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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Brat Taming: Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mavsstar · 2 years

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thinking about softdark!alpha!ransom x omega!reader

i might turn this into a series, not sure how many people would actually read it

Years later you return and Ransom recognizes your sweet scent of strawberries, vanilla and o. You're still all he thinks about as he would desperately try to find an omega just like you, but now that you're back he doesn't plan on letting you go. no matter what.

All of your friends had gone through their first ruts and heats but you haven't had any yet. Most people assumed you were a beta even though there hadn't been any in your family.

It wasn't until you had gone over to Ransom's house to keep him company while his parents were gone, that days before his rut was to begin, it triggered your heat. You couldn't resist each others scent and pounced on each other during your peaks, giving into your designations.

After it happened you guys couldn't stay away from each other. You were secretly seeing each other, until your father noticed a bit mark dangerously close to your mating gland. He immediately knew who it was and took you away.

Years later you return and Ransom recognizes your sweet scent of strawberries, vanilla and honey. You're still all he thinks about as he would desperately try to find an omega just like you, but now that you're back he doesn't plan on letting you go. no matter what.

not now. not ever.

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goldensunflowe-r · 3 years

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Her Ransom

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

Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader

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

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

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<< Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Deal, my greedy little omega.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like you too, Ransom.”

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

“That’s not a competition!”

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

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

>> Part 3

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Finding You #9 - Ransom Drysdale smut

The one where Ransom finally cracks

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.

Chapter word count: 1.2k

Ransom’s P.O.V.

The next morning found me intrigued. The hunger I woke up with wasn’t sated with breakfast. In fact, it even deepened when I found a plate of pancakes already prepared by the counter, next to a lunch bag with a little note on it.

So you won’t starve.

It wasn’t the first time she did this. Her little snacks were the only reason I didn’t need to worry about getting hungry when I left the house. I struggled with admitting that it was sweet and it warmed my heart, so I just tended to ignore who it was that cared enough to prepare me something to eat.

But today? Today, I had it.

I almost felt bad with the way I woke her up, slamming the door to Steve’s room as I made my way in. But I was too fucking gone to care. All that mattered was that we were alone, and the boys wouldn’t be interrupting us any time soon - especially after they heard what was going on inside these walls.

“Is this what you fucking wanted?” I asked, already climbing on the bed to pull her by the ankles so she’d be right underneath me. I almost smiled at the way her legs spread instinctively, prepared to welcome her alpha, but I had a few things I had to get out before that. “Answer me,” I ordered, curling my hand over her throat so I wouldn’t just carve my teeth on it. “Didn’t you want me to use you? Wasn’t this your plan, when you kept looking at me while Frank was fucking you yesterday?”

For as much as she was trembling, she didn’t actually hesitate to reply, “I just wanted you.” It was such a sweet answer, uttered in such a sweet tone, that I couldn’t help but growl.

“So you truly are a desperate little whore, huh?” I would have feared I’d taken it too far, in my possessive, at-the-very-limits-of-desire Alpha mind, if I hadn’t smelled her arousal lubricating her for me, preparing her pretty little pussy to welcome her Alpha’s cock. “You had my brother balls deep inside of you and you looked like you were having the time of your life, yet it still wasn’t enough?”

She looked embarrassed for a moment until I turned her around so I’d have her on her stomach. “Pathetic,” I whispered in her ear, appreciating the way it elicited goosebumps all over her body. “But that’s okay, kitten, you know why?”

I waited until she shook her head to inform her, “’Cause I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget you ever even met my brothers.” And then I slid home inside of her. I’d avoided this moment for so long, and I’d build it up so much in my head that I was scared it would either disappoint me or overwhelm me to the point I would possibly hurt her, but the second I heard her cry of ecstasy, I knew the last one would never happen.

She was perfect for me, in every possible way, and that only reaffirmed that my first concern was even more pitiful. Not even one thrust in and I felt like I could cum already. I couldn’t stop myself from immediately settling into a punishing pace. I’d never wanted to fuck anyone this badly, but for all the hurt I feared I would bring her, she didn’t seem scared in the slightest.

No, she looked fucking ecstatic to be filled by me, over and over and over again, like the pretty little omega - like the perfect soulmate that she was for me. Nothing I had ever dared to imagine about this moment could ever come close enough to live it.

“Yeah?” I panted, enamored by her little moans. “You like my big dick inside of you, little slut? How much have you thought about it? Did you think about me when my brothers were fucking you? Wishing it was me filling you up? Pounding you?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her, running my eyes over every perfect inch of skin available right underneath my fingertips. When I slipped my hand between her body and the mattress, searching for that little nub of pleasure, her scream let me know I found it, but much to my distaste, she opted to suffocate it by biting on the pillow in front of her.

“None of that,” I growled, tearing the object from her teeth to throw it as far as it could reach. “I want them to hear how good you’re taking it, baby girl. Or are you telling me you’re not enjoying this? Is my little slut unsatisfied? Do you want me to go call Frank to fill you up? Did he fuck you better?”

At her broken plea of, “Alpha, don’t leave me,” I completely lost it.

“Yeah, that’s right!” I roared, pulling her by the hair to meet my thrusts. “Fucking scream it, kitten. Let them know who’s fucking you this good.” She came with a scream, her pussy clenching around me, tightening up almost viciously, making me hiss.

I wanted to last a little longer - I wanted this moment to last forever - but I knew it was a battle I was destined to lose, just like the one fought against my attraction towards her. So bottoming out one last time as my knot popped into her, I warned, “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You better thank me for it, your little slut.”

