#alpha ransom x reader

[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part X/X

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

Words: ~2.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you needed me to take notes-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not done yet.”

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[biteofcherry]

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

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

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

under the cut because it turned longish

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

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

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

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

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

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[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #20 - Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale smut

The one with the begging

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

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

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

Andy’s P.O.V.

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

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

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

It needed her, always.

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

She was just too fucking sweet.

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

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

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

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

But I would never stop fucking her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#my series #andy barber smut #ransom drysdale smut #smut #andy barber #ransom drysdale #alpha au #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #alpha!andy barber #alpha!ransom drysdale #andy barber reader #ransom drysdale reader

[holylulusworld]

Omega on strike

Summary: You are on strike. 

Pairing: Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader

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

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

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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[onsunnyside]

♔⌎ 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐡𝐢

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

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

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

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

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

α (alpha) | β (beta) | Ω (omega)

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:

More information | About Arcadia Phi: #hc: arcadia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live off campus: (not in the Arcadia House)

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

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

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

𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢:

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

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

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[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part VII/X

Pairing: soft!dark Alpha!stepbrother Ransom Drysdale x innocent!naive Omega stepsister reader

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: Ransom refuses to accept his feelings.

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, knotting, synced heat/rut, implied sex work), soft!dark elements, protective but stubborn Ransom, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Oh. My. God. Now that Kinkmas is finally over and I can get back to my regularly scheduled programming, my plan is to finish this out, and it is four chapters of the most intense shit I have ever written. I hope y’all are ready…

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Ransom gritted his teeth while he watched you grab another blanket from his bed and carry it to your room, the way you rubbed your face into it and hummed happily setting him even more on edge for some reason.

Your heat was close, and it was driving him crazy. Three days you’d been scenting everything in the apartment, rubbing your face or your chest and even your bare cunt all over every soft and comforting surface you could find without thought, especially if it was something that was Ransom’s, or Ransom himself. Every time you passed close to him he could practically feel the warmth that was radiating from you in waves, trying his best to ignore your little chirps and mewls and how you kept rubbing at your swollen gland like you were trying to taunt him. You were so dazed and lethargic and feverish you didn’t even realize what you were doing half the time, running on nothing except instinct while you prepared your nest.

It didn’t help that he was aching to scent everything you did, or to wind you in his arms and bury his face in your hair while he left his mark all over you. His need was like a constant itch under his skin, the low grade fever that indicated he was about to go into his rut making him so uncomfortable he could scream.

This was not good. It had been a miracle he didn’t get you pregnant last time his rut broke through, but with the two of you apparently synced up now, being around you while you were extra fertile and he could barely control himself was a recipe for disaster. He’d been doing his best to keep himself away from you, insistent that you had taken to your lessons so well that you didn’t need him anymore. All you needed to do was wait for his mother and your father to find you the perfect mate, not touch him or make him feel good or take care of him at all.

He was such a fucking liar. Maybe you didn’t need him, but he needed you. And he hated himself for it. Finally admitting to himself that he wanted to keep you and bond you had just made him miserable, but he couldn’t hate you, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Alpha?” Ransom didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop calling him that, turning to you and trying not to groan when he saw you rubbing one of his scarves all over your neck and chest. “I need more water.”

“Yeah, okay.” He bit back a groan when you refilled your glass and gulped it down with your side pressed against his, fighting the urge to scent your hair and take you right on the counter with the last shred of his self control.

“I’m going to the nest.” You were still looking at him, like you couldn’t tell how fucking uncomfortable he was while you reached out to trace his wrist with your fingertips and pouted when he recoiled. “I know my lessons are done, but you can come with me. I don’t mind.”

“No, bunny.” He felt his whole body shudder when he gripped the edge of the counter to keep from touching you, unbelievable warmth threatening to suffocate him when he felt as though he was on the precipice of his rut. “You have your toy, and that little fridge by your bed is stocked, you’ll be alright.”

“Yes Alpha.” If he didn’t know better he’d think you were disappointed, wanting nothing more than to hold you when he saw you hunch over and your scent suddenly got stronger. “I’ll be fine.”

Ransom couldn’t even bring himself to help you back to your room when you abruptly doubled over in pain, his nostrils flaring while he avoided watching you shuffle away and started practically trembling with the effort he was putting into fighting his instincts. He had to do something to distract himself, storming off to his room and slamming the door when he heard your soft whine float down the hall.

Nothing he could come up with was working, probably because all he could come up with was wallowing in how wretched he felt. All he could hear and smell and practically taste was you, chucking the book he couldn’t focus on across the room when his gut roiled and his cock throbbed heavily against the confines of his trousers.

Another one of your noises broke through his tortured haze and he needed to get out, he didn’t even care where he went, it just had to be away from you. He hadn’t even lasted an hour, aching deep in his core and rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth as he waited for the elevator and choked on his own need. When it finally arrived he almost collapsed inside of it, breathing deeply and groaning when your scent didn’t dissipate at all as he pulled out his phone and considered calling up Everett to see if the man had any leftover Omegas he could use to ride out his rut.

