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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Brat Taming: Part 7

Ari’s hands were at your shoulders, his fingers brushing against your collar bone, his chest to your back and the scrape of his beard against your cheek. He was a formidable figure in his height and width, coming only behind Steve by mere inches in difference, yet he was an alpha who was as gentle as he was kind. Ari had called you into the office with the intention to tell you that he had given you the time off to visit NYC, though there was a bonus.

His lips were soft and plump, grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered adoringly with soft dulcet sounds that had steered you further toward a place of greater acceptance of what this all was.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, there’s no doubt in my mind that Steve’s gonna treat you like a princess.” Ari had hummed after he spoke, fingers lightly massaging you as he shifted them again to brush the pads of his fingers against your scent glands.

“Thank you for the time off,” you were putty in his hands, you both knew it, “I appreciate it.”

“Before you go, tell me, honey…” Ari grabbed hold of your chin and tilted your head, directing you to look at him. “Tell me how long you’ve been in love with Jake.”

There was no denying it, there was no possible way you could have hidden it from him. Of the three, Ari held the most neutral ground and had been the voice of reason between Steve and Ransom. Of the three, Ari seemed as if he would be the most accepting and open to having you and Jake bond with each other. There was a stigma and a certain set of expectations for omegas to be with alphas and only alphas, and the fact that you and Jake had loved each so much wouldn’t have been so accepted by some people. You and Jake spent your entire lives loving each other without having much hope to be together. It was this impossible situation that had made you and Jake seek to find alphas as buffers because if you couldn’t be together in the open then at least you could have each other in a pack.

“Ari-“

“I’m not angry, baby. I’m not mad or upset.” Ari had helped turn you to face him, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he stared deep into your eyes, his soul searching yours and yours searching his in exchange. “To keep a secret like that for so long, it has to be hard. Be honest with me, princess.”

“I’ve…” you swallowed and turned into his hand, your eyes fluttering closed as a few silent tears rolled down your cheeks and your throat tightened painfully. “I’ve been in love with Jake since we were kids. I’ve always known, I’ve always been bound to him every if we couldn’t be together in that way.”

“Y/N, sweet omega…” Ari had dried your tears and pliantly rest your head against his chest, stroking your back as you leaned into him fully, your arms slowly snaking around his waist.

“You have nothing to worry about with us. You don’t have to fear repercussions from me, not from us. You, Jake and I will approach Steve and Ransom as a pack. We’ll tell the others how you feel about each other, you don’t have to do this alone.” Ari’s chest rumbled against your ear, the sound soothing to you and it had been the first true and honest breakthrough you’d had with Ari.

“Thank you,” you exhaled slowly, feeling relief from his encouragement and safeguarding, “Ari you have no idea how much this means to me.”

“You and Jake are my omegas, Y/N.” Ari leaned down to kiss the top of your head, his lips lingering. “You’re ours and we have a duty to protect and provide for you. No matter what.”

Jake curled his arm around your waist and flexed his fingers as he grabbed a handful of his shirt that you had stolen from him, pawing at the cotton while you rest in his lap. Your feet were tucked onto his thigh adorned with the gift Ransom had given you, the first courting gift you had accepted from him. There was a movie playing in the background, something put on to cut the silence that lingered as the two of you had lounged together.

“I was worried about you, but Ari reassured me-“ Jake had begun speaking and was softly cut off by you.

“Jake,” you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head so you could look into his eyes, and then you leaned in and kissed him softly, “thank you for your concern. Ransom…he stepped up.”

“Heard he beat the shit outta that alpha,” Jake mumbled against your lips, his hands rising from the back of your legs to your thighs, “I would’ve killed him.”

“I see you’ve got a mark,” you teased and tapped the claim that was already healing, one alpha down, “nice one from Ari.”

“They’re good alphas,” Jake confirmed what hadn’t really needed to be vocalized and then turned his head to kiss into your palm, “oh baby bear…they’re so good.”

“I know,” you confirmed with the soft swirling of your scents, the two mixing as one, “they’re all good in their ways.”

“I have a trip with Steve to NYC.” You sighed and brushed and ran your fingers through Jake’s hair as he mindlessly traced patterns into your flesh. “I think…I’m gonna let him mark me.”

“Yeah?” Jake’s voice was softened, the usual moments you craved and loved seemingly deepening. “He’s good, he cares about you.”

“He is good, he’s…I find comfort in Steve.” You rubbed your cheek against Jake’s shoulder and your eyes fluttered closed while you inhaled his scent and let it fill your every sense, letting the soft coils of who he was in every possible way envelop you.

“You’re old souls, or you have kindred spirits. You’re very good together.” Jake complimented with a genuineness that was rooted in adoration and affection, softly playing with you as you were playing with him. “We can be together this way, we can have what he couldn’t have had before.”

“They’re good, Jake.” You nestled yourself closer, the two of you comfortably wrapped in each other as tenderness fluctuated with every other possible devoting emotion. “All of them, in their way.”

“They’re going to love us, just like we love them. I know it.” He kissed the top of your head and sat in silence for another few moments before he softly and gently picked you up and started carting you off toward the bedroom.

“A blanket fort?” You wondered, looking at him through your lashes as his bright and charming smile grew.

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

The Beamer sat idling as Ransom had dug around in the space behind the driver’s seat, few locks of his dark hair falling into his face as he rummaged. His eyes were fixated and focused while you were watching him, studying his features with a new perspective.

It was so easy to look at the confident alpha and see nothing but him in his arrogance with an unmatched ego. It was so easy to look at Ransom Drysdale as a spoiled alpha who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, who had come from money and always would have money and yet there was so much more to him. What you had seen from first meeting him to the place you had gotten now with few chips in his thick armour, had given you a clear look at the man who was more than you expected.

Ransom had come from a family that put wealth and money, power and influence above all else and as a result had created monsters for children and grandchildren. You had only heard how Linda had talked to Ransom from Jake and Ransom himself, and it was enough to make your blood boil. Hearing the way his mother and father, the way his aunts and uncle had spoken about Ransom as if he was nothing more than a spoiled brat who hadn’t lifted a finger in his life was both unfair and uncouth. Yes, Ransom was a spoiled rich alpha and yes, he was an ass at the best of times, but there was more to him than they were giving him credit for.

Ransom had proven to you, even the little that he had, that he was a better alpha, a better man than you expected.

“I know you’re afraid of flying,” Ransom had finally grasped the object he was looking for and pulled the wrapped box from behind his seat to set it in your lap, “I got you something to calm your nerves.”

He had spoken so blasé about this. He had not given you any indication of how he had known you had a slight fear of flying but not only had he known about your fear but he was giving you a care package of sorts as another courting gift. The fuzzy bear socks he had given you were safely tucked into your luggage and set in the small trunk, waiting to be removed and checked in. His first genuine courting gift that you had accepted was safely stowed away and out of reach, but now you would have more of him to take with you.

“How did you know?” You questioned Ransom while you were starting to pull the wrapped lid from the top of the box, taking your time and idly running your fingertips against the edge of the box.

“Your heart’s been racing since we pulled up to the curb, your scent is reflecting your nervousness; it’s fainter.” Ransom had rested his left elbow on the frame of his Beemer and kept his right hand on the gear shift, fingernails taping against the leather. “I got you some things.”

You averted your eyes and looked at the contents of the box, his courting gifts sitting inside the box had been varied, with the common theme relating to travel. The first you could see was a pair of in-ear noise cancelling headphones that were meant to be as comfortable as they were effective. Below the headphones was an e-reader that had already been placed in a case and you had a suspicion that your favourite books were already loaded and waiting for you to read. It was another item to comfort you, and below that was another gift; another piece of the care package.

An eye mask was below the e-reader that was meant to be both cooling and soothing as it was infused with aloe and lavender, the soft material meant to ease your anxieties. Along with the eye, mask were a few tubes of roll-on essential oils that would help keep you calm and cool as you took off flying.

“Ransom,” you had gripped the box tightly while you looked everything over a few times with wonderment stealing your ability to truly gather your thoughts, “thank you, this is amazing. I can’t…believe you picked up on it.”

“You’re not exactly subtle about your fear of flying, kitten.” Ransom quipped with a half-smirk on his face, alluding to that arrogance that was a defence tactic. “You project-“

“Thank you,” you undid your seatbelt and tossed the strap to the side and then you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, cutting him off with physical and verbal appreciation, “you’re a better alpha than I expected.”

Ransom in turn had rested his hand against the back of your neck and held you in place to both deepen the kiss and stop you from pulling away. “Behave, kitten. Be a good omega for old man Rogers and leave space for my mark.”

“Why? You think you’ll be next?” You teased and pulled away from him, pushing the lid back on the box before you popped open your door and started to get out of his vehicle, moving in synchronization with Ransom.

“I like my odds.” Ransom had slammed the door behind him and walked around to the back of the Beemer, grabbing the edge of the trunk and lifting it. “I already have a temporary mark on you, that’s more than anyone else has.”

“I’m letting him mark me.” You had claimed, a slight shake to your hand as you reached for your luggage and yanked it out of the trunk. “That’s a good idea, right? I mean-“

“You’ll be fine, kitten.” Ransom, in another play of tenderness, had cupped your cheek. “Toy Soldier wouldn’t have it in himself to hurt you, and if he does give me a call.”

“What? You’ll fly and come get me?” You hadn’t been able to pull yourself away from his hold, not when he was looking at you with such a strong conviction.

“I’ll break every speed record to come to get you.” He had vowed, he promised without fail and had only let go when you stepped away from the Beemer with your luggage in hand. “Have fun.”

“Thank you, Ransom.” You had only reached into the Beemer to grab your carry-on and the box of gifts and then you had stepped onto the curb and away from him. You got yourself centred and organized, then started making your way toward the front doors of the airport, listening for the sound of Ransom’s Beemer to take off.

Steve was waiting for you when you arrived with Ransom with an iced coffee that had your name and specifications on the clear plastic, and in his other hand was a book. He had appeared in the airport looking casual in everyday clothes that shouldn’t have been as captivating as they were, and yet when you had seen him waiting for you it was impossible to pull your eyes off of him.

He was wearing a dark leather jacket that had a few scuffs around the end of the sleeves and had accentuated his broad shoulders and firm chest. His dark grey shirt beneath had been pulled across his chest in an expanse that made you want to sneak your hands beneath his shirt to feel the hard ridges of his pectorals and further down to his stomach. His legs were lengthened by dark wash jeans that were well fitting as they drew attention to his height and power that was coursing through his entire body.

“Ready to go, doll?” He had offered to take your luggage from you in exchange for the coffee, and as you had made the switch, Steve had leaned in and kissed the top of your head, mumbling quietly. “I know you’re scared, I’m right here with you.”

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goldensunflowe-r · 3 years

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Second Masterlist

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Clingy Harry

Dad Harry • Part2 • Part3

Dunkirk Alex

Werewolf Harry • part2 • Part3

Sick • Part2

Friends with benefits

Famous reader

Friend • Part2

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Sub Harry • Part2 • Part3 • Part4 • part5 • Part6

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Period

Soulmate • Part2

Fluff • Part2 • Part3

Cam Harry/reader

SMUT • Part2

Thigh riding • Part2

Mob!Harry

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Sub!Spencer Reed

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Zendaya

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Nick Fowler Smut

Sub Bucky Barnes

Alpha Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes Soulmate au

Winter Soldier Imagines

Dark bucky barnes (+smut) • Part2

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Sub!Natasha Romanoff • Part 2

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Sub!Ransom Drysdale

Sub!Steve Rogers • Part 2

Ari Levinson Smut • part2 • Part3

Dad Chris Evans

SEXIEST MAN ALIVE

Chris Evans - Age Gap

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Sub!Loki Laufeyson

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Tommy Shelby Smut.• Part 2

Tommy Shelby x Pregnant reader

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Dad Daemon Targaryen • Part 2

Daemon Targaryen Smut • Part2

Daemon Targaryen Angst

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Her Ransom

Summary: You want to claim Ransom – he refuses and must live with the consequences.

Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader

Characters: Linda Drysdale, Richard Drysdale, Joni Thrombey, Donna Thrombey

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, nesting, cuddling & snuggling, Ransom is a little shit, unplanned pregnancy, fluff, true mates, talk about sex, mentions of smut, tension

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<< Part 1

“Perfect nest,” you round the bed, purr low in your throat before you move one of Ransom’s sweaters to the left. “I’m almost finished. Give me the other sweater, you know, the one you are hiding in the back of your wardrobe.”

“No, this one is mine,” Ransom groans. He hates when you get all clingy and go full omega close to your heat. At least that’s what he likes to tell you. Truth is, he loves when you get comfortable and show him your vulnerable side. “Shall I run around naked?”

“What do you think about the nest?” kneeling on the bed to straighten the sweater you smile. It’s perfect. “Ransom?” looking up at your alpha you proudly jab your finger over your shoulder, waiting for his praise.

“It’s nice,” the alpha grumbles, thinking about a new hideout for his sweaters.

“Only nice?” whining you look up at your alpha, close to tears. “No! It must be perfect, alpha. What’s wrong with my nest? Why do you think it isn’t perfect?”

“I know nothing about nesting, omega. To me, it looks nice, and that’s a good thing,” he mutters. “Don’t make a fuzz, Y/N. We will make it dirty soon enough.”

“What? No, you can’t make my nest dirty,” a warning snarl leaves your throat, and Ransom backpaddles, growling as you leave the bed, stalking toward him to jab your finger into his chest. “I’m warning you, Ransom.”

“Just let me get you bare, and you will be a mewling mess for your alpha,” he purrs, fingertips brushing over the mark he left on your neck. “Come on, you love it.”

“We have to attend your family’s dinner,” you sigh deeply. “I hate they look at me like I’m a gold-digger. Can we not stay at home and cuddle? Please, let’s cuddle.”

“You are a needy little omega,” your alpha muses. His large hand cups the back of your neck to kiss you deeply. “If you get naked right now, we can spend the whole day on your nest and try to get it dirty.”

“No! You can’t ruin the nest Ransom,” tugging at his sweater you whine low in your throat. “It’s finally perfect. Please, let’s just cuddle. I want to scent you, alpha.”

“Cuddle,” he dips his head to sniff at your neck. “You smell different, baby doll. Did you check on your cycle? I mean, when was the last time you—”

“OH!” fingers curling in his sweater you look up at Ransom. “I-I forgot to check on my cycle. We are mating like insane, and you always knot me, so I lost count, and now. Oh god! Did you get me pregnant?” you whine. “All I can think about is nesting and cuddling with you.”

“Look at you, my sweet omega,” he grins, gripping your hips now. “Do you want to have a pregnancy test?” he ogles your chest, tongue poking out to wet those pink lips he likes to wrap around your nipples. “I think your tits got bigger.”

“What?” looking at your chest you frown deeply. “No. I mean now that you mention it; I had the feeling my bras shrank or something.”

“We are going to get a test right now. I need to know if I knotted you good,” Ransom snickers when you punch his chest. “Come on, baby doll. Let’s buy a test, drive to my grandfather’s house, and present the result. Can you imagine their reaction?”

“You fucker! I won’t help you rile your family up! I want to buy a test and do it at our home,” you bury your face in Ransom’s chest. “Please?”

“How about I give you my last sweater and you let me reveal we are expecting our first pup to my family,” he smirks, looking down at you. You think about his offer, inhale his scent deeply before you look up at your alpha. “Please?”

“I want the sweater you are hiding in your wardrobe and the one in your duffle bag. I know all your secrets, Drysdale. Give it to me,” holding out your hand you smirk.

“I’ll give you the one in the back of my wardrobe now and the other after you delivered a positive pregnancy test,” humming you whip your head toward the wardrobe. “What do you say?”

“Deal, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Deal, my greedy little omega.”

“Jackpot!” Ransom puffs his chest when his eyes land on the next positive pregnancy test. “I knew my knot is the best. I got you pregnant in not three months.”

“Ransom,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “How can you play it cool while I don’t know how to tame my wildly beating heart? We barely know each other and now you got me pregnant.”

“I know everything about you,” your alpha exclaims, grasping for one of the positive tests. “Five positive pregnancy tests. I will tease the shit out of my family tonight and later, I’ll cuddle you on our nest, baby doll.”

“You will?” jumping up from the toilet lit you purr low in your throat. “I want your chest bare and to be on top of you. I’ll not accept any argument.”

“Aw, look at you,” he smirks down at you. “Baby, your panties are still down, and I can see your sweet pussy. Don’t tempt me or I’ll claim you right here, in my grandfather’s bathroom.” he groans when you struggle to put your panties back on.

“No naughty business at Harlan’s house, Ransom,” you tut, pushing his hands away when he tries to cup your mound. “I said no! We are going to have a nice dinner now and later, you’ll cuddle me. And don’t think I forgot about the sweater.”

“You’ll get it, Y/N,” suddenly his arms wrap tightly around your body and his face buries in your neck. Ransom can be playful, gentle, and wild but right now, he cries in your neck. You don’t know how to react to his sudden change of mood so you pat his back gently. “I will give you everything you’ll need.”

“Is something wrong? Don’t you want the baby?” you gently slide your fingers through his hair, wondering if he’s scared of becoming a father. “Ransom?”

“No—no!” he gasps in your neck, while his arms hold you even tighter. “I will be a good father, a better alpha than my father could ever be. I promise to care for you and our little Ransom.”

“Little Ransom?” you huff. “You want to name them Ransom? I mean, we don’t even know if it’s a boy. It could be a little girl too.”

“I don’t care. It’s my pup inside your belly. Now let me shock my family and have some delicious food before I bring my mate home,” he hugs you one last time, enjoys you rest your head against his chest.

“Fine, let’s rock the boat tonight, Drysdale. How can I say no to my favorite alpha…?”

“Pregnant?” Linda chokes on her drink, spills it all over her blouse. “How can she be pregnant, Ransom? Didn’t you use protection?”

“Linda, you shouldn’t—” Richard tries but Linda raises one hand and he falls silent. He looks at his son, shaking his head before he grasps for his drink. “Congratulations, Ransom, Y/N.”

“You did this to mess with me – right?” Linda won’t give in. “Ransom Drysdale claims a random omega and gets her pregnant after not three months. I’m too young to become a grandmother.”

“Aw, and I had hoped my pup will call you granny soon,” sometimes you believe Ransom is the devil in flesh and blood. He grins at his mother, eyes focused on her shocked features. “And to answer your questions, I had naughty, dirty, and kinky sex with my chosen omega. I love coming inside her tight little cunt and, that’s how I got her round.”

“Ransom,” you tut, slapping his thigh. “Don’t—”

“What, my love?” his hand moves to your belly, and he rubs it gently to rile his mother up. “My mother asked how I got you pregnant, omega.”

“Let’s eat,” Donna tries but no one ever listens to the blonde. “The food looks delicious, don’t you think, Y/N?”

“Yeah, it smells great too,” you say, giving her a soft smile. “Ransom will love it. Right, darling?”

“I prefer something sweeter,” his eyes drop to your crotch, and you groan, “but I’ll go for food tonight. I must shelter my sweet omega.”

“RANSOM!” Linda growls now. “Remember your manners! Stop acting like a caveman. I know etiquette and manners are not for you, but you are embarrassing me in front of our family.”

There she goes. Linda Drysdale. Tortured soul and self-declared victim of your alpha’s cruelty. That he embarrassed you, not her, is secondary.

“We are sorry for Ransom’s indecency, right alpha?” you coo, smirking at Ransom who pinches your thigh. “I’m sure he didn’t want to tell you he loves to take me onto any surface. And of course, you shouldn’t know he rips my panties down my legs, if I’m wearing any underwear, and fucks the neediness out of my dripping cunt.

“Oh,” Joni’s eyes drift toward you and Ransom. “The fish looks good. We all should eat more fish...right?.”

“That was fun,” Ransom watches you place the sweater he hid in his duffle bag onto your nest, humming happily while he strips his clothes off. “Did you see Linda’s face? Damn, I should’ve taken pictures. “Donna almost shoved the stick in her ass a bit higher and Joni ended up drinking herself to sleep.”

“I think she was high too, alpha,” you snuggle into your favorite sweater, the one you stole first. “I’m done, you can come here and cuddle me as promised. No tricks, Drysdale.”

“No tricks,” he lies next to you. “Come here, baby doll. I’ll cuddle you the best, pretty girl. Maybe I’ll get you pregnant again when little Ransom popped out of you.”

“Don’t get greedy,” you crawl on top of your alpha to get comfortable on his warm chest. “At least you are warm, and your scent is pleasant.”

“I got a big knot too,” he insists, moving your hand to his crotch. “See, it only swells for you from now on, ‘mega. You get me so hard anytime you are close to me. No wonder I got you pregnant in no time.”

“Can I tell you something and you promise to not get mad?” looking up at Ransom you wonder if you can risk sharing your thoughts with your alpha.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I promise that I’ll not get mad at you, never,” he’s unusually soft tonight and you hate to kill his mood. “Just say it.”

“After you claimed me, I believed you’ll reject or cheat on me. I didn’t think you’ll be a good alpha. You were sexy and wild, yes. But sex isn’t everything. I wanted more and I have to admit, I thought about leaving you more than once in the first three weeks after we mated.”

“I panicked too, baby doll,” Ransom admits. “I believed that you deserve better and that you’ll think I only claimed you to keep the company. It was a kneejerk decision to claim you after I had you on my cock for the first time, but I do not regret my claim. I’m not mad, Y/N.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” you hide your face in his neck, giggling when he moves one hand to your ass. “Imagine all the pregnancy sex. You should know that a pregnant omega is needier. I will pounce on you any time of the day.”

“I’m counting on it, Y/N. I want the full package. Lactating boobs, a round belly, your cunt leaking slick for your alpha. I can already imagine having you impaled on my thick cock while I rub your belly.”

“Ransom Drysdale turned into a romantic sap,” he slaps your ass playfully, but there is a content smile on his face. “I like your dick…a lot.”

“I like your pussy a lot too, and you.”

“I like you too, Ransom.”

“Maybe I even love you,” he whispers. “Top that!”

“That’s not a competition!”

“It is now,” Ransom smirks when you lift your head to give him a dirty look. “I love you, sweet omega.”

“I love you too, alpha,” you purr, hands pawing at his shoulders. “Now back to your dick…”

>> Part 3

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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saturday night sleepover masterlist (always updating!)

to keep my main masterlist from getting too big (hint: it’s already too big) I will be putting all the headcanon and drabble requests I fill during my saturday night sleepovers here! I’ll update every week (hopefully on sunday but we’ll see)

2/13

lee bodecker with a shy reader

yandere!lance tucker

alpha!ransom and omega!reader

stucky x petite!reader

epilogue for bankrupt

epilogue for the wrong idea (which already has 5 or so epilogues but this is a bonus one and the furthest in the future)

fluff with daddy!bucky and little!reader

dark!bruce banner

follow-up to home for the holidays set on valentine’s day

2/20

soft!dark nomad!steve

comforting bucky after a nightmare (but smuttier than the last time I wrote that lol)

epilogue for the perfect fit

dark!ransom kidnaps the reader

dark-ish/yandere alpha!ransom

you find out (dark/yandere) bucky planned your entire lives and manipulated you

alpha!charles blackwood

forced into a breeding experiment with the winter soldier

calling bruce ‘dr. banner’ during sex

2/27

alpha!freezy

daddy!lee x little!reader

unrequited love angst with bucky

dark!therapist!bucky ‘helps’ his married client

kiss prompts:

‘Kiss Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing’ with mafia!bucky

‘When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More’ with jake jensen

‘War’s End Kiss’ with bucky

‘Kiss Under a Full Moon’ with dark!chase collins

‘Needing To Kiss To Hide From Bad Guys’ with johnny storm

‘Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing’ with johnny storm

‘Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up’ with ransom drysdale

3/6

dark!lee is inexplicably in 2021

dark!jake is your roommate

gunplay with the winter soldier

sharing a room with stucky

dark!40s!steve is obsessed with a singer

soft!dark alpha!bruce

dark!alpha!bruce

dialogue prompts:

"do you see them when you look at me?" with bucky

"we should skinny dip" with jake jensen

"on your knees" and "I'm gonna ruin that pretty makeup" with freezy

"I trust you. do it." with bruce

"lipstick's a good look on you" with lance tucker

3/13

alpha!40s bucky and omega!reader + part 2

soft!dark mike weiss and his nurse

soft daddy lee helps the reader relax

breeding and jealousy with dark!sam

breeding and biting with alpha!ransom

fluff with soft!lance tucker

yandere prompts: (all dark!)

