#alpha!ransom x reader

[syntheticavenger]

Forever and Ever More - Twenty-Four

Soft Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language, Alpha/Omega dynamics, threats, angst, character death, mentions of pregnancy, conversations on consent, conversations regarding non-consent.

Word Count: 1.9K

moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​ 

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three

Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

“Ransom Drysdale was arrested after an altercation that left popular socialite and heir Austin Stryker dead. The publishing heir was taken in, booked and being held at -”

“Turn it off,” Harlan mutters angrily, Meg quickly turning off the TV and tossing the remote down onto the table, the clatter echoing in the hallway.

Every pair of eyes is on you, Harlan shaking his head. Andy told you to stay put, promising that he would call once he had a better understanding of the timeline.

“I knew Ransom was difficult,” Joni murmurs, her head lowering in sadness. “I never knew him to be capable of murder.”

“Joni!” Harlan admonishes, her mouth closing quickly.

“He was defending me,” you fire back, standing up while your fingers squeeze your balled up tissues. “But I don’t expect you to understand that.”

You can hear Meg calling out for you, ignoring Harlan’s shout for you to come back.

Once outside, the cool breeze dries your tears, your cell phone vibrating in your pocket. The minute you find out it’s Andy, you can’t answer fast enough, nearly fumbling with your phone before holding it up to your ear.

“Andy?”

“Got his bail set. He’ll be home within a few hours,” Andy informs you quietly.

Covering your mouth, you nod, silence hanging in the air.

“It’s okay,” he continues. “Just breathe, alright? Need you both to lay low for a little. I’ll drop him off at Harlan’s once the paperwork is done.”

“Okay.”

“Hey. We’re going to win this case, okay? I promise you that. See you a little later.”

Wiping your eyes, you wait for a moment, exhaling a breath before going inside to tell Harlan the news.

-

“We’ll go out the back,” Andy informs Ransom, Ransom staring at the paperwork in Andy’s hand. “There’s media out front. Better not let them see you. They’ll see enough of you when the trial starts.”

There isn’t much to say. Not with the amount of interrogation from the Beta officers, posturing in their own failed way to get a confession out of him that never materialized. He has to hand it to Andy. He came in without a single worry, smooth talking the officers and chatting them up like they were old friends. Ransom knows this is Andy’s way – cunning and charming, two steps ahead and ready to light anyone up who disagrees with him.

It's why he’s free – for the moment – following Andy down the hallway while his thoughts go to you. 

You and the baby.

He hasn’t told Andy that yet. For the moment, he likes that he is aware of the secret. Your missed calls and texts pile up in droves when he finally turns on his phone. Home should be where you both laid your head the night prior, not making a detour. Still, home is wherever you are and he says nothing when he opens the door to the passenger side, picking up a book that was on the seat before he sits.

“Good book,” Andy muses, plucking it from his hand. “She’s one of my favorite authors. Her imagery and storytelling is top notch. That’s her new book, by the way.”

Ransom looks inside, a pretty picture greeting him on the back jacket. He spies the biography, raising an eyebrow at the designation.

“Omega huh?”

“Yeah,” Andy answers. “Laurie isn’t a fan so I find myself reading them whenever I have some down time.”

“Feels like I’ve heard of her before,” Ransom responds, thinking of a book that is currently sitting on your nightstand. “Thriller type, right?”

“That’s the one. She’s doing a book signing soon.”

“You thinking about going? Didn’t take you as an avid reader.”

“You’d be surprised,” Andy murmurs, placing the book in the backseat before the car starts. “Her creativity… fantastic.”

Ransom settles his head back onto the headrest, a comfortable quiet settling between them.

“I feel like this should be an open and shut case, if I’m going with my gut,” Andy continues after a long pause. “You were protecting your mate. I did some digging into Stryker and if the Omegas he was seeing feel compelled to come forward, I think it can only help your case.”

“His lawyer is an asshole,” Ransom points out.

“Well. So am I.”

Ransom allows a small laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I didn’t think I’d kill him until I realized I did it. I couldn’t stop. The minute I saw him near her, touching her and I saw red. I didn’t even hear a thing until I heard her telling me to stop and -”

“By then it was too late,” Andy finishes for him. “Alpha Defense Clause.”

“I want to believe in that,” Ransom answers him. “I do, Andy, I swear. But this is different. Money has a way of warping things. This can be dragged out for months. Maybe years. I can’t do that to her.”

“I know things are different.”

“Then you know it isn’t cut and dried like you’re hoping it will be. His father is a ruthless son of a bitch. He’ll tell the court everything. About me, about her… how we met.”

Ransom’s tongue rolls in his mouth at the thought.

“You’re mated,” Andy says quietly. “No one is going to argue the fact that you aren’t bonded.”

Ransom runs a hand down his face, sighing in irritation.

“They’ll ask how,” he responds.

Andy doesn’t look at him, changing lanes smoothly while Ransom shakes his head.

“It wasn’t exactly consensual,” Ransom mutters. “They’ll dig through everything we’ve gone through. I can’t have her go through that, Andy. I don’t want her to relive that. I don’t want the public to know what I used to be.”

“You’ve atoned for it, Ransom, it’s water under the bridge.”

“Not to me.”

“We can discuss it with the judge later. For now, be with her and let her know you’re home. Let me do the rest, got it?”

-

Spying the headlights down the darkened driveway, Harlan watches you bound from the couch and toward the door, flinging it open and heading down the steps. It doesn’t feel real, none of it does. From the way you ignore the cold air to the slowing of Andy’s car that seems to go in slow motion, everything stops and ends with seeing Ransom’s face, immediately welling up at the sight of him when he emerges from the car.

He says your name fiercely, his arms around you before you can even answer, holding him tight as you feel him shudder. His scent spikes, your fingers pulling on his sweater to keep him close.

“I’m sorry,” he manages to say with a shaky breath. “I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“It isn’t your fault,” you remind him, pulling away to study his face. “I was so worried and then the officer said you’d be gone for the weekend and I -”

He nuzzles your nose with his, his scent calming you immediately.

“I know,” he whispers quietly, looking toward Andy. “Lucky for me, I know a guy.”

Andy gives you a smile, Ransom’s hand still linked with yours while you turn to face him.

“I don’t know what we’d do without you,” you greet him, tears springing up again at the thought of what looms ahead. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Andy warns your gently. “Still have a trial to go and I’m positive this case is going to easy. But you need to lay low, okay? Both of you. No outings, no talking to the press and I don’t care if the Omega Daily comes knocking on your door. They are going to paint Ransom has a savage Alpha. They’ll bring up how you both got together.”

Your grip tightens around Ransom’s hand.

“He changed.”

“They won’t see it that way. Non-consensual mating, even if it was in the throes of heat, is still not consensual,” Andy says with a shake of his head. “You may have forgiven him but the court will find him no worse than they would find Austin guilty of his own crimes.”

“That’s not fair,” you point out, Ransom pulling you closer to him.

“It doesn’t matter,” Ransom reminds you. “We know the truth.”

“So that’s why you lay low. I mean it,” Andy urges. “Stay here if you can but I get that you may want to go back home. Do it at night, not in the morning. Keep a low profile, have delivery but have them drop it off in the back. Austin’s family is going to attack you, Ransom and they have the means to do it. Harlan will try to defend you, I know that much. But you don’t want this drawn out any further than it needs to be.”

“Understood,” Ransom tells him, lifting up your chin. “I’m good wherever she is.”

-

“I’ve known the Stryker family for decades. They’ll all animals,” Harlan grouses from his chair. “We’ll fight this tooth and nail.”

“As much as I appreciate an elderly Alpha running to my defense, my lawyer told me to lay low,” Ransom reminds him, his gaze going back to the roaring fire in the fireplace.

“He has no idea what it means to fall in love with Omega. He’s married to a Beta, for Christ’s sake! I see what you have, Ransom. I loved your grandmother just as fiercely. I would have given my life for her.”

“That afternoon…” Ransom trails off. “I don’t know what came over me. I wanted him dead. I didn’t care about anything else. I just… needed him away from her.”

“Instinct. You wanted to protect your family.”

“It was more than that.” Ransom feels himself getting uncomfortable, knowing what he is about to say will make him feel more guilty. “Austin had a den of Omegas. Mated them, kept them on these drugs that kept them in heat for no other reason than he could. One of her friends was… and she asked for help and I did it. No questions asked. I paid for the removal and when I got home, she told me she wanted it done too.”

Harlan is silent, nodding for Ransom to go on as he lifts himself up from his chair.

“That’s when I realized I was no better than him. Kept her hostage to me because I wanted… I wanted her. From the start and I told myself that I wasn’t going to get attached. That I’d pull whatever he did and I’d let her loose. She left me, Harlan.”

“I know she did,” Harlan muses. “She’s strong.”

“Our beginning is going to be ripped apart and studied. Knowing his father, I’ll get a jury full of Betas, just waiting to tear me apart. I can handle that. What I can’t handle is putting through this.”

“You mean both of them.”

Ransom gives a short nod.

“The crazy part is that in a few months, I’ll be a father. Shit,” Ransom mutters. “I’ll be someone’s father. Will I even see my kid in person? Or will it be through plexiglass?”

“I have faith in that attorney of yours. It’s time you have faith in yourself.”

“I never have,” Ransom quips.

“No, that’s true.” Harlan stands, leaning on his cane for a moment. “But she has faith in you. That’s all that matters.”

-

The slight dip in the bed makes your eyes flutter open, Ransom running a hand down your back to soothe you.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” Ransom murmurs, kissing the top of your shoulder. “Needed to talk to Harlan.”

“Did it help?”

There’s a lingering silence before Ransom exhales.

“Yeah.”

“Are you scared?” you ask him gently.

“I was.”

“What changed?”

His hand slips down to your belly, your heart fluttering at the sensation.

“You.”   

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 13

A/N: Smut is prevalent in the chapter, with overstimulation, vibrators, teasing and edging, domination/submission and punishments. Please don’t read it if it makes you uncomfortable

Ari had certain expectations when it came to making his office run seamlessly, as he should have, and there was an incredible amount of tenacity to his patience. He was not a man who could easily be angered by desperate attempts to get him to react unless there was a direct threat to the people he loved and wanted to protect.

It was one of his traits as an alpha that separated him from what seemed like the other 50% of alphas who seemed to make up the designation.

It seemed as if at least half of their designation had the same distinctive abilities to be good alphas without having to rely on traits that could have been deemed toxic. Ari and Steve, even Ransom if he had tried to put in more effort to not be such an arrogant prick to other people, were all good alphas at the root of themselves.

Both of the older alphas had deeply embedded protective tendencies, an ability to understand and compassionately grasp the workings of an omega’s hindbrain without reducing them to their basest selves.

Ransom was cocky, he was an arrogant and rich alpha who could have had anything or anyone handed to him on a silver platter. He was born with a silver spoon shoved up his ass and that had damaged his ability to deny the toxic traits that made omegas want to settle down with the alpha.

However like Ari & Steve believed, Ransom only had to meet the right omegas who wouldn’t immediately cater and submit to his whims, but rather they would try to push him to his limits and make him back down. It was what made you and Jake everything those alphas needed.

It was your fire and your ability and nature to be bratty that drove every one of your alphas crazy with need. Your tendency as omegas to feel comfortable enough to push back against the alphas was both embraced and revelled in.