But as soon as he brought the screen up he was greeted by an excess of texts from Lance taunting him about his inability to handle breaking in a virgin, threatening to come and ruin you in front of him so he could finally get over being pussy whipped. The man was so fucking vulgar and disgusting, Ransom couldn’t believe he’d ever let him in the same room as you.

“I can’t take this, I’m calling the cops.” Ransom heard one of his bitchy neighbors snarling in the lobby as soon as the lift doors opened, barely paying any attention to the snooty Omega until she scoffed as he tried to storm past her while she frowned at her mate. “That fucking freak shouldn’t be in a damn city, she’s gonna start a riot. Just waiting for one of those creeps to try to break in because of her.”

Ransom froze at the door leading out to the front garden, holding the handle and chewing on the inside of his cheek while he tried to steel himself. There were just a few weirdos milling around outside the gate, but if last time was any indication, more were going to start showing up and sniffing the air and trying to get at you like fucking tomcats. They couldn’t get in, though, he was sure of it, but all he could think about was you alone and vulnerable, and this bitch threatening to call the cops on you, and the fact that he had never changed his code for the elevator so if Lance decided to show up there was nothing to stop him.

All of them wanted you, they would take you and breed you however they could, ruining you and hurting you and fuck this could not be his problem. It was though, the thought of you crying and screaming on someone else’s knot and wearing the mark of a bond with some vicious, uncaring asshole was making him see red. You were his, he’d shaped you and bent you to his will until you were perfect. Sweet and pliable and beautiful and his. He couldn’t leave you alone.

“Don’t bother calling the fucking cops.” Ransom turned on his heel and growled at the little bitch who called you a freak, clenching his fists and rolling his neck as he stalked towards her and her pussy of a mate. “I’ll get a patrol car to drive by and take care of the fucking creeps. Why don’t you just go enjoy your nice, rent controlled apartment and keep your cunt mouth shut. Unless you’d prefer trying to find somewhere outside the city, since close living doesn’t seem to agree with your bitchy attitude.”

The way she cowered as soon as he acknowledged her made him sneer, huffing when she dragged her mate back into their apartment and slammed the door closed before he was almost running to the elevator. His whole body felt like it was on fire, his cock throbbing with his heartbeat and so hard that he felt like it was going to burst through the seam of his pants. He barely remembered to text Diskant about dealing with the trash that was milling around outside before the doors finally opened and he was charging back to your bedroom, stripping out of his clothes on the way and groaning when the scent of you was finally filling his lungs like it should be.

Laying eyes on you only plunged him further into the primal haze of his rut, the air in your room almost suffocatingly warm and heavy with your sweet scent. It was hard to believe you could possibly smell even better, but your heat lent an edge of fertile musk to you and it drove Ransom fucking crazy. You didn’t see him standing there, your face screwed up tight and buried in the pillows while you whimpered and your whole body trembled. The toy wasn’t enough, he could tell by the way you were grinding your hips into the bed while your poor little cunt clenched around the false knot and dripped slick down your thighs. You needed him.

“Omega.” Ransom rumbled when your breath caught and your eyes fluttered open, striding to the bed and climbing on top of you so he could press his bare chest against the warm and sweat slick skin of your back. “Tell me you need me.”

“What? Alpha…” you were confused but still opened up for him instinctually, spreading your thighs so he could slot his hips between them and tilting your head to the side so he could have access to your throat when he started chuffing gently into your hair. “I don’t understand…”

“I love you.” Ransom rubbed his nose against your gland and almost started crying when you choked on a sob, cradling your jaw in one hand as the other slid down to pull the toy out of you. “I love you, I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want some bastard I don’t know to mate you and bond you. It should be me. You’re mine.”

“Oh, Alpha…” your pussy clenched around the sudden emptiness when he threw the toy away, slick pouring out of you and staining the soft blankets of your nest while he started teasing the tip of his cock against your clit. “Please…”

“Say it. Tell me.” He was desperate, squeezing the base of himself right above his knot while he tried to keep his body under control. “Tell me you love me, that you're mine. My Omega, my love, say you need me.”

“I ne-need you.” You were crying now, tears streaming down your cheeks that he chased with his lips as your heart felt like it was going to pound right through your rib cage as emotions flooded your already stressed mind. “I’m your Omega, just yours, my Alpha. I love you, love you so much. Please, Alpha, please.”

“Yes, Omegamine.” Ransom crashed his lips to yours as he plunged his cock into your creamy, warm cunt, winding his arms around you and keeping you pressed close while you shook and stretched to take all of him. “Perfect Omega, say it again.”

“I love you.” You keened when he pulled out and slammed into you again, panting into his open mouth and gripping one of his sweaters tightly in your fists as you rolled your body under him in a plea for him to keep moving. “I love you, Ransom. I need you, all of you, just…”

“It’s okay.” He was fucking you in deep strokes that made it feel like he was rearranging your insides, groaning every time his hips met the soft swell of your ass and your pussy fluttered around him while he fixed his eyes on yours. “I’ll do whatever you want, I promise.”

