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holylulusworld · 2 years

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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)

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“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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syntheticavenger · 9 months

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Forever and Ever More - Twenty-Four

Soft Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader

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

Word Count: 1.9K

moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Andy?”

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

You and the baby.

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

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

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

“Omega huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well. So am I.”

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

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

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

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

“I know things are different.”

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

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

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

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

“They’ll ask how,” he responds.

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

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

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

“Not to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your grip tightens around Ransom’s hand.

“He changed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Instinct. You wanted to protect your family.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean both of them.”

Ransom gives a short nod.

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

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

“I never have,” Ransom quips.

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

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

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

“Did it help?”

There’s a lingering silence before Ransom exhales.

“Yeah.”

“Are you scared?” you ask him gently.

“I was.”

“What changed?”

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

“You.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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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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onsunnyside · 2 years

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

let’s continue with the easter theme !!

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

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

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🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

Who the hell paints easter eggs at the park?

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

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

“Ugh, got more paint on me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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buckyownsmylife · 2 years

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Finding You #20 - Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale smut

The one with the begging

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

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

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

Andy’s P.O.V.

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

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

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

It needed her, always.

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

She was just too fucking sweet.

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

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

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

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

But I would never stop fucking her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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f10werfae · 11 months

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

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lonely-teddy-bear · 2 years

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send me chris evans requests 👇🏽

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

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biteofcherry · 1 year

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Dacryphillia

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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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Brat Taming: Part 7

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ari-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Forever and Ever More - Twenty-Three

Soft Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader

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

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Word Count: 3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Something else like what?”

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

“Her scent changed,” Ransom mutters.

“How so?”

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

Harlan leans forward with interest.

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

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

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

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

“Protective?”

Ransom nods.

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

“Okay?”

“You’re going to be a father.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But never Ransom.

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

It had been so easy.

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

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

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

After all, it’s what Ransom deserves.

What he deserves.

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

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

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

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

“Do you really want to go in?”

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

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

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

“We better.”

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

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

“Dinner tonight?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Outside,” Ransom commands. “Now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We need you to come with us.”

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

“Now,” the officer demands.

“Hey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,” you answer softly.

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

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

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

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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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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♔⌎ 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

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

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

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

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

| 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:

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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

#1000night masterlist #ransom drysdale x female chubby reader #ransom drydale x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x female reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x female chubby reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x female chubby reader #pixie and her alphas series

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