And she did. The perfect little creature whined and thrashed as my knot kept us tightly connected, but she rutted back against me as best as she could, all the while repeating, “Thank you, Alpha! Thank you!” until she tired herself out.

I didn’t say anything as I waited for my knot to deflate. I was still trying to wrap my head around this experience, as the bond between us settled and readjusted me in ways I once feared, but now welcomed. But once my knot faded and she immediately tried to wiggle away from my embrace, I realized I might have failed my responsibilities as an Alpha.

“Wait, come here.” I tugged her back to me to seal our lips in a kiss - our first of many. Once we had parted, I pressed another one, this time to her forehead. “I’m happy that we found you, princess.”

I saw the way she relaxed instantly, finally raising her eyes to meet mine, showing me all of her insecurities, especially the ones I had inadvertently reinforced. I knew then and there that I’d do whatever it’d take to make it so she’d never doubt herself or her place in my life again.

“I feel better now that you’re here,” I reassured her, nuzzling her neck and enjoying the way it made her tremble before she melted in my embrace. It was still early in the morning, but I already knew I’d be having a fantastic day.

I’d eat a warm breakfast with my brothers for the first time in a while, prepared by the prettiest omega ever known on Earth - my own. Better yet: I knew that tonight, regardless of whatever else happened as the day grew darker, I’d sleep happy and sated, because I now had my soulmate.

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Congrats 🥳 I’m so glad to be a part of your 2K! I’ve absolutely enjoyed your different series and I can’t wait to see what the next year brings 🥰

So I was wondering, maybe a drabble or head cannon for your All You Can Eat series: what is the sleeping arrangement? Like they all pile in one bed? Reader takes turns with the boys? If that’s the case, I could only imagine Ransom and Ari going at it like “It’s my turn to ‘cuddle’ Reader tonight!” And Bucky is just staying out of it with a bag of popcorn. Reader comes in the room and looks at Bucky like “tf is going on?” Would she sit back and eat the popcorn with Bucky while the other boys bicker or would she step in and settle the argument?

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All You Can Eat (Drabble 3)

Summary: The harem argues over sleeping arrangements, but two of them are too used to this.

Pairings: Siren!Reader x (Vampire!Ari Levinson, Vampire!Bucky, Werewolf!Ransom Drysdale)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut content ahead.

Word Count: 990

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Being in a relationship with three men wasn’t as complicated as one would naturally assume. Sure there were things that needed to be sorted out but it all boiled down to love and respect. On the other hand being in a relationship with one alpha vampire, one bratty werewolf, and a needy newborn vampire was a whole other matter. Their competitive nature only really came up when it came to you so you really did take it upon yourself to be fair in giving them attention especially when it came to private time with you.

Sleeping together was arguably more intimate than sex and all three of them loved to sleep snuggled up next to you. The house you and Ari bought was huge and had more than enough room for Bucky and Ransom when they moved in. Everyone had their own rooms, but somehow hardly any of them got used.

For the most part everyone was happy to all sleep in the Master’s bedroom, all piled around you in a protective loving cocoon of arms and legs. However there were times that one of the boys needed you more than the others. You would let Ransom have you alone when he was feeling particularly unsure of himself, his confidence wavering again from what he still thinks is his fall from grace. You would let Bucky have you to himself whenever he was feeling his control on his new form slipping, when his human side nagged at him for feeding on mortals. You would let Ari have his time with you just because, just as a reassurance that he was still your first love and that would never change.

Even with this level of understanding between you all, there were still times when they butted heads.

“It’s my turn tonight! You had her all to yourself two nights ago!” Ransom whined and stomped his feet, the childish pout on his face contrasting interestingly with the threatening growl from his chest.

“You had her all of last week when you had a relapse and you didn’t hear any of us complaining about it, did you?” Ari snarled.

The loud fighting caught your attention when you entered the main living room, you could hear them from the other end of the house. They were so preoccupied with their argument that they didn’t hear you come in, roll your eyes, and plop yourself down on the sofa next to Bucky who casually put aside his bowl of popcorn that he had been munching on as he watched the other two.

Clearly this was a normal occurrence in your household.

You took a handful of popcorn and fed yourself as Bucky pulled you to lie down beneath him, slotting himself between your thighs and lifting your oversized shirt over your head. You moaned softly as you swallowed the salty snack while Bucky’s mouth latched onto your breast, his tongue swirling at your hardened peak. He had long ago decided he wouldn’t join in when the other two got like this, choosing instead to take it as an opportunity to have some time with you. Sometimes he even egged them on.

Smart little fucker.

“How long have they been at it?” you asked, gasping as you felt his cold metal fingers dip into your heat. He curled his fingers inside you and pumped slowly, prepping you for his cock.

“A good 20 minutes now.”

“Fuck, James,” you sighed as you felt your orgasm building, arching your back and moving your hips to get you that much closer.

The noise of raised voices blurred into the background as you came writhing on his fingers. Bucky kissed you as you rode out your high, his lips tasting salty from the popcorn. You whimpered as he pulled out, but the feeling of emptiness didn’t last long as he pushed his cock into you. You moaned into his mouth and pulled him closer, hooking your legs around his tapered waist to fuck you deeper.

“Shit you feel so good, doll. You always feel so good,” he mumbled as his thrusts grew needier, greedier, less controlled.

“Fuck me good, James. That’s it. Right there!”