“Don’t mark me yet.” Your lip started trembling when he froze, arching your back and purring softly as you rubbed your nose along the curve of his cheek. “Please, I want the bonding ceremony, I want my father to be there and for everyone to celebrate with us, to see that I belong to my Alpha.”

“Whatever you want, bunny.” He decided he wasn’t going to think about the fact that your family was going to most likely have a violent reaction to the news of your relationship, or that without sealing your mating bond with a mark it would be easier for them to tear you apart. He would just be here with you, because right now you were his, and he would hold on to that for as long as he could. “Mine.”

You trilled when he started to slowly thrust into you again, your cunt throbbing around him with the beat of your heart as you gazed at him and licked his bottom lip. When your eyes drooped to half mast and you mewled he let himself go, slipping his fingers around your throat and squeezing gently as he started to rock his hips into you viciously. His kisses became rough and feral, his tongue seeking yours and stroking it while he groaned and his drool started running down your chin. Every inch of you was consumed with filling his needs, with pleasing your Alpha and carrying his pups and being everything for him, you loved him so much.

And he loved you, he was so obsessed he didn’t think he was ever going to leave the nest you had made again. Fucking you the last time had been one thing, but getting to feel your hot, slippery, swollen cunt flexing and stretched tight around him while your slick practically seeped into his skin was making him feel drunk. You were panting desperately by the time he disconnected his lips from yours, the wild look in his eyes making you whimper before he ducked to nip at the sensitive skin covering your gland.

Ransom was driving into you savagely at this point, growling against your neck and sucking greedily on your gland while you let him take what was his. He almost lost the last tiny piece of control he had when he felt you suddenly shatter around him, the way your pussy fluttered around him and soak his cock making his lips pull back from his teeth as he struggled to keep his promise to you. But he did, barely, just scraping his teeth over your gland while he listened to you wail and heave as your body shook with overwhelming pleasure.

“I need it… your knot, Alpha please.” You let your eyes fall closed when he kept grunting into your shoulder, his cock punching into you to the root and his balls slapping against your clit as your cunt started milking him. “Fill me, Alpha… Ransom, give me your pups, I want your babies, I want you.”

He roared into your shoulder and collapsed at the sound of you begging him, shoving his cock as deep as possible until his seed was spilling directly into the warm and fertile depths of your womb as his knot locked you together. You felt pure bliss washing over you as he kept nuzzling into the crook of your neck and crooning softly, the fulfillment of having your love, your mate, completing you in every possible way giving you such a sense of satisfaction you didn’t think anything could ever bring you down.

Ransom couldn’t help but smile warmly at you when you peeked at him over your shoulder, resting his forehead against your temple and letting his chest rumble soothingly while you grabbed his hand from around your neck and started kissing his palm. You were too good for him, for the world, really, and he knew if he ever let anything hurt you it would kill him.

“Eat something, bunny.” He stretched to grab some water and fruit from the fridge he’d moved into your room, rolling so he could sit up with you in his lap as he was still locked inside you, rubbing your shoulders and letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he held the water to your lips. “My good girl, I’ll always take care of you, sweet bunny.”

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Brat Taming: Part 12

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

“For work? I mean it’s not too-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She snapped once-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve was staring.

Unapologetically so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[biteofcherry]

Dacryphillia

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

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

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

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[1000night]

Pixie and her alphas (1/?)

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

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

Warnings: implied smut, pet name, abo pack au

English is not my first language.

About the baby

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ari peeked at Ransom and shrugged

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

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

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

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

“I have a newborn daughter.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After several awkward silences, you huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—Aderyn, means ‘Bird’ in Welsh

“Why did you name her a Welsh name?”

“I think the name is beautiful.”

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

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

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

“Hey, Jake. I could hear you!”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong, Ari?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ran, I can’t. I…”

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

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

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

He buried his head into your hair and inhaled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know, let’s find out.”

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

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

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[chxrryhansen]

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake. 

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

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

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

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[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, heavy misogyny, daddy!kink, smutt in public (kind of), 18+ minors dni.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve takes his omega to her first pool party.

“Hey, baby. Look at this!”

Steve takes off into a run before canon-balling into the pool, making the water splash everywhere in the process. But he surfaces with a grin, flipping his hair off his forehead. His light blonde tufts look dark brown from the water, and the sun radiates against the droplets on his pale face, making him shimmer like a diamond. You can hear a bunch of people – including Natasha – complain because the splash from his jump has completely soaked them, but all Steve does is flip them off before shooting you a smug smile.

“Wow.” You say as you walk up to the edge of the pool. “That was really cool.”

Before Steve can answer, you see someone whizz past you from your peripheral. A moment later, there’s another gigantic splash as Ransom canon-balls in next to Steve, and you yelp as the water hits you. The brunette alpha surfaces with a grin that rivals Steve’s in smugness, with the latter looking on sourly as you clap politely at Ransom’s jump.

