your thighs.

“I want you to.”

»»---------------------►

It seems like forever before Billy arrives at your apartment.

His scent and the sound of his voice are what alert you to his presence, even before the knock on your door is encouraging you to tug on a bathrobe and hurry to the door.

In the back of your mind, you’re aware that he’s talking to someone in the corridor but that hardly matters to you as you open the door and wrap your arms around his neck. He catches you immediately, firm hands on your waist as you press yourself against his chest and nuzzle your nose into the hollow of his throat.

He chuckles quietly and the motion of it sways your body as you cling to him.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Missed you so much,” you mumble into his shirt, breathing in the scent of him.

The sound of someone saying your name draws your attention somewhat back to the present and you turn your head to see Emily, the beta that lives next door to you and always handles your deliveries when you’re in heat. She also wards away any alphas who linger too long beside your front door.

“I didn’t know you had an alpha,” Emily says.

A purr rumbles in your throat as you absentmindedly begin to nuzzle against him once again. Then you nod.

“I asked him to come over.”

He flashes her a smile that has you weak in the knees.

“Billy Russo.”

She nods.

“Okay, Billy Russo. But if you even think about hurting her…”

Billy removes his hands from you, holding them up in surrender as he nods.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. She’s more than just an omega to me.”

Weakly, you tug on his tie, fidgeting with the luxurious material as you struggle to remain focused on their conversation and wish it would be over soon.

Luckily, Emily seems to be appeased by the charming alpha and before you know it Billy is stepping into your apartment.

Alphas are naturally strong and you know that being a marine had allowed Billy to hone his strength to an almost supernatural level. As a result, it feels like the easiest thing in the world when he lifts you into his arms, your legs curling around his waist instantly.

“You came,” you sigh. He smiles at you.

“Course I did. I said I would, didn’t I?”

His forehead grazes against yours, the tip of your nose almost touching his.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“Please.”

The moment your lips meet, pleasure buzzes in the back of your head, threading its way down your spine, and you moan softly. His mouth moves leisurely, but you can sense how eager he is with each determined tilt of his head in an attempt to get closer to you.

He sets you down at the threshold of your bedroom and a rush of self consciousness prickles over your skin as he observes the tangle of blankets and sheets and cushions that consist of your nest.

He presses a kiss to your temple and you shiver as he asks softly,

“You mind if we change these sheets first? They smell like frustration - need some happy smells for a little omega to relax on.”

You nod.

As Billy gets to work, tugging the sweat soaked sheets off your mattress, you walk over to the side of the room and switch on both your nightlight and air freshener.

He opens up your side cabinet, picking up the bottle of cologne that sits there. The same cologne he wears to work.

All omegas have a comfort scent, something that helps soothe them on lonely nights before they find their mate, and you’re one of the lucky ones that has found their comfort in a bottle that can be spritzed onto your pillow.

Billy sprays a little into the air above your mattress, allowing the tiny drops of fragrance to linger in the air and settle into the fabrics of your nest.

“You’re good at this,” you say softly. “Knowing what I need but still asking for permission for the important stuff.”

His presence alone has reduced some of the burning need inside you, though you both know that this calm won’t last long.

Billy keeps his eyes low as he soothes out a wrinkle in the sheets, shrugging lightly as he says,

“Lotta omegas present early when they have a dysfunctional pack dynamic and the group home I grew up in was run by a beta.”

Aside from mentions of Frank - an alpha he served with - Billy has never talked about his family. He gives Anvil the same dedication that would be given to an alpha’s pack, and now you understand why.

“You grew up in a group home?” He nods and there’s a small pause before you ask, “Is that why you don’t like the idea of suppressants?”

He lifts his eyes up to meet yours. Then he nods again.

“Kids shouldn’t have to deal with meds like that.”

Nodding in agreement, you sit down in front of him as he settles himself against your headboard.

“You’re a good alpha, Billy.”

He smiles softly as he loosens his tie, pulling the fabric away from his throat before he begins to unbutton his shirt.

“Yeah?” he breathes out.

Staring down at his throat, you hum as you nod.

“Why do you think that?”

A frown creases at your brows as you register his question. Knowing why Billy is a good alpha is the easiest answer in the world, but the sight of his bare chest has you scrambling for words.

“Because you’re strong and kind and you protect so many omegas. You make me feel safe.”

He hands you his shirt and suit jacket, giving you an encouraging nod to add the clothes into your nest. His scent fills your nose and you try your hardest not to moan.

His chest is smooth and the urge to lick over his skin, leaving bite marks and scratches, is almost too much to bear. There’s a few scars littered over his body and you want to kiss every single one of them.

Once he’s completely naked, and you’re enveloped by his scent, he hooks a finger under the edge of your bathrobe that’s hanging onto your shoulder. He nudges it down, and the silky material pools around your body.

“Look at you,” he breathes out.