They enjoyed their omegas brattiness, the back and forth that aided the bonds that were being built was a necessity to have an unbreakable relationship.

However patient Ari was, and however indifferent he could have been, he had found your punishment just as invigorating and addictive as your attitude was.

He was just waiting for it, just waiting for the opportunity to punish you as a good alpha would have. The alphas knew, all of them had been aware, that you and Jake were dealing with the sensations of being marked and mated.

They had been well aware that you both were settling in your bratty moods and with a common agreement between you, albeit made through your natural bond as best friends and lovers and had kickstarted the punishments that were befitting for both of you.

With you at work in the office making comments under your breath about Ari and his first assistant degrading the choice to have someone who was so aggravating without trying, had incited his decision to punish you.

Normally this patient alpha would have let you mumble every comment under the sun about his first assistant who he knew could be difficult to deal with, however today Ari couldn’t let it slide.

Whether it was his unwillingness to go through a teleconference knowing you were outside of his office wearing a skirt that was far too easy to slide up your thighs and a piece of cloth obscuring your sweet little cunt from his view, or whether it was his vivacious lust and hunger, it had all ended at the same conclusion.

Ari had stepped out of his office, pausing to listen to you muttering your annoyance at both your boss and the woman you claimed was the wicked bitch of the West.

He had watched you while leaning against the frame of his door, his arms crossed over his chest and his chin tucked as his eyes had become engrossed with thick seams of desire. It was reflective of his need for you, his dire hunger that aided him to make a demand that caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand and your eyes to grow wide.

“Y/N, my office. Now.” The command was sent from his mouth, and you were immediately aware of how rooted he was in his alpha hindbrain.

He had seen your lips part with a potential argument, a rebuttal that he wished you would’ve let fall from your lips. He wished you would have fired back with some kind of aggravated response to Ari’s demand, earning another punishment that you didn’t know was coming.

It could’ve been a demand that could have been negated, or at least an attempt could have been made, however, Ari was pleased to see you standing immediately to follow him toward his office.

“Is there anything you need of me, Mr. Levinson?” His first assistant had already started to rise to her feet, overeager to please him in any manner despite already being in a steady and comfortable relationship with her alpha.

It was after Ari had settled a hand on your back to lead you into his office, to the punishment waiting for you, that he had looked over his shoulder with a controlled half-smirk on his face.

His first assistant was not guarded with her disdain for you and your role in the office, especially since you had been sleeping with the boss and getting away with it. However, Ari was just as displeased about her attitude toward you and had already been making plans to have another reasonable offer sent her way for a new job.

“Go home, you have the rest of the afternoon off.” Ari had closed the door without allowing another potential argument and just as quickly locked the door behind him.

He stood and faced you, silence between the two of you was not stale or stagnant, it was fuelled by desire and mild confusion, knowledge of what was to come and expectations of pleasure and pain.

“I have a meeting, Y/N.” Ari’s long stride had taken him past you and around the side of the desk, his leather chair angled to the left of his computer.

“If you needed me to take notes-“

“Did I ask you to take notes?” Ari spoke over you with a bite, the force behind his words making you shudder and whimper simultaneously. “You’re going to keep me occupied.”

Ari placed a hand upon the back of the chair, steadying it as he sat down upon the cushioned bottom and then he spread his legs. His cock was strained and throbbing beneath the seams of his slacks and with a single wave of his hand, you had started to walk toward him with your hands by your sides and your eyes still unnerved.

When you were within reach, Ari grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him and his hard-on, your palm jutted toward the bulbous head. Ari’s voice was laced heavily with need, your name falling from his lips as he made you squeeze his erection.

The intent was known and the command had been all too easily absorbed as you recoiled and lifted your skirt, your hands holding the material in order for him to hook his fingers in the band of your panties to yank them down your thighs.

“This is a punishment,” Ari addressed you with a firm tone yet no less loving than before, “you wanna be a brat? You get punished.”

He enjoyed your verbal exhilaration when he smacked your ass, his palm cracking against your flesh before his fingers dug into you. He had pulled you back toward him, keeping a hand on your ass and the other busied with freeing his thick and throbbing cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm while I take this teleconference. If your try and get off my cock before the meeting is finished, you’ll be under the desk sucking me off. If you cum before I say you can, you won’t cum for a week.” Ari’s hands settled on your hips and he arranged you between his legs, giving you no room to protest as he lowered you to his cock, your puffy pussy lips already wet.

The head of his cock had started to part your labia, the seeping precum mixing with your desire, and his name all too easily fell from your lips when he made you take all of him into your tight cunt. When he had settled you in your place, Ari leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the nape of your neck, almost entirely too soft and contradictory to his demanding dominance.

“You have your warning, brat.” Ari’s lips parted and he nipped your flesh as a warning. “I would love any reasons to punish you further, let’s see if you earn the right to cum or if you’ll end up with a week of denial.”

It was hard to breathe without shuddering, hard to contend with the twitch of Ari’s thick bulbous head as it plunged into your cunt.

It was hard to function and focus on taking notes while Ari was on a teleconference since you were being stretched and filled to the brim, wholly and entirely stuffed. He was ruthless, smacking your puffy and hard clit when you faltered, all entirely fuelled by his irritation with your attitude.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about being such a brat. I’m your alpha sweetheart but I’m also your boss.”

“Are you focusing?” You shuddered and whimpered, his voice husky and hoarse in your ear while his fingers deftly plucked at your hard little nub. “I almost feel sorry for you…but I know you like it.”

“J-Jake-” your voice shook, indelibly able to detect his state of being like a dull fog at the back of your mind.

“Yes, Jake is learning a hard lesson too.” Ari purred huskily in your ear and then taunt you further, starting to tap his fingers against your hard clit with every illicit breath you’d taken.

“We’re planning on taking full advantage of our private dining room, puppy. And you are going to take your punishment with pride.”

Wine, he thought as he swallowed what was given to him, wine should’ve made him feel better and yet it was another delectable sensation intent on ruining him. A good wine that Ransom assured would be palatable with the edging Jake deserved, and he was right.

He had been overstimulated already, entirely too full and stretched with a vibrator in his tight asshole and a ring pulsing at the base of his cock, Jake was being dragged through countless rounds of edging that had only been part of his punishment.

The argument that started it all had come from Jake and focused more on Steve than Ransom. It was a few remarks about Steve’s sexuality and the urge to just jump from the edge of the cliff. Jake had pressed Steve to be bolder with himself, given that there wasn’t anything to fear about being open with how and who he loved.

And though the comments had meant to encourage Steve, it had taken a turn when Steve had embraced Jake’s open brattiness and reassured him that being bold was nothing new to Jake.

“Full, puppy?” Jake’s shiver was inductive of his tension, his cock begging for release that wasn’t granted to him by Steve or Ransom. “I think you’re enjoying yourself.”

It was pleasured and painful torture that left no bruises or marks. It was the sensation of the dildo in his ass vibrating when Steve turned it on and the fallout after it was turned off to give him a chance to calm down. Between the remote in Steve’s control, the remote in Ransom’s control and what he could detect from you, Jake was truly going to lose his mind.

“He can handle it, he’s a big boy.” Steve was almost erotically sadistic when he leaned toward Jake to cup his cheek and turn his head. “You can handle it, right Jake?”

His lips met Steve’s and he tried to chase the feeling, only to fall short and whine in desperation when Steve pulled away.

The super soldier had let go of Jake’s chin and patted his cheek twice, and then he leaned back against his chair and raised a hand to signal the waiter. With striking confidence that made Jake believes he had been playing the entire time, Steve had brazenly raised the remote in his other hand and pressed the button twice.

The shock of the faux cock in his ass had earned another husky groan that fell too easily from Jake’s lips, and the sudden jerk of his hips to seek some kind of pleasurable release from the toys that he was being teased with.

“If you cum, you’re going to pay for it.” Ransom’s warning was whispered as a seductive command in his ear, the deterrent coming with another level of erotic intimacy as the alpha command had settled in his hindbrain.

Thick fingers slipped beneath the table, a hand sliding up a covered thigh while he was truly and well on his way to losing his mind. Trapped under electrifying gazes that burned through him, it wasn’t just one but two that had given him no reprieve from the building tension and cathartic need to reach his end. This was a punishment for his decision to push both of them to their limits, though it wasn’t conventional in any sense.

When Jake had been under the impression that he was going to be punished, he’d thought it would involve Shibari or some restraints to keep him still. He’d never anticipated his ass being stuffed full of a vibrating cock while his shaft and balls were being stimulated by the same torturous quivers.

It was clear that Jake and yourself were being manhandled by your alphas to be punished, he could feel your pleasured pain through the bonds that you and Jake had formed from childhood, and he knew that he wasn’t alone.

“You’ve barely touched your food.” Teasing words that rolled off a silver tongue paired with fingers that slipped further up his thigh before ultimately squeezing the thick throbbing hard-on trapped beneath Italian slacks. “You should eat something.”

“Something wrong, pup?” Steve crooned, raising his fork to his lips to enjoy the seared steak he had been craving. “Not hungry?”

“Ohhh fuck…” Jake’s head lolled back, his eyes screwing closed as vibrations coursed in his ass, the vibrator used to drive him toward a slow orgasm was maddening. “P-please-!”

“I think we need dessert,” Ransom leaned in close to Jake, his tongue lapping at sweat-laden flesh while his hand closed around Jake’s clothed cock. “You’re going to have to wait longer to cum, brat.”

“I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” Jake hissed, his eyes straining to open and his teeth gritting as he cursed with the tension that was rattling him. “Please, fuck-!”

He jerked his hips and dug his nails into the tablecloth with almost enough tension to tear the fabric clean. Jake had ground his teeth with every pulse that rocked his nervous system and drove his mind closer to temporary insanity.

There was no denying their domineering status as alphas, and Jake would later swear on his life that he loved being their little subby omega but at the moment he was fighting for his life.

“If you want to cum,” Ransom let go of his trapped erection and deftly unzipped Jake’s fly, his hand slipping in the opening to grasp his cock under the table, “you have to beg for it.”

The sound that fell from Jake’s lips was garbled and twisted, it wasn’t coherent in any manner but yet it still made his alphas starkly proud of the omega who had resisted until this moment.

He hadn’t been mentally aware of what he was saying, he was letting his tongue work on its own and had only recognized the permission that was given to him after Ransom had dug his teeth back into the mark on Jake’s neck.

The vibrations hadn’t ceased even as Jake had been granted the ability to chase his orgasm. His hips rocked as he threw himself back into the chair, his head lolling as their names rolled off his tongue as an erotic sonnet. It was blinding and white hot pleasure that shot through every nerve ending in his body, Jake’s mind contorted and twisted by desire and release while Ransom’s hand pumped Jake’s shaft.

And even as he started to come down from that high, pleasure was still falling upon him when he felt Ransom’s lips against Jake’s cock to clean his shaft and bulbous head.

“Thank you,” Jake’s chest was heaving with every strained breath, his body wracked with leftover trace amounts of electrifying pleasure, “that was incredible.”

His chin was grasped again, his face turned toward Steve and relief had soon been replaced by anticipation when the super soldier claimed Jake’s mouth as his.

“You’re not done yet.”

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[biteofcherry]

Unghhhhh I'm so weak for alpha Steve and alpha Ari! 😌 They're kinda bad. Especially Ari. But I just can't help lusting after them. Are there any other CEvans characters you would see/write as alphas? If so, how would they act?

