#king!reader

You stood beside the throne with your siblings as the people greeted your mother, the widowed queen. You were right beside her. Everyone turned to you directly after giving their condolences to her. You knew what everyone was thinking but nobody has yet to say it out loud.

You’re not the eldest child. You’re somewhere in the middle of roughly a dozen other siblings. Twelve children are a bit obsessive, right? Your parent must have loved making babies and raising kids. Well, not exactly.

In your kingdom, and all the kingdoms in the land, it is law that only an alpha could succeed the throne. While you had older brothers and sisters - and younger ones as well - you were the only one out of the liter to present as an alpha. Your presentation out ranked your older siblings who only presented as either betas or omegas.

So, the twelve siblings weren’t due to the fact that your parents loved children. They were trying to conceive a male alpha. It’s the only thing in their reign they failed in.

While the kingdom mourned the loss of your father - their king - you mourned the future you had planned. You mourned the freedom you could have had; the life you could have lived.

You knew tomorrow would be the coronation. They couldn’t afford to wait. If there was nobody on the throne when the enemy arrived, then it would be all too easy for them to take it. While your mother was still alive, she was only a grieving omega queen who didn’t truly understand the art of war and the politics of man. She played her own realm of politics. The king and queen had two very different jobs; she wouldn’t know what to do.

Your father, fearful that he would never conceive another alpha, taught you how to be king. He prepared for every possibility and knew that when the time came it wouldn’t matter that you were a female; the job would fall upon your shoulders. He needed you to be prepared; he needed to know the kingdom would be in good hands if he should fall.

Tomorrow you will be crowned king. Your mother will remain queen until you find your own omega to take her place. It wouldn’t be an easy task. The omega would have to be a male; they’re as rare as you are.

When the night was over, and everyone was dismissed you returned to your room. Your ladies helped take the pins from your hair and undress from your clothes. Despite it being modern times, you still found the corset to be a nice touch to pay homage to the past.

They asked you if you would need anything else; you declined and bade them good night. The instant the doors were shut the man hiding in the dark corner came to the light. When you looked at him the emotions from the day rushed forward. You didn’t have to put up a front with him. You trusted him implicitly.

“Come here, baby,” He whispers, beckoning you forward. With a few large strides you’re in his embrace. He holds you close, and you nestle into his shoulder. He doesn’t give you his condolences or give you false promises. The two of you are past such formalities.

The two of you end up in bed. You’re laying between his legs, your head on his chest. There’re no clothes keeping you from the skin-to-skin you desperately need. You close your eyes and listen to his steady heartbeat. He slowly combs his fingers through your hair; periodically massaging your head.

“We could still do it,” He whispers. Your heart drops instantly knowing what he’s talking about. “We could be across the ocean before they even knew you were gone,”

“They’d find us... Maybe not soon but they would,” You whisper back. “It would be a life on the run and when we’re dragged back how could I look at anybody knowing I left when they so desperately needed me?”

“How could you help them after they treated you?” He asks, the anger coming back to his voice as it always does when talking about this. 

“Frankie baby, you know it doesn’t bother me how they treated me,” You whisper, lifting your head. “It doesn’t matter what my personal feelings are. It’s my duty, my responsibility to take the throne.”

“And what about us?” Frank asks. Your legs move over his to straddle his waist. You move up his body and hover over his face. “I’m not exactly good for your image, baby,” 

“What?” You ask teasingly. You lay back down on his chest and move your head just to the side to rest on your palm. Frank’s head follows you, unwilling to break eye contact. “I think telling the world that my chosen mate is the famed Punisher is exactly the image I need,” You whisper only half joking. “Your reputation is world famous. Everyone would cower at the thought of you. Kingdoms would think twice about moving against us,”

“But I’m only a beta,” Frank whisper. You sigh. Your eyes fall shut and your head presses against his. He instinctively holds you closer.

“But you’re only a beta,” You mutter knowing it wouldn’t be enough to hold the crown. You needed an omega. Omega and alpha parings had nearly a large chance at producing an alpha offspring whereas alpha and beta pairings rarely conceived them.