His gaze falls downwards, to the spot between your thighs, and you flush with realisation when you see your legs already parted widely as you kneel in front of him, presenting your glistening wetness to him.

“Turn around.”

Confusion fills your features as you stare at him but after a small pause you do as you’re told.

“Come lie with me.”

Soon you’re lying with your back against his chest, his arms around your stomach as your ass sits perched on his adonis belt. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek and your entire body heats up within seconds, melting your coherency.

Billy smiles, hooking his legs over yours to spread them wide. He traces his fingers over your inner thigh.

“Little omega, you want to touch yourself like this, or d’you want me to do it?”

Dropping your head backwards onto his shoulder, you whine pitifully before responding,

“Can you do it, please?”

He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Of course, pretty girl.” He reaches down to peel off the patches stuck to your skin. “Let’s take these off first…” He stills when your fingers curl around his wrist to stop him. “Something wrong?”

“If you take them off, it’ll get worse.”

He shakes his head, smoothing his thumb gently over the material of the patch and you shiver at the warmth of his touch.

“Sweetheart, look how faded they are, they’re not helping you anymore.”

He’s right. The patches have gone from a soft tan colour to almost completely white. Giving him a nod, you whimper quietly as he begins to remove them.

In your desperation, you had stuck two on each thigh and by the time Billy has finished peeling them carefully from your skin your slick has smeared all over his stomach and you’re burning with need and embarrassment.

His finger slides in easily and a gasp chokes you as he reaches a spot further inside you than your own hands have ever reached. He moans softly against your ear, mouthing a few kisses over your jawline.

He curls his finger and you cry out. Canting your hips forward, you writhe against his touch as he begins to thrust into you.

“Shit, sweetheart. I’m not sure if you could take my knot.”

“I could,” you protest with a breathy sigh.

“Yeah? Brave little omega wants to take my knot?” You nod. “Convince me.”

He reaches down to the spot underneath your pussy, stroking the length of his cock slowly with one hand.

“Cream over my cock, make it nice and messy for me, then I’ll think about fucking you with it.”

He rests his palm over your abdomen, fingers curling down over your mound to circle your clit and you jerk violently in his arms.

The sweat glossing over your skin is clammy, though you’re hardly aware of anything except how close you are to the edge, your stomach swooping every time you think you’re about to peak.

“There we go, good girl, be a good girl for me.”

He presses a delicate kiss to the side of your neck and you cry out as your climax hits you. Whispering his name over and over, you succumb to the pleasure as it floods through your veins, down to your clenching pussy. His touches remain gentle as he coaxes your bliss into a simmering heat.

When he withdraws his finger you whine, especially when he gathers your slick together and begins to stroke himself using the mess you’ve made to glide his hand over the length of his cock.

“Billy,” you breathe out in a sigh as your eyes flutter closed.

“You okay?” he asks, his jaw tight with tension. Even while pleasuring himself, your comfort is the most important thing.

Rolling over, you drape your body against his, your breasts hanging near his face as you look down at him.

“Alpha, I want you.”

Taking his lower lip into your mouth, you give him a small nip with your teeth, and he growls.

Before you can even understand what’s happening, your back is pressed to the mattress with your hands pinned by your head with Billy’s cock slapping against your entrance as he grinds downwards.

As he pushes his cock inside you, everything else in your mind is removed. The only sensation you’re aware of is the sweet drag of friction as more of him enters your body. There’s so much.

“Breathe, sweetheart.”

A shuddering gasp wracks your body as you inhale raggedly. When Billy releases your hands, you reach up and grasp at your pillow, nails biting into the soft fabric.

With his hands now free, he squeezes both of your breasts, simultaneously groping them, pinching and rolling your nipples as you lie pinned down by his cock. It’s the perfect level of stimulation and it has your body barrelling towards another orgasm at an almost frightening speed. This has never happened before and you fear you won’t recover from this.

“Your heat makes you sensitive, doesn’t it?” he asks, breathing heavily as you nod. “Then it’s okay to cum again.”

“Billy I can’t-”

“Yeah you can. Just relax, omega.”

He groans as your second orgasm hits you, your pussy clenching weakly around his cock as your poor body attempts to adjust to the size of him.

Tears spill down your cheeks as his finger slides inside you, opening you up even further. He shushes you softly, a stark contrast to the wicked grin on his face as his finger presses against your tight walls, the digit almost suffocated by his cock.

“Easy, sweetheart, just gotta stretch you open for my knot.” The thought of taking his knot, feeling the stretch of it being pushed into you, has a glassiness filling your eyes. “You’ve already done such a good job, making it all slick and messy for me.”

“Billy…”

He hushes you.

“It’s alright. I know. I’m gonna take care of you.”

He slides another finger into you and uses them both to stretch you open even further. Gasping at the sensation, you throw your head back, bearing your neck for him.

He growls, lowering his face into the crook of your neck as he rocks his hips forward harshly. As his knot slides into you, your mouth drops open into a soundless cry.

