#alpha!ransom drysdale x reader smut

[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part X/X

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

Words: ~2.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you needed me to take notes-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not done yet.”

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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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✯⌎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—dark alpha!fratboys!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber x omega!reader [dark A/B/O college AU, one reader, HC Verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes and elements, A/B/O dynamics, mean!cevans characters, DARK!cevans characters, manipulation, toxic behaviour, obsessive & possessive behaviour, soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON, coercion, jealousy, competition, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, object insertion (sex toys: anal plug, ‘carrot style’ dildo, vibrating ‘eggs’), dumbification, degradation, cum as lube, overstimulation, possible dehumanization, gangbang: “sharing is caring,” dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v, p in a), double penetration (v & a), anal sex, rough sex, squirting, oral (f), creampie, handjobs, pussy slapping, choking, voyeurism, filming sex, implied/mentions of: face fucking, somnophilia, chase kink, free use

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You celebrate Easter with your five alphas. Based on this ask from my sunny bunny party.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.34K

𝗔/𝗡 | well i definitely feel like a whore, but what else is new, this may be the most filthy thing i’ve written as in the context. I don’t have much for this version of HCV, so we’ll see how it ends up. i never thought i’d write something like this. warning: i don’t know if it’s classified as subspace, but reader gets fucked stupid. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your eyes bounce between the options on the printed page, and breaths leave your mouth in puffs. You can hear the birds through the opened window, and feel the cool breeze crawling up your spine. 

“5-4-3-2—”

“Is it, uh,—A?”

“Nope.” 

You gasp, your eyes falling shut in pleasure as the vibrations intensify and your walls pulse around the thick toy. Your toes curl in your knee-highs and your nails dig into the couch. “Oh, m-my…” 

“Look at that.” Comes a Brooklyn drawl from behind you, “She’s so wet, it keeps slipping out…” Steve holds the dildo by the base and presses it to the hilt. He almost feels bad for you because he can feel the strong vibrations from the other toy also stuffed into you. After everything they’ve put you through, he’s surprised you’re still conscious.  

Poor baby, but it was all your fault anyway. 

"Oh, honey, you like history that much?” Ransom teases, shutting the book and fixing your crooked bunny ears. They aren’t as pretty anymore since he threw them to the ground to get a better grip on your head when he was fucking your face earlier. There’s still some cum on your chin, but he won’t say anything. He prefers watching you go about the day covered in him or his frat brothers. 

Steve coos, “Want me to stop it, baby?” He spits on you, his saliva landing on your puckered hole stretched around a plug, still sore and puffy from his prep this morning. You were asleep and kept squirming until he held you down. When your eyes finally opened, his heart swelled and he had you up against the shower wall within minutes. 

The other guys had tried to join when you were nearly finished, but Steve locked the door. And when it was broken, the both of you were in the bathtub, and you were cockdrunk in his arms, drifting away and letting him wash you. 

They’d have to get the door fixed again, but it wasn’t like none of the other guys were completely innocent either. They each had their selfish streaks but compared to the beginning of your relationship, they’ve gotten far better at sharing. 

“P-Please, stop it.” You sigh in relief when he pulls at the end hanging out and presses the power button, and the low humming comes to an end. You sag into the cushions, practically lifeless as Ransom caresses your face, inching closer to your gland. 

Then, Steve turns it back on, this time on the highest setting. 

“Steve!” You cry out, falling onto your belly as you shudder, and release around the toys. Your squirt drenches the couch and Steve’s lap, marking both with your scent. Your mind goes blank and your tummy hurts with the amount of pressure as the toy roughly thrusts in and out of you, jostling the vibrator and prolonging your high.  

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you did feel someone cleaning between your legs and another hand trail up your back, “You okay, sweetie?”

“Mhm…” You trail off, your head sinking into the plush pillow before it’s pulled to a lap. A certain scent of smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa flows up your nose, “Andy?”

“Yes, it’s me.” A soft sound makes your eyes open and you watch the basket get filled with a few more of those dreaded eggs that ruined you in the first place. You tuck away from it, whining at the soreness that blooms from your core. 

“Had to find the rest and wash them for you.” Andy rubs your head softly, his gentle tone a sharp contrast to the growing tent in his pants, “Dumb little bunny couldn’t help but cum from what—four eggs? You didn’t even find all of them.”

“Sorry, alpha.” You sniffle, wishing to just go to sleep for the rest of the day, but according to the alphas, the festivities have just begun.  