“that fits you so well! no it’s not too revealing!” + “come here baby” with lee

“stay still! you don’t want to make me angry” with jefferson

“these are yours? I had no idea!” with jake jensen

“baby come out wherever you are” with nat, bruce, and peter

“this hurts? imagine your girl flirting with other men” with soft!dark lee

“I wonder how much more you can take of this until you finally break” + “I love how you beg for me to stop” with daddy!jake jensen

“get up! it’d be a pain to have to drag you” with loki

3/20

cuddling with daddy!bucky

soft!dark jake jensen a/b/o

lee bodecker and sister!reader (warning: incest)

soft!dark alphas ransom and andy

soft!dark(ish) jefferson with stepsister!reader (warning: stepcest)

alpha!tony with a breeding kink

more fluff with soft!lance tucker

soft!dark alpha bruce

mini-sequel for the martyrdom of st. valentine (warning: slightly stepcest? fostercest? is that a thing?)

dark!bucky makes ‘amends’ (slight tfatws ep 1 spoilers)

4/10

comforting bucky after he is deprogrammed in wakanda

shower sex with johnny storm

mini-sequel to dishonorable discharge (warning: incest, dark)

comforting chubby!charles blackwood

hooking up with alt!bucky

touchstarved!zemo

soft!lance tucker comforts the reader

dark!chase collins plans to create the perfect heir with his half-sister (warning: incest)

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader (warning: incest)

4/17

daddy!stucky and little!reader

stepbrother!peter parker (warning: stepcest)

soft!dark zemo takes you with him when he escapes

alpha!zemo and half-sister omega!reader, part two (warning: incest)

dark!steve with breeding and size kinks

sam lets bucky and steve watch

pet play with lance tucker

dumbification kink with jake wyler

4/24

dark!daddy!bruce ignores the safe word

yandere!peter parker is your barista

dark!bucky shares you with his friends

sub!zemo with mommy kink

you only marry zemo to have his heir but catch real feelings (+ part 2)

5/1

daddy!zemo and little!reader plus dumbification and aftercare

dark!carter baizen bullies the reader

[brief ramble about dark!laszlo kreizler]

sequel to dark!lee in 2021

sub!laszlo kreizler

soft!dark, brother!jake jensen (warning: incest)

continuation for peaches & cream

vampire!zemo

5/8

random drabble about young!zemo

3-in-1: enemies to lovers with zemo, fake dating with bucky, and sharing a bed with bruce

the return of soft!lance

escort!bucky

arranged marriage with zemo

soft!dark sharon (kinda?)

5/22

free use with stucky

dark!laszlo kreizler coerces a virgin patient

domme!pepper potts

epilogue for twice

yandere!alex kerner

hooking up with anthony mackie in his trailer

5/29

soft!dark sharon carter

somnophilia and breeding with dark!zemo

aunt may with bondage and mommy kink

yandere!andrea marowski

dark!ransom and mr. freezy kidnapping

headcanons about daniel brühl with an injured SO

6/5

dark!din djarin wants a replacement child

dark!charles blackwood and his half-sister (warning: incest/halfcest)

yandere!skinny!steve stalks a stripper!reader

sharon shares her pet with sam, bucky, and zemo

anal with zemo

dark!obi wan ‘trains’ his padawan

pure fluff with jake jensen

yandere!david kern

6/12

you and bucky are sharon’s playthings

andy barber freely uses his housewife

somnophilia with daddy!bucky

dark!loki as d.b. cooper

laszlo helps you during a panic attack (male reader)

alex kerner gets angry when you accuse him of cheating (soft!dark...?)

dubcon breastfeeding with natasha

general hux with a breeding kink

6/19

how mobius and bunny first got together (prequel to loop)

alpha!zemo in the raft

sub!loki and domme!reader

7/10

dark!heike and helmut breed you

a deep dive into bucky’s kinks

mobius and bunny try something new

quick blurbs about (most of) the bruhl bunch

mob!zemo punishes you for hiding something from him

how bucky would react to petnames

7/17

dark!alpha!mobius

making a deal with demon!zemo

just a ramble about laszlo teaching his wife to enjoy sex

alpha!laszlo when you go into heat

free use with peter parker

8/7

sub!colonel!zemo has a knife kink

ceo!thor with a naive new secretary

breeding kink with alex kerner

laszlo teaches his sheltered wife to love sex (continuation of this)

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Brat Taming: Part 6

A/N: Smut in the second half of the chapter

Warmth radiated from the sheets below you, soft Egyptian cotton that was much finer than in your bed had cradled you. It was the sensation of warmth and soft cotton, the feeling of a blanket draped over you that had stirred your curiosity.

However, it was his scent, rich and dense that had alluded to the idea that you were not home. When you had opened your eyes to a stream of sunlight peering through slotted shades, you hadn’t recognized the green exterior. It was so unlike your apartment that you shared with Jake, the 6th-floor walkup wasn’t entirely without its views, but there was more greenery here than you had seen in the vicinity of your place.

The longer you had been awake the more obvious it was that you were in Ransom’s place, with the soft cotton sheets below you and the blanket covering you, the sleek and modernized bed that was twice the size of yours, and the sharp angular roof that you could see minutely had all strengthened your suspicions.

“Ransom,” you kicked the blanket off and pushed yourself to sit up in his bed, the space beside you was still harbouring little body warmth, it hadn’t been long since he had left you, “where are you?”

You raised your hand and touched your fingers to your neck, feeling your scent glands for the temporary mark that had been affixed to you via his teeth and the radiating warmth that pulsed. The memory of the night’s events had come steamrolling back in with every pulse and minute shift of your scent as you were invaded and caressed by your alphas.

“Ransom-“ you had peered down at yourself, noting that the dress you had been wearing was exchanged for an oversized plain white shirt and a pair of over-the-knee fuzzy socks. It was a combination that was ideally pleasing to you and your inner omega, given the soft little chirps that had been pulled from you.

“I can make you happy, I was beginning to think it was impossible.” Ransom’s voice stirred your attention, his scent rolling off him in gentle waves, the soft prodding of the connection that was certainly deepened inflicting another vocal reaction in you.

“Thank you for last night,” you felt your mouth going dry the longer you looked at him, the state in which he was dressed was certainly awe-inspiring even if it was plain.

Ransom had made his first appearance of the morning in a pair of grey sweats that were slung low on his hips the firmness of his chest and shoulders apparent from the shirt he wore that had stretched tightly across his body. He was standing at the edge of the room with his hands shoved in his pockets and his hair coifed out of his face, blue eyes brimming with admiration and lust affection sparked from the mere sight of you in his bed.

He was reactive to you, just as you were to him, and there was a brief moment of wonderment as your eyes dropped to the swelling and broken knuckles on his hands, dried flecks of blood beneath his nails that he had yet to get rid of.

“I almost killed him,” there was a distinct lack of empathy for the alpha who attacked you last night, “I would’ve.”

Ransom had started to enter the room and with his entrance had come to a rise in the tension between you two. It was thick and dense, the mutual attraction and desire were bold and vibrant, even if you had wished to deny Ransom and his attempt at courting gifts, he had been adept at keeping you safe. He had come from nowhere and nearly beat a man to death who was going to assault and likely take you by force, and that seemed a better courting gift than anything else could have been. Ransom Drysdale has proven his worth as an alpha, at his basest threads, by the ability to protect his omegas fiercely.

Ransom Drysdale was an alpha who could be the perfect kind of alpha you had needed, both you and Jake, as long as he didn’t let his head get in the way of his instincts.

“Do you think this changes anything?” Your hands fell to the bed, finger curling into the sheets as you gripped the cotton material, your stomach and heart fluttering and flipping.

His blues eyes were electrified as he looked you over, as his gaze had taken in the hem of his shirt that you had worn and the fuzzy knee-high socks he had given you to keep you warm, appreciatively taking in the image of you wearing his things.

To your question, Ransom had tilted his head down and narrowed his eyes slightly. He had looked at you with an air of uncertainty that had stymied your thoughts, temporarily startling you.

“My mark is on your neck.”

“Temporarily.” You countered his statement with your argumentative point, the tension sparking like crackling thunder that was willing itself to touch ground. “You only temporarily marked me.”

“It’s enough to make you mine.” Ransom crossed his arms over his chest and parted his lips, his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip. “For now.”

“Did you get a good peek when you changed me?” You questioned him, expecting a kind of snarky kickback to your comment, or maybe even a bold conjecture about liking what he had seen. Instead of what you had been expecting, Ransom hummed under his breath and dropped his arms down to his sides.

“You need to eat something.” He walked toward the bed languidly, capturing and holding your attention before he reached out and brushed your hair off of your shoulder, exposing your scent gland. “My mark looks good on your neck.”

“If you want it there permanently,” you shivered against his touch, shuddering pleasantly when he pressed his fingertips flat against your neck, “you need better courting gifts.”

“What do you think you’re wearing?” He raised an eyebrow and your eyes dropped to the fuzzy striped socks you were wearing, two cute little brown bear heads attached to the top band.

The fuzzy socks were akin to everything you had enjoyed as an omega, providing the kind of warmth and comfort that you had dragged into your nest at home. It was a surprise then, that the cheap items which had seemed so out of sorts for Ransom, had been a gift.

“…I still don’t like you…” you muttered under your breath, running your hands up and down your shins up to your knees.

“Come eat, brat.” Ransom had spoken with little ire, scooping you from the bed into his embrace, giving you little chance to resist him.

He was still asleep, resting against the sheets likely stained with the spend, his arm tucked beneath the pillow his head was resting on. He had dozed off, gone to the world while his body ached from the way he had been bent and tossed around, pleasurably so.

“Jake,” when he heard Ari whispering his name, he groaned in his sleep, his ass still harbouring some of the tenderness after Ari had been done with him, “wake up.”

“Ari,” Jake huskily whined and tightened the blanket around his body, tucking the soft material under his chin, “anytime but now.”

“Up, puppy.” Ari had grabbed hold of the blanket and gave it a sharp tug, returning Jake’s body to a state of being uncovered and bare, the chill stirring his cock to stand at full attention. “You can’t sleep all day.”

“Watch me.” Jake huffed and shoved his head under the pillow, stirring the bratty behaviour everyone had known the two of you were capable of. He had denied Ari’s request to get up by shoving his head under the pillow and then had angled his hips while spreading his legs as if to tease Ari. It was a simultaneous teasing motion along with the gentle coy shake of his hips, grinding his ass against the bed.

“Don’t make me get you out of bed.” There was a synonymous balance of amusement at his bratty behaviour and the desire to fuck him complacent again. “I will use force-“

“I’d like to see you try.” Ari couldn’t see his face and he didn’t have to know that Jake was smirking beneath the pillow and had found the interaction as much of a turn-on as Ari had.