Everything he was doing was setting you on fire; his mouth again sucking hard on your tits, his metal thumb rubbing intensely at your swollen clit, his hips pounding into you aggressively and willing you to gift him the feeling of you gushing around his cock. He was fucking you so hard you were almost jerked off the sofa and it was only his grip on you that kept you from falling off. He angled and snapped his hips until you were crashing into your climax, screaming and milking his cock until he was spilling his own release inside you. He pushed himself deeper inside you as you basked in the euphoria for a little bit longer, sweaty foreheads pressed together and labored breaths mingling between kisses.

“You little shit.”

The low growl from Ransom caused you both to freeze and slowly turn your heads, failing to hide your smiles from the two angry looking men. It was hard not to smile when you just had really good sex and pulled a fast one on them.

“Really, sweetheart? Again?” Ari said, shaking his head.

Your giggling was cut short when you saw them both start to unbuckle their pants, palming their clearly evident erection. You licked your lips at the obvious desire in their eyes and the cock inside you that was twitching back to life.

“Have you settled the argument?” you asked, innocently batting your eyelashes.

“Not yet,” Ransom said, pulling his cock free and pumping it slowly. He smirked as he saw your obvious interest. Ari soon followed, dropping his bottoms to hold his throbbing girth as he approached you. He leaned down to catch your chin with his fingers, smirking down deviously at you.

“But we figured out a way to settle it.”

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Stark Spangled Banner

Stab Me In The Front Part 2: Knives Out, Bitch.

Intro: Katie heads out to speak to Harlan, and encounters Ransom for the second time in as many days. It ends about as well as the first time…

Warnings: Bad language. SMUT (NSWFW)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: I love these edits again. Well played, @angrybirdcr

Part 1

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Katie groaned and fluffed up her hair in front of the floor length mirror. She’d chosen a simple long sleeved, turtle-necked grey woollen jersey dress teamed with a black belt, black tights and knee high tan boots wanting to appear smart yet casual for the setting at Harlan’s mansion. But for once it wasn’t her outfit or appearance that was causing her anguish.

“Have you decided if you’re gonna mention the whole Ransom thing?” Steve asked as he wandered back into the bedroom munching on another piece of toast from the tray of breakfast items they’d had delivered earlier.

Katie snorted and locked yes with him in the mirror. “Oh yeah, can you imagine? Mr Thrombey, your grandson is an asshole. In fact, he isn’t just an asshole he’s the asshole, he’s America’s asshole…”

Steve chuckled as he dropped onto the bed “You might not have a choice if he’s already told him what went down.”

“You mean how you threw him over the bar?” She raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward to check her make up. Steve dropped his head and sighed.

“I’m sorry but, well I’m not having anyone speak to you or about you like that.”

“Well, I think we both know your alpha male display turned me on just a little.” Katie smirked at him, and he grinned as he recalled how things had taken a very steamy turn when they’d gotten back to their room before he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I really hope I haven’t screwed anything up.”

“If Harlan had heard and was going to cancel he would have done it by now. I’ll just go and see what happens.” Katie turned round and stepped into the space between Steve’s legs and his hands gently gripped her hips.

“You sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“No, I’m okay.” She smiled, dropping a kiss to his mouth, her hands resting on his shoulders. “I’ll text you when I’m there and then when we’re done.”

Steve smiled, he was pleased she was feeling happy enough to take herself, this was a big step in her healing process.

Even if he knew he’d be on tenterhooks the whole time she was gone…

“Alright.” He nodded. “I’m gonna go exploring, see the sights.” “Captain America playing tourist.”She grinned and he chuckled slightly, his hands sliding down to gently squeeze her ass.

“When in Rome.” he shrugged, “Or this case Boston. By the way sweetheart, your ass looks great in this dress.” “What is it you say to me?” she laughed, her hands sliding round to remove his from her rear, her fingers lacing into his “It’s all yours, baby.” “Damned right.” He practically growled as she turned and headed into the sitting room area of their suite. Steve followed her, leaning on the doorframe and simply watching as she shrugged on her pea jacket that was resting over the back of the sofa. She picked up her laptop, checked her bag and wrapped a scarf around her neck.

“Walk you down to the car?” Steve asked, and she turned to face him smiling.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

****

The drive out to the Thrombey mansion was actually very pleasant. Katie enjoyed the scenery as she drove and soon enough was pulling up the large, tree lined drive and came to a halt. She stepped out, grabbed her bag and took in the mansion in front of her, giving a low whistle. It appealed to her love of all things old fashioned and gothic. Old and red brick, surrounded by scenery and stone figurines it was exactly the kind of home one would expect a Crime author to own.

She text Steve to say she had arrived and was safe and as she made her way towards the door, two large German Shepherd dogs bounded towards her. She paused for a second, allowing them to sniff at her, their tails wagging and she bent down, scratching one behind the ears.

“Oh aren’t you handsome boys!” she grinned, as she continued to pet them.

“Excellent judges of character, too.” a female voice said. Katie looked up to see a dark haired woman stood on the steps by the front door.

“They’re gorgeous.” Katie beamed, straightening up. “I’d love a dog but, well, we don’t really have time for one.” “I can imagine your line of work is a little hectic.” the lady smiled as Katie approached “I’m Fran, Mr Thrombey’s house keeper.”

“It’s nice to meet you Fran, I’m Katie.”

Fran smiled and stepped back to allow Katie to step through the large, wooden doors which opened into a huge hallway, which was grandly decorated just like something straight out of one of Harlan’s books. Katie looked around, taking it all in, before Fran spoke to her again.

“Mr Thrombey is finishing off a call. Can I offer you a drink whilst you’re waiting?”