“You know what that means, right, honey?” 

“It means she’s getting chased through the woods next time like a stupid little bunny. I wanted to do it—but no, it would’ve been too much.”

“Are you honey?”

Ransom shrugs, “Sometimes.”

Andy shakes his head, facing you again, “Talk to me, omega.” 

“I tried…” 

“You did, and maybe next time, you’ll do better.” He looks down at you, both eyebrows raised, “You’ll do what you’re supposed to, and not disappoint your alphas.” 

That’s how you end up between Ari’s legs, his long hard cock against your back as Curtis stuffs you full with the vibrating ‘eggs.’ Your puffy folds are spread wide for the rest of the fraternity brothers to freely gaze at. Steve, Ransom and Andy sit in chairs, heavy cocks hanging out of their pants as drool dribbles down your chin.

“How many now?”

“The seventh keeps slipping out.” Curtis’ fingers prod at the little vibrating ball, he sucks his digits clean before reaching for another egg and easily adds it into your stuffed cunt, he groans lowly, “We’re at eight now, sweet girl. You’re doing so good.” 

The towel is soaked underneath you. After squirting a handful of times, Steve and Andy’s cum act as lube for your tight hole, and their seed combined with your slick has made an embarrassing mess of your core. 

At least they put the eggs on the lowest setting, you didn’t even want to think of having all of them on the highest.

“Fit another. If she gets nine, I’ll get that tight ass for the week.” 

“In your dreams,” Steve scoffs, “It’s like you don’t even know our girl, she can barely take a few fingers and a cock at the same time in one hole. She’s had enough today and she’ll warm me for the next seven days.” He licks his lips at the thought. “What makes you think she’ll fit another?”

“She’ll do it for me. Right, omega?” Ransom asks you. “You’re going to try to take another for me.”

“I-I,” You blink away the tears and shake your head as Ransom sighs. “No, daddy—can’t.” You whine, unable to relax in Ari’s comforting hold, most of the time, his warmth keeps you grounded but right now, you feel like you’ll be flying in a few moments. “Too much, too full.”

“Are you sure this time?” Curtis asks, tattoos stretching along his shoulder as he sits up, chain dangling between his pecs. “You said that at five and started crying when Andy took the basket away.” 

“Little whore couldn’t even decide if she was too full.” Ransom scoffs, jerking his cock slowly, “She gets fucked so often but is still too tight for two cocks in the same hole. One of these days, I won’t care and I’ll just shove in there, fucking tear her apart.” 

“Bet she’ll love it.” Steve agrees, his mouth waters as one of the eggs slips out of you, covered in your cream and his cum. “When has she ever said no anyway?”

“Plenty of times,” Andy answers, moving next to Curtis for a closer look. Your cunt is so used, your clit is still rubbed raw from his beard earlier, and your ass is stuffed with a plug.  “We just never listen.”

“We’ll listen this time.” The fraternity president’s hands fall below your tummy, tracing lower and pressing slightly. Another egg falls out, your hole clenches as the rest shift inside you, still softly vibrating against your pulsing walls. “We promised.”

“Promises are meant to be broken.” Curtis shrugs, eyes locked on your contorted face as he barely touches your clit making you jump, and he laughs cruelly. “Like when I promised I wouldn’t fuck her face when we went to the movies.” 

“You ruined her makeup. I had to take her to dinner with smeared mascara.” Ransom starts fucking into his fist, head falling back as memories rush back, you clinging to his arm in the fancy establishment, all dolled up and cute, he loved showing you off. He also teased you under the table that day. 

“You could’ve let her fix it.”

“I would have just messed it up again.” 

“Hey, open those pretty eyes.” Your lashes flutter open, meeting Curtis’ clear blue gaze but the contact doesn’t last long because Ari applies pressure again, and two more eggs slip out. Joining the filthy mess. Curtis’ wet hand taps your cheek, “Look at me, are you done?”

You nod, blubbering as Steve’s fingers lightly tug at your nipples, you’re so sensitive and sore, you can barely tell left from right. Drunk on endless highs, and so many suffocating scents. But god, you loved and feared it at the same time. 

“Oh, poor bunny, your little cunt is stuffed to the brim.” Ransom slides next to you, craning his neck to stare. 

“Daddy… Don’t look…”

“Why not? You’re shy?” He chuckles darkly, “What if I get closer, huh? Spread your puffy folds, and get a really good look at your filthy pussy. I should bring you to the mirror and make you look at it. See what a slut you are for your alphas.”