“You’ll look beautiful tomorrow,” He whispers, gently changing the subject. “You’ll take the throne and kick ass. You’ll bring us back to peace, I just know it,”

If only he realized that in order to bring peace would to the kingdom would be to marry the enemy’s nephew - a prince who happened to be an omega. The rival king took his throne with much controversy. The previous king had died mysteriously paving the way for him to take it. It was supposed to be temporary until the prince was old enough. Only the prince is blind, and people are hesitant to put him on the throne.

However, you taking the throne is the perfect solution for them. With your marriage the war ends, an alliance if formed, and they hand off their blind prince. Your kingdom wasn’t crazy about having a blind queen, but they were desperate for an end to the war.

You were king. You wouldn’t be pushed into anything that you weren’t certain of. You agreed to a private meeting but guaranteed nothing more. It was enough to pacify the other kingdom into pausing the war.

“What’s his name?” Frank asks, watching you get ready.

“You know his name, Frank,” You mutter going your makeup. You refused to let your ladies help get you ready. You wanted as much time with Frank as possible.

“Tell me,” He demands. You bristle a little at the demanding tone, but you force yourself to calm. You look through the mirror and sigh.

“Matthew Murdock,” You whisper. Frank’s jaw ticks. “You knew this was going to happen,”

“Didn’t think it would be so soon,” He growls. Neither did you. You were only king for four months. Within those four months you were quickly proving to be an even harder opponent than your father in regard to the war. You were more ruthless and daring. The bloodiest war was becoming worse, but you were winning. If a truce could be made over marriage you would consider it.

You quickly finished your makeup before walking over to Frank. He was sitting on the side of the bed pouting. You gave him a small smile while gently taking his face in your hands.

“I love you, Frank Castle,” You whisper. He softens and grabs your hips greedily. “And no number of omegas will change that,” You promise.

“What if he doesn’t like me? What if he demands you send me off? I’m not supposed to be with you in the first place,” He mutter. You smirk resting your forehead against his.

“Every king has had their concubine,” You mutter teasingly. He lets out a quick laugh and tugs you into a kiss. “I’m king... I’m not going to let anyone chase you away or send you off,” You hand moves from his cheek to the collar of his shirt. He shivers when you pull it to the side. “I claimed you a long time ago, beta,” You growled possessively. He moans as your lips suck and your teeth nip at the mark. “You’re mine,” You growl reclaiming him.

Frank chokes on a moan, his fingers bruising your hips at the sudden rush of euphoria. He lets out a shaky breath struggling not to cum in his pants. Wanting him to do exactly that you nip at the fresh wound while suddenly palming him through his pants.

“Fuck-” Frank chokes again and cums in his trousers like a teenage boy. You hum approvingly and lap at the bite mark.

“Good boy,” You whisper. Frank couldn’t help but to preen at the praise as he rides through the blissfulness.

“You always pick the worst times to do that,” Frank grumbles, as you pull from his neck.

“Whatever do you mean?” You ask, tilting your head. He shivers again when his shirt brushes over the mark. “Just be happy I didn’t claim a new spot,”

“Then I’d never let you leave,” He growls.

You loved claiming Frank. He always made the sweetest sounds and produced the most intoxicating scent. He currently had four claiming marks. Every time you made a new mark the sex... damn, the sex was wild and insatiable. 

“I’m sorry I can’t stick around to help you clean up,” You whisper, running your thumb over his lips. “I’ll make it up to you when I come back,”

“If you come back smelling like that fucking omega then I’ll fuck you all night,” Frank growls.

“Promises, promises,” You wink. “I’ll be back tonight,” You gently kiss his lips and pull away before he could pull you into the bed. “Feel free to stay messy until I return,” You wink at him. “I wouldn’t mind coming back and licking you clean,”

Frank groans loudly and falls back onto the bed. You laugh slipping out of the bedroom.

“Have your way with that sexy beta?” Natasha asks, smirking knowingly as she finds you and matches your pace. You growl warning her to keep her voice down. Your inner circle knew about Frank - only those you would trust with your treasure - but everyone else was oblivious, hopefully.

“Is the car out front?” You ask. Natasha hums nodding.

“Yelena had it brought around. You sure you don’t want us coming with you?” She asks.

“I don’t want to arrive with an army,” you tell her. “Things are already tense, and this is neutral ground. I don’t want to break neutrality,”

“You honestly think he’ll be alone?” She asks.

“No,” You shake your head putting on some sunglasses as you stepped outside. You send Natasha a quick look. “And neither will I,” You mutter before walking to the car.