To quote a CEvans character that I'll never write for (I hate that movie):

Okay, so some of the alphas may be more than a little bad. But if bad why feel so good? 😈

under the cut because it turned longish

Alpha!Steve is very committed and aside of being an asshole with his alpha commands a times he's a loving, romantic guy. Will give his Omega the world (or at least a big hothouse for her plants, lol)

Alpha!Ari is a possessive, primal kink oriented type, but he's very protective of his Omega and not as much controlling as it may look. She's be free to do whatever, as long as his scent is on her (a lot of nasty cum marking and filling) and she refrains from being touched by others.

Alpha!Curtis would be much darker than the others, but - as he'd say - The times are hard and dark, you need an alpha that will make sure you survive it. He'll break you in if you fight him too hard, but also provide for you like for a queen.

Alpha!Lloyd would be a usual-Lloyd prick who goes after sweet, shy omegas, fucks around with them and never settles down. That is until he meets you on the cusp of your heat (not yet mindless in haze, but extra horny which is perfect for him) and unexpectedly fucking you triggers his rut.

Alpha!Ransom is so very picky that he rarely even goes for omegas, thinking them too fragile and boring for his tastes, but then you're hired at the publishing company and the alpha-way you carry yourself with makes him want to put you in your place - as his fucked out omega at his feet.

#anonymous #reply #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!Steve Rogers x reader #alpha!Ari levinson #alpha!Ari levinson x reader #alpha!Curtis Everett #alpha!Curtis everett x reader #alpha!Lloyd hansen #alpha!Lloyd hansen x reader #alpha!ransom drysdale #alpha!ransom drysdale x reader

[onsunnyside]

I dont know the topic cause I just wanna read something related to HC!ransom and shy chubby omega pls

let’s continue with the easter theme !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!Ransom Drysdale x shy!chubby omega!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | possible soft!dark Ransom instead, fluff, he’s actually quite soft here… weird 🤨, egg painting, cute date in the park, shy (not insecure)!reader

𝗪/𝗖 | 356

🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

That pink is too bright—Ransom huffs and reaches across the table for the little tube, “Fucking shit.” He curses at the splatter of green on his white wool sweater and honestly, he should have expected something to get on his clothes today. 

Who the hell paints easter eggs at the park?

You, that’s who, well actually, you’ve wanted to but never had someone to go with. And now that you have Ransom, you’ve dragged him along on this sunny day while the clouds look like cotton candy.  

“What happened?” You ask quietly from where you’re hunched over.

“Ugh, got more paint on me.”

“Oh, sorry.” You frown, digging through your bag, “Uh, I don’t have any more napkins…”

“It’s fine.” Ransom sighs, swiftly stripping off his sweater. His white tanktop clings to his body as he stretches, the ribbed material tight around his chest and accentuating his broad shoulders. “It’s hot anyway.”

You gulp, and the little green egg before you is suddenly forgotten. The miniscule bunnies and flowers are nothing but an afterthought as Ransom fixes the expensive chain hanging from his neck, his soft brown hair falls over his forehead. And he meets your eyes, the blue rivals the sky, and sucks the oxygen straight from your lungs.

He smirks. “You’re staring, are you painting me on your egg?”

 “N-No.” You nervously tug at your art smock, and avoid his piercing gaze. “I’m—it’s bunnies, I told you…”

“Mhm, I think you just like looking at me, darling.” He grins, his fingers barely touch the familiar brown sketchbook in the middle of the table, the well worn leather is covered in paint, and a few stickers. “Which reminds me, how are those portraits going?” 

Your hand shoots out and snatches the sketchbook, tucking it to your chest. “Don’t. I-It’s not, I don’t want you to see yet.” 

“Why?”

“It’s not done yet…” You murmur, staring down at your lap. “None of them are.”

Ransom hums teasingly flexing his arms as he leans over the table, his scent is more prominent than that of pollen and fresh grass, it clouds your mind. “Hm, I wonder why…” 

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[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #20 - Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale smut

The one with the begging

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

A/N: Just a short little drabble for this one!

Andy’s P.O.V.

After her weekend with Ari, everyone missed our beloved and sweet-smelling omega, to the point that she was exhausted by the time we were all done with her.

We let her sleep until she was sated, and then cuddled and fed her whatever she pleased. It’s what she deserved for being our best girl, our perfect little omega, and for obeying all of our orders so well.

I wanted to give her more rest. To let her be for a few days at least, let her recharge after servicing us for so long, but it seemed as if my body needed something else.

It needed her, always.

I came down on her by surprise, because my need for her took me by surprise. But she didn’t fight it. In fact, she leaned into it, becoming limp in my arms as I attacked her neck with kisses.

She was just too fucking sweet.

“Ransom, come here.��� My little brother followed my orders without complaining, for once - probably because it had to do with her and he would do anything for her, too. “Keep her spread open for me, hm?”

And so with her legs open with his feet, I crawled up the bed to press a kiss to her petal lips, the ones that released the sweetest nectar known to humanity. My brother kept her hostage, unable to move as I drank from her, slowly and softly, only looking to please myself.

“Please, let me cum, please,” she pleaded, but I could only grin against the softness of her thighs. This wasn’t for her, this was all about me and my sick delight.

“Aw, poor princess,” I mocked. There was drool on the side of her mouth, and I leaned down to lick it off of her, loving the taste of everything she had to offer. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

But I would never stop fucking her.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Ransom watched as I undressed myself, rolling over to leave us be as he picked a chair on the side of the room to watch.

“I really, really want to cum,” she sobbed, making a maniacal smile appear on my face. I loved how I could get her like this, on the edge of insanity with just my body.

“I don’t think you really do, honey,” I teased, and much to my pleasure she actually did start crying, hands lashing out to grab me and pull me closer but missing entirely.

“A-are you trying to kill me?” She asked, which got me to burst into laughter as I climbed back on the bed to attend to her needs.

“Of course not, baby! What do you think we’d do without this pussy?” Ransom nodded eagerly from his chair and feeling bad for him, I decided I was feeling good enough to share today. “Come on over,” I ordered while flipping her around, slipping inside her pussy while holding her by the hair so he could use her mouth.

“I just like making you cry,” I confessed against her cheek, fucking her roughly before Ransom grabbed a hold of her neck and guided her towards his cock. “It makes you look so pretty. I like the mess we can make of you.”

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[holylulusworld]

Omega on strike

Summary: You are on strike. 

Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, language, angry/feisty reader, silent treatment, whiny alpha, scenting, cuddling & snuggling, fluff

<< Part 2 (Can be read as a standalone fic)

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“That fucker,“ you snarl as your best friend just showed you a group on social media. A group your alpha joined weeks ago. “He joined a group of what?”

“They call themselves alpha primes. They seek to show every beta and omega that they are the strongest specimen and stuff,” Elle explains to you but all you heard was that Ransom just joined a group of alpha birdbrains.

“I will so kill my alpha when he comes home. I bet that group is the reason for his absence over the last weeks. How could he do such a thing?”

“Why not leave him? There are ways to get rid of the mark on your neck,” your friend suggests, touching her once marked mating gland. “I’ll gladly help you get rid of that spoiled trust-fund prick.”

“No way. I will not leave him,” growling low in your throat you look at one of his sweaters lying abandoned on the sofa. “It would only make him happy to get rid of an independent and strong woman. I don’t want him to be happy.”

“You’re devious,” you smirk at your friend. “What will you do now? Leave for a while or give him hell.”

“Oh, I’ll simply not pay attention to him any longer. No cuddles. No scenting. No taking care of my alpha. No sex. Nothing but a cold shoulder to not lean on,” Elle nods knowingly. “He was at his grandfather’s place tonight. I bet his mom made him feel worthless once again. This time, he can tell his sob story to someone else. I’m on strike.”

“On strike?” Elle laughs loudly. “That’s a good one, babe.”

“I mean it, Elle,” huffing you point at your phone. “My heat is not due for another two months. We fucked just this morning so I’m satisfied, and I can scent the sweater I stole from him. I can live without my alpha. Ransom will suffer, not me.”

“Again, you are devious, and I love you for it. Now I’m jealous I got no alpha to ignore around.”

“Omega? Kitten? Baby girl?” Ransom casually strolls into the living room, desperate to tell you about the awful dinner with his family and to calm his nerves with your sweet scent. “There you are, Y/N.”

“Hmph…” you look him up and down, wishing you could calm your alpha. Just not tonight. He sneaked around your back with misogynistic alphas, and you won’t have it. 

It’s hard enough to be a working and independent woman. Omegas are still at the end of the food chain, but you can live with random alphas who underestimate you and your value. Though, you won’t live with an alpha doing the same thing.

“Baby, I’ll be right back. Lemme change into something more comfortable,” again, you ignore him as he looks at you, whining as you didn’t get up to kiss him. “Just a minute, Y/N.”

“You won’t believe me, baby,” he sits next to you, opening his arms, waiting for you to crawl onto his lap and snuggle into his chest. “Y/N? Omega?”

Ransom waits, arms dropping to his sides as you ignore his presence while faking you are engrossed in your book. “Something wrong, baby doll? Do you have a headache? Do you want me to get you some Tylenol and massage your temples?”

He waits, eyes glued to your stoic face. Ransom uncomfortable shifts on his seat, wondering what happened to his lovely and feisty omega.

“Did I do something wrong?” He wonders aloud. “I should’ve invited you to join me at the family dinner, right? I just thought you hate the dinners at my grandfather’s place. Please don’t be mad.”

You turn your head to eye Ransom for a moment before turning your attention back toward your book. You purse your lips, the words you are dying to tell him stuck in your throat. 

“Omega, please talk to me. You are scaring me here,” he scoots a little closer to place his hand on your shoulder, but you shake it off. “You’re angry at me. Why? What did I do? Let me make things up to you.” Ransom sniffs at your neck, immediately scenting you are mad at him. “Tell me what I did wrong.”

Inhaling sharply, you slam your book shut. You place the book on the coffee table and grab your phone to show Ransom what your friend Elle found out about him and his latest activities on social media. “What? I—oh…fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck you too, Ransom,” you can’t hold back any longer. Jumping up from your seat you glare at Ransom. “I believed that you love that I’m an independent woman, a strong omega, and not just roll over to take knot. I thought you are a better man and alpha.”

“Darling, baby doll…please,” he whines as you turn to leave him alone in the suddenly too cold living room. “Uh-it’s my father’s group. He invited me. I never even joined their group. Baby, I only joined to make him shut up.”

Ransom follows you like a puppy. He calls your name, whines, and purrs as you walk toward the bedroom. You don’t talk to him, nor do you turn around.

“Please. You can check my phone. Yes, I joined that group, but I never replied to shit. I was close to blocking the group and its members too. My father likes to rant about my mom all the time. The other guys too. I’m not like them.”

“You were like them,” you twirl around to jab your finger into his chest. “Before we mated you were an arrogant and misogynist prick. You believed omegas are only good for taking knot. I don’t want an alpha treating me like a piece of meat, Ransom.”

“I—” Ransom nods, ashamed of himself. “You’re right, omega. But I’ve changed. For you, Y/N. Please believe me I’m not like my father.”

“You joined your father’s group, Ransom. This proves you are far from the alpha I deserve,” you storm toward your side of the bed, kicking your shoes off on your way. “From this moment on, I’m on strike.”