He continues to rock his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging that sweet spot that has you clenching tightly with every thrust, all while his knot ensures that he remains snugly inside you.

Billy’s mouth descends on yours and the sound of fabric ripping is a distant memory as you sink your hands into his hair, urging him closer.

Both of you are panting frantically as you move against one another, chasing your pleasure. Billy growls and swears quietly, whilst you moan loudly and cry out his name.

His pubic bone grinds against your clit and you gasp into his mouth. He cups the back of your head as he bites down on your lower lip, grinning as you whine.

With his other hand he squeezes your breast before he trails his fingers down your side to grasp tightly onto your hip.

Electricity sparks down your spine, and you trace your hands down his chest, digging your nails into his shoulders as you cling to him, before you leave a trail of red lines over his skin.

He groans loudly and you clench at the sound of him so wrecked. His hair hangs down over his forehead, the perfect strands ruffled this way and that by your frantic hands.

His cheeks are flushed, his lips pink and kiss swollen as he breathes heavily. Dark brows furrowing, his mouth parts, then he grits his teeth in a near snarl.

“I’m close,” he rasps.

“Inside, alpha please.”

“Fuck.”

He presses his forehead against your collarbone, his breaths hot and heavy over your skin as he continues to swear quietly and you feel him shudder.

Nails digging into his hips, you urge him closer as he spills inside you, his hot spend filling you which sends you over the edge for the third time. Reeling from your high, you slump back onto the mattress and Billy lowers himself carefully over you, propping himself up with his elbows.

Without thinking, you smooth his hair back into place, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

He smiles at you, his chest still heaving slightly with each breath. It’s thrilling seeing him like this, so worked up by you.

He tilts his face towards your palm and you begin to play with his ear, absentmindedly running your fingertips over the soft cartilage there. His eyes flutter closed as you run your finger over the shell of his ear, before you rub affectionately over his jaw. The scratch of stubble there sends a tingle down your arm.

“Want me to stay inside for a little?” he asks quietly, his voice rasping slightly in his throat. You nod.

“Please.”

He presses a kiss to your hand as you continue your exploration of his face.

Hands still shaking from the adrenaline, you trace over his nose and smooth down each of his eyebrows. There’s no frown lines marring his features in this moment and you smile softly at the sight of him so relaxed.

Once he finally does pull out, the action is accompanied by a flurry of kisses over your cheeks which makes your smile widen despite the pinch of discomfort.

“Come on,” he says with a sigh as he begins to move out of bed.

He chuckles when you loop your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face against his lower back as you prevent him from leaving. He gives your forearms a small squeeze before he pulls away from your hold.

When you whine, he turns around and cups your face between his palms. Without warning, he manhandles you into his arms, carrying you towards the bathroom as you shriek in surprise.

He leaves you to do your business in the bathroom, reappearing with fresh towels while you’re washing your hands. His cheeks flush a little when you take it upon yourself to clean him up, wiping a damp flannel gently over his skin.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen Billy shirtless. Usually after training sessions at Anvil he’ll end up tugging it off as he heads into his office, meaning you’ve caught a few glimpses of his bare chest or abs.

But now you have the opportunity to study every inch of him and you find yourself tracing your fingers lightly over the scar on his shoulder. It’s bigger than most of the others on his body.

Billy keeps his eyes low as he speaks quietly to you.

“At the group home, there was this guy who used to visit a lot. None of us kids had a proper alpha in our lives and we all flocked to him.”

The corner of his mouth lifts ever so slightly before a shadow passes over his features. He rolls his shoulder lightly and you feel the muscle shift beneath your fingers.

“I was a small kid with a pretty face. He thought I was an omega.”

“Billy,” you breathe out softly, placing a hand gently on his forearm. As an omega, you’re well aware of what happens when a bad alpha thinks they can take advantage of an omega.

“I didn’t submit to him, even managed to land a few good hits before he broke my arm.”

“Does it still hurt?”

When Billy meets your eyes a shiver rolls down your spine. He shakes his head.

“It’s a little sensitive every now and then.”

Standing on tiptoe, you press a soft kiss to his collarbone, the spot just beside his scar.

“Thank you for looking after me, Billy,” you whisper.

He cups the back of your head, keeping your eyes on his as he says,

“You don’t have to thank me for this.”

His thumb rubs a small circle over the sensitive spot under your ear, right where the mating gland is, and your eyes grow heavy as a deep sense of contentment settles into your body.

“Let’s get to bed, hm?” he suggests.

With a sleepy nod, you take Billy’s hand and allow him to lead you to bed where your combined scents allow you to sink into a blissful sleep with Billy’s arms curled around you protectively.

»»---------------------►

Blinking awake, you mentally prepare yourself to be soaked with sweat, your thighs damp with arousal and desperate for Billy to fill you up again. Stretching a little, you frown when you don’t feel any of that.