“That wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine.” Steve scoffs, eying you warningly. You immediately stop clapping. “And you splashed water all over my girlfriend, you fucking asshole.”

“It’s a pool party, Steve. God forbid she gets a bit of water on her.” Ransom rolls his eyes as he climbs out of the pool and flips Steve off before shooting you a smile which you don’t dare return.

The two of you are at Steve’s friend Ransom’s house. Or rather, in his backyard where a pool party is in full swing. It’s a particularly hot day and everyone’s either sunbathing or swimming or licking snow-cones made from Ransom’s “state of the art snow-cone machine.” (That was the first thing the brunette alpha had shown you and Steve when the two of you had arrived. He’d bought it especially for today).

“I mean, Ransom’s pool is alright.” Steve had told you earlier when the two of you were changing in the pool-house. “But you’d think it’s an Olympic size pool from the way he shows off about it. Baby, wait till you see the pool at my house, it’s twice the size of this one.”

You had nodded, although the idea of someone even owning a swimming pool of their very own – big or small – was so completely unfathomable to you. But everyone who was here today hadn’t even blinked an eye at all the luxuries this mansion had to offer. From the huge hallways and sparkling marble floors to the gigantic backyard which resembled more of a golf course. Not to mention the pool-house alone was twice the size of your house back home!

“This place is like a castle.” You had breathed, sliding your fingers over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the pool-house, watching the party in full swing outside. Thor was handing out cans of beer, Natasha by his side in a pretty red bikini that made her body look incredible. Ransom and Andy were making snow-cones, and Sam and Bucky looked to be organising a game of pool volleyball. There was a net set up in the water, and it looked like they were arguing about picking teams.

You could also see a bunch of girls settled on the side of the pool, in pretty bikinis and stylish sunglasses. You recognised a few of them from campus, and that made you gulp. What if Steve left you to hang out with his friends? You pray these girls are nice and you’ll fit in.

Steve had snorted, coming up behind you with his hand on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. “This place is not like a castle, omega. I can show you castles; you just wait till you see my house.” He had kissed down the nape of your neck, the feel of his lips making you sigh until he pulls away and frowns, tugging at your shirt. “Take this off. It’s a pool party, remember?”

He takes it off for you, licking his lips when he sees what’s underneath. He had bought the bikini for you a few days ago. It was white with baby pink strings tying the thong and also going around your neck. Steve had said it was extremely sexy and cute, but you felt vulnerable as ever and paranoid every time he’d finger the strings – like he was doing now. You’d double-tied them tightly, but all he had to do was tug at them and they’d come loose.

Steve had barely given you enough time to put your flip-flops on, as well as your cute flowery cover-up, before he’d dragged you outside to the party.

Which is where you are currently, and you can’t help but smile softly down at Steve, who looks extremely proud of the cannonball he’s just performed. He swims over to where you’re standing, reaching up to grab your ankles.

“Come in. The water’s nice and cool.”

Your heart skips a beat at how laid back he’s being. This is a different side to Steve, who was usually so stoic and strict. Either that, or he was downright devious. Sometimes though, sometimes he lets himself go and relax. Like when he’s playing video-games and gets really into it, or when the two of you are cuddling and he lets Steve Junior join in, or when the two of you study together. Or now.

“I – uh – I don’t really want to swim.” You answer awkwardly, and your alpha rolls his eyes, the grip he has on your ankles not loosening. But the thought of taking your cover-up off and being in such a revealing bikini in front of all these people has you shaking your head pleadingly at him.

“It’s a pool party, omega. That means you have to swim.” Steve tells you as if you’re a baby who doesn’t understand the concept of a pool party.

You exhale softly before sitting down by the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in, sighing at how nice the water feels. And a part of you does want to go in, but you don’t know why you feel so self-conscious here. Well, actually, you do know why. It’s because you feel so out of place, in this huge mansion of a house with all these people from college whom you probably have nothing in common with. They aren’t your friends, you don’t have any friends. And they certainly don’t want to be your friends either, you just know it.

Steve settles between your legs, spreading them and smirking up at you. He presses a light kiss to your inner thigh, and it’s innocuous enough but you still look around in alarm. But no one is watching the two of you and so you try to relax.

“Relax, omega.” Steve commands you, and you get a whiff of his summery scent and sigh as it seems to soothe you from the inside out. You shoot your alpha a small smile, and he only smirks, continuing to kiss your thigh as his hands slips up and down your bare legs. You freeze when you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, the sudden image of him cruelly tugging you into the water crossing your mind.

But Steve only lifts your foot up, licking his lips as he watches your white nail polish gleam in the sunlight. You gulp when he presses a kiss on your toe, before a dark, lustful look clouds his eyes and you pull away.

“Not here, Steve! Please!” You whisper.

“Why not? You’re my omega and I can do whatever I want with you, so–”

“Hey, Steve! Great weather, huh?”