“Strike? What does this mean, Y/N?” he stumbles toward the bed to watch you get comfortable on your side of the bed. “Omega?”

“No cuddles. No sex. No scenting. I’m not your omega until you proved that you are worth being my alpha. I’m disappointed in you, Ransom. Good night.”

“Baby doll,” he whines low in his throat as you turn around without kissing him goodnight. It’s the first time since you mated that you didn’t properly say goodnight. “I’m an idiot. You know that I would never hurt you or dominate you.”

“You’re an alpha. It’s in your nature to dominate an omega,” you huff. “Just like your fine daddy you want to keep your omega under control. It’s a miracle you didn’t force me to wear a collar yet.”

“Y/N,” Ransom scoots closer. He dares not to touch you but lies behind you to at least have your scent to help him fall asleep. “Doll…omega.” He whimpers as you move a little further toward the edge and away from him. “’m sorry, my love.”

“You can beg and plead; this won’t change my mind. My alpha would never join a group hating omegas.”

“Baby doll, they are middle-aged guys complaining about their day, their omegas, or how they can’t digest food like in their twenties. Uh—and my favorite theme – how to get your dick back up. I’ve got nothing in common with them,” Ransom hastily explains. “I love my omega and spending my time with you. I can digest food and get it up.”

“You had problems with the fatty pizza last week. I told you to not eat it after eight pm. But no,” you turn around to scold your alpha, “you had to wolf down the rest of the cold pizza. I had to rub your belly half of the night.”

“But you give the best belly rubs, doll,” he scoots a little closer to grasp your hand. Ransom peppers soft kisses on the back of your hand, sniffling as you try to pull away. 

“Not for you anymore,” you quip. “I’m on strike.”

“I swear my father made a scene in front of his friends. I didn’t want to join his stupid group on Facebook,” Ransom croons for you. “Omega, I’m not even on Facebook. I haven’t checked on my account for years. He just didn’t want to stop nagging about this great group he founded, and I gave him my phone and he signed me up.”

You reach out for Ransom to cup the back of his neck and press his face in your neck, allowing him to scent you. “You’ll delete that group, and we will have a serious conversation with your father,” he nods against you while eagerly drinking your scent in. 

“All you want, ‘mega. Just don’t leave me,” the usually cocky and self-confident alpha desperately clings to your body. “Please.”

“OH! I know,” you smile to yourself while running your fingers through his hair. “I’ll talk to your mother. Let’s see what she thinks about that group…”

“Richard Drysdale,” hands on her hips Linda yells her husband’s name through the hallways. “What did you do? You founded a group hating independent and strong omegas?”

“Linda, darling,” Richard splutters as he glances at you. “Uh-we share recipes for food we can digest and talk about meds helping us get it up. And yes, sometimes we talk about our demanding omegas. We are all whipped and talking about our feelings helps.”

“Feelings?” you hold back a chuckle as Linda presses on. “Why don’t you talk about your feelings with me? We are married, Richard.”

“We should go home now,” wrapping your hand around Ransom’s wrist you look up at your alpha. “Don’t think you are forgiven yet.”

“There, I deleted the app and blocked my father,” Ransom shows you his phone. “Can you forgive me? I didn’t complain about you.”

“Hmm…you are under prohibition, alpha,” you put his phone aside and sit next to him. “No sex for another week.”

“Can I at least scent you?” he watches you crawl onto his lap, wiggling and muttering until you find the perfect position. “Y/N, will you forgive me?”

“I’ll keep a close eye on you from now on, alpha,” resting your head against his shoulder you sigh deeply. “Now, put your arms around your omega. I need to calm down.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, big dummy. Just you know, if your father ever tries to force you to do something you don’t want to do, call your omega. I’ll join forces with Linda.”

“Uh—I think he learned his lesson,” you chuckle as Ransom whines. “Let’s not be cruel.” 

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[adoreyouusugar]

Does anyone remember that series that’s ongoing with omega!Jake Jensen x omega!Reader and the go on courting dates with Ransom,Ari, and I think Steve who are all alpha’s of course

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[f10werfae]

send in some ideas for any au for some short drabbles!! Feeling creative this week 🫶

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[lonely-teddy-bear]

send me chris evans requests 👇🏽

so bc i have a chris evans obsession…. give me some requests on him and also his characters 😫 i’ll write them after i post the ones i have on my draft and after i update my books plsss this is the motivation i need to get back to writinggggg

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[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part X/X

Pairing: soft!stepbrother Alpha Ransom Drysdale x stepsister!fem Omega reader

Words: ~2.7k

Summary: You and Ransom navigate the aftermath of everything that’s happened, and finally start your new life together.

Chapter Warnings: explicit language, A/B/O, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, knotting), pregnancy symptoms, mentions of violence (nothing in detail just referenced), minor manipulations, hints at other series in the AU, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: It’s finished!!!! They’ve got their semi-happy ending and they made it all the way through. Our soft babies deserve all the happiness and safety and for nothing bad to happen to them ever again.

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“Are you goddamn insane?” Ransom put his hands on his hips and drew in a deep breath as he stared at Harlan incredulously, tapping his foot and scoffing when the older man just shrugged and nodded. “I’m not a fucking politician.”

“Neither is he.” Harlan took a slow sip from his mug of coffee as he watched Ransom closely. “But as you’ve found out, the interests he’s controlled by are especially unsavory, whereas the only interest you’d be beholden to is mine.”

Ransom groaned as he sank into the chair on the other side of the desk, leaning his head back and letting his eyes fall closed as he tried to get a grip on himself.

He knew that asking for Harlan’s help would have strings attached, but this was something else. The two of you couldn’t be in the city anymore, though, not after idiots from your father’s church had started waiting outside the apartment to harass you and call you a filthy Omega slut every chance they got. Ransom was getting sick of calling the cops every fucking day, and he hated how absolutely terrified you had become. You’d practically refused to leave for your OB/GYN appointment yesterday, and it was making Ransom worried about your pup.

But Harlan could help you. He had the extra property outside of the city, access to medical personnel that would come directly to you, and private security, god the private security alone should make whatever he wanted from Ransom worth it. You were giving him his first great grandchild, he should have been willing to give you everything. And he was, but with his own price.

“She’s not coming on the campaign trail if I do this.” Ransom hated the thought of actually having to be a fucking dancing monkey for his grandfather, but then he remembered how panicked and distressed you had been when the brick had been thrown through your window three days ago, and how long it had taken him to settle you down and get you to sleep. “I’m not going to exploit her for political points.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you let the press run that story about her. Yes I know, you didn’t ‘let’ them, but they ran it, and now the Omega rights activists want a piece of her.” Harlan shook his head when Ransom buried his head in his hands and groaned again. “I agree with you, though, I don’t want her traveling right now. I will happily keep her and my great grandchild safe and happy no matter what, but that man is dangerous, and besmirching our family’s reputation, and you’ve afforded me a very unique opportunity to get rid of him.”

“By pimping me out?” Ransom snorted at the no nonsense look on Harlan’s face. “What about Linda?”

“Your mother took a calculated risk by marrying him, it’s not my fault it’s blowing up in her face.” Harlan sighed when Ransom still looked wary, tapping his fingertips on his desk and leaning forward with a small frown on his face. “He’s running unopposed, but the research shows that someone young and sympathetic could run away with the election easily. You won’t have to worry about her at all, I even have a new house just a little less than an hour away that I can set you both up in, and a secure estate in Washington for when you win the election.”

“If I win.” Ransom hadn’t worked a day in his life, he didn’t know why his grandfather was taking for granted that he could win a damn senate race.

“When, I’m backing you, and I only back winners.” The pleased smile teasing Harlan’s lips did not escape Ransom, the younger man blowing out a deep breath and giving him a resigned nod. “Excellent, I will set up a meeting for you with the speech writer and campaign manager later in the week. I want you both here at the manor until after the pregnancy, I have medical staff on site and I’d feel better knowing she has everything she needs without having to travel. Oh, hello dear!”

Ransom started when you shuffled into the room with Harlan’s nurse, he thought her name was Marla. You actually looked somewhat relaxed, and it made his heart melt, the small smile on your face getting wider when he rose to his feet and cradled your jaw in his hands as you chirped softly.

“How was your walk, bunny?” Ransom kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled at how chilly it was. “Is it cold outside?”

“Just a little, it’s nice though.” You purred when he slid a hand down to rest against your growing bump, placing your hand over his and scenting his cheek when you felt a small kick. “Pup seemed to like it, she’s been so active. And it’s beautiful and quiet, and the dogs are so sweet.”

“I’m so glad, bunny.” Ransom took a deep breath and gave Harlan a sideways look before leaning down to rub your noses together. “Would you like to stay here for a bit, bunny? Harlan has agreed to let us stay here until she comes while he helps me find a new place outside of the city.”

“Really?” You looked so happy, beaming with watery eyes when Ransom nodded and turning to Harlan. “Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Thrombey, the city is so terrifying and there’s too many people, I just…”

“Oh, my dear girl, it’s alright.” Harlan stood up and took your hands in his when you started crying happy tears, smiling warmly at you while Ransom rested his chin on the top of your head. “And you need to start calling me Harlan, you're carrying my great granddaughter. You are always welcome here.”

“Thank you, Harlan.” You drew in a shuddering breath and chirped again when Ransom slid his arms around you and kissed your temple. “I promise we’ll treat your house like our own, we can’t thank you enough.”

“Al-alpha…” you whined when Ransom grunted against your neck as he drove his cock into you again, your cunt spasming around him when you came without warning as his balls smacked against your clit. “More, don’t stop.”

“Greedy little bunny.” Ransom cooed and grinned into your shoulder when you just shoved your hips back and bit your pillow as you made desperate noises for him. “You’ve already had three, how many more do you want?”

“All of them, please…” you didn’t even care when you felt warmth starting to stream down your chest while he squeezed your breasts, your arms giving out and your toes curling when he brought you to the edge again right away. “It’s so good.”

“It is so good, Omegamine.” Ransom chuffed and sucked on your mark when he felt you gushing all over his thighs. “This poor pussy is so needy, so hungry all the time.”

“Mmhm.” You gasped and your back arched violently when you came again, your swollen belly brushing against the bed while your pussy squirted for him. “Need my Alpha, don’t want you to go.”

“Oh, bunny, shit.” Ransom slowed down when he heard the emotion in your voice, cradling your chin gently and turning your head so he could press his lips to yours. “I hate it too, sweet girl, but I have to do these town halls.”

“I know, oh!” Your eyes fluttered closed when his knot swelled and locked you together, sighing when you were flooded with warmth and he rolled the both of you onto your sides. “I understand, but she’s going to be here so soon, I worry about you missing it.”

“I won’t miss our girl finally getting here, I promise.” Ransom stroked your hair as your breathing started to slow down, kissing your cheek and rumbling for you when you started fussing with the blankets and your milk soaked nightie. “Harlan said he’d send a helicopter if I need it, he would kill me if I wasn’t here for you.”

“He would, wouldn’t he?” You giggled a little when Ransom nibbled on your ear, winding your fingers through his when he rested them on your stomach.

“Yes, he would.” Feeling you relax made Ransom smile against your cheek. “I’m pretty sure he likes you more than me.”

“Mmhm.” You peeked at him over your shoulder and sank your body into his when he trailed soft kisses along your jaw. “Just promise me you’ll be home tonight?”