Natasha, having heard the message (follow and protect from a distance), instantly springs into action. Once the car is on the way she grabs Yelena, Kate, and Wanda. The four of them follow your orders and protect you from the shadows.

“Your majesty,” A man bows before you as you reach the destination.

“Has the prince arrived?” You question.

“Yes, he is inside. As I asked his guards, I must ask that yours remain out here,”

“I only brought my driver,” You inform him. You motion for Jarvis to return to the car before entering the building.

You had different expectations when you imagined meeting the prince. But finding out that the man in front of you is your destined omega was not one of them.

The instant you entered the building his scent wrapped around you. It surprised you so much that you were frozen in place. You breathed in deeply and it simply consumed you.

“Alpha,” His whimper strained as if he didn’t want to make a noise but couldn’t help it. Your eyes snapped open and zeroed in on him.

“Omega,” You growled closing the distance between the two of you. You didn’t touch him, but you stood as close as you could. You knew your eyes were dilated but you help your desires back. You didn’t want to startle him.

You lifted your hand, and as if he could sense it, he flinched away. You were hurt but you shushed him softly. He doesn’t move again as you close in on him.

“You’re so beautiful,” You whisper, gently running your fingers along his jaw. Matt shudders and instinctively moves into your touch. The light graze of your fingers seemed to open a flood gate. Matt needed you to touch him. He hadn’t had a gentle touch since he was a boy. The two minutes you’ve been in this room have been the most time he’s felt safe since before his father died.

“Alpha,” Matt whines twitching. He wants to touch you but fears of crossing a line. Reading his body language, you take a leap and pull him close.

Your arm slips around his waist and he takes that as a sign to give in. His head finds its way to your neck. You don’ realize you’ve been doing it but you’re purring to calm his anxieties.

Your arm tightens around his waist while your hand threads through his hair. He snuggles closer to you. He doesn’t want to hope but he can’t help it. For the first time he hopes he can get out of his kingdom. His kingdom of corruption and murder. He wasn’t a helpless omega. He tried to bring peace and squeeze out the corruption of his kingdom, but it proved to be impossible. His own family was at the heart of it all. Maybe with you he could actually have the power to change things instead of running around in a mask at night.

“Matthew,” You whisper. Matt hums pleasantly and nuzzles into your neck. “We have to talk about this,”

“I know,” He whispers back, tightening his grip around you. You smirk and shuffle him over to the comfortable love seat. You laugh softly as he straddles your lap and continues to snuggle into your neck.

“How likely is it that your king is going to end the war should we marry?” You ask.

“He will,” He whispers. “He’ll end the physical war, but he has plans to infiltrate your court. He’ll take your crown from the inside,”

“Do you want this marriage?” You ask him. “To leave your home and come to mine?”

You braced your hand against the cool stone of the hallway wall, trying to force the memory of this absolute embarrassment out of your consciousness. You felt a cold sweat creeping up your neck, and making itself known between your palm and the masonry. Your stiff legs carried you slowly towards your chambers. The distant sound of metal clattering across stone barely registered in your ears.

You needed to escape. Shink, shink, shink. The noise grew closer.

Shink, shink! You sorely regretted the fact that you’d never be able to show your face in Captain Ushijima’s presence ever again.

Speak of the devil… Suddenly, a gloved hand gripped your shoulder, forcing you to aboutface.

“‘Toshi!” you cried with surprise. The look on your face must have been priceless.

Ushijima loomed over you, eyes narrowing. You spoke the pet name so casually. Have you already forgotten your place?

Steel creaked between you as he shifted to grip your jaw. Cool metal brushed your throat. He knew just how tight to hold you. You shivered.

“S-sir,” you corrected yourself, just barely allowed to speak against Ushijima’s grip.

“You call that a coronation?” the Captain asked, ignoring your minor mistake in favor for the major one.

“Got crowned.. didn’t I?” you mumbled, smirking as best you could.

Ushijima’s eyebrow twitched briefly, a subtle crack in his stoic expression. “After all that practice I gave that mouth of yours,” he stated evenly, “and you still couldn’t manage one… measly… speech.” He stepped closer to you with every word, until your back was pressed against the cool wall. The Captain only stood a few inches taller than you, but god he knew how to make you feel small.

“Your ceremony isn't over just yet,” he added, “King.”