Jake Jensen swims up to Steve, a comically wide grin on his face. He’s got a thick layer of white sunscreen all over his face, with an especially thick blot on the tip of his nose. And yet, he’s still sunburnt and slightly pink to match the shade of his salmon-coloured swimming trunks.  His eyes squint as he smiles at Steve – either because of the sun or because he’s not wearing his glasses.

Steve rolls his eyes, getting in front of you to block you from Jake’s view.

“Jensen, who the fuck invited you?”

“Uh, Ransom did? He invited the whole football team! This sure is a swell pool, huh, Steve? I’ve got one too – well, my parents do. But it’s not as big as this one.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.” Steve says drily, “Hey! Eyes on me, Jensen. Don’t even think about looking at her.”

“I wasn’t–”

“I know your angle, you fucking creep. Swimming over here and trying to act all casual so you can get a close up look at my girlfriend in her bikini.”

Jake blinks, his eyes zeroing in on you peaking over Steve’s shoulder. “I didn’t even notice her, actually, but–”

“Are you insulting my girlfriend now, Jensen? Are you fucking insinuating that she’s not noticeable?!”

“What? No–”

“Shut up, you fucking idiot. And get away from us. In fact, get out of the whole pool.” Steve points to the far corner of the backyard, where a jacuzzi bubbles away on its lonesome. “Go sit in there, Jensen. I’m banning your creepy ass from this pool. Now go before I kick you off the football team.”

You watch as Jake hurriedly swims away, a look of dismay on his face. “Steve, you shouldn’t be so mean to him– Hey!”

You yelp as your alpha’s muscular arms encircle around you, pulling you into the pool with a gentle splash. Your arms automatically go around his neck, and your legs – unable to reach the floor of the pool – instinctively wrap around his waist until you’re clinging to him like a koala.

“There. Now none of these creeps can stare at your body.” Steve’s hand slips down to squeeze your ass underwater and you jump in surprise, inadvertently rubbing your front against his crotch. His eyes darken and he clutches you closer, till you can feel his hard dick through his trunks rub against your mound which is barely concealed by your bikini. You fight yourself in order not to moan, shooting Steve a pleading look only to find that his eyes are too busy staring at your cleavage, which is ample and wet and pressed up against his chest.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, omega.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss you roughly. He bites at your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as his hands continue to fondle you. You feel your walls clench but you have to remind yourself that you’re in a pool with a bunch of other people. Meanwhile, underwater, Steve’s hand slips under your bikini bottoms, cupping your bare ass cheek and jiggling it lewdly.

“Fuck, why’d you have to wear such a tiny, slutty bikini, huh?” Steve whispers, licking the shell of your ear sensually and sending thrills up and down your spine. “You think you can look this sexy and cute and I won’t fuck you in the middle of this pool right now?”

“B-But, Steve! You chose this bikini!”

“Don’t lie, baby omega.” He pinches your ass again before his fingers tug threateningly at the flimsy string holding your bikini bottoms to your body. “Now everyone’s staring at your hot, tight little body because they all want to fuck you. But they can’t, because that’s my job.”

“Please don’t take my bikini off!” You plead softly, as he continues to play with the strings of your bikini-bottoms. You try to swim away from him, but he holds on tightly to you, shooting you a warning look before his eyes grow distracted by your breasts again, and his hands cup them both.

“Who told you to tease me like this, huh?” He kisses up your neck, squeezing and fondling your breasts like an animal pawing at his prey, “Who told you to wear such a tight, sexy bikini and push your tits up so they look all sexy? God, you’re killing me, baby. And I know you’re doing it on purpose, just like you always do.”

You know Steve well enough at this point to realise that when he’s riled up and horny, he tends to accuse you of baseless things like leading him on purposely. But all you’re trying to do at this very moment is make sure he doesn’t slip his dick inside you at this pool party in front of everyone. Because Steve could really be a menace when he wanted to, and his libido knew no bounds. He would definitely fuck you in front of an audience, no questions asked. In fact, he’d happily do it.

“Who’s that?” You blurt out in a desperate bid to distract him. You look toward the gates where Ransom is greeting a pretty brunette girl who you’ve never seen before. Steve follows your gaze and snorts.

“That’s Marta, Ransom’s new girlfriend.”

“Oh. She’s very pretty.” You comment, taking note of how Ransom looks genuinely happy to see her. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs and bats him with her purse before they kiss.

“She’s a gold-digging slut.” Steve says darkly.

“What?”

“You heard me. She has a reputation for being the biggest gold-digger in New York and everyone knows it.” Steve holds you close, as if physically shielding you from getting influenced by Marta, who isn’t even looking at either of you. “Instead of getting a degree like the rest of us, she’s been steadily seducing half the male population in the city, and getting them to buy her whatever she wants.”

“But I thought you preferred it when omegas didn’t get degrees?”

You don’t know where the quip comes from, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. Steve shoots you a warning look and you quickly bow your head submissively, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be. One more slip-up like that and I’ll spank you in front of everyone,” Steve threatens before continuing, “Omegas have no business getting degrees, but they also have no business acting like gold-digging sluts. Anyways, all of us tried to warn Ransom but he’s a fucking idiot, clearly.”