“I promise.” He kissed your mark almost reverently as his hand rubbed your belly gently and crooned against your skin. “I’ll always come home to you.”

“No.” Ransom frowned when he looked over the agreement Andy had placed in front of him, tossing it on the desk and leaning back in his chair while the bearded man let out a deep sigh. “I told you, she’s not testifying. Tell the DA she can have a written statement or come up with a better plea agreement so she doesn’t have to go to trial. She’s not setting foot in a courtroom with that bastard.”

“DA isn’t gonna like that.” Andy shrugged and grabbed the takeout container he had set aside. “She’ll get over it though, she likes me. Hates that fucker, she wants to nail him to the damn wall.”

“Good.” Ransom snarled when his thoughts dwelled on Lance for just a few seconds, wishing like he did every time that he had killed the asshole when he had the chance. “Hope she cuts his fucking knot off.”

“She would if she could.” Andy snorted before shoving some noodles into his mouth. “Can you get her statement to me by next month?”

“I think so.” Ransom cocked his brow at Andy when the man practically growled when his paralegal came into the room to hand him some paperwork, not missing how his eyes raked over her possessively when she walked away before he turned his attention back to his friend. “Pup is due any day and that could put a dent in it, but I’ll get it as soon as I can.”

“Alright, that’s fine.” Andy tossed his empty container and followed Ransom when he stood up to leave. “I think there’s press outside, man. You wanna head out the back?”

“No, I’m used to them.” Ransom sighed as he steeled himself. “They’ve been up my ass ever since the election. I’m hoping they’ll calm down by the time we’re in Washington.”

Andy just nodded as he held the door open for Ransom, squinting against the sudden flashing of camera bulbs and snorting before turning to head back to his office. Ransom just clenched his jaw when they started shouting questions at him, shaking his head at being bombarded with inquiries about where you were, were you going to testify, was the baby here yet, were you going to go with him to Washington…

“My wife was the victim of an extremely heinous crime, and is still the target of multiple threats from her father’s congregation. I will not entertain any questions that invade her privacy.” Ransom frowned when one of them asked what names you had picked out. “Nor will I be discussing our child. The election was tumultuous enough, all you need to know is that she will not be testifying, she will not be taking part in any of the numerous activist campaigns that have been harassing her, and that we appreciate you respecting our requests for privacy and discretion while our family does its best to recover from an incredibly difficult year, good night.”

He ignored their continued questions and climbed into the beemer, slamming the door behind him and drawing in a deep breath as he started the engine. Ransom pulled out his phone when he felt it vibrating, almost dropping it when he saw the message and peeling out as he dialed frantically.

“Harlan!” Ransom winced when he ran right through a red light, taking a turn a bit faster than advisable and slamming into the door since he forgot to buckle up. “Please tell me she just started.”

“She did, contractions are about five minutes apart, so you have time.” Harlan trailed off when you called out for Ransom, the need in your voice making your mate press the gas pedal all the way down to the floor and pray that no cops would be between the city and Harlan’s manor. “The doctor is monitoring her very closely and pleased with how she’s doing so far, but she wants you.”

“Twenty minutes.” Ransom finally hit the open road and breathed a sigh of relief, watching the speedometer creep up while he tried to remain calm. “I’ll be there soon.”

He made it in fifteen, slamming the front door open without a second thought and sprinting up the stairs when he heard you moan. You looked so beautiful when he finally saw you, already slick with sweat and doing your breathing exercises while Marta held your hand and told you how good you were doing.

“Alpha…” you tried to smile at him but could only groan when another contraction wracked your body, your grip on Marta’s hand tightening until Ransom replaced it with his own and sitting behind you on the bed so you could lean against him for support. “She’s coming fast, my water already broke.”

“It’s alright, it’s common with first births.” The doctor gave you and Ransom a reassuring smile when he frowned at her, checking your blood pressure again and nodding when Ransom started scenting you and rumbling to help soothe you. “You are doing so well, honey, very brave.”

“Yes, so brave, bunny.” Ransom kissed your hair when you let out a shuddering breath, letting you hold his hands tightly and matching his breathing to yours while he felt you tensing up again. “Just keep breathing, Omega, you’re so good.”

You felt infinitely better with Ransom there, able to relax even through the pain and smiling each time he kissed your cheek or your temple and told you how proud he was of you. Even though later they told you it had taken six hours, it felt like it took no time at all, Ransom holding your knees up to your chest and helping you push when you felt like you couldn’t anymore once the doctor had gotten everyone else out of the room.

“Almost there, just one more big push, mommy.” The doctor gave you a small smile when you nodded tersely, guiding the baby’s body out of you while you screamed. “Here’s the head, and shoulders, and here she is!”

The first loud cry from your daughter had you breaking down into the most joyous tears of your life, shaking in Ransom’s arms and beaming at him when he kissed you like you were the air he breathed. You had never been happier, sobbing and letting Ransom stand up so he could cut the cord.

“Oh, shit.” Ransom felt his own tears leaking down his cheeks when they bundled her up and placed her into his arms, laughing when she kept squalling and wriggling like a little fiend. “Bunny, she’s so beautiful. She’s amazing, I can’t believe we made her.”

“Let me see her.” You were still crying when he came to sit next to you, cooing when he placed her into your arms and leaning against him as he pressed soft kisses all over your cheek. “She’s so perfect, our pup. Amelia Clementine Drysdale. I want to give her everything, Alpha.”

“We will, I promise.” Ransom didn’t think such euphoria could ever be possible, gazing at you and then back at your daughter and knowing that he would do anything either of you wanted for the rest of your lives. “I will keep you both safe, nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m here. My sweet Omega. I love you, Bunny.”

You purred and started scenting your pup while he wound you in his arms, peeking up at him through your lashes and feeling warmth bloom in your chest as you felt the deepest love and affection flowing through the bond, knowing that no matter what happened, he would always be your Alpha.

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[syntheticavenger]

Forever and Ever More - Twenty-Three

Soft Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Language, Alpha/Omega dynamics, threats, angst, character death, mentions of rut, implied mention of pregnancy, implied mention of forced abortion, violence.

(Here. We. Go!)

Word Count: 3K

moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​

Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two

Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Children bounce around you as you try to herd them back into the classroom, wanting to tell you every little detail about what they did at recess, right down to little Gracie, who tells you in depth about how she saw a bird pull a worm out of a hole and ate it right in front of her, her eyes wide with disgust.

Most days you are fine to listen to their concerns and revelations, especially when they are deep in conversation with you and can’t even get inside the door without wanting to tell you the ending of their stories but the heat is getting to you, nodding slowly as you answer gently, still trying to get them inside before the last child slips inside before you close the door. Even though you know they are accounted for, you still keep count, watching every single child scurry to their seat. Once you’ve counted three times, you sit, exhaling softly as they pull out their books to read silently to wind down from recess. Full little bellies mean they start to get sleepy, writing carefully on the whiteboard while a few blink a few times to keep their eyes open.

Math isn’t the most thrilling subject for your students but for a few, they are more than happy to shout their answers to your questions, even if you’ve politely asked them to raise their hands. There’s an innocence to them that you appreciate, knowing they are feeling free enough to express themselves, even as they call out the right – and sometimes wrong – answers that makes you smile, the time dwindling down before the bell sounds and they race out the door, yelling out their little goodbyes before silence settles over the classroom.

Your fingers ghost against your mating bite, finishing up a report before your thoughts drift to Kelly and Austin.

It shouldn’t surprise you that Austin had two sides to him. It does surprise you, however, that Kelly fell for such an Alpha, especially after she had been so dead set on making sure Ransom was as far away from you as possible. She had always been the strong one, the one to talk you out of bad decisions and was there still when you made them, ready to support you when you needed a listening ear. You hadn’t counted on Austin ever mating her, especially since she never seemed like the sort who wanted to be bonded.

None of that mattered anymore, Kelly safe inside your house while you finished the last of your document. More importantly, you were worried about Ransom, who was hellbent on making sure that Austin paid for what he had done. That scares you most of all. To know that Ransom can and will go after what he wants and that his determination will always seem to win out. In this case, you know that he’s much more passionate about seeing Austin get his comeuppance than before, especially since it’s so close to home.

-

Harlan spies Ransom deep in thought as he pours through a draft of a book, stopping to write notes on his notepad. It’s a far cry from the Ransom who could barely stand to even do research, let alone take a look at the books to make sure they were researched for continuity and accuracy. Once upon a time, it was a chore to get him to get through at least a chapter. These days, Ransom finishes a few chapters, providing insight to his grandfather within days. 

A far cry from the snobbish Alpha he used to be.

“Everything alright?” Harlan asks, Ransom looking up from his notepad.

Within minutes, Harlan narrows his eyes at the younger Alpha. He knows his grandson well, right down to when he’s bothered about something. He’s bothered now, checking his phone over and over before he finished writing on his notepad, Harlan clearing his throat as Ransom looks up, jaw flexing at the sight of his grandfather.

“Something is bothering you,” Harlan pushes gently, folding his hands on the table. “Is it Austin?”

“No,” Ransom denies quickly with a shake of his head. “Something else.”

“Something else like what?”

Ransom rolls his eyes, Harlan ignoring the fact that Ransom hates it when he pries. At the awkward silence, Ransom gives a dramatic sigh, tossing the notebook on the table.

“Her scent changed,” Ransom mutters.

“How so?”

“Stronger. Sweeter,” he answers Harlan, fidgeting with the pen in his hand. “She doesn’t notice it, I think. But I do.”

Harlan leans forward with interest.

“What do you think it could be? Another Alpha?”

“No,” Ransom growls out, glaring at his grandfather. “I would know. It’s different. She went back to work this morning and I could scent it. I didn’t want her to leave.”

Harlan nods in understanding, a smile spreading across his face as Ransom blows out a breath, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s not heat,” Ransom informs him. “And I like the way she smells. It just made me…”

“Protective?”

Ransom nods.

“Well,” Harlan begins, pushing back his chair as he stands up. “There’s only one reason why you’d feel that way with the change in her scent.”

“Okay?”

“You’re going to be a father.”

-

Austin knows he shouldn’t leave, Neal’s warnings still circulating in his mind, deciding to ignore what the lawyer has told him. Not that the Beta would understand the longing, Austin sneers to himself, grabbing his keys before he heads toward his car. The tracker on his ankle gives a warning beep that he shouldn’t go any further before he slices it off his ankle, the shrill sound making him toss it toward the trees.

Despite the large amount of suppressants he’s ordered to take, he’s off of them for the past three days, enough for him to feel like himself again.

And with it, the anger that simmers under the surface now comes to a boiling point when he dials their numbers, his former Omegas blocking his calls. Not that he didn’t realize that it was going to happen but the very idea of them believing that they could move on, like he didn’t bond them once is absurd, the car door slamming hard as he gets inside, forcing himself to take a breath.

Everything had been fine once upon a time. Going from one nest to another, each one different from the last, their scents varied and nuanced that Austin could swear he could pick out in the dark. There was something about his hold on them that made him feel powerful. Leaning on their Alpha, the calls in the middle of the night when the yearning got to be too much.

And all of it came crashing down because of Ransom Drysdale.