“I wouldn’t say no to a coffee.” Katie nodded, removing her scarf. Fran took it from her, along with her coat and hung them up on a stand by the door before she gestured for Katie to follow her. They walked down a hallway which was lined with dark, panelled wood that opened up into a large, kitchen diner.

“How do you take it, Mrs Rogers?”

But before Katie could respond, the dogs outside began once more to bark, only this time Katie could tell they were agitated. Fran gave an audible sigh, and the source of her frustration was evident as the back door blustered open.

“Oh shut the fuck up!” a familiar drawl was yelling back over the grounds and Katie felt herself stiffen slightly. Ransom barrelled into the kitchen from the mud room, his open tan coat flapping behind him. There was a multi-coloured silk scarf hanging around his neck and he was wearing a blue sweater which was slightly frayed on the hem, a far contrast from the sharp suit he had been dressed in last night. He cast his eyes around and stopped dead, a snarl playing on his face.

“You?”

There was a pause and Katie sighed, summonsing every single bit of professionalism “Good morning Mr Drysdale.”

Ransom snorted “Mr Drysdale now, that’s not what you were calling me last night was it? I was a self-entitled dick, wasn’t I?”

Fran gave a snort which she hastily turned into a cough and Ransom shot her a glare.

“Well in my defence you did call me a hooker.” Katie shrugged, taking attention off the housekeeper.

There was a moment of silence before Ransom broke the stare he was giving her and turned back to Fran.

“You got my cookies, Franny?”

“In the usual cupboard Hugh.”

“Hugh?” Katie frowned. “I thought your name was Ransom.” “It is.” Ransom, or Hugh said as he made his way to a cupboard and pulling out a packet of Lotus Biscoff. He leaned against the counter and popped one in his mouth, eyeing Katie up and down. “Only the help call me Hugh.”

Katie couldn’t help the disdain that crept across her face at his tone. He really was an insufferable jerk.

“Really? Hugh to the help and Ransom to others?” She looked at him, “What do the dogs call you?”

“I dunno, go ask them. I mean you do speak dog don’t you, being one?”

“Wow did you think of that all by yourself?” Katie rolled her eyes at his childishness “Guess your time at Harvard really served you well.”

“How did you know I went to Harvard?” He frowned.

“Isn’t’ that where all the spoilt little, trust fund babies go?” She smiled at him. Truth be told she’d had FRIDAY look him up the previous night but she wasn’t about to admit that.

“Yeah and where was your brilliant education then?” He shoved another cookie in his mouth.

“Oxbridge.” She shot back. Ransom paused, arching an eyebrow.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He said after a moment, clearly unable to think of anything smart to say about her choice of University.

“Mrs Rogers here is the Owner and CEO of Stark Independent Publishers and they’re going to be publishing The Colour of Revenge.” A deep voice said from the doorway. Katie turned to see Harlan walking into the kitchen, his eyes fixed on his grandson. “And whilst she is in this house on my invitation she is a guest, so you could do well to remember your manners.” Ransom looked at him, blinked, then threw his head back in a huge roar of laughter. “Wait. You have your own company, and you’re using another to publish your next book?”

“Yes Ransom, that’s correct.”

“Oh that…that is fucking priceless!” Ransom continued to laugh “I can’t wait for you to tell Walt.”

Now Katie was utterly confused. There was clearly some fucked-up family dynamic at play, and she was even more puzzled when Ransom stepped towards her, offering her a cookie from the packet.

“You poisoned them?” Katie looked at him, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m eating them ain’t I?”

“Fair point.” She shrugged taking one “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Sweetheart. Anyone that helps piss off my shit head family can share my food.” He said, and with that he blustered out in as dramatic a fashion as he’d entered, his laughter following him down the hall.

“You should be honoured.” Harlan turned to face Katie “He doesn’t normally give those out, they’re his favourites.”

“Yeah, without meaning to speak out of turn he doesn’t strike me as the type to share.”

Harlan chuckled and crossed the room, holding out his hand. Katie shook it, smiling. “It’s a pleasure to meet you finally Mrs Rogers.”

“And you too Mr Thrombey.”

“I told you on the phone, please, call me Harlan.”

“As long as you call me Katie.” she shot back and he nodded.

“Sure I can manage that, Fran, dear, we’ll take the drinks in my study.”

“Of course Mr Thrombey, I’ll bring them through.”

Katie followed Harlan out of the kitchen.

“I’m sorry about my grandson.” he looked back at her

“Don’t be. We err, we actually met last night. He was in my hotel bar…”

“Let me guess, you didn’t particularly get on then either.” “There were a few words traded, yes.” Katie nodded, before she sighed, deciding to be honest. “Actually, there were more than words traded. Steve, my husband, kinda got in a bit of an altercation with him. I was a little worried you wouldn’t want to do business if you had heard about it.”

Harlan chuckled as he led her down the corridor and to the right. “If I refused to do business with everyone Ransom had pissed off I’d have a problem. But that aside, he hadn’t mentioned it. Although, I haven’t seen him since he stormed out of here yesterday after a disagreement with his mother and his cousin. He likes to flounce does Ransom, he has a flair for the dramatic. If you don’t mind me asking what did he say to you?” Katie explained as they walked, Harlan letting out a groan.

“On his behalf, I apologise.” He shook his head, opening a door and allowing her to step into the large study.

“It’s fine, I gave as good as I got.” She smiled and Harlan laughed.

“I don’t doubt that for a second Mrs Rogers” He closed the door. “Now, please take a seat and we can talk business.”