The honorary title burned hotly in your ears. Ushijima made it sound so good. He leaned back, releasing your jaw. With a tilt of his head, he beckoned you to follow him down the hall. By now, he knew the way to your bedroom better than you did. Once behind closed doors, the air between the two of you sunk into a heavy heat. Ushijima wasted no time pushing your body up against the thick wooden door. His sultry lips wrapped around your throat, warm breath fanning from his flared nostrils. His armored body was broad and heavy as he pressed against you, but his reckless mouth was what left you breathless.

Removing Ushijima’s armor was a ritual you were both fond of, and familiar with. You were less than gentle with each piece, discarding the steel shapes that cruelly contained Ushijima’s bare skin. The ornate metal clattered to the floor with urgency, muscle memory guiding your deft hands. The Captain’s mouth lingered on your collarbone, until you lifted the final layer of leather up over his head. The firelight from the lit hearth danced across his taut muscles. He looked absolutely delicious.

You leaned in to take a bite, but broad hands raised to your neck stopped you. “That pathetic mouth of yours hasn’t earned that just yet,” Ushijima muttered, roughly swiping a thumb across your lips. You finally bucked up the courage to meet his gaze, letting your jaw drift open slightly. His thick finger pushed past your lips with little resistance. He grunted as you latched on instantly, making a tight seal with your hollowed cheeks. Ushijima’s firm expression barely wavered as he looked down on you.

“You call yourself a king?” he asked sharply, “Yet here you are, so eager to suck me off like a common whore.” His thumb pressed down on your tongue, pinning it to your jaw. “The only one getting the royal treatment here… is me.”

With a flex of his bulging bicep he pulled you forward, leading you towards the bed. Your heart raced, skin buzzing with electric arousal. As you raised one knee to climb onto the pile of furs, the Captain halted you once more. His hand in your mouth gripped tight around your jaw. “What, did you think you were just going to lay back as I ravished you?” Ushijima leaned in close. The hard consonants sprayed flecks of spittle across your cheek. You whimpered feebly around his thumb, tightening your lips around the digit.

You were dying for him to fill you with something else. And you’d get your wish.

The Captain dragged his soaked finger from your lips, smearing your saliva across your face. He got lost for a moment, in the way your skin glistened in the firelight. The edges of his demeanor softened, so slightly that only you could notice. But before you could finish your thought, Ushijima pushed you down onto your knees. His throbbing erection slapped against your cheek as you landed before his feet. Your fine robes, that were once pressed perfectly around your form, were now hanging around your body in a wrinkled mess. They looked as disheveled and bothered as you felt.

Ushijma watched you keenly from above. He wrapped one broad palm around the base of his solid length. He slowly stroked himself once, waving his thick cock before your eyes. You swallowed hard, mesmerized. “Anyone can suck a thumb. Did you really think that’d impress me?”

You bit your lower lip, sitting up a little straighter. “Please ‘Toshi, I can--”

Ushijima rocked his hips forward, thrusting half of his cock into your mouth. You choked out a gasp as he pulled out. “Please…?”

You wrapped your fingers around the backs of his knees, gazing sweetly up at your Captain. “Please, sir. Give me all of you.”

“Better.” Ushijima muttered. A grin twitched at the corner of his mouth. He reached down to cradle your face. It would have been a tender act, if he wasn’t aligning his cockhead to your mouth at the same moment. You licked your lips slowly, showing him exactly how badly you wanted another taste. You heard a low growl in his chest. He ached to be inside you.

He leaned forward again, propping on knee on the bed above your shoulder. You rested the back of your head against the furs as his cock pushed past your lips. You slacked your jaw as far as you could, taking more and more of him inside. Ushijima fisted the down mattress to your other side, bracing himself as he sunk into. He hummed a long moan as he bottomed out, thick length pressing into the back of your throat. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to watch his reaction. His jaw was set, brows furrowed. His broad shoulders were held up in a tight shrug. It looked like he was trying to stop time, trying to live in this feeling forever.

Another moment longer, and he finally pulled out. He watched you take his full cock again, but could barely keep his eyes open. Your hot, wet mouth made his head spin. As he sunk into your throat again, he loosed a louder moan. His knee quivered in your grip. You’d smile if you could.