You look towards the couple once again; Ransom is making Marta a personalised snow-cone, drawing a sloppily-drawn heart out of strawberry syrup on top of the shaved ice. Marta claps excitedly, giving Ransom a kiss on the cheek. They look pretty happy and genuine to you, but Steve probably knows better?

You mull over all this new information, “B-But Steve, you buy me tons of expensive stuff all the time. Do people think I’m a gold-digger?”

Steve presses a bunch of kisses on your neck, holding you tightly against him as if he’s afraid you’ll float away. “No, baby. No one would dare make that assumption about you, because I would kill them. And anyways, you’re too cute and innocent and humble to be a gold-digger. Not like Marta, who is a whore.”

You wrinkle your nose, “Steve, please don’t say that…”

“She is, though. She made Ransom buy her a Birkin bag when he’d only known her two weeks.”

You’re wondering why Steve seems so incensed over a simple bag when suddenly–

“You sure do love to gossip, don’t you, Steve?”

Natasha walks over to the corner of the swimming pool where you and Steve are. She’s wrapped a silky black sarong around her hips, and it looks good with her deep red bikini.

“And you sure do love to eavesdrop, don’t you?” Steve fires back, his grip on you tightening possessively.

Natasha rolls her eyes and looks from Steve to you, “Don’t listen to Steve. Marta’s a great girl, we used to go to the same yoga class a few years ago.”

“Of course, you think she’s great.” Steve remarks, sneering at Nat as if she’s a disease, but the redhead remains unperturbed, shooting him a sweet smile before looking back to you.

“Let’s hang out soon. I can fill you in on all the real gossip, and –”

“She doesn’t want to hang out with you.” Steve answers on your behalf. You wince, because it’s not true at all! You’d love to hang out with Natasha, and she’s always inviting you out, either to shop or grab brunch. But Steve never gives you permission to go, because he claims Natasha is a bad influence. You wish you were brave enough to stand up to Steve but you’re not, so instead you just shoot Natasha an apologetic look, and the redhead smiles understandingly back at you.

“Steve! Come on, we’re playing volleyball and you’re on my team!” Sam calls out from the other side of the pool.  

Steve makes a face before shouting back, “I’m busy with my girlfriend!”

“She can play too.” Bucky walks up with the volleyball under his arm, “She can be on my team, we could use an extra player since we got stuck with Jensen.” He gives you a meaningful stare, his cold blue eyes raking you up and down, making you shrink back into Steve. But the brunette alpha smoothly looks away as soon as Steve glances at him.

“Haha, very funny. Omegas don’t play sports.” Steve gives you a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on your bum which you’re happy is underwater so no one sees. His lips brush against your ear, “I’m gonna go play for a while, okay, baby?”

You nod, “That’s alright, Steve. I’ll just stay here.”

Steve looks at you, then at Natasha, then back at you before narrowing his eyes, “Don’t talk to her. Just watch me play, okay?”

“Okay.” You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping he won’t see.

He kisses you some more, claiming it’s a good luck kiss but it quickly turns into a good luck make-out before Bucky drags him away.

You climb out of the pool, regretting it instantly because you feel all wet and exposed. But Natasha hands you a big, fluffy towel, and you gratefully wrap it around yourself before she tugs you over to a couple of deck chairs.

“Steve is so bossy,” Natasha giggles, and you follow her gaze to the other side of the pool. There’s a net set up and Steve is already busy explaining strategies to his team members, before telling them exactly where to stand and what to do.

“Yeah.” You agree softly.

“I bet the only one he really listens to is you, am I right?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh no, Steve doesn’t really… I, uh, I could never tell him what to do.”

Natasha stretches and lays down on her deck chair, “I mean, I tell Thor to load the dishwasher or empty the drier, that kind of stuff.”

You look down to your lap, “Oh, well, Steve says that household chores are an omega’s job.” You pause, your eyes focused on Steve as he slams the volleyball straight at Jensen’s face. Jensen yelps, his glasses flying into the water as Steve laughs and high-fives Sam. You suddenly grow paranoid, wondering if your words will somehow get back to him. “I don’t mind doing the household chores at all, though! Actually, I find it very relaxing.” (This isn’t even a lie).

Natasha nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I don’t mind it either. But you could definitely get Steve to help you out.”

You smile, not saying anything. You certainly doubted you could make Steve do anything.

The redhead sits up straight, “I’m serious, though! Next time you’re unloading the dishwasher, just be like ‘Oh no, these dishes…they’re so heavy!’ Trust me, watch how he’ll make you sit down and do it all himself. Alphas eat the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing right up.”

You mull over it; maybe that would work… Steve never ever let you do any heavy-lifting around the house. You weren’t even allowed to take the trash out, and sometimes he’d even take the laundry basket out of your hands if it looked too heavy. “Baby omegas like you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,” he’d always say.