“You were warned, pup.” Ari had let the growl slip before he dropped his hands to his belt and popped the metal tongue from the notch, grabbing the free end and yanking his belt through the loops.

He had cracked his belt twice, watching pre-cum oozing from the tip of Jake’s cock as the omega was beginning his descent to the needy omega brat he was. Ari had parted his lips and brushed his tongue against his bottom lip as he studied his omega spread out like an unwrapped present waiting to be touched and fucked. Ari had changed the position of his hold on the belt, letting the metal clasp dangle before he stepped toward the bed. He precariously let the metal drag along Jake’s leg from his shin up the path to his thigh, watching his omega shudder and whimper.

“One more chance, omega.” Ari had leaned in and rested his left hand against the mattress while his chest hovered mere millimetres from Jake’s stomach. “One last chance to get up before I make you get up.”

“I’m not moving.” Jake had removed the pillow covering his face and cast it aside, his attention falling upon Ari and their eyes meeting as a surge of tension pulsed between the two.

“Bratty boy.” Ari crooned and clenched his hand tighter around the belt, fingers digging into the leather before he slowly stood and looked Jake over. “Present.”

The alpha command was given with a structured intensity that made it impossible to be ignored. It carried the weight of an alpha who was domineering and dominating. It was the command that had driven itself between Ari and Jake, and you in the future, the kind of demanding action that omegas loved to hear and alphas loved to give.

“Alpha…” Jake groaned and thrust his hips, not yet adhering to the demand that was given.

“Now, omega.” Ari set his hand upon Jake’s thigh and squeezed, delivering the additional command with a bite. “Present for your alpha.”

The movement was quick, he had raised himself to his hands and knees and turned over, his cheek resting against the mattress while his ass was raised in the air. The puckered hole that had been fucked over multiple times in the night was ready again, aided by the solicitous desire and needs of the alpha who wanted to fuck him again.

“Look at you,” Ari crooned as he rid himself of his jeans, kicking them off and under the bed, before he grasped the base of his cock and pumped himself twice, “such a good omega with your ass up for your alpha. Do you wanna get fucked again pup? You want another load in your cute little omega ass?”

“Ari…” Jake moaned his name, and whined in building desire, “alpha please-“

“Hush, pup.” Ari hovered behind Jake and lined the head of his cock up with his ass, smearing his pre-cum around his omega’s tight asshole. “You need to learn to listen.”

Jake shuddered and shivered, he had gipped the sheets while Ari had started to push the head of his cock into Jake’s tight, puckered hole. Every inch he had pushed, Jake’s tight ass had sucked him in as if it was one puzzle piece made for another. Jake’s pleasure was immediate, and so were his whining cries as Ari had finally hit bottom and filled his omega’s hole with the thick shaft that was made for him.

“Good pup,” Ari had reached around ad grabbed Jake’s cock, stroking his dick from shaft to tip, swirling his fingers around the seeping head, “you’re a good omega, aren’t you? Taking your alpha’s cock so well.”

“Fuck me,” Jake grunted, thrusting his hips into Ari’s strokes while his asshole has suckered his alpha’s cock back in, “please fuck me.”

“Sweet omega,” Ari had pulled his cock out and slammed it back in, feeling the swell of Jake’s ass as he took it hard and fast, thrusting violently into his omega, “letting me mark you as mine. Letting me own you.”

“It feels so f-fucking good-“ Jake had whined, he had groaned without merit until Ari had brushed the fingers of his free hand against Jake’s lip, the latter opening his lips to suckle on his alpha’s fingertips.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” Ari rocked against Jake, fucking his ass like a man starved while toying with Jake’s cock and his lips. “You and your other sweet little omega brat are everything an alpha needs.”

“Three alpha’s.” Jake’s voice was distorted and mumbled from Ari’s fingers, and the message had gotten across well enough.

“You’re right, pup. You brats need three alphas to keep you in line.” Ari had leaned in and brushed his lips against Jake’s neck, nipping at the mark that was on its way to being healed. “I’m going to spend all morning fucking you, Jake. Your ass is going to be red and stretched, you won’t be able to walk. Do you want that?”

The inability to speak had hit him, and Jake was unable to communicate his want other than a sharp and pleasured gasp.

“That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, pup. I’ll fuck you how you deserve.”

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Brat Taming: Part 5

Ransom gripped the highball glass in his hand with enough strength to nearly shatter the structure as he swallowed the mix of whiskey and club soda within.

It was the burn of his throat that brought him comfort after he was astutely and rather boldly shut down via his courting gifts when he had found out they’d been returned.

The statement on his credit card had reflected your denial of his gifts and an extension of him and his act of winning you over, and with the returned gift was scorn from his mother that Ransom should focus on omegas worthy of his class.

The sting of rejection, from his family and so-called friends, hadn’t felt nearly as excruciating as finding out his first courting gift was returned. It was a sting, a blow to his ego as alpha and it made him wonder if you thought he was incompetent or an idiot.

The rejection of an omega had Ransom on edge, given that very few omegas had ever thought of rejecting the rich and handsome alpha whose skills weren’t excluded from the bedroom.

The denial had conflicted with Jake’s acceptance and the knowledge that one of two potential omegas had wanted him. It was the conflicting acceptance and denial that had Ransom’s primal tendencies as an alpha put on edge. Despite what was going on in his head or his personal life, even despite his ego and his prickly personality, he was driven by his urges as an alpha to provide and find appeasement for his omegas.

And your temporary setback and rejection had stung.

It was that bitter spike to his damaged ego that made his day drink his usual whiskey, neither caring to take his time when ordering nor nurse the alcohol in his glass. It was a relief, albeit a poor one, that helped take the edge off since he had to meet up with the other two alphas to discuss what happened on the courting dates.

The only hope Ransom saw was in the stellar fact that he wasn’t the only one to be rejected. Ari’s gift has also been rejected, a denial that was sitting with the CEO alpha much better than it was with Ransom. It hadn’t seemed to settle under his skin as it had with Ransom, there wasn’t the grating sting that aggravated Ari and knocked him off his game, not like Ransom.

“Steve is making the best headway with Y/N-“ Ari had opened the discussion between the three alphas with the news that at least one was succeeding with you.

“She returned my gift.” Ransom was bitter and admittedly impressed by your act of a world-class omega brat, but bitter nonetheless.

And that bitterness had turned him toward another glass of whiskey and club soda, the drink downed while Ari was still on his first.

“Because you gave her a gift that was more about the cost than the meaning.” Steve had commented, watching Ransom slam the empty glass back down and use the sleeve of his designer sweater, which was fraying at the collar and sleeves, to wipe his mouth.

“And what did you give her?” Ransom scoffed, a telltale sign of his ego bruised and battered.

“Lavender, rosemary, eucalyptus and chamomile oil. She suffers from bad headaches when her heats approach and the first day is always the worst.” The gift was small, cheap even, but it meant something, and it meant that Steve was listening and in tune with your needs as an omega.

“What about you, Levinson?” Ransom scowled. “Why did she turn down your gift?”

“She didn’t say, and she didn’t need to say. They don’t owe us explanations.” Ari had and truly was, the buffer between Steve and Ransom.

The two alphas were on opposite spectrums as men and alphas, coming from two entirely different walks of life that shaped them and their ideals. Steve was a soldier of the past, he could not just play the long game but had the patience necessary to reflect the omega’s moods and temperaments, naturally.

Ransom was a spoiled rich kid, albeit one who was brilliant, and that had been an explanation for his fragility. Ransom was not used to being to any or being rejected as he was, it was almost as if he could not see that Jake and you were the best things for him.

Jake was softer and more susceptible to Ransom and his whims, while you were a lot more guarded and harder to please, using your defences to keep yourself and Jake from being hurt but underneath your guard, you were a sweetheart. You just wanted the best for Jake and yourself, you wanted the best for the omega you were in love with.

“You’re making headway with Jake,” Steve pointed out success for Ransom, “you already have him scented.”

“Jake got his first courting gift from us,” Ari spoke of ransom and himself, “but Steve hasn’t.”

“Yet.” Steve leaned back and sighed softly. “I don’t know what to get him.”

“So you didn’t get Jake anything? And I got rejected. What do you suggest for little miss brat?” Ransom crossed his arms over his chest and ground his teeth together.

“Don’t think you can win her over by throwing money at her,” Steve advised, seeing as he had made the most progress with you. “You need to take time and give her the classics, something simple.”

There was contemplation, a beat of silence before Ari had reached for his wallet in the back of his jeans and pulled out a few bills, tossing them on the table. “Come on, we gotta get ready.”

“For what?” Ransom’s edge remained, even when Steve and Ari started to stand.

“Jake get first to pick at a pack date, we’re going to a club.”

“I hate this.” Mumbling into his shoulder, Jake had laughed under his breath and turned his head to kiss your hair as the cab had slowly come to a stop, the club you were heading to was mere feet away.

“No you don’t, we’ve done this lots.” When he pulled away and you had gotten another look at him your stomach fluttered with butterflies, and the urge to touch him was impossible to resist.

You had pressed your hands against his chest and leaned in, brushing your lips against his in an exchange of affections. He sighed against your kiss, hands falling to your hips to stabilize you as you scoot further into his grasp.

“Baby Bear,” Jake reluctantly pulled away and brushed your loose hair behind your ears, his soft touch extending down the angle of your jaw to your chin, “you have to stop trying to distract me, you’re going to be fine.”

“You think I’m distracting you?” Your fingers resting upon his chest had spread and curled, balling his shirt beneath your palms as Jake slid one hand further up your back while the other hand rested on your hip. “Do you think-“

“Yes.” Jake cut you off with a single confirming word and a soft tap to your ass then he removed his left hand from your body, reached behind his back and grabbed the door handle, giving it a good tug.

As he had started to push the door open with his free hand, only to cease the action when it was opened for you. As the scent of the alpha began to infiltrate the car, you groaned under your breath and mumbled, your irritation for the arrogant alpha already causing your mood to sour.

You weren’t even halfway out of the cab, not out onto the street and you had already glowered at the alpha, waiting for Jake who had greeted his warmth and a little affectionate preen.

“I don’t like you.” You mumbled, caught between the cab and Ransom’s firm and broad chest, your body unwillingly quaking under the surge of his thick and heady scent.

He was keeping you trapped, keeping you stuck in place while his hand had settled on your hip, in the place Jake’s once had been, his fingers gripping the material of your skirt as it hung around your hips and lower thighs.

“I know exactly how you feel about me,” Ransom’s scent was thick and coiling, and he had leaned down with his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

He had inhaled your scent as he was pressed against you, the closeness of your body and his drawing him further into the depths of your primal connectivity that transcended your wants.

Your body, your basest desires and interests in an alpha, outweigh your reflections of who he was.

“Get away from me.” You hissed and raised your clutch, whacking him in the shoulder with as much strength as you could muster while being pressed tightly against him, the force overall insignificant enough to hurt him but it had delivered the message.

“You can’t avoid me forever.” Ransom had stepped back and allowed you to pass, waiting until you were on the sidewalk with Jake, Steve and Ari before he had paid the cab.

As it pulled away, he had followed your trail and looked you over, noting the distance you had put between himself and you, standing on the other side of Jake, your hand squeezing his hand.

“I’m excited,” Jake, like Ari, was a buffer between you and Ransom, and he had interfered in the tension that was lingering between the two of you, “it’s been so long since we’ve gone out.”

“You go out often?” Ari had questioned the two of you, stealing Jake from your side, tucking your best friend and fellow omega into his side, pointedly leaving you with Steve and Ransom to get you and Ransom to connect.

“Oh yeah, we used to go out all the time.” Jake had seemed so in his element, so naturally drawn to the alphas, his guard explicitly down and opened for them.