You pout at him, shutting your legs. “You’re being mean…”

“Am I being mean?” He asks the rest of the men, and receives different replies; ‘yeah,’ ‘no way,’ ‘she’s just sensitive.’ “Whatever—how can I make it up to you, pet? I’ll be nice since it’s a holiday.”

Your eyes fall to his shirt, and he immediately knows what you want. He tugs off his t-shirt and hands it over. You take the fabric and bring it to your nose, rubbing your face into it and enveloping yourself in his scent. 

“She’s chirping,” Steve smiles warmly, and his delicate touch travels up your leg. “Even after all the shit you’ve pulled, she still wants to be with you.”

“Shut up.” Ransom rolls his eyes. “Isn’t Steve being mean too, baby? Go on, tell him to fuck off.”

Your eyes widen, “No! Are you stupid—” Ari slaps your thigh harshly. “Ow!”

“Watch your mouth before I make you clean those eggs. Now open your legs, don’t make me ask twice.” His deep voice demands from behind you. His chest hair tickles your back, “Don’t forget who you are.”

An omega, it goes without being said. The power they hold over you both in designation, status and physical strength. They towered over you and you felt so small between them with the weight of their blue stares. 

You slowly spread your thighs, covering your face in unease as the other alphas crowd around you. Ari forces them wider with his knees and moves you onto his lap, putting on a show for the rest of his frat brothers. Someone’s spit lands on your clit before the bundle is rubbed, sending streams of pleasure through your veins. They play with you for a bit, tracing your wet hole, and putting your combined juices back in only for it to drip out again. Suddenly, a thickness prods at your weepy hole. 

Your eyes shoot open, shining up at the buzzcut-haired man sinking his cock into you. “Wait, the eggs—”

“I know.” Curtis cuts you off, “Ransom, turn up the setting. Wanna fuck her until she’s dumb.”

“She already is.” Steve moves your hand to his cock, your fingers can’t meet around his fat girth.

“See? Isn’t he mean, baby? Why don’t you tell him how mean he is.” Ransom grabs your other hand, spitting into your palm before fucking into your fist. 

Ari kisses up the back of your neck, and all the touching, the sounds, and the feelings distract you enough for him to slip out the plug and replace it with his dick. You accidentally grip Steve and Ransom a little too tight, and the alphas groan in sync. Butterflies with glass wings flutter in your stomach, shattering against each other and fracturing you from the inside out. 

“N-No, I can’t—please! Stop!”

“Shut up. Bunnies don’t speak.” Ari grunts into your ear, rough and raspy, “You know what they do?”

“They hop.” Curtis answers smugly, his dark eyes eating you up, “Better hop, sweetheart, before Ransom tries to slide in too.” 

You start bouncing on their cocks. The oxygen feels so thin and you can barely sit up straight, stuffed to the brim as the eggs vibrate against your tender walls. Your moans are utterly indecent, the lewd noises of your actions fill the hot air and harmonize with the squeaking of the bed.  

And that’s what Andy walks in on. You’re a fucking mess, covered in spit, cum and your slick, weakly riding two cocks at once and jerking off another two. Your poor cunt stretched so wide around Curtis’ length, your cream forms a ring around his base and dribbles down to Ari’s under you—Andy wishes he could see your ass, it’s probably so ruined too. 

“What a good bunny, hopping on your alphas cocks like a whore—fucking—” Curtis’ hips stutter when you tighten, “You knot hungry slut, greedy little cunt keeps sucking me in. You love being split open on us?”

“Uh-huh, don’t, ah! Please don’t stop!” You moan, choking on your words. Your bunny ears go crooked as you look down at your used centre and Curtis’ thick cock spearing you open, every time he thrusts out, Ari slides in and they alternate on keeping you as full as possible. “S-So big, daddy, so big.”

“Yeah, your little cunt is so fucking stuffed, can feel those eggs against my cock.” He growls, tugging you to spit into your mouth, then he kisses you messily. “You feel them, baby? They feel good?”

You try to nod, the bunny ears slip further before someone else fixes them again. “My holes, daddy—”

“What about our holes? They don’t belong to you, dumb little bunny.” Ari’s head is thrown back with a deep groan and his abs flex, he can feel Curtis between the thin wall inside of you. There’s truly no more space for anyone else—but that won’t stop one of them from trying. 