He was supposed to be the cautionary tale. A confident Alpha with a lack of care for Omegas, casting them aside when he was done with them. It was easy for him to discard them, send them on their way as they wiped their tears and moved on. Austin knew the opportunity afforded to Alphas meant that he could have one – or two – for himself, like the days of old.

But never Ransom.

Not one to ever want to be tied down, it was laughable that he’d gone and bonded you. Still, there was that look of longing that Kelly noticed when she would glance at your mating bite, enough for Austin to realize that no matter what, if when she denied her designation’s desire, it still managed to come to the surface.

It had been so easy.

Ransom had taken them all away, systematically to the point where they had been there one day and the next it was like they had disappeared. Frantic searches would show their proud unmarred glands, throwing it silently in his face that a savior had come to free them from what Austin had known was good for them.

Not that it mattered, Austin continuing down the highway, feeling the first strings of aggression trigger as he grips the steering wheel, baring his teeth as he weaves in and out of traffic.

He’ll find you first, make you submit to him.

After all, it’s what Ransom deserves.

What he deserves.

-

Ransom’s hand pulls you against him as you struggle to get up, unsure of why he’s been extra clingy lately, especially when it comes to you getting up and getting ready for work.

“Ransom,” you murmur sleepily, feeling his soft groan of denial.

“Call a substitute,” he says after a minute, his hand ghosting down your belly. “Call out sick.”

“I feel fine,” you counter, Ransom still not letting you go. “Ransom…”

“Do you really want to go in?”

You know the answer to that is no. Outside it’s chilly, the first colors of fall beginning to appear. Inside, it’s nice and warm, Ransom’s scent nice and comforting as well as his body heat, making you drowsy as he nuzzles against your mating bite.

“You smell so sweet,” he purrs against your ear, kissing a line gently from your earlobe to your neck, making you shiver.

“I know, you keep telling me,” you answer him, hearing his sigh of disappointment before you force yourself out of bed. “I’ll be back in the evening and we can continue this.”

“We better.”

You aren’t sure why he’s so hellbent on keeping you home but he won’t tell you why, either. Still, the little nausea that seems to take hold gives you pause, clutching the sink to steady yourself before you look into the mirror.

Realization creeps in, thinking back to your last heat, blinking as you stare back at yourself, swallowing hard at the ‘what if’ before you slip into the shower. Under the hot water, your mind goes a million places at once, piecing it all together as you scrub every inch of your body, pausing at your middle before you finish, rinsing off and hopping out of the shower, brushing your teeth in your towel while Ransom calls out to you from the bedroom.

“Dinner tonight?”

Your reply is garbled before you finish, Ransom’s laugh carrying into the bathroom as you turn the faucet back on.

“So… yes,” he answers you. “I’ll pick you up from work.”

-

Austin waits, the few children who are still waiting look up at you hopefully while you smile at them reassuringly as a car comes up, one of the children running toward the car as their father parks, getting out to pick up their child, waving goodbye to you.

He knows you don’t know his car, leaning back as you walk another child to their parent, passing by as he perks up at your scent. It’s sweet, enough to make his mouth start to water. 

You still don’t notice him, waiting for more parents to come as they call out their gratitude for watching over their children.

One by one until it’s just you, looking at your watch before you start to head inside.

It feels easy enough, following behind you as he keeps his head up, looking like a parent who may be looking for their child. He lets you head inside, the doors closing behind you as he waits for a moment, enough to hear your footsteps fade.

It’s easy for him to pull the door, letting it close quietly while he walks silently through the halls. When he gets to your classroom, you still don’t notice him, the door closing as you turn your head, crouched down to pick up spilled crayons from a cubby.

“What are you doing here?” you ask him, straightening up as Austin gives you a smile.

“I came to see you, of course. We got interrupted last time, didn’t we?”

“Get out,” you order, Austin baring his teeth, revealing his canines at your demand.

“That’s not how it goes, Omega. Your loud mouth of an Alpha took what was mine,” Austin says with slow shake of his head. “Make no mistake. I’m going to make sure the bite I leave is big enough so they all know who you belong to.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you hiss, backing up as Austin takes a step forward. “You aren’t supposed to be out.”

“Lucky me,” Austin purrs. “We’ll be long gone by the time Neal realizes I’m not cooped up.”

He reaches for your arm, grabbing you as he pulls you against him. He’s stronger than you and he knows it, maneuvering your arm behind your back as you cry out in pain.

“Stop it!” you yell at the top of your lungs. “Don’t!”

“You’re getting rid of it, by the way,” Austin breathes against your neck, his hand gripping your belly. “No bastards allowed.”

His lips trail down your neck, your body freezing as you beg him to stop.

“No, no, stop, Austin, stop, please,” you beg. “Stop!”

He’s pulled back before he can blink, Ransom flinging him against the wall as he stands in front of you.

“Outside,” Ransom commands. “Now.”

You listen, inching past Austin as he rubs the back of his head.

“You know, I thought you were an idiot,” Ransom seethes. “Then you showed me you were much worse. But you put your hands on my mate. She’s not here to tell me not to kill you.”

“You can try, Drysdale but you won’t succeed. You barely just knocked her up as of now. I would have had two had you not interrupted me.”

“They aren’t property,” Ransom shoots back, Austin charging toward him as Ransom steps out of the way, missing Austin’s fist. “And you’re pathetic.”

“Pathetic is you believing you saved them,” Austin warns. “I get a little slap on the wrist and I get back to business. Fly to some random town in the middle of the nowhere and start fresh. I’ll start with your mate first. Gotta make sure we get that little problem out of her as well.”

Ransom sees red, the sound of your voice echoing before it all goes black.

-

“Ransom,” you cry, pulling at his sweater. “Ransom, please.”

Your voice is garbled, like you’re underwater as he stares at Austin’s lifeless body at his feet. His neck is broken at an unholy angle, Ransom shaking himself out of his stupor as his gaze goes to you.

“Oh my god,” you sob, Ransom holding onto you as little pieces of himself come back. His sweater is ripped, nearly to shreds, blood on his hands as you tremble in his arms. 

“Ransom, you…” you hiccup, his hand on your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

It all comes back, crashing back into him like waves.

“I had to,” Ransom says quietly, your head shaking as you mouth ‘no’, the doors opening as police enter, guns raised.

“Hands up!” they shout, looking down at Austin’s body. “Down on the ground! Now! Keep your hands where we can see them!”

Another officer comes inside, surveying the scene as you tremble, hand over your mouth.

“We need you to come with us.”

“No, I can’t leave him,” you tell them, reaching out for Ransom as he’s handcuffed. “Wait, please.”

“Now,” the officer demands.

-

“Hey.”

The balled up tissue around you does little to paint a picture that you are ready for any sort of company, the room temperature tea in the Styrofoam cup unappealing as Andy Barber sits across from you. He’s not your Alpha but one nonetheless, his scent calming as he’s stoic, watching you carefully.

“Um, I’m sorry,” you reply, wiping away your tears with a fresh tissue, the box balancing on your lap. “Linda said she would call her own lawyer but I…”

“It’s alright,” Andy says quietly, surveying you as he settles into the chair next to you. “They aren’t posting bail tonight.”

Though you understand why, it’s still a devastating blow, the last shred of hope out the door as you nod.

“I promise you that first thing tomorrow, we will get this sorted out,” Andy tells you. “Physically speaking, are you alright?”

You give a slight nod, sniffling as you ball up the tissue and place it with the others.

“Fine,” you reply. “I just don’t know what to do. They’re saying manslaughter. Austin attacked me!”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Andy soothes, up and over at the police as he motions with his head for them to go outside. 

“We were supposed to go to dinner,” you begin, eyes squeezing shut at the remembrance. “And now he’s not coming home.”

“Hey,” Andy counters, taking your hands in his. “Listen to me. He is going to win this, okay?”

“He didn’t mean to,” you whisper, head bowing as Andy grips your hands tighter, nostrils slightly flaring.

“He meant to,” Andy replies back softly, his head nodding in agreement. “I’d have done the same. It’s our right.”

“Not like that,” you deny. “You didn’t see it, Andy, it was -”

“I know,” Andy answers you. “There are strict laws about an Alpha protecting his mate. We will get him out, I promise.”

At your final nod, he lets you go, inhaling for a moment.

“You sure you’re alright? Your scent is pretty high. It’s not bad,” Andy says quickly. “It’s very pleasant. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.���

It hurts to blink, collecting the small mountain of tissues in your hand before Andy helps you up.

“I’m fine,” you answer. “Going home is…”

“How about this? You get in your car, you drive back home and I’ll make sure to follow so you get there safe. Get some rest. Because in the morning, we have to tackle this head on.”

“Okay,” you answer softly.

Andy walks with you down the hall, arm around your shoulders to shield you from any questions. It does the trick, no one bothering as you step outside the precinct, away from the throng of reporters who stand by to get a glimpse of you, thanks to the side exit that Andy took you through.

Once you’re back at your car, Andy watches you get inside, trying to keep it together.

“I will unearth everything on Austin Stryker,” he promises you. “Nothing will be off limits when it comes to him. Don’t you worry. I can find any and everything about everyone."

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 12

“This looks okay?” His eyes met yours through the reflection of your mirror, the bed thrown apart in the search for your phones, a makeshift nest of blankets that he was lounging on, was captured in the image he sent Steve minutes ago.

“For work? I mean it’s not too-“

“Why are you so worried about what you’re wearing, bear?” Jake prodded with a tilt of his head, his mark from Ransom healed, fully sealing him to the rich playboy alpha as well as Ari.

Jake had Steve left, and you had two to go. It was a friendly omega bet that was coming to fruition before your eyes, with your intent to let Ransom be next, the plunge from single omegas to becoming a shared and tight-knit pack was well on its way to finishing.

“It’s the first day back to work since I was on my heat cycle and with Steve’s mark, I just feel…different.” Your hands rest against your stomach, fingers curling in the front of the light knit sweater you changed into.

You had been indecisive all day, and a part of you was anxious from the moment you had woken up entangled with Jake. It had been a sudden and brutal hit to your emotional, mental and physical well-being to have become so anxious so quickly.

“You look beautiful.” Jake’s hands slid along yours, his chin nestled on the top of your head as he hummed and swayed you back and forth delicately, the two of you so naturally wrapped up in each other. “And you’re going to have a great day back at work.”

“When did you become such a motivational coach?” You turned your head, looking back at him your gaze quickly wavering to hips lips and the temptation to coat yourself in his scent was heady.

“You don’t have to work with that irritating scaly-“

“-dragon woman?” Jake finished for you, slipping his hands away from yours to the curve of your hips and with a sudden jerk, turned you to face him.

“Ransom’s right you know.” You closed your eyes, breathing in your omega, and best friend’s, scent.

You couldn’t get enough of it nor could you overcome the feeling of completion since the two of you, bound and desperately in love with each other, had started to find yourself nestled securely in a pack with alphas.

“She doesn’t hate you.” Jake rubbed his hands up and down your back, a purr radiating from within his chest and throat. “Maybe she does hate you, but that’s only because you get dick from four gorgeous men and she’s jealous.”

“That’s a lot of dick-“ you felt yourself shifting away from Jake before you even realized what he was attempting to do, and even then it was too late to prevent him from digging his fingers into your side to tickle you.

“-good thing you have someone to share it with.” He growled playfully as you two fell back onto the carpet, a pile of limbs tangled again as he used his weight to pin you down, your squeals and shrieks from laughing radiating and echoing off the walls.