**** An hour later Katie was feeling a lot more at ease. Harlan was an easy man to talk to. He was firm, but fair, and as such had approved the cover designs, and accepted all but 6 of the amendments the Editing team had proposed to this manuscript. As a result, she was feeling a lot more confident about the pitch regarding her Charity idea, knowing full well that he wouldn’t simply dismiss the idea was spurring her on.

“So as we agreed Mr Thrombey.” Katie said, sliding the first piece of paper over to him “Your royalties on the print edition will be 9% of the cover price for the first 5,000 copies, 10% on the next 5,000 and 12% thereafter…and for the E-book edition 25% of the sales revenue. You can see from our forecasts what we anticipate this will bring you.”

Harlan took the paper and gave it a quick glance over before nodding “How have you come up with the forecast sales numbers?”

“We based it on your last 3 novels, plus the level of pre-orders we have had. And, without wanting to sound too big headed, SIP attracts a lot of attention given who…” she felt herself blush slightly “Who I am so we tend to make a lot of sales on the back of that, which to be fair in this case isn’t a bad thing.” “In this case?” Harlan frowned at her.

“Yes, errr.” She swallowed again, shifting slightly “SIP is donating 100% of its revenue on your book to charity, although we haven’t made that public yet. I wanted to talk to you about it before we release anything to the press.”

“Charity?”

“Yes, several to be exact. We’re going to split it across organisations that help victims of sexual abuse, rape and other violent sexually motivated crimes.”

“That’s very commendable.” Harlan leaned back in his chair “And I take it that’s because of the subject matter?” “That’s one reason.” She nodded, hesitantly.

“And the other?” The old man pressed, his hands steeping together in front of his chin as his elbows rested on the large mahogany desk.

Katie hesitated, before she bit her lip and took a deep breath as she looked at the man who was studying her intently. For some reason, she felt she could trust him so decided to tell him the whole story. “It’s fairly well known that last year I was missing for a number of weeks but the circumstances were never revealed. In reality, Harlan, I was, erm, held captive.” She paused to clear her throat “I was taken by an organisation who thought by torturing me I’d reveal certain information to them, information I didn’t actually have. When the usual methods of interrogation failed, well, I’m sure you don’t need me to fill in the gaps.”

Harlan’s face softened and he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry to hear that, I truly am.” “So yeah, there’s an element of it being personal in there.” She swallowed. “I didn’t know myself that half of these support charities existed until a year ago and to me it’s more about the awareness, that people who find themselves in the position I did understand that there are people out there to help.”

Harlan nodded “How do you intend on using the book to do that?” “Well, with your permission, ”Katie said, turning her laptop round to face him, to show him the various mock ups she had produced, “I’d like to include a foreword in your book, a little bit about why we have chosen to do what we are doing, so that everyone who buys a copy sees it. You have a huge established audience Harlan, and that kind of publicity is just something that no amount of money can buy. I’d also like to include a tagline about how the proceeds will be helping people in the advertising material and on the front cover.” “Will you be writing the foreword?” Harlan looked at her.

Katie nodded. “You’ll of course be sent a copy before it is finalised to ensure you’re happy with it.”

“I think it’s a wonderful idea.” Harlan smiled “I’m happy to be part of it. And in light of what you’ve said, I’d also be happy to wave my royalties and also donate those to the cause.”

“Oh, no, that’s not…” Katie began to protest but Harlan shut her down.

“I don’t need the money.” he shook his head “All I ask is that you make it work. You clearly have a passion about this Katie, and for good reason. Frankly I’m blown away by the courage you’ve displayed here today by telling me this. There are a lot of people out there in privileged positions that could take a leaf out of your book my dear.”

Katie felt her eyes misting over and she blinked, looking away. Harlan passed her the box of tissues and she took one with a weak laugh.

“Sorry.” she smiled “I’ve just, well, no one knows what happened bar my inner circle so to speak.”

“It won’t go any further.” Harlan looked at her “I can assure you of that” Katie smiled, before she looked at the man, and her smile slid into a cheeky smirk. “Seeing as I’ve been honest with you, can you be honest with me?”

“Of course.”

“You have your own Publishing company, they’ve done all of your books for the last 25 years. Why have you chosen SIP for this one?”

Harlan sat back, sighing before he gave her a small smile “Because for the last 25 years my son has done nothing but ride on my tails. He likes to give Ransom a lot of stick for simply living off my money but he is no better. You see, I set the publishers up so he could make something of it, I didn’t expect him to simply sit there and use my books alone. Thought it was time he had a wake-up call.”

Katie gave a grin “I see now why Ransom was so amused.”

“Yeah, Walt won’t be best pleased…” Harlan said, “He’ll be even less so when he realises I’m giving my royalties away on this completely. Now, please permit me one last question before we finish.” “Sure.” “You’re the owner and CEO of SIP.” She nodded.

“Do you always visit potential authors or is this visit purely down to the fact this book means something personal to you?”

“There is that, and, well, honestly? I’m just a huge fan of your work.” she grinned “Owning and running your own business should have some self-indulgent perks after all, right?”

They spent 15 minutes or so tying up the final bits and pieces before Harlan walked her to the door, helping her into her coat.

“It’s been a pleasure.” He smiled, shaking her hand again.

“Same here.” she grinned “And thank you again. We’ll be in touch when we’re ready to go to press. It shouldn’t be too long. I’m hoping to hold the big launch early in November. Maybe hold some charity event, I’ll let you know.” “Of course, anything I can do to help…”

There was a pause as a loud engine sounded and they both turned to see a vintage silver BMW skid to a halt on the driveway driven by Ransom. He climbed out, his long legs stretching in front of him as he glanced over to the pair of them.