“Y-Your holes, so small, daddy…” Someone’s hand wraps around your throat, but you can’t tell who with all the fogginess in your head. Their grip tightens, “Your little holes… gonna never close—”

“Good.” It was Ransom judging from the voice by your ear, you feel a tongue drag up your cheek, licking up your tears. “We’ll do whatever we want to your slutty holes, and I will fuck your cunt when someone else is already using it.”

“What are you, baby?” Steve forces your face towards him, he’s red in the cheeks, and the colour spreads down his firm chest. “C’mon, tell your daddies.”

“I’m a—cumdump, your dumb baby, daddy.” Your head is tilted down, just in time to watch Curtis’ spit land where you meet. His salvia lands on your clit, dripping down to the veiny girth of his cock. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, and don’t you ever forget.”

“Look at her, all cockdrunk. Dumb little omega, just a hole for us.” Ari sucks on your gland, his groans vibrating the patch, he remembers when you used to cry from just half his cock, and now look at you, taking him and Curtis to the hilt at the same time. You’ve come so far, and he’s so proud. “You like getting both your holes fucked at once, baby? Yeah, you do, look at that face.” 

Steve groans, pulling away from your lips before you’re tugged towards Ransom’s mouth. “Not a fucking thought in that pretty head, it’s okay, you don’t need to think. Just need to take our cocks and knots, let us use you whenever we want. You want our babies in your pretty cunt, omega?” 

Normally, you’d snap out of whatever trance and establish those stupid—in their opinions—boundaries about starting a family so early. Even though you were mated, you didn’t want to get pregnant halfway through your college career, but your alphas didn’t care. They’ve discussed the perfect time to switch out your pills, and darling you wouldn’t know the difference until you’re hunched over the toilet. 

“She does, she’s so fucking tight.” Curtis’ fingers dig into your hips, “You finally gonna have our pups, pet? Let us pump this little cunt full, knot you to keep you plugged up. Use you as a personal cumdump.”

You only manage quiet gasps, letting your body be used from almost every end. 

“Our little omega, so good for us, gonna carry all our babies.” Steve’s voice rings tauntingly and he slips a hand between your legs, his rough fingers strumming your swollen clit. “She’s fucking shaking, you still here with us, pet?” He slaps your button in quick succession, taking great pleasure in your convulses. 

Your head lolls to the side as someone taps your temple, “Sounds empty in there—I think we’ve fucked her completely stupid.”

You’re a vision, moving between Steve and Ransom’s messy kisses as saliva falls down your chin to your bouncing breasts which are covered with lovebites. 

Andy watches you cum, your whole body erupting in euphoria as you tremble in Ari’s lap. Curtis leans back, stroking his cock and squeezing the swelling base as the intensely vibrating eggs finally fall out, your squirt covers him from his thighs to his chest. Steve’s hand is shoved away by Ransom who swats your nub wetly, smearing your juices everywhere. Then he’s also pushed away by Curtis who leans down to greedily latch onto your cunt, all while Ari forcibly bounces you on his dick. 

You scream, falling against the long-haired man’s chest, gasping for air as Curtis buries his face into your sensitive pussy, his rough beard scratching your folds. You flail, arms shooting out for something, anything, but Steve and Ransom aren’t done. They keep your grip locked on their angry lengths and fat knots, they come a few seconds apart, their thick seed spurting all over your hands. 

“What a good girl, give Curtis your cream.” Ari rasps against your gland, the spot so tender from his mouth, he sucks in time with Curtis’ on your swollen clit. 

The alpha drinks down your juices, growling like a starved man as you squirt again.

“That’s it, that’s it. Fucking dirty whore, you’re gonna take my cum in your ass, I want you to fucking cry like a dumb little pet.”  

You hiccup, and as soon as Ransom releases your hand, you try to push Curtis away. Your centre is far too sensitive for even a gentle breath, let alone his mouth and facial hair. “N-No more! Please, I can’t!”

He leans back, your wetness covering half of his face, and evident in his beard. His chest heaves, “You do that again, and I’ll make you take all the eggs, got it?”

“Don’t be so mean now, Curtis, you're gonna make her cry even harder.” Ransom chuckles.

The blue-eyed man grabs your throat, bringing you close as your head bobs up and down, the bunny ears half off. “You hear me? Don’t you ever push me away.”

Ari hasn’t let up, still tearing apart your puckered hole. “Yes, yes—” You barely manage as tears flow freely and follow the trails of drool and saliva down your face. You sob and shudder through Ari’s rough thrusts, digging your nails into the bedsheets. 