Ushijima pulled and pushed his full length in and out of your lips, building his momentum with every thrust. Each movement of his hips drew a louder groan from his parted lips. He gave up on biting them back. You always broke him down like this, made him feel reckless and wild. Your head pushed harder against the bed as he fucked your tight mouth. Spit ran out of the corners of your lips, along with broken whimpers.

You pressed your tongue up along his cock as he slid in and out, drenching him in your saliva. Your cheeks felt hot and your jaw ached, but damn Ushijima looked good from down here. Arousal swirled deep inside you, begging for some sort of release. The Captain groaned wordlessly, taking sharp breaths every time he nailed the back of your throat. His heavy balls swung under your chin, his sweat rolling down your neck.

“Mmmmph,” Ushijima grunted, punctuating his words with a few measured thrusts into your mouth. “I need more of you, bunny.”

You managed a whine around his length, as he pulled out unexpectedly. Before you could protest, he lifted you to stand before him. Your knees were numb, and you nearly collapsed. Your robes barely clung to your shoulders. Ushijima’s broad hands found your hips. In one smooth motion, he spun you around and bent you over the mattress. You gasped into the furs as you felt him hike up the remains of your tattered clothes, exposing your ass. He raked his nails over your supple skin, releasing a primal growl. You knew exactly who you belonged to.

“What would your kingdom think,” Ushijima’s voice was rough and low, “if they saw you for what you really are?”

You felt him push his slick cock between your thighs as he leaned over you. His lips barely grazed your ear, “The Captain’s desperate little plaything. My little bunny, to use as I please.”

You shuddered as you felt his length throb against your legs. He straightened up again, massaging your ass cheeks as he slid his cock between them. He made sure you glanced over one shoulder to watch as he spanked you roughly. You groaned at the sting, gripping the bed tighter.

“Who does the king bow to?” Ushijima asked, groping at the tender spot he just smacked.

“Y-you, sir,” you answered, a whisper in comparison, “Only you.”

Answering correctly rewarded you with the friction you desperately desired. Broad hands spread you open as Ushijima’s swollen head nudged at your tight entrance. You sucked in a breath as he pushed inside. The stretch was immaculate. Your feet pushed up onto your tiptoes, calves pulled taut as Ushijima sunk deeper inside of you. Your muffled moans were drowned out by his as he split you open slowly. His breaths were short and heavy by the time he bottomed out. His big hands gripped your hips, the only thing tethering him to reality.

Ushijima hummed praises of your tight heat, giving you mere seconds to adjust before abusing your hole. Your mouth fell open as he fucked you wildly, drool running into the soft furs. Your whole body rocked with every snap of the Captain’s hips. His pelvis sent vibrations across your glowing skin. His cock injected your body with warm pleasure in every thrust. The clapping of skin set the rhythm for your lewd sounds, getting louder by the second.

But you could barely hear yourself over Ushijima. He was enjoying you beyond belief. Sweat rolled down his temples as he threw his head back, mouth hanging open in an endless groan. He pulled back on your hips, forcing your body to meet his every thrust. Your nerves were already buzzing from the stretch, and every impact brought you closer to your end. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the rush of heat deep inside you. Your muscles tensed and quivered, breath catching in your throat. Your orgasm swept through your body as a heavy exhale burst through your lips. You moaned long and low as Ushijima fucked you straight through it, not stopping until he climbed as high as you, if not higher.

“Love how fast you cum for me,” he gasped, rutting against you harder and faster. He tried to say more, but he got lost in how perfect you feel. His nails dug into your skin, leaving marks for you to hide later. Your eyes shut tight, body overwhelmed and head spinning. Your twitching muscles forced Ushijima over the edge. His final moan echoed off the walls as he stuffed you full. His thrusts slowed as his cum leaked out of you and down your thigh. He fisted his sloppy cock as he pulled free from you. He stroked himself slowly, catching his cum with his fingers before pushing it back inside of you.

Your body collapsed into the mattress, nerves still tingling all over. The bed jostled as the large man below you climbed up beside you. With a satisfied huff, he flopped over top of you, heavy arm and leg tossed casually around you. You shared body heat for a moment, while your breathing slowed. You turned your head to watch him, expression softened by the bodily high.

“So,” you whispered with a sigh, “am I your king now?”

Ushijima’s handsome features melted into a lazy grin. “Yes,” he paused to consider, “but you always were mine, king.”