“I see he’s been out for his usual lunch appointment.” Harlan remarked. “Such a hard life.”

Katie laughed and with that she headed down the steps towards her car.

“Leaving so soon?” Ransom asked as she passed him.

“Work is done for the day so yeah,” she shrugged

“If you have all that money, why do you bother?”

Katie stopped and turned to him. “Because I’ve never had it handed to me on a plate.” She replied, honestly “One thing my brother instilled into me was that you have to work for things in life. Yes, I’ve had opportunities that most people wouldn’t but I’m eternally grateful for those and do this to prove that.”

“And the Avenging?” He asked. “Humour me, I’m curious.”

“I like to help people. It is what it is.” She shrugged.

“Putting your life on the line to help people with no thanks.” He shook his head. “I don’t get it.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” she shook her head, “But, I just remind myself that for every one person that’s like you, there are a hundred other people who actually deserve it so…” “Eat shit.” Ransom drawled, rolling his eyes.

“Fuck you.” Katie’s usual insult flew off her tongue easily, and she inwardly groaned knowing full well she’d given him an opening. And sure enough, the anticipated response came her way.

“If you’re offering.”

“Oh, believe me Mr Drysdale, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last person on Earth.

“You wouldn’t be doing much sleeping.” he smirked, “And you’re forgetting something.”

“Oh pray, do enlighten me.” She said sarcastically. “You’re the one that mistook me for your husband, sweet cheeks. I’d say you must find something attractive about me.” “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re nothing like him.” she turned towards the car

“Oh, are we playing spot the difference?” Ransom chuckled and she gave a bark of a laugh and spun back to face him. “Your eyes are completely different, your jawline is nowhere near as square, your smile…well is it even a smile or are you suffering from trapped wind? I’m not sure and don’t even get me started on your hair.” She arched an eyebrow “Frankly my Stevie has more sexual appeal in his little finger than you have in your entire body and as for that lousy sweater you’re wearing…” “Ah, yes, you’re a sucker for spangly lycra…”

“It’s a mix of Tevlar and a patented material my brother developed actually, but that’s by the by.” Katie shrugged “When he fills it out as well as he does I can’t help but want to be a sucker if you get my drift.”

“More than happy to help you out there darlin.” he winked. “I bet you’ve never kept a woman longer than a night have you?” Katie shook her head.

“Sometimes they don’t even last the night.”

“Oh, I can believe that, I’d run too.” she nodded. “Why would anyone want a jumped up little trust fund baby like you when they could have a real man between their legs?”

Ransoms face instantly slid from the playful, teasing smirk into something slightly darker and much, much angrier.

“You jumped up little bitch.” He spat, his voice laced with venom as he moved closer to her. She held her ground, looking him up and down, simply raising an eyebrow as his voice grew in volume. “If I wanted you, I could have you. It’s that simple.” Katie felt her nostrils flare. After everything she’d just talked to his grandfather about, was this asshole seriously insinuating what she thought he was?

“You know what?” She stepped forward, glaring up at him.“That’s the problem with people like you. You think you can just take what you want without the consequences. Well I got news for you, Hugh, that isn’t how it works.”

“Oh get off your fucking high horse!” Ransom bit back, his voice loud as he shook his head “I’ve had enough of your sanctimonious I’m better than you bullshit.” “I am better than you. But then again, that’s not saying much as frankly I think you’re one of the most despicable people I’ve ever met, and trust me that’s saying something.” She looked him up and down once more, giving her best contemptuous glare before she turned on her heel.

“Now you listen to me,” he said, grabbing at her arm. In a flash she had twisted out of his hold and swept his legs from under him, putting all her body weight behind the movement, spinning and throwing him straight over her shoulder in a move she had learnt years ago from Steve. With a hefty thud and a yell he hit the floor, landing on his back. She knelt on his chest, her knee digging into his sternum, heel of her palm pressed straight against his windpipe.

“When I said yesterday I’d taken down bigger men than you I meant it.” she glared at him “Touch me again, and I’ll kill you myself before Steve gets the chance.”

“Get..off..me…” he snarled, but she didn’t move, instead she pushed on his throat a little harder, causing him to gasp for air.

“They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree but in this case, well, you’re about as far removed from your granddad as you could get. How he ended up with such an appalling little shit like you as a grandson I’ll never know.”

With that she stood up, leaving him to take huge gasps of air as she turned to see the dogs careering down from the grassy banks surrounding the house, barking as they ran.

“Mother fucker!” she heard Ransom’s yelling as she picked up her bag her hands shaking slightly as she headed to her car. His yells were coming thick and fast as she walked, quickly. “Oh you son of a BITCH! You just pissed ON MY COAT!”

She turned to see Ransom aiming a kick at the dogs, missing them both completely. She couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the man desperately trying to escape and get up off the floor. Something then caught her attention and she glanced up slightly to see Harlan was stood on the balcony of the house, a mug in his hand watching the scene play out. He raised the mug in her direction before taking a sip and strolling back in his house.

As she passed Ransom’s silver vintage BMW, which was parked by the Porsche SUV she had hired, she hesitated slightly before she reached down her boot and pulled out the small combat knife she had kept concealed there. With a quick flick of her wrist she sent it flying into the rear passenger’s side tyre of Ransom’s car.

“Knives out, bitch.” She grinned to herself before she unlocked her car, settled in the driver’s seat and pulled away.