Ari turns your head and groans loudly, “So pretty when you cry—dirty girl, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re gonna take my fucking cum, whore, take it.” He ruthlessly pumps up and his knot pops in, his cum violently shooting against your walls, filling you so deeply, the thick swell keeps him pressed to the hilt, his heavy balls tensing with every spurt. 

The feeling of being filled has you toppling over again. Your body eagerly grinds down against Ari’s twitching length, forcing him deeper and deeper. Lost in the electric shocks, you don’t notice a single thing going on around you. Teetering between worlds, you let them touch you all over, smearing your shared juices, rubbing their cum into your skin, and kissing or licking your tears. 

It’s downright obscene, the exposed skin heaving breaths, and their soft murmurs.  

“Good little pet, you did so good.”

“Fuck, we really used her cunt, huh? What a mess.”

“If she doesn’t close her mouth soon, I’m fucking her throat.”

“Barber, are you done over there?” Steve’s voice is slightly hushed. 

“Yeah, I couldn't get all the angles but it’s good, the perfect little film of Arcadia Phi’s Pet.” 

To your horror, Andy is holding a camera and the lens is pointed directly at you. He grins as he presses the button, and the red light switches off. 

“Said y-you’d ask.. before.” You manage through shivers, both hypersensitive and numb as Ari runs his rough hands all over your body. You blink through blurry vision, “You lied.”

“I know, baby, but you were so out of it, why would I interrupt?” Andy tilts his head, “I wouldn’t want to ruin the show, because then we’d have to do it again. You want to use the eggs again?”

“N-No…” You trail off, it was true. It was more than overwhelming and you’ve only just begun, you can’t imagine what else is in store. With a rapid pacing of your heart, you reach for him, bottom lip trembling as you wonder why he’s so far away, as if he hadn’t betrayed you. “I want—kiss please?”

Andy smiles and crawls on the bed and cups your cheeks. He kisses you sweetly, taking control and massaging your tongue with his. His beard tickles your face, and you find yourself forgiving him in an instant.

It was the same story with all the other men. No matter what they did, you’d forgive them for it. Regardless if it was undeserving, you found it harder to hold a grudge, to be away from the alphas who made you feel like you were on top of the world.

That felt like more of a crime than their threats and overbearing tendencies like you were breaking an unofficial boundary every time you questioned their toxicity and controlling behaviours. 

Whatever it was, they did this to you, and you aren’t angry at them for it. 

The next one to meet your lips is Curtis, his cock still throbbing between his thighs as spit escapes from the corners of your lips, his deep groans filling your mouth. Then, it’s Ransom, he’s less messy than Curtis but far more demanding, you can’t do anything but follow his motions, letting him swallow the air from your throat. Steve is an even ground between them, although he spits into your mouth before capturing your lips, your teeth clash when he tilts his head and kisses you as if you’re all he’s ever wanted.

Which is the truth for all of them. 

As he pulls away, that charming grin plays on his shiny lips. Ari shifts you around and his knot tugs at your rim. “Are you done being a cameraman?”

Andy sets down the camera, having recorded your exchanges with the rest of the men. “You up for it?”

“If it means I get to boss you all around,” Ari smirks, gently pulling out of your creamy hole, his seed dribbles out your ass, down your skin and onto the wrinkled towel below. 

You let out a little sigh at the emptiness, trying to find a position that doesn’t make your soreness more evident, and gives your thoroughly fucked holes a rest. 

“It isn’t any different considering you’re president,” Ransom remarks. 

“Hey, if you want to have a re-election, and lose again, be my guest. I wouldn’t mind another victory celebration.” Ari snatches the device and moves off the bed. His cock is already hardening again and bobbing between his built legs. “Smile for the camera, sweet girl.” You sniffle and try to wipe your face, but Ari tsks. “Don’t do that, I want you to be as ruined as possible.” 

“Always prettiest that way, huh, omega?” Andy hums. 

You shudder as lips land on your gland, softly tonguing the spot. “Y-Yes, daddy… Alpha, should I—do I pose?” 

You never would’ve thought you’d willingly participate in a sex tape or a series of them. It could be the dizziness in your head that pushes you right into their trap—but that’s what this whole thing was. In the beginning, you were naive enough to wander into their cage of stained glass, marveling at the wonders and affections, while right now, you were stupid enough to stay.   