You two were so entangled and occupied with each other, so wrapped in each other, neither one of you was aware of the front door to your apartment opening or the scent of an alpha that had started to infiltrate your space. Neither of you had even noticed anyone else was here until you happened to catch a glimpse of long legs in the reflection of the mirror, and a moment of innate fear struck you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve’s voice had come across thick and husky, seductive in its composure, both you and Jake feeling the same lightning strike of momentary desire. “Jake gave me a key, and you had a package-“

“What time is it? Shit!” You pushed Jake off of you and scrambled beneath his body, stumbling for your phone and pulling on boots, yanking both over the bottom cuffs of your jeans. “I’m gonna be so late-“

“Eh, just give the boss some head-“ Jake started to speak, immediately getting cut off with a pillow to the face and a stern purse of Steve’s lips.

“Not funny.” You threw your bag strap over your shoulder, stepping back toward the two boys.

First stooping low to kiss Jake tenderly and quickly, and then you stepped in front of Steve. You pressed your hands against his chest and stood on your tippy toes kissing the corner of his lips in a greeting and goodbye before you finally darted out of the apartment.

The return to work wasn’t as eased as you had first anticipated and despite Jake’s best motivation for you to enjoy your day and not let the other woman rag on you, you had been welcomed by the unsightly and uppity scowl of Ari’s first assistant and the degrading snipe at your heat cycle.

The woman who had been derogatory about your cycle and the extension of your week off because of your heat hadn’t been subtle about the workload resting on her shoulders in your absence.

Something along the lines of how nice it was to “have time off to take dick” had been mumbled under her breath in passing when she bristled past you to enter Ari’s office. The comment weighed on you, it bristled under your skin and afflicted you with anger that burned red hot. You immediately sat on your desk chair and yanked your phone from the drawer to your right.

Your immediate reaction was to text Ransom, the constant back and forth you’d had over this woman and her passive-aggressive comments were making you reach the end of your patience.

Ransom was almost more invested in this woman and her incessant need to be as irritating as possible, screwing with you in every grinding way imaginable. Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the keyboard in your messages, your brain and fingers working in tandem as you ranted and finally sent the message.

You give the man dick, you’d think he’d fire her — Sugar daddy

You snort at the message, chortling as his first assistant had come out of his office with a sneer and thinly veiled contempt for you. She walked around the front of her desk and sat on the same kind of leather office chair you had and after she settled herself she glanced your way and snapped her fingers, waving them in the direction of Ari’s office.

“He wants to speak with you.” She huffed, gritting her teeth and glaring at you, her eyes following you as you stood and walked around the front of your desk.

“Snap at me again,” you completed the action while you spoke, your temper flaring, “and I’ll cut your fingers off with the letter opener.”

She huffed again yet looked away, mumbling under her breath about you or your position but ultimately dropping any argument she could have made. You walked past her, looking at her over your shoulder before you knocked on the door and stepped into his office.

“I hate your first assistant.” Ari raised his head and an eyebrow in your direction as you flicked the lock before you sat in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other. “I threatened to cut off her fingers with the letter opener. She kept snapping at me.”

“She snapped once-“

“I hate her, Ari. I hate her and she hates me. I hate her, and-“ You drew your mouth closed and looked away from him, your teeth grinding as you stewed in silence.

“I’ve debated moving your desk into my office but I’d spend more time with my head between your thighs than I would work.” His comment was spoken with such unwavering honesty, you had almost missed the direct heat and wanting desire that lingered within the consonants and vowels.

It wasn’t just the words he spoke that communicated heat and desire, it was the dark ring around his normally bright blue eyes that was informative of his true intentions. He had kept his gaze on you, neither one of you breaking until the phone rang at his desk, and only then had he broken eye contact to answer the person on the other line.

And still, he bid you wait for him by raising one finger, pointing to you and his lap, his lips stretching into a wicked grin.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, even when he was supposed to be watching the game playing on the field below, his eyes were captivated and held by his date.

He was nervous, almost uncannily so, to be here and out in the open with another man when his past wouldn’t have ever allowed him this liberty. Being here with Jake out in the open, being able to go on a courting date with the younger and bratty omega was like taking a deep breath to clear his lungs.

It was so easy being with his female omega, it was so easy to take a walk with you or go out to the movies, have dinner or spend a week away in New York while you were afflicted by your heat cycle. Steve had it easier when he was with you versus Jake because he hadn’t been given the opportunity before now to embrace and hold to his bisexuality.

In the past he was born and raised in, Steve would have never been able to court another male omega. He would never be allowed to join the army or have been turned into the hero he is if he was open about his bisexuality. Call it a stigma of his affliction, which is what he thought it was, but he was still struggling to accept himself.

This was the first step, this was the first real leap and bound he was making in his self-acceptance. Steve was crazy about you and Jake, he was undeniably drawn to the two of you. He had his time with you, he had marked you as his and staked out the very claim he was going to have with Jake.

This first courting date was meant to be easy and relaxing, it was meant to be the first step in taking Jake as his own. And for the most part, it had felt as easy as it was supposed to be, and then the light hit Jake’s face and Steve felt his focus shifting from the game he had taken his omega to, and placed it upon the delicate and beautiful features of his male omega.

Steve was caught staring more than once, he was caught enraptured by the crease of Jake’s lips as he pursed his flesh when a play was made that was particularly troubling.

Steve’s attention was held on Jake when the omega he came with reached out to touch Steve, and the simple action sent a tidal wave of vibrant desire to hit him square in the chest. He was hit with the velvety notion of flesh against flesh and the desire to brush his lips against Jake’s, just to see if he would whimper and whine.

Steve was staring.

Unapologetically so.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of his omega nor could he prevent the sting of possessiveness that flourished in his soul when another alpha walked by and took a second glance at Jake. The innate reaction to slipping his hand upon Jake’s thigh and the squeeze were almost debilitating, his hindbrain was beating like a drum with the need to show the world that Jake was with him.

“You’re good?” Jake questioned Steve, breaking the ultimate hold of Steve’s gaze with the squirted whisper. “You’re projecting.”

“I don’t like other alphas looking at what’s mine.” The growl that escaped his lips was more intense than he intended, and it was met with Jake’s soft laugh and a little chirp.

“You’re intense, no one would fuck around and find out.” Jake leaned in and his scent hit Steve with an unreserved intensity that caused the alpha to close his eyes and breath deeply, a vivacious sound that was cross between a purr and a sigh to form in his throat.

His breath had become tightly wound in his throat and the purr was replaced with a groan, the burly sound aiding the intense mix of his scent as alpha and Jake’s scent as an omega.

Steve had opened his eyes and dropped his gaze to the hand Jake placed on his thigh, Jake’s fingers slowly kneading his leg. The heat that radiated from Jake’s hand through his jeans to his leg carried a great weight that sent his blood pumping to the head of his cock.

“Brat,” Steve hissed, steadily growing impatient the further Jake’s hand slid up his leg, “not here. If I lose control-“

“Oops.” Jake grinned shamelessly and moved his down Steve’s leg to rest on his kneecap, fingers drumming rhythmically. He had shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if nothing had happened and as if his hand on Steve’s knee had done nothing to turn the alpha on.

Steve had lawn out a puff of air and let his head fall back, his blue-green eyes fixated upon the skyline and the almost seamless blue ceiling that was only briefly obstructed by a few feathery clouds.

He fixated his eyes upon the blue sea in the sky until he had calmed down enough not to have his erection caught by people around them. As he lowered his head and watched the game unfolding, Steve reached out and rest his hand upon Jake’s thigh, almost second-guessing the action until Jake placed his hand on top of Steve’s.

“I like it, leave it.” Jake flashed Steve a smile, reassuring and unbothered by the physical affection that Steve was still becoming accustomed to.

Steve was stuck in a cycle of bliss and insecurity, placated between the enigmatic clutch of Jake Jensen, 1 of 2 bratty omegas, and his vicious self-doubt. He was stuck in this back and forth until the game had ended, even beyond then.

When Jake had started to drag him to the nearest outdoor park with walking trails, Steve had finally been bolstered out of this rut when lips met lips. He was struck and shocked silent, as Jake poured everything he could into the blinding earth-shattering kiss that stole Steve’s breath.

His hands had remained at his side, his eye growing wide with wonder. Steve had seen a lot in his life, he had been through more than he could’ve ever truly given life through words, and now feeling Jake’s lips on his, he was transported back to the 1940s before the ripe age of 27 being kissed properly by an agent. It took Jake trying to pull away from Steve to get him to act.

His hands cupped Jake’s cheeks and Steve’s tongue brushed Jake’s bottom lip. The kiss had intensified as puzzle pieces snapped into place, Steve unabashedly giving as much into the kiss as Jake had.

Everything was falling into place; self-acceptance wasn’t fleeting anymore.

“We’re supposed to be taking a walk-” Jake had tried to pull away, he had turned his head to draw himself away from Steve.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Steve hooked his hand around the back of Jake’s neck, pulling him back to steal another kiss.

Their lips collided against each other, lips and teeth clashing in a passionate exchange of affection.

Nothing mattered more than tongues tangling and Jake’s arms slinging around Steve’s neck, the endearing exchange welcomed by both parties. Steve had dug his nails into the back of Jake’s neck, finally getting an answer to a question not asked when his omega whimpered and whined.

“Are you done with me now?” Jake pulled away, breathing heavily against Steve. “I mean I’m not-“

“No,” Steve laughed softly, stealing one kiss after another, “I’ll never be done with you.”

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Dacryphillia

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

For me it doesn't do much, meaning that I don't get turned on by it. However, if my partner was into it and was able to do me so good I cry - sure thing babe!

For the characters? Lloyd, of course. Any version of him, really. Any universe, Lloyd's into that. Whether you're crying from overstimulation, or out of pain, he loves it and goes even harder. Ransom, too. And Ari from Room with a View. Alpha Ari isn't interested in actually hurting you, but if you cry being overwhelmed from all the stimulation? He's gonna get aroused 1000%

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[onsunnyside]

♔⌎ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐡𝐢

Welcome to the 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 for the characters of 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 for Arcadia Phi.

❝ With the college motto, “Where Leaders are Made,” Arcadia Phi is where those leaders become gods.

Founded in 1889 and strictly for alphas, Arcadia Phi is one of the most renowned fraternities in the country with a record of famous alumnis, celebrities and successful elites worldwide. To be in Arcadia is to be given a seat at the golden table, honoured with a title that lasts a lifetime, and the opportunity to “Rise Above All.” ❞

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬: Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Bucky Barnes, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Bryce Langley, Colin Shea, Nick Fowler, Ryan Ackerman, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, and Steve Kemp. 𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢: Lloyd Hansen.

𝗔/𝗡 | a good bunch of these characters took years off before attending Howard College, some of it will be explained in the fics. where I’m from, the legal drinking age is 19, and unfortunately, I wrote this story with that in mind, so even though the legal drinking age in the U.S. is 21, just bear with me. Also, I’ll probably add new members if new projects come out !! Note: all visuals made by me (crest, dividers, moodboards, etc.) but no images belong to me.

α (alpha) | β (beta) | Ω (omega)

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:

More information | About Arcadia Phi: #hc: arcadia

| Ari Levinson | 4th Year, 24 | α | Arcadia Phi President | Underground Boxer | Business Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’8, scent: a powerful sensual mixture of cedar wood, oak moss, and patchouli, with a linger of cigarettes.