“Billy?”

“Hm,” he hums, words muffled by sleep as he shifts closer to you, burying his face into your neck. “Yeah ‘mega?”

“My heat’s gone.”

He lifts his head up, frowning.

“Gone?”

He lowers his nose down to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as he traces his way along your throat.

“You’re still in heat, sweetheart. I can smell it.”

“Well it doesn’t feel like it.”

“What do you-”

His voice breaks off suddenly and you feel him stiffen. A stab of hurt plunged into your chest as Billy untangles himself from around your body.

Then his hands trace over your neck, tilting your chin from side to side as he examines the skin there with a deep frown.

“I didn’t bite you, did I?”

Puzzlement evident in your eyes, you shake your head. When he doesn’t find a mark on your neck, he lowers his attention to your shoulders and collarbone. Once again, he doesn’t find anything.

Still feeling half asleep, and confused, you place your hand over Billy’s chest.

“Billy? What’s wrong?”

He breathes out shakily before he lifts his gaze to meet your eyes.

“I think we’re mates.”

That makes you pause.

“But you didn’t bite me…” A frown creases at your brows and you look over Billy’s neck and chest quickly before you add, “…and I didn’t bite you.”

He nods.

“I know.”

Soulmates are practically unheard of - an alpha and omega that don’t need a bonding mark to become a mated pair. But that’s the only reasonable conclusion for why the symptoms of your heat have vanished.

The bewilderment you feel is mirrored in Billy’s dark eyes and the two of you breathe out a small laugh as you lean into one another. Mouths meeting in a kiss, you thread your fingers through his hair and he tugs you closer as you both smile.

Billy is your mate and you are his.

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[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 4)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I appreciate all the love for this story so far. I love you guys.

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Billy’s finger restlessly tapped on the table, his eyes glued to the door. He felt like a tightly wound coil about to snap.

“Relax, Bill,” Frank murmured, giving him a worried look.

“You really gonna tell me to relax right now, Frankie? I finally found my mate and she doesn't seem to feel a goddamn thing,” he huffed, his eyes cutting to his best friend who sighed before Billy glanced back at the door. The Council wasn’t here yet so he didn’t mind talking so freely. He was sitting at the long dining table, at the head of it of course. Usually, his friends had their own seats around it near him, the Council sitting on the other end if he needed them to join him. Most of the time, he didn’t. This time though, he’d switched up the seating and he knew it was for one reason. You. Frank was to his left but the seat to his right was left vacant. Next to Frank was Karen and then Curtis. Micro, his Delta, wouldn't be attending as he was busy with the guards. At first, he’d intended on Komos sitting at the head of the table at the other end as a show of respect as the Alpha. But when his personal maid Azalea had overheard his plans of splitting you up with you next to him, she’d gently advised him that you were incredibly close to your Alpha and Gamma, that you probably wouldn't like being away from them. So he’d left the seats near you open for them as well and the Council would sit on the other end of the table, Viktor no doubt sitting at the head of the table. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since he’d seen you. He’d never been in the castle when you and your pack had come for meetings, he was always busy, always had something to do. But this time he’d been in his room and he’d felt it. It was a pull so strong he hadn’t been able to ignore it and his wolf had been yapping away in his head. So he’d gotten up and followed it, to see what was tugging at him so hard. Faint wisps of vanilla and peach had wrapped around him, a woodsy undertone and he’d felt like he was being called by your scent like a siren call. He’d come to the grand hallway, the one with the stained glass window, and there you were. He’d been in awe of your beauty and he knew instantly who you were, what you were. His wolf had been chanting mate over and over in his head. He’d watched you as you looked at the window, looking enraptured with the story it told with your wide curious eyes. And then he’d seen you knock the vase right over. He’d found your reaction adorable but you were worried and he wanted to put you at ease. His feet had carried him over without him even realizing. He’d expected some recognition from you, yet he’d gotten nothing. Not because he was King, he liked the fact you had no idea just who he was, it meant you spoke to him freely. But you were his mate. He’d felt it so strongly yet you’d looked at him like any other wolf and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Karen had carefully reminded him all of what you’d been through. The Council had vetted the Nomad pack thoroughly before he agreed to make them an official pack so he knew about you and the Alpha and Gamma, the three founding members and what led you to be together. Your entire pack had been massacred at the hands of rogues. As a small child, you’d seen your own parents ripped limb from limb by those savages. He thought he couldn't possibly hate rogues any more than he already did but he was wrong. Knowing how much they’d hurt you, how they traumatized you, he wanted them all dead. But Karen had suggested that maybe that trauma had damaged you somewhat. That maybe you didn't feel the bond, at least not yet. Maybe it would take time. It didn’t help that because he was more than just a wolf, he felt the bond ten times stronger than what was normal. The idea that you felt nothing at all was so painful to him that he didn’t know how to handle it. He could just tell you but you could easily reject him. If you felt nothing, why would you believe him or care? He couldn't take that pain, he wouldn't be able to handle it, so instead, he’d just wait and see if your wolf recognised his as her mate. He had to trust his mother with this, had to trust it would work out and that all this waiting wasn't for nothing. 