“Yeah, just smile and spread your legs, wanna see how used your holes are. Ah, look at that—the most perfect cumdump, yeah?” He brings the lens to your ruined cunt and ass, giving each a time to shine as your clit twitches, your puffy folds slick and messy, and your puckered hole dribbles with his cum. Then, he captures your shy smile. “There’s my pet, so beautiful.” 

“Especially as a little bunny,” Curtis adds, fondly touching the ears. 

“Look at you, the star of the show, Arcadia’s girl.” Ari grins sickeningly, “For this segment, you’ll be taking Andy in your mouth, and Steve and Ransom at the same time.” He moves back to your soppy holes, his cum getting a special appearance in this little home video once again.

“Okay, daddy.” Your mind fades in and out as Andy kisses up your chest, tasting your sweat before reaching your gland, his soft lips suckling the skin. You're taken under their control, limp against whoever is holding you up. “I’ll be good…” 

“I’m glad, although, I should probably clarify they’ll both be in the same hole.” 

The camera switches to your face to catch your terrified expression, you try to get up but you’re immediately pinned again, this time, flat on your back as Steve forces your legs open. Stroking his thick length, then slapping the bulbous tip on your puffy button. 

Ari sits next to you, ready to get all the angles. “But don’t worry, we’ll still listen to you because you get to choose the hole.” 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: and there we go !! I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride. I thought the first orgy i’d write would be with the dilfs in Cruel, but this sunny bunny party has been pure filth. Also, nickname spoiler: this reader is called Pet !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! Here's the masterlist for this au: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚

I don’t have an update schedule. As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

#kinktober #2022 kinktober #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction

[botnasty]

Chris Evans Character Masterlist

Welcome to my Chris Character Masterlist!

Here you will find everything I’ve ever written about those characters.

Steve is in my Marvel Masterlist

Smut: **

Angst: ^

Dark: ¤

To be added...

To be added

She's The Alpha** ^

Alpha!Ari Levinson X Omega!Reader

Summary: Have you seen the movie "She's The Man"? This is a story inspire by it.

The Treachery of Love** ^

Divorce Lawyer!Ari Levinson X Married!Reader, Husband!Ransom X Wife!Reader

Summary: After years of misery, you finally decide to divorce your husband Ransom Drysdale, but unfortunately for you, the man is too proud to let you go. That's when you met Ari Levinson, a divorce lawyer. With him, you'll finally be free of pain... right?

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[the-iceni-bitch]

You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part VII/X

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

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: Ransom refuses to accept his feelings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 8

A/N: Suggestive/light smut in the second half

The sudden jerk of the plane as it touched down against the tarmac elicited a startled and strangled gasp from your lips. Your moment of fear was countered by the affectionate display from Steve, and his whispers that you would be okay and the plane would stop soon.

He had kept his hands on you the entire flight assuring and reassuring you that nothing would happen. Steve’s verbal and physical reassurance had also come with the gentle caress of his scent as your alpha that coated and surrounded your own, allowing you and your hindbrain to back down from the edge.

When the flight could start to be disembarked, Steve stood first and helped you gather your things back into your carry-on. He had grabbed both bags from you and helped you stand on your shaky legs, his hand constantly flush with yours. He was your steady presence and the sole source of comfort that you had adhered to from the plane to the arrival gates, through to the baggage claim, he was there as a steady presence.

Even when you had your bags and he had ordered an Uber to take both of you to his place, he had a hand on you. He had kept you safely tucked against his side with his scent projecting and creating a density that you leaned into because you needed it. Steve’s only care was for you, he was only ever aware of your wants and needs when you were with him.

“It’s cold out,” his last act while in the airport was to give you his leather jacket before you left, his hands steadily and swiftly securing the coat around your body, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

By the time the Uber arrived, you were tired and ready for bed. The fear of flying had been a vacuum that sucked all the energy from within you, leaving you drained and willing to fall asleep wherever you landed. It was only natural that your head would rest against his shoulder as your hands toyed with his grey shirt, mindlessly watching the city lights passing while he was humming softly.

It felt like a blur from the airport to the Uber, from the Uber to his apartment. You felt like you were in a daze as you followed Steve up the stairs to his apartment, your yawns pulled repeatedly from you as sleep and a warm bed were being denied.

“I know you’re tired,” Steve set his bags down inside the door, a hand on your lower back gently nudging your forward into his place, “do you want to go right to bed?”

“Your place is nice.” Your voice was low; quiet.

His apartment was immaculate and every visible part that you could see was exuding comfort and coziness from the entrance to the single couch sitting before an aged coffee table.

