Deadpool Crossover Fanfic Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature and intense themes: forced proximity, emotional struggle, possession, obsession and situations that some readers may find disturbing. The story narrative explores complex dynamics of power and non consensual scenes in fictional settings. Characters evolve and experience significant growth and transformation. Readers discretion is strictly advised. *** ~She was his collateral, held against her will. He was her captor, his obsession. From enemies to lovers, neither would walk away unchanged.~

“Viktor wants a seat at every ritual. Permanent blood exchange. His blood mixed with ours.” Aurora looked up, lips glistening, eyes dark with lust and suspicion. “And what do we want?” She slid two fingers deep into Sophia’s soaked pussy, curling them slowly while sucking gently on her clit. Sophia’s back arched, fresh milk beading faster at her nipples. “We want everything,” Sophia gasped, hips rolling against her sister’s mouth. “They think they’re marrying into power. We’ll make them disappear inside us.” That evening, the merged bloodlines gathered again.

And I knew it was his way of apologizing to her. This moment reminds me of that post. And that post reminded me of the tragic union Cross and Chelsea had, as well as the tragic love between Zachili and Oasis. It makes me feel sorry for them despite myself, and it makes me realize that my fate may not have been as bad as I thought it was. Today, I’m alive. My mom is breathing well. Oasis has recovered from her addiction and is doing fine. And, most of all, Zeath is by my side. He loves me. I love him. We both know we will love each other to death.

“Do you?” He bellowed with laughter. Suddenly, a ripping sound enveloped us. I shrieked as blackness covered me, a roaring void that crushed me against him. “WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?” I panicked, fighting back vomit. “You're trying to murder me!” “I opened up a wormhole, idiot. And last time I checked, you certainly weren't a virgin.” “You checked?” He groaned. “Not literally, you brain-rotted worm.”

"I'll get you a grimoire, and you can start your own. Of course, the one I gave you belongs to your people. But that doesn't mean you can't have one of your own." I nodded, knowing that time was of the essence. Xander was waiting for Cruz's location. And every moment we wasted was another moment that Cruz was captive. Daphne raised her hands over the bowl, and the flames grew brighter and taller on the candles. Then she cupped her hand and made the motion of scooping up the fire from on top of the candles and set it in the bowl. Even though there was nothing on her hand, flames flared from the bowl. I gasped, for in the fire was a vision of Cruz. He was tied to a chair in some dark warehouse

The stranger steps between us before I can find words, his shoulder angled slightly in front of mine, not touching me, just there. "Let go of her." "Who the hell are you to tell me anything about my mate," Dean snaps. "She was never yours to reject." His voice doesn't rise. It doesn't need to. "You made sure of that yourself." Dean's grip finally loosens, more from shock than obedience. His eyes flash gold, wolf riding too close to the surface, and for one strange second I see something underneath the anger that looks almost like fear. Then it's gone. He storms off without another word, leaving me standing there with my heart hammering and my arm throbbing and a bond I never asked for lighti

In the heart of the Capitol, we can use as many allies as possible. We. The realization leaves me rooted in place once again, that I am no longer at liberty to go about the world without a care or purpose. My fingers leave the cold marble, settle on my arm. There is no point in arguing about the why’s and the how’s. Dinah and I are irrevocably tangled in each other’s lives, until the situation is resolved. Your life is mine, just as mine is yours. For better, or for worse. …

As the night grew darker, the candles flickered lower, but our passion burned on, consuming us both. We were lost in each other, our bodies speaking a language that needed no words. With each slap and each thrust, the tension that had been building between us dissipated, replaced by something more primal, more raw. This was our destiny, to be bound together in every way possible, to face the darkness that lay ahead with the strength of our union. Flopped back on the bed, my head buried in the pillow, completely sated, I heard Twix query through our mind link, "Alpha?"

And though Hailey didn’t know what had shifted, she knew Damon Cross was at the center of it. “Tell me something, Ava,” she said, leaning forward. “If you had a choice… would you stay in Clarisse’s world, or walk away from it?” Ava blinked, startled by the question. Then, for the first time that evening, she let herself smile, a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe one day you’ll see,” Ava murmured. “I don’t always do what my mother wants. POV: Damon The copycat sat trembling under the sterile glare of CrossTech’s private security wing. Damon didn’t usually involve himself at this level, but this wasn’t a usual case.

He looks at them and I chuckle. “I, Sadia McKenzie, pledge my life and allegiance to Alpha Titus Blackwood, of the Venom Fang Pack.” He says and before long my little family has pledged their selves to Titus. “Destinee, come forward.” I walk forward and stand in front of him. “You ready?” I smile and nod my head at him. He bites his wrist, and I take it and drink his blood. I release him and I look up at him. “I, Alpha Destinee Shaw, pledge my life and allegiance to my mate Alpha Titus Blackwood, of the Venom Fang Pack.” Aura howls in my head. The mind link snaps open and howls and welcomes filter through.