The door opened and he tensed, his body deflating when he saw the Council walk in. If he was honest, he didn’t really want them here. They weren’t fond of the Nomad pack and he could tell from how Viktor behaved with you after the vase that you didn’t like them either. They bowed their heads and he waved them off, gesturing to the seats as Azalea showed them where to sit. 

“Azalea, could you please go and see if the Nomad pack are ready?” he asked softly. She looked at him with a shy smile before nodding, giving him a curtsy he’d told her too many times she didn’t need to give before she scurried from the room. 

“I’m not surprised they’re late,” Frederik muttered, turning his nose up as he huffed. Billy pushed down the snarl that almost ripped from him and he could feel Curt and Frank’s nervous eyes flit to him.

“Watch your tongue, Frederik or I might have to rip it out,” he smirked darkly and the man paled, looking shocked as his eyes drifted to the other Councilmen before down at the table. 

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. I just mean to say that they follow their own rules,” he said quickly, not looking at him.

“They’re here, they’ve agreed to help us with the war. What more do you want? They’re uprootin’ their entire lives, their pack, to help us. Bein’ five fuckin’ minutes late for dinner ain’t the end of the world,” he seethed as his eyes darkened. He knew he was overreacting at the small comment and he could have ignored it, should have ignored it. Yet his wolf was clawing away at his insides over the dig at his mate and he couldn't let it go. While the Council made their distaste known right to your faces, he knew they wouldn't outright be so disrespectful to you, mostly because you’d take them down in a heartbeat if it ever came to it. When he realized who you were back in that hallway, he’d been awestruck. He’d heard stories of the Beta of the Nomad pack, he knew just how lethal you could be. You were known for your grace, and stealth out there and you could take on a bunch of wolves all by yourself with no problems. You weren't the Alpha but you were the one everyone feared the most. The Dancer Of Death.

‘Chill out, brother,’ Curtis mindlinked him and he rolled his shoulder, blowing out a breath. 

‘I’m fine’, he answered, trying to get himself in check. The only people to know he’d found his mate were those closest to him. He didn’t want everyone knowing before you did, it wasn’t right. He knew the Council were nosey fuckers and he didn’t want them in his business. He’d given them power to do what they do and they were good at it, taking some of the stress away from him by dealing with things. But it didn’t mean he wanted them to know about you, not yet. The door opened again and Azalea walked in, standing off to the side as Kosmos walked inside. Billy respected the man for what he’d done, pulling together a pack like he had and he knew he cared about his people. He was a good Alpha. Behind him was his Gamma, Atticus and then you walked in. You had a little frown on your face and you tugged on your dress. He felt how uncomfortable you were a mile away and it made his stomach sink. The full extent of the mate bond wouldn't be felt until the mating ritual was complete. This would create a mindlink and you’d feel each other's emotions as if they were your own. With him being different, with things being more intense for him, he could already feel your emotions, even if only faintly. He wanted to smack himself. He should have known you didn't want to wear a dress but he hadn't really put too much thought into it, he’d made the choice before he’d met you. But he remembered comments from the Council, remembered how Alaric had spoken about how you never wore dresses and how unladylike it was. He thought it was bullshit. Some of his warriors were women and while they’d wear dresses for certain occasions, they mostly wore pants. But now he was watching you looking uncomfortable and out of place as Azaela led you into the room. He noticed how you gave the girl a smile, looking right to her eyes which most wolves never bothered to do with the staff. Despite how much you clearly hated the dress, you looked amazing, like a Goddess and he couldn't take his eyes off you. He knew in his heart that he'd never seen anyone more beautiful than you.

“Your Majesty,” Kosmos said as he bowed his head, Atticus and you following suit. 

“Kosmos, welcome. Take a seat,” he smiled warmly, trying to put you all at ease. He might be King but he didnt want you to be too cordial with him. This was supposed to be a celebration after all. Azalea showed Kosmos where he was sitting, gesturing next to him for Atticus before the chair next to Billy for you. He watched with rapt attention as you blinked at the chair, eyes briefly flitting to him before back to the girl. He couldn't get a full read on you, your emotions like a faint whisper in the breeze now. You moved over to the chair, sitting down with your hands in your lap. You looked so different to the girl he’d met earlier but he’d seen the change in you the second you knew who he was. He didn't like it. Didn't like the idea that you really thought he’d hurt you over as something as stupid as breaking something. When he’d found out his statue had been decapitated, he’d found it hilarious. He’d hated that thing. 