The kitchen was clean with basic and minimalist details added to the area. There was a single bowl of fruit on the counter and a basic radio that had been turned off. The front of the fridge was empty, save for a single card for the VA held by a plain magnet and a number had been scrawled on the bottom.

“It feels lonely.” Steve had admitted, watching you as you slowly explored the kitchen and the living room. “I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart.”

“Why did you want to start online dating?” You questioned Steve, stepping before a bookshelf. “A man like you, you’ve got to have had women and men lining up out the door.”

“There’s a difference between men and women who want the reputation of screwing someone like me and someone willing to mate for life.” Steve had followed you, taking the same path until he was standing flush behind you with his chest against your back.

“Do you think people are more interested in sleeping with you than mating you?” You repeated his statement back to him in a question, then you leaned against him and yawned.

“There’s more value placed on sex and who you managed to sleep with than who you’re committed to.” Steve gently raised a hand to your neck and brushed loose tendrils of your hair off your neck.

His fingertips tracing your scent glands and the lack of marked skin, save for Ransom’s temporary impermanent mark. There was slight pressure behind his touch that stirred your desire and want, that made you feel weak and simultaneously invigorated with the gentle strokes.

There was a comfortable silence between you two while you studied the spines of books he had stacked and organized on the shelves. His fingers brushed against your skin above the waistband of your jeans, his lips moving delicately against the shell of your ear while he hummed a slow and crooning song. The moment was tenderness manifested, you reading the titles of books and Steve whispering in your ear.

There was no rush to be anywhere, to do anything. It was the feeling of affection and connection, the draw of his breath across your flesh and the steady beat of your heart. Steve was acutely adorning your body into his while you were opening yourself up, physically and figuratively. You had chosen to trust the alpha to who you were going to give yourself, even before Ari and Ransom.

“You’re tired,” Steve muttered into your ear, taking your state of more yawns than not and concluding that you would need bed more than anything. “Let’s get you settled.”

He grasped your hand and lift it to his lips, gently kissing your palm before he showed you where his bedroom was. It too, like the rest of the apartment, was clean and minimalistic with only a few art pieces or photographs on the wall and an old record player on a side-table set by the dresser.

The bed was bigger than your own, likely a king which seemed appropriate given Steve’s height and size, and had bared two fluffy-looking pillows that had been covered by a thick navy blue blanket.

“Did you want me to get your luggage?” He brushed past you on his way to the curtains hung above the window, the material pushed to the sides of the clean glass.

“Can I borrow something of yours?” You sat upon the bed and rest your hand against the soft blanket, your fingers curling against the surface.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Steve had passed by you again, only stopping to kiss your forehead, and then he had approached the closet and yanked a plain white shirt from the hangar. “Is this okay?”

When Steve handed it to you, your first instinct was to hold the material against your nose and inhale the lingering scent of your alpha. The natural spice that hung onto the edge of his scent was mouthwatering and comforting in such a way that you wished you could have wrapped yourself in everything that was Steve Rogers. It wasn’t just the hint of spice in his scent that had drawn you in, it was the added touch of some kind of citrus that reminded you of a warm spring morning when everything was clean and crisp.

“You smell so good.” You chirped once, and then again.

“So do you.” Steve had crossed his arms over his chest watching you with a half-smirk on his face, the feeling of detrimental loneliness dissipating with every passing moment that you had remained in his apartment and sat on his bed.

“Give me ten minutes sweetheart, and then I’ll come to bed.”

“You’re telling Jake we got here safely?” You wondered, calling after him when he left the room to handle a few things.

“Jake already knows, doll. He texted the minute we landed.” Steve called back to you and having been satisfied by his answer, you fell back against the bed and sighed softly.

“She’s fine, Jake.” Through the camera, he can see you sleeping in Steve’s bed with the blanket pulled up over your shoulders.

He knows that you don’t like flying, he knows that even a short flight could render you an anxious mess. He had seen it firsthand the way you had been rendered nervous and panicky, with exhaustion quick to follow.

It was as if your fear of flying had taken every morsel of energy from you, and Jake was worried about you during that short flight. It wasn’t as if it was long enough for you to sleep, the flight was under two hours and even if you could have slept Jake knew that you’d just get to sleep and have to get up again.

“She’s sleeping, she’s safe,” Steve confirmed again, relating the reliving news to his other omega who was worried about his longtime love despite being with an actual superhero.

“Before you ask, I’m taking her to the MOMA, and we’re going to see a Broadway show. I’m taking her to ballet, and showing her around my old neighbourhood.”