Relaxing and sitting back, all warm in your fluffy towel, you listen as Natasha gives you more relationship advice. She tells you all the “little things” you can do to control your alpha, like dress up in sexy lingerie and withhold sex until he agrees to your demands. Or keep him on his toes by not answering his texts immediately, and ignoring him so that it drove him crazy. You knew most of these ideas would never work with Steve, but it was nice to listen to her speak anyways, plus it also gave you an interesting insight on her relationship with Thor.

Steve’s team wins the volleyball match, and he comes back to you with a smug smile on his face. Swooping you up in his arms and giving you the biggest kiss ever, till your cheeks are hot and your heart is racing.

“Did you see me?” He asks, kissing you all over your face as if Natasha isn’t a foot away from you two, “Did you see how I scored that last point?”

“Yes,” you lie, because you had dozed off for the past few minutes under the deliciously warm sun and the fluffiness of your towel, “You were really good!”

“Damn right. And did you see how bad Jensen was?”

Steve gives you a detailed play-by-play of the whole game, whilst also simultaneously carrying you off to the hot-tub in the corner of the yard. Natasha waves you goodbye before skipping over to Thor, and you watch her bat him on the shoulder before he throws her into the pool, jumping in after her.

“…and then Bucky rage quit because his team was so shit, and I think he actually left and drove home.” Steve shakes his head, “Classic Bucky. He can’t ever take a loss.”

He gently places you into the hot tub, and you sigh as you sink into the hot, steamy, bubbling water. It’s deep, almost up to your neck when you sit down. But Steve has other plans, hastily pulling you into his lap once he’s settled down as well. In fact, he places you right on top of his hard bulge, which is definitely noticeable underneath his trunks.

“So, is my baby omega gonna give me a reward for winning?” He pinches your ass, a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands settle on your hips, grinding you down against his bulge and smirking when you yelp and grab onto his chest and shoulders.

“Not here!” You gasp, earning another pinch to your ass.

“Really? Is that why you keep grinding your cute little butt on my dick?”

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, omega.” Steve draws you closer with his big hand on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly, his hands fondling every part of your body. He keeps one hand squarely on your ass, his fingers digging between your ass cheeks and prodding at your puckered hole through the thin material of your bikini. You gasp straight into his mouth, and he just smirks against your lips, not allowing you to break the kiss as his other hand slips up to squeeze your breast. His thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and he tries to pull your bikini top off before you manage to fend him away.

“Not here, Steve, please!” You beg, not knowing how far he’d go. His eyes are almost black with lust, as if he’s horny off of winning the volleyball game and impressing you. And a part of you knew this would happen, that this was inevitable the moment he made you put on this extra revealing bikini in the first place. But you’d hoped he’d have at least dragged you off somewhere private, instead of the hot-tub which was out in the open with everyone still milling around.

“Address me properly, baby omega.” Steve whispers in your ear, his tone dripping with lust. “And you shouldn’t have put on this slutty bikini if you didn’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone. All these guys have been staring at you all day. Now I have to show them all how I own you.”

His fingers play with the string that’s holding your bikini top together, his other hand now tracing shapes on the exposed skin of your butt cheek. He gives it a jiggle, smirking when you clutch him harder, your hands wrapping around his neck in an effort to calm yourself down.

“I think you should take your bikini off. Daddy wants to see your tits.”

You shake your head pleadingly, “No, Steve – I mean daddy – please, I can’t do that!”

He doesn’t even blink, his eyes focused on your cleavage which is practically spilling out of the bikini. He licks his lips, a carnality suddenly taking over his being and he grabs the flimsy cups of your bikini and pulls them downwards, exposing your breasts. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, his other hand covering your other breast by squeezing it.

You bite your lip to contain your moan, but Steve moans freely around your nipple as he suckles it. His tongue licks sensually around your hardened peak, making you jolt in his lap. He holds you down firmly, digging his boner up between your ass. He sucks your nipple as if he’s starving, biting at it as if he wants to make you scream, but you stop yourself just in time.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I almost lost concentration a few times during that volleyball game. All I could think about was you looking all cute and sexy, wearing this slutty bikini as if you were begging me to fuck you.”

“Daddy – ah! – can we do this at home please?” You ask, because now you can feel yourself getting turned on. Despite your embarrassment and discomfort, you can feel your pussy clench at his degrading dirty talk.

“No. And stop telling me to stop or else I’ll fuck you on that deck chair, right in the middle of everyone.” He stops suckling on your nipple for a second, pinching it instead as he looks at you thoughtfully, “Actually, no. Keep telling me to stop because I like it when you do that. Reminds me how weak and babyish you are.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face before kissing your cheek sloppily, “Beg me again, say: ‘daddy, please stop.’”

“Daddy, please stop!” You moan pitifully, your brain wanting him to stop but your body not quite agreeing as you feel your hips involuntarily jut against him. And you’re just about to lose control, just about to give in to him because he feels so good and he smells so enticing and he’s your daddy so he’s in charge and the omega inside you is purring and wanting to do exactly what he orders you to, and then–

“Mind if we join you guys?”