“Thank you for joinin’ me today. As the Council have already told you, this is a celebration. I’m honored to have your pack here to help with what's coming,” Billy said sincerely, looking at Kosmos before Atticus and then at you. When your eyes met his, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He couldn't tear his eyes away as you just blinked at him and Frank cleared his throat. 

“I’m Frank, King William’s Beta, and this is my mate Karen,” Frank piped up, trying his best to give them a friendly smile even though he always looked a little mean. 

“I’m Curtis, the Gamma,” Curtis said, an easy smile on his lips.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Kosmos said with a nod, still looking a little tense. It didn’t escape Billy how all of your eyes kept flitting to the Council and the urge to kick them out was gnawing at him. He wondered how relaxed you’d all be if they weren't here.

“You already know who we are, but it’s nice to see you out of the meeting room,” Viktor smiled but he knew it wasn't really genuine. He saw you roll your eyes and as Azalea poured out the wine, you snatched your glass and drank it in one. Karen being Karen tried to ease the tense atmosphere by asking questions and keeping conversation going even though it was only Kosmos that seemed to answer her. She was asking him about the pack, stuff she probably already knew but he knew she was doing it to try and settle things down. 

“So, Your Majesty… Y/N told me she broke your vase,” Atticus piped up after a while. He had an amused smile on his face and you scowled at him.

“She definitely broke it but it wasn’t mine so I’m not upset about it,” he answered with a chuckle, still wanting to put you at ease about it. 

“She does that a lot, she’s a bit of a clutz someti-” his words were cut off by a loud thump and he yelped. He was pretty sure you just kicked him and Kosmos lowered his head as he shook it, rubbing between his brows. You and Atticus tensed, eyes darting to Kosmos and Billy mused he’d mindlinked you both, no doubt telling you off if your faces were anything to go by. 

“How inappropriate,” Frederik muttered into his glass but everyone heard it and the three of you tensed up.

‘Don’t’, Frank mindlinked him urgently, feeling the rage that swept through Billy’s body. He blew out a breath, clutching his glass so tight he was surprised it didn’t shatter. 

“So, I heard you have a pack member who’s pregnant? We have a really good medical care facility here,” Karen said quickly, trying to divert the conversation. 

“My apologies, Your Majesty, but shouldn't we be talking about more important matters? Like the impending war?” Alaric asked sourly, looking at him briefly but not able to keep eye contact.

“I thought this was a celebration dinner? Surely depressing topics like war are inappropriate,” you remarked with a sardonic smile aimed at the Council and Billy couldn’t suppress his smirk even if he tried. The man looked shocked to be spoken to so out of turn and his eyes darted to Billy as if waiting for him to say something about it.

“She’s right, Alaric. This isn't the time nor place to discuss such things,” he shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. He noticed how the three men looked to one another, clearly unhappy and confused by what was going on. 

“If you’d excuse us, Your Majesty. We’re finished and we have things to tend to,” Viktor muttered, bowing his head.

“You’re excused,” Billy replied with a nod and the men all got up, leaving their empty plates behind and Azalea hurried to take them away. All three of you relaxed instantly and Billy was glad they were gone. 

“Thank the Gods for that,” Atticus muttered and you looked at him with wide eyes before glancing quickly at Billy. He hated how you still seemed so fearful of him now, he wanted you to look at him how you had before you knew he was the King.

“I’m sorry for Atticus, Your Majesty. It seems he’s forgotten how to behave,” Kosmos bit out, giving the boy a look that made him lower his head.

“Don’t be sorry. I know the Council can be a little intense but you don’t needa worry about them,” he said firmly and Kosmos nodded.

“We were told that our pack needs to be moved in by the end of the week.  I was hoping to be able to go and tell them the news personally rather than have your men do it. I’m unsure how they might take the news and I don’t usually make decisions without taking a vote,” Kosmos looked at him unwavering, not scared or cowering under his gaze and Billy respected him for that. He was also the only Alpha he knew of that took votes in a pack rather than just make all the decisions himself. 

“That won’t be a problem,” he answered with an easy smile and he saw Kosmos relax a little like he thought he might say no.

“I was thinking we could head out in the morning. The quicker we get out there, the quicker we can come back and get set up,” Kosmos suggested. Billy felt a pang in his chest at the idea of you leaving so soon, even if you would be back not long after. He couldn't help it. Now he’d found his mate, he didn’t want you out of his sight. 

“Works for me. Feel free to take some of my men if you need to and some transport. You're welcome to use as many horses and carriages as you need to make the move happen,” Billy nodded as he tried to stuff his feelings down. 

“Actually, I was hoping Y/N could stay,” Karen piped up, her tone calm yet firm.

“What?” you squeaked out, glass half to your mouth after Azalea had filled it back up. Billy’s eyes whipped to Karen, narrowing slightly as he wondered just what she was playing at. When he looked back at you, your eyes were wide as you stared at Karen. 