****

“Baby, that’s amazing!” Steve said, looking at her across the table as she finished telling him all about her afternoon. She’d driven straight to the small Italian Steve had said he had found and they were enjoying an early dinner whilst Katie told him about her meeting. She’d been completely honest about everything, what she’d said, how she had felt…well, almost anyway. Ransom hadn’t cropped up in their discussions yet, thankfully.

“I know, it’s better than I could have hoped.” she smiled, chewing on her ravioli. “I mean, the amount of money and publicity it’s gonna generate is off the scale!”

“I’m proud of you.” he said gently. She beamed at his praise and took a sip of her wine. “I take it then the whole Ransom thing wasn’t an issue?”

Ah crap, there it was…

Something flickered across Katie’s face and Steve frowned. ”What?”

“He err, he was there.” She looked down at her food, pushing it around her plate a little “We had…words.”

“Words?” Steve pressed.

“Yeah, at first he was fine. Even gave me a cookie, long story.” She waved away his questioning glance “But er…well we had a bit of a heated discussion on the driveway as I was leaving. He grabbed my arm and…” “He did what?” Steve nearly exploded and the table next to them turned to look at him.

“Shhhh” She hissed “It was nothing, besides, I floored him with that nice little over shoulder drive you showed me. Then when he was down the dog pissed on his coat.”

Steve was torn between his desire to rage about the fact the man had dared to lay his fingers on her, and laughing at the image he had of Ransom’s coat being soaked in dog piss. Eventually the laughter won out as he gave a small chuckle and leaned back in his chair.

“Wish I’d seen that.”

“Oh and I left a knife in his tyre” she shrugged, taking another bite of her food. Steve’s eyebrow raised.

“A knife.”

“Yup.”

“You took a knife with you?”

“Down my boot.”

“You know, you scare me sometimes.” Steve arched his eyebrow, taking a drink of his beer.

“I scared him.” she laughed “You should have seen his face.” Steve changed the subject then, not wanting to discuss him anymore. Whilst he was still pissed about the asshole in general, he was beyond pleased to see that she wasn’t phased by it, in fact she seemed excited about the entire thing. The meeting had gone well, and that was the most important thing to him. That she’d gone in the first place, especially after being so frightened.

They talked about where Steve had been, the sights he’d taken in and he promised to show her a few of his sketches when they got back to the hotel room, except that kind of fell along the wayside as no sooner had they gotten into the room they were pawing at each other like a pair of hungry, horny school kids.

As a result, Steve was found himself led on his back on the bed, Katie’s lips trailing his skin, from his collar over to his neck. He let out a soft sigh and Katie grinned as she moved back to look at him. His eyes were dark, full of desire and he watched as her head moved down his body, her soft fingers pulling the waistband of his boxers down slightly as she kissed across the bottom of his stomach, just on the V of his abdomen, where the thin strip of hair that led from his belly button down to his groin lived. He was aroused, desperate to feel her mouth on him, but as she trailed her tongue across his skin, she got as low as she could without actually touching him there. He let out a groan, his hips bucking slightly and she stopped, glancing up at him.

“Want something, Soldier?” she smirked, repeating the words he had said to her the other morning and he looked down at her lidded eyes which were sparkling with mischief.

“You want me to beg?” he asked, his voice gravelly “Because I’m not above that.” She let out a grin and decided to take pity on him. As her hot mouth took him in he let out a hiss, his head falling back against the pillow. One hand fisted in the sheets besides him, the other settled in her hair, fingers tangling into her soft waves as her head moved. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, teeth grazing gently as she took him deeper, twirling her hand around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” he keened and felt her smirking as she continued her ministrations. It was so good, it was almost torture, and every time his hips moved she stopped, giving him a warning look.

Fuck, he loved it when she took control like this.

Eventually, when he could feel his stomach starting to tighten he gently pulled on her hair. “Baby,” he groaned, “get up here. I’m gonna lose it if you keep doing that.”

With a grin she released him with a pop and crawled up his body, her breasts dragging against his naked skin before she straddled him, and lowered herself down, taking him in completely. Her head lolled back slightly as he bent his knees, allowing her to lean back against his thighs, hands resting on her hips as she began to move. With every roll she made, Steve was actively fighting his release, but it was becoming increasingly harder. His hand moved between her legs to stroke at her bud, and she let out a gasp, shuddering slightly.

“Don’t stop…” she cried, “Please, Stevie…”

His strokes became quicker, and with the hand that still grasped her hip he pulled her down onto him harder as he thrust upwards, driving into her as much as he could. He felt her shudder slightly before she gave a loud, broken moan as her orgasm swept her away, and he was right with her, his hips faltering as his eyes flickered shut, his entire body stiffening before he relaxed backwards and Katie felt forwards onto his chest. She gave a soft hum of satisfaction, her face burying into his neck as his fingers trailed up her spine gently.

“Okay?” He asked when he had finally caught his breath, she made a noise of affirmation unable to summon the power to speak at that point in time. Steve gave a chuckle and moved his head, nudging her face with his nose. She looked at him for a moment before she gave him a soft kiss.

“Stevie.” She hummed gently as he pulled away to look at her. “We left the restaurant without desert.”

He arched an eyebrow at her “Seriously, you’re thinking about food now?” “Yeah, I got a hankering for something sweet.” “I’m not sweet enough?” He pouted.

She laughed “Not unless you’re hiding a pecan pie somewhere…” “Room service?”

She grinned and nodded, rolling off him. “Oh, and order a bottle of champagne.” “Pushing the boat out?” he said, shuffling onto his side so he could face her.