Ransom plops into the hot tub, with Marta hot on his heels. Your eyes widen, and Steve huffs in annoyance before pushing your bikini back up to cover your breasts. The tub is bigger than most, and big enough that Ransom and Marta are able to sit a few feet away from you and Steve. They’re too busy talking to notice anything, but Steve double-knots your bikini strings just in case, glaring daggers at the couple sitting across from you.

You try to slip off Steve’s lap after that, but he holds you in place and shoots you a warning look. So you sit there, your back against Steve’s chest and his hard dick poking angrily against your butt.

“I was just telling Marta how similar you and I are, Steve.” Ransom pipes up.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Steve asks sardonically. You can tell he’s pissed off at being interrupted, which is never a good sign. You remember once he was about to fuck you in the locker room before the coach had called him. Steve had been seething, and with all that pent-up sexual frustration, you knew you were in for it once he was done. Right now was no different.

Ransom sits back, his arm around Marta who sips coolly on a frozen strawberry daquiri. You hadn’t really paid attention to it, but there was also an open bar in the corner of the backyard, with the alphas taking turns making drinks. Thankfully, Steve hadn’t drank tonight – otherwise he’d have been ten times hornier than he was now.

“We’re both wifed up and in serious relationships.” Ransom draws Marta close, and she nuzzles her nose against his neck. “And you know what? Now I get what all the hype is about. Marta and I have been talking about marking each other up too, and –”

Ransom drones on and on, and you nod politely. Steve, on the other hand, stiffens underneath you. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What you didn’t count on is his dick driving up into you at that exact moment. You almost gasp out loud before covering it up by pretending to clear your throat. His hands rub up and down your thighs, and you’re so happy this is all happening under the water otherwise you’d never be able to live it down.

Marta excuses herself to get another drink, Ransom’s eyes following her as she leaves, a lovesick look on his face.

“Bro, you’re pathetic.” Steve sneers, and all the while his hands are slipping up till he cups your core through your bikini bottoms, making your breath hitch. “You’ve only been seeing her for two weeks.”

“So?”

“So, you need to chill the fuck out.”

Steve pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare core to the hot water. Fuck. His thick fingers probe and explore your slick folds, and you cannot believe what he’s doing because Ransom is only a few feet away from you guys. And Steve’s casually giving out advice as if he isn’t about to finger you under the water this very second!

Ransom sighs, “I know, but she isn’t just some random hookup, okay? I actually have feelings for her.”

You’re barely able to focus on the two alphas’ conversation, your face and neck heating up as you squirm on Steve’s lap. A part of you feels so degraded, sitting on your alpha’s lap as if you’re nothing more than a decorative toy for him to play with while he talks to his friend. It’s what he’s doing right now, his pointer finger circling your clit casually while he holds you close in his lap.

“If you want to be the dumbass who gets played by an omega, then suit yourself, bro.” Steve shrugs, focusing his attention back on you. Ransom looks torn, and you secretly hope he doesn’t take Steve’s advice too seriously. You don’t know much about gold-diggers or relationships in general, but Ransom and Marta look genuine from what you’ve seen. Not that you have time to dwell over their situation, because Steve chooses that exact moment to slip two fingers inside you.

“Oh, oh fu-” You cry out.

Ransom frowns, “You okay?”

“Don’t talk to my girl!” Steve warns.

“Ex-Excuse me.” You squeak, managing to get up off of Steve’s lap while he’s momentarily distracted. You step out of the hot tub before he can stop you, quickly wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel. “Bathroom.” You explain, before speed-walking over to the pool-house, inwardly praying you don’t slip and embarrass yourself in your hasty exit.

Heart drumming, you safely make it to the pool house and make a beeline for the bathroom. You’ve only just managed to catch your breath when the door opens and closes behind you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before Steve pushes you forward, bending you over the marble sink and giving you four hard slaps to the ass in quick succession.

“Bad girl.” Steve tuts, “What got into you, huh? Running away from daddy like that?”

“I’m sorry, I just… Steve it would’ve been so inappropriate to do that in front of everyone!”

“What’s inappropriate is slutty baby omegas like you wearing sexy bikinis to distract me. You forced my hand, baby.” He swiftly rips your bikini bottoms apart, squeezing your ass cheeks with both his hands, till you know his handprints will be imprinted on your skin. “Well, we’re all alone now, omega. There’s nowhere for you to run.”

He presses his hard dick against your wet folds, and you sigh involuntarily, rutting back against him. In the privacy of this bathroom, you can finally relax.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of every surface inside this bathroom,” Steve promises darkly in your ear, sucking and biting at your earlobe before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and then I’m gonna drag you outside and fuck you against the glass doors of this pool house. You got that, omega?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

THE END. I know i know i know that ended super abruptly, but trust me when i tell you i could’ve gone on and on and ON and this was just meant to be a small drabble!!! PLEASE tell me what you think and reblog pls!!! ily ily ily and this was really random and idek if it’s any good but please just let me know what you think! ALSO YES, steve is such a menace in this and idk if this is canon compliant but it’s a poyt drabble so here we goooo!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK BYE

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