“With the Alpha gone to take care of pack business, you as Beta would fill his role here. I need to show you the medical facilities so we can arrange care for your pregnant pack member and I could use your help to get the house ready for everyone,” Karen smiled warmly and you did little else but blink at her. He could feel how uncomfortable you were as you shifted in your seat and tugged at your dress again. 

“I can stay too,” Atticus piped up, glancing between you and Karen. You shook your head slowly, sitting up a little straighter.

“No, it’s fine. Kosmos could use your help getting everyone together. It's going to be a lot, telling them we’re all moving and there's a war coming,” you murmured, giving him a meaningful look. Once again, Billy could tell you were talking through the mindlink before Atticus sighed and nodded. 

“You don’t haveta stay if you don't want to. You can always deal with all this when you get back,” Billy suggested as he gazed at you. While he didn’t really want you to leave, your discomfort was bringing him discomfort and he didn’t like it. He wanted you to be happy. You looked taken aback by his words and you gave him a smile. It was small but it filled his chest with so much warmth that he felt like he might burst into flames.

“It’s okay, thank you, Your Majesty,” you said softly. The urge to tell you to call him Billy clawed at him but he ignored it, knowing it wasn’t quite appropriate, not yet. While none of his friends would mind, they had to be professional here for now. There was always time for that later. 

“Thank you for your time, Your Majesty but I think we should retire for the night. We need to be up early in the morning,” Kosmos said politely and Billy nodded, already missing you before you’d left to your room.

“Thank you for comin’ here and thank you for agreein’ to help with this,” he murmured sincerely, his eyes landing on each of you but definitely lingering on you. You averted your eyes quickly and he didn’t like it. The three of you stood, bowing your heads before Kosmos made his way to the door with you and Atticus trailing behind him. He couldn't take his eyes off you the whole time, part of him hoping maybe you’d look back at him. One sign that maybe you felt something. But nothing happened as you slipped out of the door and he felt his chest burn.

“What the hell was that about?” Billy asked blandly as he turned his eyes to Karen. There was no real malice in his voice though, more exasperation at his friend. She leveled a look at him that only she could get away with giving the King.

“What was what?” she asked defiantly and his eyes narrowed a little.

“You know damn well what. Gettin’ her to stay here like that… They coulda sorted that shit out when they got back, there’s no need in her bein’ here,” he muttered and she rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re family, Billy and she’s your mate. That means she’s family too even if she doesn't know it yet. I want to get to know her, I want to bond with her. Is that such a bad thing? She's been through so much and I don’t need a connection with her to see how uncomfortable she was here. I don’t want her feeling that way. I want her to like us, to accept us. So excuse me for caring,” she huffed, her eyes ablaze. It made him lower his eyes, guilt burrowing in his chest. 

“Look… I get that, I do, but… She has no idea right now and I don't want her overwhelmed. I don’t want her runnin’ away because it’s all too much. You want her here and you wanna bond? That's fine. But don’t smother her and don’t tell her,” he sighed, giving her a pleading look. Her eyes softened a little and she nodded.

“I’m not interfering, okay? I just want to get to know her,” she murmured and he felt himself relax. The last thing he needed were his friends thinking they were doing him a favor by trying to rush things along. But he should have known Karen wouldn't do that, she was the one to point out all of the trauma you’d been through. She knew better than that. 

“Maybe you could spend some time with her once she’s done with Karen. She likes fightin’, right? Maybe you could get her to watch the trainin’ and shit, see the kinda stuff she’s gonna learn,” Frank suggested with a shrug. He felt nerves bloom in his stomach and it was ridiculous. It wasn't supposed to be like this with mates, they were supposed to recognise one another and connect right away. He hated this uncertainty. 

“Yeah… maybe,” he answered with a frown. He wasn't sure how to proceed with all of this, not when you clearly had your reservations about being here, about him. You feared him, thought he was cold and heartless, just like the stories. He didn’t want you to think that was all he was.

“It’d be good for you, man. The more time you spend with her, the more likely the bond will wake up with her,” Curtis pointed out carefully, an apprehensive look on his face. Billy knew he was right, if he just avoided you then you might never feel anything. He didn't want to avoid you but he was scared of being too much. 

After dinner, Billy was in his office. If he wasn’t seeing people in person, he was pouring over letters he got from all over the world from wolves who needed help. Wolves who were asking him to put in a word with his mother. He really didn’t like it, didn’t like that sometimes he had to write a letter back saying he couldn't help them. There were just some things that were meant to be and nothing could change that. He knew that himself. Maria and the kids were taken away cruelly and no matter how hard he begged his mother, no matter how much he cried, they couldn't come back. He knew that and yet he still tried. It made him think of you and the impending war. If you had the mating ceremony before it got bad, you could do the ritual to be immortal and he wouldn't have to worry so much. You could still be hurt, badly wounded, but not die. But that couldn't happen unless you realized you were mates. He heaved a sigh, rubbing between his brows as he set down a letter asking for a child to be healed when his door knocked.