It was the kind of trust he had in them that you lacked, the kind of trust that you were unable to give them, save for maybe Steve.

“You have your ID?” Steve questioned, making another passive attempt at cutting the tension between you two, walking with you tucked between you and Ransom.

“Yep.” Your answer was short, the process of showing your ID even quicker, and it was mere moments of pulling it out before you slipped it back into your clutch and followed them inside, your temperament wavering.

“Are you okay?” Steve had stopped you from following Ari, Ransom and Jake, holding you back to whisper his question in your ears and gently rubbing his hands over your arms, soothing you as you physically deflated against him.

“He drives me crazy, I just wanna smack him.” You sighed and leaned into Steve who had pressed his lips against the top of your head, so easily settling you into a place of comfort.

He was, other than Jake, your comfort person and you both knew it.

“Try and be good, he’s trying.”

“Trying my ass.” You scoffed and yelped when Steve swiftly cracked his hand against your ass.

“Let me rephrase it, omega.” Steve felt you shudder against him, and his hand steadied you when you tried to escape. “You need to give Ransom a chance because Jake wants him, and part of you wants him too.”

“I do not-“ You jerked and whined, complacently turning to jelly against him as his teeth had dug into you the nape of your neck, a distinguishing move that rendered you submissive.

“You bend so easily to alphas you want. If it was Ransom, you would’ve caved.” Steve muttered, holding your hips as he gently scolded you. “Give Ransom a chance, and I’ll take you back to New York with me when I go.”

“Are you bribing me?” You looked at him over your shoulder, burning heat and powerful electricity bouncing back and forth between you. “You’re bribing me?”

“Do you have the ability to be good?” Steve pondered, his thumbs brushing against your scent glands, stirring a soft whine from you.

“Yes,” you whimpered, caving immediately, “I’ll be good.”

“Good girl.” Steve praised you and grabbed your hand in his. “I promise I’ll take you with me back to New York as long as you give him a chance.”

The steady flow of alcohol and the sensual beat of the music had driven the crowd as if they were part of an ocean system, flowing to and from the shore in a low and high tide. The flux of bodies grinding against each other has driven the sexual tension through the room until it was crackling and sparking like an electrical storm that was waiting to touch the ground.

The order or drinks that had made their way to your table was taken and ingested, though the effects were lost on Steve they hadn’t been lost on you or Jake. The flow of alcohol was loosening the two of you up, Jake more than you and the looseness of his character had driven him directly into the lap of Ari.

The two were self-consumed, Jake’s hands gripping Ari’s hair as he slowly ground himself against the alpha whose hands were clutching his ass to drive him forward. The two were entangled, happily woven together leaving you and Steve alone, as Ransom had wandered to the bar.

“They’re going to go home together,” you had alluded, sipping on the water Steve made you drink between cocktails, “I can tell.”

“Are you happy for them?” Steve’s hand on your thigh was climbing, your bond and connection pulling you together while the promise you’d made him was at the back of your mind.

“I want Jake to be happy,” you finished the water and pushed it away, slowly rising to stand, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“Should I walk you there?” Steve grabbed your hand, pulling your attention back to him. “There’s a lot of alphas here-“

“I’m fine,” you gently pulled your hand out of his grasp, “I’ll be fine.”

“Y/N, come straight back here or find Ransom. Don’t go wandering.” Steve was gentle in his alpha command, knowing well enough that gentility was better suited than a bark.

“I will, alpha.” The alcohol in your system, despite the water between, was making you more susceptible to the designation commands, and it was only a given why Steve would be so protective with so many alphas.

“Good girl.” He praised you, heat blooming in your belly as you started to walk away from the table and pushed through the crowd.

Your senses were dulled by the way of alcohol and the heady mix of scents that made it hard to comprehend where you were amongst the mass of designations in the club though luck was on your side when you found the bathroom and stepped inside.

You were quick to find a clean enough stall and lock yourself inside, just for a moment of reprieve. You had taken more time than necessary to isolate yourself away from the throes of the crowd’s scents, even if the bathroom wasn’t the best place to deescalate your overstimulation.

When you were ready to leave, you stepped out of the bathroom and stepped up to the sink, pumping soap into your hands and scrubbing vigorously while studying yourself in the mirror.

The sleek leather skirt you’d dug out of your closet was still comfortably set around your hips and thighs, giving you enough coverage to be able to successfully bend without anything slipping, and the boots you’d chosen had given you stability and comfort.

There was no doubt that you would’ve appeared overdressed compared to some women who were at the club tonight, but it was more about comfort than style, especially in a place like this.

As you turned away from the mirror, after washing your hands, you walked toward the door and pulled it open, the handle nearly slipping from your grip as an alpha stood on the other side, his eyes nearly blown black with lust.

“I followed you from the bar.” He was drunk or high, maybe both, and every warning sign in your head was telling you to run.

Every possible nerve in your body was coming alive with fright as the sense of imminent danger was starting to settle under your skin.

“You’re unmarked.”

“Fuck off.” Your figurative hackles were raised, your teeth bared as your self-defensiveness took over every other sensation. “I’m not interested in being your chew toy.”

“You smell good.” He grinned and you attempted to slam the door in his face, using every feat of strength you had to slam it, the motion stopped by his hand grabbing the wood.

You slammed your shoulder against the door, momentary victory as he yelped and squealed in pain, the bones in his hand breaking upon impact with the door and the frame.

“You fucking bitch!” He cursed you out and yanked his hand between the door, allowing you to close it but hadn’t gotten the opportunity to lock it. “You stupid cunt!”

You stepped back, barely missing the door hit you as he threw it open and happened upon you. His eyes were black, his teeth bared in aggression with the intent to break you.

“Get out!” You were trapped between him and the bathroom, trapped between a wild animal and freedom. “I said I’m not interested!”

“As if I give a fuck what you want!” The aggressor had taken a step toward you, a single step, and then his head was grabbed and slammed against the door frame.

There was a sickening crunch as his head made contact that was followed by his body dropping to the bathroom floor, blood pooling from a cut on his head.

Ransom stood in the doorway, his own eyes darkened by rage and aggression. He stalked toward the alpha that was moments from assaulting you and drove his fist repeatedly into his face, the alpha below Ransom unable to contend with the blows.

It was a scene that had you startled as Ransom let loose his aggression until the other alpha had passed out, and collapsed against the ground. When he was no longer responding, Ransom stood and shook his hand twice, knuckles bloodied and battered, darkened gaze fixated on you.

“Ransom-“ he crashed into you, hands grabbing your ass as he lift you to the bathroom counter and slated his lips against your own.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, back arching against him as his scent coiled around you possessively and protectively.

“Ransom,” you moaned his name as his lips were drawn down to your neck, teeth scraping against your scent gland, “fuck…”

“You’re mine,” he growled against your flesh, holding you steady as he scented you, as he invaded your sense of reason and covered your body with his, “you’re my omega.”

“I’m yours.” You quaked against him. Your fingers dug into his chest, fingers grabbing hold of his shirt as he bit down on your neck, the mark not official and not deep enough to be permanent.

It was enough to make you reek of him, a temporary claim.

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Brat Taming: Part 2

“I got a promotion today. Kind of. I don’t know.” Your voice had broken the silence, and Jake had shifted next to you to roll onto his side so he could face you.

You had turned to the right, laying with your head tucked on his bicep, your hands resting against his bare and exposed chest, fingers tracing the edges of his newest tattoo, the colourful ink drawing your admiration.

“A promotion?” Jake had wondered and then placed his hand upon your waist, the heady weight of his palm bringing heat and comfort to you through touch.

“I uhh…” you sighed and hooked your fingers in the front of the shirt you had stolen from him, the bright green was at first horrendous to look at but had now given you such comfort. “I’m… the second assistant to Mr. Levinson. I mostly grab coffee and file paperwork, photocopy a few things. His first assistant attends meetings and…ugh.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Jake’s encouragement was matched with his hand lifting from your hip to brush your hair behind your ear, “you got the promotion because you’re good at your job.”

“You’re sweet, Jake.” You had complimented him while shifting closer to him on the bed, the space between your chest and hips, your legs and his, had been minimized when he slid his leg between yours and nudged his thigh against your knee.

“What I wouldn’t give to kiss you.” He muttered under his breath while his eyes had searched yours, while his hand had explored the expanse of your bare arm while you laid tucked against him.

“Nothing is stopping you,” you searched his beautiful blues and lifted your hands to grasp his glasses and gently pull them off his face and then you folded them, “nothing is stopping you, Jake. Not here.”

“Baby Bear,” he placed his hand against the small of your back and slid his hand beneath the hem of his shirt, his rough and hardened hand flush with your skin, fingers moving gently back and forth in a delicate dance, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you angled your head, your nose bumping against his own in a soft prod, urging him to make contact, “kiss me, Jake.”

The moment his lips had brushed against yours, the moment you had felt the heat from his body enveloping yours and the tender flux of want and desire coiling in your belly tightly, was one the greatest moments of your life. It was memorable, it was remarkable and it was life-altering.

“Ransom Drysdale,” the alpha sitting across from you had lifted a highball from the table and had pressed the smooth rim against his lips, the ice clinking against the sides of the clear glass as he tipped it back and sipped on the liquid inside, “owner of the publishing house Blood Like Wine.”

The smooth richness to his voice had affected Jake just as much as you had, and you hadn’t needed to face him head-on to know he was afflicted by the three beautiful alphas sitting at the table. Each one was powerful and intimidating in its way, each one had this ethereal and stoic-like beauty about them that would, could, have awarded them any omega of their choosing. Their scents and their sheer size were true testaments to the kind of alphas they were, a string of elite and impressive alphas that had stood out from the crowd.

And yet, the longer Ransom Drysdale, the rich poster alpha for lavishness and a shopping habit that extended beyond all measurable reasons, the faster he had gotten under your skin and on your nerves. It wasn’t as if you and Jake had been able to go about your life without coming across cocky alphas who had thought themselves to be a gift to society, but there was something far more substantial and profound about this alpha that had projected himself as such. It was if, this nature for being cocky and confident, for believing he was better than the general populace of alphas, was not just an act but a reality.

“Is that supposed to impress us? Sell us on bonding to you for life?” Your edge had returned, the resulting dig had only made his smirk widen and his eyes flash with amusement.

His hair had been slicked back and the Burberry coat he had worn and refused to take off, was partially obscuring the cable knit sweater he had worn beneath the tan-coloured jacket. His blue eyes had been brimming with thinly veiled lust and amusement the longer you had remained irrevocably unimpressed by the grandeur of his career and the outward projection of his wealth.

There was something about him, however, that had made you wonder if he was projecting this idealism about who he was as a barrier or a defence mechanism that had been developed early on in his life, perhaps even before his first rut.

“Put the claws away, kitten.” He sipped on his highball and then set the glass back down on the coaster with a muffled thud, but kept his hand wrapped around the glass. “I’m telling you about me.”

“I forget the part where anyone asked.” You had known this was a dangerous game to play, you had known that facing off against three alphas like this would and could have led you down a road that could not have ended well — nonetheless, you had kept up barriers of your own.

“Bear, you okay?” Jake had leaned into you, his shoulder brushing against your own, his hand slipping beneath the table to rest on your thigh as a method to both calm you and communicate the previous message about needing to run if you had wanted to.

Ransom was a contrast to Ari and Steve, younger than both and so far on the other side of the personality spectrum of the other alphas entertaining you and Jake tonight. Ransom was a rich boy, a rich alpha who had flaunted his wealth and his attitude.

“Forgive him, sweetheart. Drysdale can’t resist being a prick, even for a few hours.” Ari’s voice had stolen your attention, and Steve’s side-eyed glare aimed at the youngest of the alphas was a communicable buffer that had returned the date to a lower density level.