❝ Falling in my den. Full of lions, full of breath. Take the muzzle from their heads. I'm a sucker for revenge. ❞ — The Marías, Hush

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | His family name is notable for vile reasons, and with the fortune built off of omega breeding programs, Ari has been surrounded by greed and suffering his whole life. His father is in prison, his mother is a few hours away in a luxury condo, and only-child-Ari became a freshman at Howard College a few years later than others in his year. Worshipped yet covert, his name is spoken in whispers of wonder or fear and with his quick popularity, it wasn’t long until he was promoted to president of Arcadia Phi.

Honour isn’t a grace to him, it is only earned and he prides himself in being the judge of who deserves it. In his cold, mean blue eyes, omegas are never more than their designation—and anyone who believes such will be taught the truth.

Starring in: 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #tough act: ari

| Steve Rogers | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Arcadia Phi Vice President | Howard College Football Team Captain | Sports Psychology Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: an unmistakable and intense musk, both woody and smokey with a hint of sea salt.

❝ Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks. But now she sleeps with one eye open. That's the price she'll pay. ❞ — Florence + the Machine, Girl With One Eye

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Adopted by the Drysdale-Thrombey’s when he was just a child, Steve has grown into the picture perfect alpha of the family. With a natural captivating talent, he draws all of the attention whenever he enters a room. After taking years off and exploring the world with his adoptive brother, Ransom, they both enrolled in Howard College.

Steve is the golden boy of the school and the star football captain, and a legend in the making. He’s going to be big one day, and his college life will be his origin story. The only missing piece is someone to share his future with.

Starring in: 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #captains legacy: steve

| Curtis Everett | 2nd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Swim Team | Industrial Engineering Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: deep patchouli with compliments of bergamot and lavender, sometimes with a hint of cigarettes.

❝ I carry band-aids on me now. For when your soft hands hit the jagged ground….Promise I won't push you straight to the dirt. If you promise me, you'll take them off first. ❞ — Melanie Martinez, Training Wheels

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Curtis was the black sheep of his posh, old money-rich and extremely religious family, which led to him bouncing between extended family for years before landing in Howard College. The local cops know him by name, although his record is as clean as a whistle. Whether it’s his status, or ruthless arrogance, he’s managed to stay out of handcuffs despite his revolt (as for pleasure, he’s usually the one to slap the cuffs on someone’s wrists).

He isn’t picky but he is experienced, and one would expect his partners would be somewhere on that range too, given the number of names he’s added to the slut walk list in the Arcadia house—but what’s the point of having so much knowledge of you don’t teach it?

❝ 1 Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made…. 4 "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman. 5 "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." ❞ — Genesis 3:1-5

Starring in: 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧’ & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #sos: curtis

| Ransom Drysdale | 2nd Year, 22 | α | Communications Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’5, scent: a woody vanilla combination with whiffs of citrus and tobacco.

❝ It took thirteen beaches to find one empty. But finally, it's mine. With drippin' peaches, I'm camera ready. Almost all the time. ❞ — Lana Del Rey, 13 Beaches

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | He was the sole heir to the family fortune before getting an adoptive brother. A life of opulence and security, whenever he wants something, it isn’t long until he is gifted that very thing. That lack of patience has led to a selfish, cocky and boastful attitude.

To Ransom, there is nothing to be ashamed of or reserved about. Everything he does is unabashed and confident, every one of his words are spoken to be heard, and every action to be witnessed. He knows he deserves to be praised and admired—like a statue of priceless marble in a museum.

Starring in: 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #hc: ransom

| Andy Barber | 4th Year, 23 | α | Howard College Football Team | Political Science Major

𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: layers of cashmere, almond and smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa.

❝ You got me thinking that I was too mean. Well, everything that I say I believe. Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve…. I've been corrupted. And by now I don't need a fucking introduction. ❞ — Halsey, Lilith

𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | The former Arcadia Phi president and one of the eldest of the fraternity, known as the future lawyer, Andy is crisp and charming with a Boston background. Although he has a strict personality, he doesn’t carry himself with the same sadism as his fraternity brothers.

Andy is a simple man, he wants simple things, and one of those is to be obeyed. He doesn’t take rebellion easily, but a little bratty behaviour can be quite entertaining.

Starring in: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐝 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #hc: andy

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:

| Bucky Barnes | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Johnny Storm | 2nd Year, 20 | α | Howard College Football Team | Steve’s little brother | #hc: johnny

| Bryce Langley | 1st Year, 19 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Colin Shea | 1st Year, 19 | α | Curtis’ little brother

| Nick Fowler | 2nd Year, 20 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Ryan Ackerman | 2nd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Football Team

Live off campus: (not in the Arcadia House)

| Sam Wilson | 3rd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Thor Odinson | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Howard College Football Team

| Steve Kemp | 3rd Year, 21 | α | #hc: kemp

𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢:

| Lloyd Hansen | α | was: Arcadia Phi President | Howard College Football Team | #hc: lloyd

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[1000night]

Pixie and her alphas (1/?)

Pairings: Alpha!DILF!CE characters/ beta!short chubby female best friends reader(polyamory)

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers(Nomad), Jake Jensen, Ari Levinson

Warnings: implied smut, pet name, abo pack au

English is not my first language.

About the baby

You and those alphas became friends has already been over 10 years. It’s a miracle for both of you. When those alphas decided to build a pack and they invited you to join, you almost puke your grape juice.

“Sorry, can you say that again, please?”

“We’re not joking, Pixie. We’ll become a pack, and we wish you could be our beta.”

Steve swayed slightly where he was standing, his big puppy dog eyes were looking at you. 

You opened your mouth to try to speak, but Jake interrupted.

“Nope, Pixie. We’re all welcome you to become one of our pack members, it’s not because we just need some random betas, it’s because you’re our Pixie. We’re eager to be your family.”

“We’ve waited for your agreement, no pressure, Pixie. But you know…”

Ari peeked at Ransom and shrugged

“You’re the only one who could calm us down when we’re in ruts and stop those stupid arguments. If you’re not in this pack, I have a feeling that this pack will always be in fights.”

“Then tell me why you need to build this pack when you argue almost every day?” You crossed your arms and retorted.

“Are you have something didn’t tell me?”

Ari coughed and you narrowed your eyes. He raised both his hands and sighed.

“I have a newborn daughter.”

“You what!?” You looked around in a dazed manner and turned to the rest of them

“You all knew that? How? When? What about her mother? Will you invite them to join this pack or you’ve…”?

Steve cooed you, “Hey! Hey, calm down, Pixie. Take a deep breath, in…, out.”

“I told you she’ll freak out.” Ransom rubbed his neck, smirking at Ari.

“Ah! You’re not helping, Ransom. Shut the fuck up!” Ari growled, he kneeled in front of you.

His bright blue eyes looked up at you, he held your hands tightly.

“Pixie, listen to me.” Ari kissed your knuckles, the hot breath winded through your fingertips making you tremble.

“The omega has her own pack, we’re just one-night stand things. She doesn’t want to raise this kid, and I’m not interested in having a relationship. So, I asked them if they wanted to build a pack to raise her growing up. But as I said, you’re the only one who could always calm us down and find a way to make us meet each other halfway. And you’re the only female I’d trust enough. I need you, Pixie.”

After several awkward silences, you huffed.

“...Fine. And I think you’ve prepared everything already?”

“Yes, we’ve chosen a large house to move in, the baby will be there next week.”

Ari stood up and pinned you down the couch, his beards tickled your jaw and neck, making you giggle.

“Thank you, Pixie. I love you.” He kissed your cheek and jaw.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, you’re so heavy, Ari bear.”

He yanked you up and let you sit on his lap as he crashed down the couch.

“What’s the baby’s name? Did her mother's name already?”

Ari shook his head and cocked his head aside to kiss your inner wrist.

“Can you do this for me, please? As the gift to join our pack.” And as the only partner who we’ve all agreed to share.

“Alright, if you insist.” Those alphas shared a look when you were focused on the name of the baby.

When the next week comes, you’re so excited to see the baby, well, she has a new name now.

—Aderyn, means ‘Bird’ in Welsh

“Why did you name her a Welsh name?”

“I think the name is beautiful.”

Your answer made Ransom’s brain shut down and he didn’t know how to respond.

“Aw, I hope little Aderyn could learn that from you, so we can have an ally against Ransom.”

Jake winked at you, and you tilted your head up proud.

“Hey, Jake. I could hear you!”

The sounds of a car engine roaring stopped your argument. You jumped off the sofa and rushed toward the front door. Opened the door eagerly.

A small faint lay in Ari’s arms, her chubby baby face melted your heart.

Carefully, you cradled the baby up in front of your chest.

“She’s so cute. I love her!” You gave Ari a grin and went back into the house.

Steve parked the car and stared at Ari standing in front of the door.

“What’s wrong, Ari?”

“I want to marry her now, Steve. I’m falling in love with her, again.”

Ari clapped his hands over his heart. Steve chuckled and patted Ari’s shoulder.

Taking care of a baby is hard, but those alphas and you shared those things. 

Ransom is the one who “grows up more like a father” type, he’d cooed Aderyn to sleep no matter if he’s in the meeting, he remembers the formula, so he doesn’t need to review the stick note. He always buys new things for Aderyn, spoiling her.

Aderyn is always excited to see him, when Ransom’s rut begins, you’re afraid that she’ll be upset if Ransom could take care of her.

“Hey, Ran. It’s me, can you give me one of your shirts? I need that for Aderyn.”

You knocked on his room door, and when the door cracked open, the strong smell of passion fruit hit your nose.

“Let the others take care of her, I need you. Come back in 5 minutes.” 

The lava of lust was surging in his eyes while he gives you his blue sweater.

Five minutes later, you came back to Ransom’s room, he didn’t lock his door.

All you see is Ransom lying on his king-sized bed, naked and he’s whimpering

“Ran? Are you alright? How can I help you?”

You know as a beta; you can’t solve his problem. However, even if you’re a beta, the strong smell of passion fruit and his scents still made you dizzy.

“Pixie…come here.” You sit on the edge of his bed, Ransom shifts so his head is nuzzling your tummy.

“I need you so bad, beta.” His hoarse voice echoed in your ears. His hot breath tickled your neck, your heart, and your core.

“Ran, I can’t. I…”

“I know, but I need you. Might this body isn’t designed to mate with a beta, but my soul is attracted to you.”

Ransom took your hand right on his heart, the haste pulse fluttered you.

“Do you hear that?  I've never beaten so fast, it’s because of you, only you, Pixie.”

He buried his head into your hair and inhaled.

“You smell so good, I can smell Aderyn’s scents on here…”

His big hand covered your left breast, which made you gasped

“and that driving me crazy, I want to breed you, feed you, and can’t wait to see you have my pups.”

His filthy words and kneading of your breast are too comfy to not moan.

Your legs were trembling, your womb was hurting, and you could feel the slick between your thighs.

“You sure I can help you through your rut?” You still remember why you came to his room.

“I don’t know, let’s find out.”

His kiss was the last straw. When your senses come back to you, it’s been almost a week.

Ransom’s success provokes the envy of others, they protest and ask that you do your partner’s duties too. The only thing you are thankful for is that each of them has a staggering time, giving you enough time to rest. And the rest of them would take the responsibility for babysitting Aderyn. *Weak smile

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