“Enter,” he called out and the door opened, revealing Viktor as he bowed his head.

“Your Majesty,” he muttered as he stood in front of his desk.

“You can sit,” BIlly replied, waving his hand to the seat opposite him. Viktor sat and Billy could sense something was on his mind. He was nervous.

“What brings you here at this hour, Viktor?” he asked after a long drawn out silence. He still wasn't happy with the Council and how they’d behaved at dinner, but he had to remind himself that they had no idea the future Queen had been in their presence. 

“Your Majesty… The Council… we…” he trailed off, his eyes darting everywhere but at Billy and he grew impatient.

“Spit it out, Viktor,” he huffed, giving him a firm look that had the man squirming in his seat.

“We worry you made a mistake inviting the Nomad clan here to help us,” he admitted, finally meeting his eyes. Billy’s tongue swiped over his lower lip as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the man. It felt like rage swept through his entire being as his wolf snarled viciously and he did his best to keep it in check. He wasn't ready to tell the world he’d found his mate yet.

“And why’s that?” he drawled, raising a brow with his face stony. Viktor sat forward in his chair, a deep inhale seeming to steady him a little as he finally locked eyes with him.

“You saw how they behaved at dinner. They’re… uncivilized. Maybe they're good warriors but do we need them to live here? To be with our people? They’re rogues-” the man rambled and Billy slammed his hand on his desk so hard that a picture of him and Frank fell off with a clatter and the man jumped.

“They’re not rogues and if I have to tell you that again, we're gonna have a real big fuckin’ problem. You think they’re uncivilized? Why? Because they were jokin’ around at dinner? Because they weren't scared of me?” he asked darkly, his eyes flashing silver briefly and he had to quickly try and stuff the wolf back down before things got deadly. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself that the syringe was in the top drawer of his desk if he needed it. Seeing the shift in his eyes, the man sat back, eyes wide and he bowed his head. He could smell his fear, it filled the whole room and his wolf was practically purring over it. 

“We-We-We just want what's best for the Kingdom, Your Majesty. The castle is the most secure place and our Elite Warriors need to be safe. I don’t want anything to compromise that,” he muttered shakily. Billy blew out a breath, rolling his shoulder as he sat back in his chair. 

“And how would they comprise the castle? You think they’re workin’ for the vampires too? I put you in The Council ‘cause I thought you were smart. Rogues had a hand in most of the Nomad pack members bein’ alone, they hate them as much as we do. I’ve decided to have ‘em stay here and that’s final. If you have any problems with that, you keep them to yourself or you’ll have me to deal with. They’re guests here and you won't be makin’ them feel unwelcome. Are we clear?” he asked with a low and menacing tone. The man nodded, still averting his eyes as he trembled slightly.

“Good. Now leave,” he growled. Viktor didn’t need to be told twice, he jumped to his feet and scurried out of the door. It had been a while since Billy had to put any of the Council members in their place. It happened occasionally when they thought they knew better than him but he hadn't had to do it in a long while.

He knew he needed to get his shit together. He couldn't almost wolf out every time someone said something about you he didn't like, this shit was ridiculous. He was already so protective of you and you had no fucking clue about it. It wasn't even like you needed his protection, he knew you could handle yourself. When he’d been longing for his mate, he didn’t care what her status was. Didn’t care if she was a fighter or a healer or a lover. None of that mattered to him, he just wanted his mate. But it felt fitting somehow that it was you. All the tales he’d heard of you had earned his respect. He’d been in awe of all the stuff you’d done. It just felt right that you were made for him just as he was made for you, he just needed you to see it. Having blind faith in his mother was terrifying sometimes but he couldn't let it waver. He couldn't start to think his mother was so cruel to give him a mate who could never love him back, not when he’d spent so damn long yearning for love. He knew eventually you had to feel the bond, there was no other option. He couldn't live for all of eternity alone, couldn’t watch you die of old age or in battle because he’d never mated you. He shook his head as he pushed away from his desk, standing up and leaving his office. He really needed to clear his head, go for a run or something. All this overthinking was wiring him up and that was the last thing he needed. He just needed to let shit run its course and hope it worked out in the end. It was bad enough dealing with all the shit with the impending war, especially now the rogues and vampires were working together. The only other time this had happened was during the last war and the whole thing was so familiar, so reminiscent, that it made his bones ache. The rogues had killed his family and his hatred for them seeped into every pore of him, but while they had been the ones to physically kill them, it had been the Vampire King that had been pulling the strings. His hatred for that piece of shit knew no bounds, far worse than anything he might have felt for the rogues. It worried him. It worried him because he’d finally found his mate, who didn’t feel a damn thing for him, and it was right on the cusp of a war. He’d lost so much in the last war, so much that even though they technically won, it really didn’t feel like they won at all. But now he found you, he had far more to lose and it scared the shit out of him.

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