And it was Ari that had reached across the table to rest his hand upon your own, his gentle and yet imposing frame was doing more to ease you now that it had been all night, and you knew, deep within your soul, that he was projecting calm upon you.

“Clearly.” You mumbled under your breath and reached for your drink in front of you, and in one fell swoop, had downed the entire glass of wine without taking a moment to let the flavours of the expensive red sit on your tongue.

“You wanna slow down, baby bear?” Jake had leaned in and mumbled in your ear, the brush of his lips against your ear was a small action and yet it had stirred a visceral reaction not only in Steve but Ransom as well.

You could feel, sense, the thickening of their desire and want, the intense pulsing of their scents as they had become headier and far more potent. It was the closeness of Jake and yourself that had produced such a reaction in the two alphas.

“I’m fine.” You had angled your head toward Jake and made eye contact with him the passing of quick-fired messages from one omega to the next was momentous and for a mere second, the world had faded until it was you and him.

It was you and Jake, and his hand on your thigh, nothing and no one else was there in this little snippet of time.

“You grew up together?” The moment had ended when Ari had cleared his throat and drew attention back to the other three men watching you and Jake, and as you had shifted in your chair, you had caught another heated gaze although it had not come to form Ransom, but Steve.

“Mmhmm. Y/N and I are best friends, we’ve been best friends since we were kids. We met early on in school.” Jake had looked at you from the corner of his eyes as he had spoken, his fingers flexing against your thigh in a soft, empathetic motion that had drawn you back down from an anxious edge.

“We always knew we would end up in a pack together.” You had spoken a half-truth, hiding the underlying reality that if you and Jake could have mated together you would have. “You still are the tallest omega I’ve ever met.”

“If I’m the tallest, then you’re the shortest.” Jake’s lips had been pulled into a half-smile, his eyes trained solely on you as you scoffed and pushed yourself back into your seat when the waiter had come by and refilled your glass.

“I am not that short.” You had spoken in defence of yourself, even though compared to Jake, Ransom, Ari and Steve, it had almost felt like you were a sand cat compared to a Siberian tiger.

“Not everyone can be giant.” You made the claim and then glanced toward the other three men at the table, your stomach flipping end over end at the look in their eyes while Jake and you had conversed, the rippling wave of tensity extending from one alpha to the next. “I mean…present company excluded.”

The rest of the date had passed as quickly as you expected with light, yet slightly awkward conversations that had been mulled with some snarky remarks from Ransom and your equally yet not as powerful rebuttal that had only drawn more delight and ire from the rich boy alpha.

When the date had concluded and you and Jake were waiting for the Uber, leaning against each other, the offer for a second date was made. The extended reach to continue courting had come and while it wasn’t a surprise to you and Jake, given how charismatic and drawn to each other you had all seemed to be, the offer itself had made it hard to catch your breath.

“You’re both beautiful,” Steve had complimented as he had stood before you and Jake, his hands shoved into his leather jacket while he had made the offer, speaking more for himself than he was for Ransom or Ari, “I want to see you again.”

“Speaking for yourself, Rogers? Thinking of hoarding the little omegas?” Ransom had spoken over Steve and yourself, his lips tugged into a smirk at your rising irritation with him, your eyes narrowed slightly. “I’d like to stake a claim.”

“I’d like to shove a stake up your ass, prick.” You bared your teeth and snapped at the arrogant asshole, your hands clenched by your sides, keeping a close eye on him while he had taken a few steps toward you. Ransom had extended his hand toward you and cupped your chin, tilting your head back as he hummed under his breath appreciatively, his eyes burning with the idea of a challenge.

“You two omegas are going to have so much fun, kitten.” Ransom had tapped his thumb against your bottom lip, warmth flooding your belly as his eyes pierced you, and then moved to Jake. “I love bratty omegas.”

“I’m sure they love all of two minutes with you too.” You smacked his hand away and pressed yourself closer to Jake, his hand snaking around your waist to settle on your belly.

“Not here, bear.” Jake had whispered in your ear, easing you back into his embrace, his warmth and his easing scent relaxing you minutely.

“We would all like to see you again, go on another courting date.” Ari had continued Steve’s request, the desire to continue this potential relationship that was on the cusp of becoming a reality.

Despite the cockiness and the asshole personality of Ransom, there was a connection there that had drawn attention to the potential between the five of you. It was hard to deny the chemistry that had been dense and heady, the way you and Jake had reacted to Ransom, Ari and Steve even if you and Ransom had clashed more than once tonight.

“My boss, an Avenger and an asshole,” relief was quick to come to you when the Uber had pulled up to the curb, and Jake had begun to open the door for you, sensing your mild discomfort, “it’s a lot to think about.”

“Take all the time you need, sweetheart. Both of you.” Ari had leaned in and brushed his lips against your cheek first and then extended the same affectionate parting to Jake, and you had caught the pride surging in Ari when Jake had blushed and glanced away bashfully. “I’ll see you at work Monday, honey.”

“I hope you dream of me, kittens. I know I’ll be dreaming of you.” Ransom had given you one last once over, a hearty laugh bubbling in his throat when you rolled your eyes and clenched your jaw.

“What a nightmare.” You snipped and finally sank into the Uber, slinking over to the other side of the vehicle your arms crossing over your chest, ignoring Jake’s bubbling emotional high, a least until the vehicle had started to pull away from the curb.

“You did amazing.” He praised you though he was still unable to show you all the affection he had wanted to and had to settle for his hand resting on top of yours in the backseat of the Uber.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” You had hummed and rested your head on the back of the seat. “Ransom is an ass.”

“He’s hot though,” Jake had blushed again, the colour dusting his nose and cheeks was endearing, and you were remiss to agree with him. “Is this…something we want?”

You had known, without needing to think on it too much, that Jake was right and that this, his choices, were truly good. It had felt natural.

“Another date wouldn’t be the worst, would it?” You tilted your head and looked at him your best friend and great love that you could not have, at least not in public. “Ari, Ransom and Steve-“

“I think,” Jake had squeezed your hand, “I think they’re going to be good for us.”

“You’re right Jake. I think…you’re right.”

“I’ll let them know.” Jake had dug his phone from his right front pocket, and unlocked the device, starting the course of a true courtship.

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Brat Taming: Part 1

“They’re not psychopaths.” Jake’s three little words had created a buzz of positivity and promise within you, as he watched you from the middle of your bed.

“I know you’ve dug through every aspect of their personal lives-“ you looked at yourself in the mirror and adjusted the tie of your high-low dress. You had tilted your head to the side, studying the way the dress had laid across your hip, tapered at the waist and had given a peek at the curve of your breasts and cleavage with the cut of the tapered V neck.

“-and into every square corner of their identity online.” Jake had drawn your attention from your reflection in the mirror, to the position he had remained in.

Jake was in the middle of the bed wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and one of his favourite graphic shirts, the red cotton bright and bold against the colour of his jeans. The image of a woman holding a hot dog was forefront on the cotton shirt, stylized with the Ben Day process that drew your focus to the quirky picture. Despite the looseness of the cotton shirt, you could easily depict the sheer size of Jake Jensen that should have been allotted to an alpha.

It was his size that was misleading, that had misled many alphas and betas in the past into thinking that Jake Jensen was an alpha. Jake had the sheer size of alpha, the broad width and the musical density, even the height had alluded to him being an alpha and yet his scent, his nature was pure instinctual omega.

People had consistently and constantly been confused by your childhood friend, the omega that should have been a recipient of the alpha distinction. Even on the schoolyard when you both were well before your first heats, people had been puzzled by the omega who was larger, taller and more physically imposing than any omega before.

It was this distinct contradiction of size and mannerism that had probably been what had first drawn you and Jake together, it was what had first made you become friends on the schoolyard.

You had first met Jake in the early years of elementary school when the group of omegas in your school had decided to shut out the tall omega, wary of his size and stature as if they hadn’t trusted him solely for the size of him. It was a motion put forth that omegas and betas, should stay away from Jake, who had to have been given the wrong distinction. It was a rumour that had picked up heat, that had spread like wildfire and while the rest of the omegas that had banded together had avoided him, you were drawn to him.

You were drawn to his goofiness and his good-natured personality. You were drawn to his beautiful eyes and his bright smile, and the way he had carried himself. Even his scent, as an omega, had called to you.

For all extents and purposes, you and Jake could have been mates.

All your connection and all your commonalities could have made you and Jake perfect for each other, however, you were both omegas and that had ended all hope there could be. Omegas did not mate with omegas, it was a probability and a circumstance that had not been given life. Omegas were paired together in packs and had gone through courting cycles, perhaps even multiples, until they had found the right alphas to share.

From a young age, you and Jake had known that you would be together in a pack. The two of you were thick as thieves, you were each other’s best friends and while there was this underlying devotion that had gone beyond friendship, you both had known that if you could not have each other as mates, you could have each other in a pack.

“You look really pretty, baby bear.” Jake had leaned forward and you had looked at him through the reflection, watching him lean forward on his elbows, his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses were trained on the hem of your dress.

“Jake,” you had cooed and turned away from the mirror to face him head-on, your arms falling to your sides and your fingers picking at the seams of the skirt, “you say that about everything I wear.”

“You’re beautiful,” Jake had spoken with dire honesty and then shifted on the bed, leaning back and stretching his legs out in front of him, “they’re gonna love you.”

“I don’t know much about them, and you won’t tell me their name.” You had taken a step toward the edge of the bed, your eyes locking on each other’s while he extended his arms behind him.

“You trust me,” Jake stated while he was watching you move closer to him, his breath hitching in his throat when you had got into the bed, rising to your knees, “you know I would only do the best for us both.”

“Jakey,” you hummed under your breath and pressed your palms against the bed, the heels of your hands digging into the mattress as you moved forward, “you are my best friend. I trust you with my life.”

Jake reached for you and had set his hands upon your hips to steady you when you inched ever closer, your hands resting against his shoulders while you had hovered above him. It had felt like an intimate and subtle act of affection that could have been passed from alpha to omega, however, it was you and Jake.

It was natural and it was innate the way that you and Jake could be so blissfully comfortable with each other.

“I made the right choices, baby bear. I want it to be a surprise for you.” Jake had drawn his hands from your hips to your back, his thumbs pressing against your back through your dress.

“I trust you, I trust you to make good decisions for us.” You had drawn your hands further up his shoulders and to his neck, the pads of your thumbs brushing against his scent glands.

“You look really pretty,” he had complimented you once more, and moved the placement of his left hand to play with some strands of hair that you had left free from your chignon, “you’re gonna steal their hearts.”

“And you,” your lips twitched as you smirked, “are wearing your-“

“-favourite shirt.” Jake finished your sentence and leaned in, the tip of his nose touching yours. “You bought it for my birthday.”

“You wouldn’t stop going to look at it, I had to get it just to stop you from going back over and over.” You dropped your head to his shoulder and sighed. “Why am I so anxious? Why am I so nervous about this? It isn’t…we’re starting our courting cycle and I just feel-“

“Hey,” Jake smoothed his hand up and down your back, “we’ve got this alright? This date will be fine, and if it isn’t, we come home and eat a pint of ice cream and watch a movie.”

“Can I paint your nails?” You asked, mumbling into his shoulder.

“Only if you let me do yours.” Jake brushed your hair behind your ear and trailed his fingers down the shell of your ear, down the side of your neck to your shoulder. He had splayed his fingers; brushing the tips against the seam of the dress as it had rested against the curve of your shoulder and bicep, his eyes drawn down the rest of your exposed arm with a heady gaze.

“We should start getting ready to go. You know… it’s always better to be early.” You had spoken the very words he was thinking, and it was another silent pass of communication before Jake had started to move while you were still in his arms.