“When have I ever needed an excuse to drink fizz?” she looked at him.

“True.” he said, brushing her hair off her face before he leaned in for another lazy kiss.

“And then, when we’ve finished that I’ll let you draw me a bath.”

“Oh, you’ll let me draw you a bath?”

“Yup?”

“What’s in it for me?” “You can scrub my back.” She smirked, her hand sliding up his chest. “Oh well, when you put it like that, how could I possibly refuse?” He rolled his eyes as she laughed.

Steve grinned back at her. Frankly, the idea of spending the entire evening locked in the hotel room with her, drinking champagne, bathing, no doubt a bit more fooling around was fucking heaven in his eyes. Giving her one last, soft peck on the lips he reached over for the phone to ring in their order.

**** “You’ve done WHAT?”

Ransom smirked as his mother screeched across the room her almost unintelligible ramblings being punctuated by yells and protests from Walt. His grandfather had just revealed to them all that not only was he using a different publishers for his next book, he was also donating his royalties to charity after discussions with the Stark bitch, or Rogers bitch as she was called now. Naturally Meg thought it was a great idea, but then she would. Ransom didn’t give a shit either way. He just found watching them all arguing like they were doing utterly hilarious.

“Cookie?” he asked, offering the packet across the coffee table.

“No I don’t want a fucking cookie, you asshole!” Walt glared at him.

“Wow” Ransom mouthed, smirking.

“Ransom, enough.” His mother shot and he looked at her.

“What did I do?” He laughed.

“You’re being deliberately obtuse!”

“I haven’t said a word.” He sniggered “And I don’t plan on doing either. It’s the old man’s money. If he wants to give it away, so be it. I am curious though.” He leaned forward and looked at his grandfather. “What did she say to convince you to part with it?” “It wasn’t what she said so much as what she did.” Harlan answered after a moment’s thought, not wanting to betray her trust “Her company is donating their profits from what she openly admitted would be their biggest earning book to date. Says a lot about her don’t you think?” Ransom cocked his head to one side and shrugged, as the arguing once more began.

With a snort he stood up “Well this has been emotional, we should do this again sometime.” he said, “Grandfather…”

Harlan waved him away, none of the others paying him a blind bit of attention. He grabbed his dog-piss ruined coat from the chair he’d thrown it against, making a beeline for Fran in the kitchen, ordering her to get it dry cleaned as soon as she could. He then headed out to his car, and stopped dead as he noticed the rear tyre was flat.

Cursing he bet to take a closer look, and noticed the knife that was expertly placed right in the middle of the tread at near the bottom and despite himself he gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“Well played Mrs Rogers, well played.”

**** Part 3

**Original Posting**

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #Katie Stark #knives out #ransom drysdale #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fic #steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans characters

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fics recs / december 2019

My last fic rec of the decade! Hope you guys enjoy these, I for one loved all of them!! Everything marked with a * is smut (which is pretty much everything lol)

Enjoy reading!

Star Wars

Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

*Let’s Start Here by @kylorengarbagedump

*Master Kylo by @darth-dre Being Kylo’s apprentice was a big deal, though things get interesting when Reader starts fantasizing about her teacher..

*No Sympathy by @thran-duils The reader purposely interrupts Kylo and pays with multiple orgasms later.

*Frustration by @sserpente Imagine a furious Kylo Ren taking his frustration out on you - against a wall preferably...

*Shower by @starwarshaven Imagine catching Kylo masturbating in the shower only to get in and finish him off yourself.

*Special Occasion by @xjust-one-yesterdayx Kylo uses the force on you in a meeting which leads to some interesting consequences..

*Sir by @dearlazerbunny

*Lonely by @kylorenxreader How utterly unruly is it to lust after your ultimate superior? Turns out it’s not as unfortunate as you foretold.

*Headcannon: Sex with Kylo Ren by @whirlybirbs

Mando

*Rough Day series by @no-droids Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five - When you woke up this morning, you didn’t really think it would be a ‘fixing Mando’s knife wound and then giving him a handjob’ kind of day today but hey, who knew that agreeing to babysit a bounty hunter’s weird, green little child would be so full of surprises.

*Mando NSFW Alphabet by @no-droids

Other

*Headcannon: Sex with Rey by @whirlybirbs

*Headcannon: Sex with Poe by @whirlybirbs

MARVEL

Steve Rogers

*About a Bruise by @heli0s-writes After a month of doting, loving, adoring Steve, because he requires the time and trust of convention, you sink to the floor and say, “Will you do something for me?”

Bucky Barnes

*Not Alone by @looking-for-another-world Bucky spends Christmas alone at the compound. Or nah?

Thor

*highway don’t care (but i do, i do) by @spacelabrathor A/B/O AU: You’re a runaway. Homeless and drifting with no where to go and no one looking for you. Worse still, you’re an omega, leaving you exceedingly vulnerable to the cruelties of the world. A handsome trucker named Thor offers you safe passage, but he’s an alpha. You know it would be stupid to willingly climb into a confined space with an alpha you don’t know and can’t trust. Little do you know, though, how your path would intertwine with Thor’s. After he saves you from a bad situation, his scent starts to smell a whole lot like home.

OTHER

Ransom Drysdale

*The Assistant by @trillian-anders You’ve been working for the Thrombeys for four years now, the last three years of your service being a glorified babysitter to the most annoying, self-absorbed, dickhead Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

*Held for Ransom by @lotusss-flowerbomb

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Brat Taming: Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

** **

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Even now?” You wondered.

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

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

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

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

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