He had begun lifting you while you were in his embrace, completely reliant on him for balance, as Jake had carted you toward the front door. He had only set you down when you had arrived at the front closet of your apartment, the soft small giggle rolling off your tongue as you bent down and scooped up a pair of strappy black heels and a pair of ballet-style flats, hanging them off your fingers as if they were resting on a scale.

“The heels make your legs look amazing,” Jake had drawn his fingers across the ties of the flats, and then glanced toward the heels, “make yourself comfortable, baby bear. You can wear heels any other time.”

It was all you had needed, and you dropped the heels back down to the floor in favour of the flats. You had leaned against Jake as you slipped the first flat on and had brushed your fingers against the tie when he had gently batted your hands away and began securing them for you. His hands had been steady as he tied the ribbon attached to the left flat around your ankle, delicately waving it before he tied it with a bow, and repeated the process on the right foot.

When he had finished, Jake had helped steady you once more and waited for you to grab your clutch and a jacket.

“Are you ready for this?” He had asked, looping his arm in with yours, his free hand grasping the handle and pulling the door open.

“I trust you, and the decisions you made.” You had placed your hand on his chest in passing, smiling brightly toward him. “How bad can it be?”

** **

“Good morning, Mr. Levinson,” it’s the comment made in passing while you have your head shoved in a book so you don’t have to look at the alpha who’s near twice the size of you, stepping into the elevator.”

“You don’t need to talk to me formally, sweetheart.” His voice is intense as he leans over and brushes his arm against your own, his thumb pressing the button that’s already been pushed by you.

It’s an excuse to do something, you know it is, and yet when you see that sliver of skin, even if it’s just his wrist that peeks beneath a leather jacket, and you catch the scent that seems to be projected and pulsates in the small space, the book nearly falls from your hand.

“I think we should be at a much more familiar and personable place.” Ari Levinson is huge, and he is an alpha who bears his strength well.

He’s an alpha who is impeccably broad and thick-cut, with an abdomen that isn’t necessarily rippled with abs and yet he carries so much strength. He isn’t necessarily an alpha who is sharp cut with veiny muscles protruding, rather his strength is more traditional and akin to the strongmen who partake in tossing the caber in Highland games.

It’s an event Jake had dragged you to once, an event that he was eagerly cheering for and held no shame in painting the tartan of his favourite strongmen, across his cheeks and chests.

Ari Levinson was the kind of alpha you could easily picture partaking in that.

“I’ll remember that,” you squeaked and raised the book in your hands, the words jumbling into a mess of black ink, vowels and consonants.

“Have you started your first courting cycle?” The question in itself catches you off guard and you inhale sharply, the book teetering from your hand as your grip goes slack, thudding against the floor of the elevator.

“I-I’m sorry..?” You stumble for the book, taken back and blindsided by the question your boss had fired toward you.

“I’m sure you have plenty of requests for your courting cycle, I’m curious to know if you’ve started.” His smile is polite and cordial and for a moment you think that maybe there is nothing more to the conversation than your boss simply wondering if he would have to give you time off.

“Umm…I don’t know..? My…pack partner he…he’s arranging it all. He’s-“ the door opens with a ding and you attempt to take a step, but you’re stopped by Ari’s massive hand on your arm, his fingers brushing against the sleeve of your sweater though his touch is so warm that it feels as if he is touching your bare flesh.

“I didn’t mean to make you nervous, sweetheart. A beautiful omega like you, your offers must be rolling in.” You watch him smirk as if he has an inside scoop into your dating life. “An omega like you needs an alpha who can appreciate your fire and not snuff it out.”

“That’s my boss!” You don’t think twice before you physically smack his bare arm and dug your nails into his flesh while Jake is yelping from the pain.

You don’t think twice before your dig your nails in further and squeeze Jake’s arm while studying the three alphas waiting for you at the table, your eyes growing wider when people start looking for way, and you realize there is a complete lack of tables around the one you both are supposed to be ascending upon. There is a distinct lack of people…to give you and Jake, and the alphas privacy.

“Oh, my fuck-“ you barely get the swear out before you’re slapping a hand over your mouth and verbally squealing like a wounded animal as you look over the table.

“He put in three requests, bear.” Jake winces and manages to push your hand off his arm, soothing you as best as he possibly can while the hostess is confirming your details before she takes you back to the table.

“Jaekob!” You wrongfully enunciate his name as you move to smack his arm again, your scent twisting as a reaction to your shock and your uncertainty. “You couldn’t…you didn’t…give me notice.”

“Bear,” Jake whines at you, his hand squeezing yours as the hostess begins to step away from the stand, her eyes bouncing between you and your fellow omega, “if I did you wouldn’t have come.”

“And an avenger?! Are you out of your damn mind?” You shriek again, and the alphas take notice, your inability to keep your voice down and your scent contained has brought attention to the two of you that was unexpected.

You glance toward them and then look away, slinking back behind Jake as if he could shield you from this nightmare unfolding. It was a moment of you seeking stability from Jake, from the man that had been your safe place for so long, that had only endeared the three alphas even more to the start of this date, and you could feel it.

Their scents were just as equally strong as the last, though it had appeared as if Ari Levinson, your boss, had been established as the ‘leader’ of the three alphas. Ari Levinson had appeared to be the ‘alpha of alphas’ when it came to this potential matchup in the pack.

“It’s gonna be fine.” Jake had reassured you, talking to you over his shoulder while you physically hid behind his body, using him as your body shield. “You said you trusted me-“

“I do trust you, Jake.” You had stopped walking, and by extent, so had he. “I trust you with my life. It’s you and me.”

“They’re good alphas. I did every check, I ran through every faction of their lives that I could find online and our dating profiles-“ Jake had started and stopped when the hostess had cleared her throat near the table.

“-I know. The…potential is off the charts.” You had mumbled under your breath, still hiding behind Jake and using the clutch in your hands as a tool to expel your anxiousness by tapping it against your thigh.

“If you wanna leave at any time,” Jake had placed his hand against your cheek and tilt your head up, your eyes meeting, “we can. We can leave at any point?”

“Even now?” You wondered.

“Give it at least half an hour.” Jake had grasped your hand in his and finally stepped to the side, casting you in the line of their eyesight without a barrier in front of you.

And they were all looking at you; your boss, an avenger and the rich alpha.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Ari was the first to speak, the first to address you and start the night off.

“Long time, no see. What’s it been? A few hours?” You had bit in response, your sarcastic flourish producing an interesting response in their scents and a wicked smirk from the rich alpha on the end when you and Jake had been motioned to sit by the hostess, the start of the date officially upon you.

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Once (1)

Summary: Ransom broke your heart months ago – now he must face the consequences of his doings.

Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega(Plus Sized)!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, FWB, Ransom being an asshole, awful bets, plus-sized reader, unrequited love, mentions of sex, a/b/o, heartbreak, self-doubts, low self-esteem, unplanned pregnancy, nesting, sadness, scent bond, a hint of fluff, remorse

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Valentine’s day

Usually, you spend Valentine’s Day alone, sulk in self-pity and eat half of the unsold cupcakes you bring home from your mom’s bakery. Today is different. Today Ransom asked you to come over and bring your favorite red velvet cupcakes.

You are friends for almost a year now, well more than friends. Once in a while he drags you into his bed, takes you apart, turns you into a mush only to act as if he didn’t fuck your brains out the next day.

That’s just Ransom. He likes to play his game on his terms. He’s an alpha after all.

When you met him not 11 and a half months ago at your mom’s bakery you would’ve never imagined he’ll become your friend, your friend with benefits on top of all.

But here you are, grinning dopily while you balance the red velvet cupcakes, on one hand, to unlock Ransom’s door with the other.

“Ransom, I’m here—” your breath hitches in your throat entering his house. There are rose petals on the floor, a vase with red roses stands on his coffee table. A carefully wrapped gift placed next to it. “What’s all of this?”

“Ah, perfect timing, pipsqueak,” Ransom hurriedly walks toward you to snatch the cupcakes out of your hands. “What does this make?”

“It’s a gift, for Valentine’s Day. Don’t mind it,” you wave Ransom off, simply watch him open the box to place the cupcakes onto a prepared plate. Your heart beats a mile in a minute, and you are sure your legs are about to give in.

Ransom Drysdale prepared something for you on Valentine's Day!

“What do you think?” he asks, and you are close to tears. He’s so thoughtful today and it makes your heart swell he put so much effort into the surprise.

“It’s beautiful,” you try to not choke on your words when he steps closer, grinning.

“Great, she will love it then—” and your heart drops. “I bet Mandy…no Sandy will drop her panties instantly.”

All this effort to get another girl into his bed. He didn’t even think about inviting you for Valentine's Day and you believed he did all of this for you.

You’re such a dumb romantic fool sometimes…

“Ransom?” a soft voice brings you out of your trance, makes you realize you just stared at the roses on the table. “Who’s that?” the young omega looks at you, smiling softly when you fail to answer the question. “Did you yell at her too?”

“No one,” another stab to your heart. “Only the delivery girl from the bakery.”

Your legs finally obey, and you try to reach the door as fast as possible. You don’t want to cry in front of a stranger, or even worse, Ransom fucking Drysdale.

“Didn’t you forget something?” hands on her hips the girl glares at Ransom. “Pay the girl! I bet she has better things to do than delivering cupcakes to you.”

Ransom opens his wallet to place fifty bucks into your hands, but you drop the money and run for the hills, slamming the door shut behind you.

“She looked sad, angry, and disturbed at the same time,” the girl muses. “Tell me what you did to her, Ransom!”

“Y/N, sweetheart?” your mother watches you hide in the back. “I thought you will spend the day with Ransom. Did something happen?”

“I was wrong,” you choke out. “He already had plans with a pretty, skinny, and nice girl. Why would he waste his time on his fat friend?” looking up from the floor you blink the tears away. “He told her I’m the delivery girl, a no one. I’m such a fool.”

“Oh, sweetie,” your mother sits next to you on the ground. She slings one arm around your shoulders, tries to comfort you. “You will find a nice alpha one day. I didn’t want to tell you, but Ransom Drysdale isn’t good enough for you.”

“No one is according to you, mom,” you sigh, head resting against her shoulder. “I’m fat, that’s the problem. No guy wants to tell his friends and family he’s dating the ugly chick. Everyone wants to parade a girl like her around.”

“Forget about that bitch.”

“She’s not a bitch mom,” sniffing you wipe a few tears of your cheek. “She was nice to me. Even scolded Ransom. I don’t blame her, mom. The girl didn’t know about me.”

“You’re right,” your mother silently nods. “He’s the asshole in this story, sweetheart. Don’t let him get under your skin…”

Two days later…

“Sorry, I don’t have cupcakes at my apartment. If you want to buy something, you should go to a bakery,” you glare at Ransom. “What do you want here?”

“You forgot stuff at my house,” he drops a paper bag with the things you hid at his house to make sure your scent lingers a bit longer. “Sandy found one of your shirts and didn’t like your scent.”

“Thanks for bringing it back,” you pick the bag up, try to act as civil as possible. He already turns to leave but you want answers. If you will never see him again, you must ask him why you weren’t enough. “Why Ransom? Can you at least tell me why you treated me like trash?”

“I won the bet a week ago,” he answers dryly.

“Bet—?” gaping at Ransom you comb through your brain. “What do you mean with a bet?”

“One of my friends, Charles, he bet I can only get my dick up anytime I want to as I fuck pretty girls. He saw you at the bakery and said I can’t get it up with someone like you…” you visibly flinch at Ransom’s words.

You were a bet. He spent eleven months with you only to win a fucking bet. “A bet—”

“Well, it was worth it,” Ransom grins, not realizing he just broke you down to nothing. All your self-confidence and the walls you built, fall apart with every word leaving his lips. “I won his favorite car and he allowed me to go out with Sandy.”

“I’m glad that hurting me deeply and pretending to be my friend got you another car and a nice fuck,” venom in your voice you look up at Ransom.

“You see, your face is pretty and you are smart for a—”

“Fat girl,” you spat. “Heard that before, Hugh. You’re not the first guy acting as if I’m worthless and not loveably only as I got a few more pounds on my hips. Honestly, you are not the right guy to handle my curves. I’m glad you are the most awful alpha I ever met. This way I didn’t have to break your heart by breaking things off with you.”

The door slams into Ransom’s face and he gasps, suddenly too aware he just lost you. – The only omega he ever let into his house for more than sex…

Two weeks later Ransom fucking Drysdale stumbles into your mom’s little bakery. A new face in his arms he watches you talk to a customer.

Unlike your usual bubbly and self-confident self, you don’t meet the man’s gaze, simply nod and take his money.

Ransom can’t know you caught his scent the moment he opened the door and it takes all your willpower to not cry in front of him.

“Something off, Ransie?” the girl at his arm coos. “Do you want to eat something? The cupcakes look great.”

“You won’t get one or you’ll look like the cashier,” he grunts as you refuse to even look in his direction.

He doesn’t know you spent the last two weeks wailing and crying on the floor. Sickness and pain wrecking your body. Ransom only sees a girl that moved on from him in not two weeks.

“That’s not nice to say,” the girl pouts. “She looks pretty in her dress. I like her full breasts and look at her lips.”

Oh, Ransom remembers the weight of your breasts in his hands and how pretty those lips looked around his cock.

“Excuse me please,” you choke the words out. “I must check on the cupcakes, Cherry. Can you take over the counter?”

“Sure thing, honey,” Cherry coos, watching Ransom and his newest girl walk toward her. “What can I do for you, Sir, miss?”

“The girl from before, where did she go?” he asks, not liking you didn’t recognize him today.

“Oh, she wanted to check on the cupcakes, but oddly we don’t have any in the oven right now,” Cherry ponders. “Maybe it’s shark week or something.”

“Or something…”

Week after week Ransom walks into your mother’s bakery, always a new girl on his arm only to leave the store angry and pissed.

You never even look his way, and he slowly loses his patience…

Until, one day – you are not there and never come back. Not in the week after nor any other day.

Even six months later you are nowhere to be found for him…

“Y/N!” Linda coos, as she wraps you in a hug. The gesture makes you shudder, and you wonder what’s gotten into Ransom’s mother when she looks you all over, sighing happily. “Does Ransom know you are back in town? He will be so happy.”

“Why? Does he want to win another bet?” you spat the words and Linda frowns. “Why would Ransom be happy I’m back in town? He never even liked me.”

“What? But he said you and he are about to mate and all—” her eyes drop to your swollen belly and she wonders – did you eat so much you got bigger or could you be…

“Oh, didn’t Ransom tell you we never were friends? That being with me, keeping me around, was all but an awful and cruel bet? At least he won a car and a date with Sandy.”

“Sandy? But she's...” Linda must watch you storm off, ignoring she calls your name, wanting you to explain what you just said. “Please wait! Ransom isn’t the same since you left! He needs you.”

“He needs shit,” you turn around, grinning. “No, wait! What does he like to say—” you pinch the bridge of your nose, nodding to yourself. “Ah-yeah! He can eat shit…”

“She’s not here,” your mother growls, standing her ground against a much taller Ransom Drysdale. “Now shove your ass out of my bakery, trust fund prick!” she jerks her head toward the door, not giving Ransom room to argue. “OUT!”

“I want to see my omega,” Ransom snarls, eyes glowing now. “No one is going to keep me away from her. Now tell me where I can find Y/N!”

“Firstly, you are not going to get even close to my daughter,” poking her finger into Ransom’s chest your mother narrows her eyes. “And she’s not your omega. You rejected her, prick! Do you have the slightest idea how many nights my daughter spent bawling her eyes out?”

“I was—unsure,” he clears his throat while sniffing in all directions. “I can scent her. Don’t lie to me, omega.” your mother takes a step backward. She is by all means no coward, but she can smell the rut on Ransom and knows, an alpha in a rut could kill her. “She’s mine. I want wants mine…”

“She came here to visit me and her father. Y/N left hours ago,” your mother’s voice trembles but she tries anything to convince Ransom you are no longer in town. “Why would she want to stay around longer if there’s a chance you will try to hurt her again. All the girls you brought here to prove my daughter is far from what you want.”

“I had to keep her away from me,” Ransom sniffs at your mother, inhales your scent on her clothes deeply. “I couldn’t give in to my alpha. He wanted her so badly.”

“Get out of my house or I’ll call the police,” your mother threatens. “Thrombey or not, I won’t let you hurt my child even more.”

“I will find her, no matter what! Even if I have to travel the fucking world,” Ransom snarls, eyes golden orbs now. “She’s mine…”

“Okay, we’ve got cupcakes, ice cream, chicken, and your favorite chips,” running one hand over your grown belly you talk to your pup. “What do you want baby boy?”

A kick answers your question. “Cupcake it is, got it,” you smile even if being back in town opens old wounds. “How about we eat some chicken first and you’ll get a cupcake later?” another kick indicates your baby boy doesn’t agree. “Like father, like son. You always want your dessert first,” you sigh when your phone rings again. “Coming. I just had to…hey mom.”

Listening to your mother whimper in your phone you feel your legs are about to give in.

“Mom, slow down. Ransom did what? He—” gasp. “No. No!” you shudder, remembering your encounter with Linda. “His mother saw me the other day. You didn’t tell him where to find me, right?”

You slowly sit down on your couch, hands trembling now. “I don’t understand why he’s looking for me, mom. Months ago Ransom told me he only was with me to win a bet.”

“Omega,” Ransom paces in front of the shelves at the store you visited hours ago. “I can still scent you.” a throaty purr pulls from his throat when he follows your scent. “I will find you, doll.”

“Sir, you can’t sniff at anything in here,” the clerk complains, looking up at the alpha. “Whoever you are looking for, she’s not here any longer.”

“I’m looking for my omega. She’s pretty, curvy, and has a cute nose,” blinking a few times the young boy wrinkles his nose. “Uh-she has Y/E/C eyes and likes ice cream.”

“Sir, dozens of people come to this store every few minutes. I can’t remember a specific girl,” Ransom growls, as he looks over the clerk’s shoulder at another customer.

“Did you see my omega? I-I got a picture of her on my phone. Wait—”

“Five days, omega,” Ransom rams his fist into your door, calls your name repeatedly, along with profanities. “Open the door or I’ll bust it open, doll.”

“Stay away from me,” you growl from inside of your apartment. “I dare you to not leave. I will call the cops!”

“We bonded,” he sighs. “Your scent and mine mixed months ago. Our bond, it’s unbreakable.”

“Scent bonds are nonsense,” he growls at your words, nails scratching over your door. “Go home and bond with some random chick!”

“I break the door down if I must!”

“Eat shit, Hugh,” you grin to yourself when a soft whine leaves Ransom’s lips. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

“You can’t see me as you didn’t open the door,” he talks back. “Let me inside and we can talk things out.” Ransom tries to hide his alpha is about to burst through the door. “Omega…”

“No—”

“Fine, you want it the hard way,” he rams his shoulder into the door, over and over again until the lock finally budges, and you scream in terror, stumble backward, falling onto your couch when Ransom waltzes toward you. “Look at you, holding tight onto the sweater you stole from me.”

You whimper in distress, press his sweater to your chest to inhale his scent deeply.

He didn’t lie. People mentioned your scent changed. You barely recognized a change, it seems to be more an external cue to others, especially alphas, than anything that affects you or Ransom.

“I know you are mine, omega,” he watches you curl on your makeshift nest on the couch, smirking as you hold tight onto his sweater, not wanting to let go of the worn-out fabric. “I bet everyone else smelled it too. You are taken!”

“I’m not yours, prick. Go and leave me alone. I can’t see a mark on my neck, Hugh,” he snarls when someone pokes his head into your apartment.

“Everything alright in here, Y/N? Do you need—” the beta stutters, backpaddling when Ransom storms toward him to slam the door shut.

“Eat shit, beta boy. I’m talking to my omega here,” he smirks when you silently purr at his words. “Stay outside…”

“No,” you growl at Ransom, try to keep him away from you and the pup in your belly. “You’ll not get close to me.”

“You made a good nest,” he dips his knee into your mattress, slowly moving toward you. Ransom is eager to touch and scent you but knows better than to pounce on you. A pregnant omega is as dangerous as an alpha in a rut. “Let me share it with you.”

“I said no!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he carefully moves a little closer, always keeping an eye on you. “It was stupid of me to push you away. Sandy, my cousin slapped my face, doll. Can you imagine a girl slapped me?”

“Lying bastard,” you ignore the warm feeling that spreads through your body when Ransom lies next to you.

“The roses, cupcakes, and the gift, I arranged everything for you on Valentine's Day, but then, Linda and everyone else said you’re too good for me,” Ransom sniffs at your neck, noses his way along your neck. “I-I didn’t think we belong together and pushed you away.”

“Why did you come to my mom’s bakery with all those girls?” you sniff. “You broke me, Ransom. This is unforgivable.”

“I heard you found a new mate and wanted to prove I’m not alone and sad,” he whispers, lips pressing against your mating gland. He slowly moves one hand to your swollen belly, carefully stroking it.

"Bullshit!"

“When you left town, I got to know there was no other alpha. My mother lied back then, and that’s the reason I didn’t talk to her for months.”

“She only talked to me that day to win you over again, huh?” you spat. “Get your hands off me, Drysdale.”

“You’re filled with my pup and our scent bond is strong,” he purrs, face burrowed in your neck. “I will not leave without you and my child inside of you.”

“I will not follow you, Hugh,” you shove his hand off your baby bump. “How could I after you broke my heart? You’re not a good alpha. Never will be good enough for me or my son.”

“Our son,” he whines, grasping for you when you try to roll away from him. His arms wrap tightly around your body, and he chuckles when one of his hands brushes your breasts. “You grew everywhere, omega.”

“Don’t touch me there,” you growl low in your throat.

Ransom allows you to wiggle in his embrace until you are too exhausted and tired to keep on fighting him. He smirks when you give in and let him scent you.

“Baby doll, I’m sorry. I know that what I did that day and the weeks after is unforgivable, but you must admit, we belong together, Y/N. You’re my omega, filled with my child.”

“No.”

“Oh, yes, doll. You see, I’m a patient man but I will not let you out of my clutches anytime soon or like ever.”

“Patient? You are the most impatient person I ever met, Drysdale. You yell at the coffee machine if it works too slow for your liking,” he snickers at your words, still, he kisses your neck softly. “I can’t be around you after what you said to me.”

“I’ll earn it, omega. My mark on your neck, the right to be a father and,” he grins against your skin before he ends his line, “to be back inside of you.”

“Perverted trust fund prick.”

“Bratty omega.”

“Did you sleep with all those women? Did you forget about me while you were between their legs? How did you spend the last six months while I was carrying your child?”

“I drank too much and tried to find you. And no, I didn’t sleep with one of the girls. I paid them to play a role they just couldn't fit in,” he purrs now. “Only you can fill the void you left. You’re mine, my omega. Take me back.”

“If you want me to even consider taking you back, you must, for once, put me and your son first. No other women. No meeting up with your family. No cocky trust fund boy shit.”

“Deal, baby doll.”

“In that case, you can stay tonight. But no more touching,” you smirk to yourself when Ransom grumbles behind you. “I mean it. If I feel your dick poke me anywhere or your hands wander, you will not like my answer.”

“I’ll behave, promised…”

In the following month, Ransom tries anything to win you over again.

He begs and whines only for you to ignore the rueful alpha. He will have a fucking lot to make up to you and your baby boy before you consider letting him in again.

Even though, you let Ransom sleep at the foot of your bed…

>> Part 2

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