“She’ll like that.” Jake sighed, happy for you but naturally protective since this is the first time in a while that you’ve been separated. “I’ll call tomorrow.”

Steve and Jake said their goodbyes and the video call ended. Despite that, Jake had sat on the couch and stared at his phone, his mind idly wandering. He was lost in thought, and he was worried that you may not have been as ready for a mark as you said you had. Even though, Ransom was already halfway there with you.

“Pup,” Ari crooned and beckoned Jake from the living room to the kitchen, “come eat.”

Jake had set the device down then raised his hand and touched his fingers to the healing mark that claimed him as Ari’s, and soon Ransom’s. It was one of three that he had needed, one of three that would be captured on his flesh to bind himself to them, and in return them to him. It was a step toward becoming a full-fledged pack that would support and care for one another, and then Jake and yourself would truly be safe. There would be no pressure to be away from each other, there would be no divide between the two of you.

Your relationship was going to be a turn-on for the alphas, Jake already knew it would. In that same thought he had known that when it came time for them to know the truth about your relationship, he knew that Ari, Ransom and Steve wouldn’t treat your relationship with Jake as if it was nothing more than a kink. They would respect your lifelong love for each other and help protect the predisposition that made you and Jake so close.

Or at least he had hoped so.

“Your thoughts are loud.” Ari had stepped by Jake, brushing his fingers against his waist and smirking when Jake had shivered against his touch. “Something on your mind?”

“Nothing,” Jake had shrugged it off, saving his inner thoughts and stipulations to himself.

“Come eat, I can hear your stomach growling.” The point was made again, and Jake dropped to the cushioned seat with haste.

Dinner had come and gone with gentle conversations and the back and forth between Ransom bitching about his family, and Ari talking about work. Jake had added his comments in between however he was stalwartly quiet for the moment, a symptom of how much had weighed on his mind.

The time spent on dinner had bled into the desire-fuelled aftermath, the draw of three bodies to the living room where they had anticipated and hoped for an intimate finish to the night.

“You need a distraction.” Ransom’s hands were nearly idle, he had led Jake from the dinner table to the living room, guiding him to sit and even feeling the tenseness in his shoulders.

The light glow from candles had cast delicate shadows upon the walls of Ari’s home, turning the moment of collision between Ransom, Jake and Ari far more intimate than it already was. It was the addition of the soft glowing candles and the touch of wine-induced passion that had aided the date in becoming so much more than two alphas treating their omega to a nice time.

It was a deeply connective and intimate time between the three with both alphas showering Jake with all the heated and tender strokes of their flesh against his. He was trapped between one and the other, his lips locked with Ransom as Ari pulled Jake back to lean fully against his chest.

Jake was leaning against Ari and trapped against Ransom’s chest, every part of him was entangled with his alphas. He was trapped between the two, held at the mercy of his alphas who wanted him as much as he wanted them. There was not a single moment that he wasn’t occupied and busied by their hands on him or their lips captivating his own.

Ari’s hands had started to wander beneath his graphic t-shirt, his fingers trailing along Jake’s stomach and chest, tracing invisible patterns into his flesh. Every soft stroke of his hands upon Jake had made his omega whimper in need or harshly suck in air.

While Ari was feeling Jake tremble beneath his hands, Ransom had shifted how he was positioned and started to drop to the floor. He had kneeled on the floor and run his hands up and down Jake’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles clench beneath his touch.

Ransom’s hands, like Ari’s, couldn’t be idle and he had busied his fingers with the remaining barrier between Ransom and Jake’s cock. He had popped the button and undid the fly, allowing the poor omegas’ cock to be freed, and the beads of pre-cum to freely roll down his shaft.

“Someone’s hungry,” Ransom growled low in his chest and licked his bottom lip, studying the swollen and reddened head, ultimately teasing Jake by making him wait before Ransom would start giving Jake what he wanted.

“Please, fuck-!” Jake had bucked his hips, so turned on by the image of Ransom before him and Ari behind him, a single touch could have made him cum already.

“Since you’ve been so good…” Ari crooned in his ear, synchronizing his speech with Ransom’s sudden action. “Such a good puppy…”

Jake hissed in pleasure when Ransom had first tasted the pre-cum dripping and rolling down the shaft, his pleasure from his alpha was unbound. He had bucked his hips with need and dug his nails into Ari’s thighs, his voice strained as all he could do was whine and whimper soft pleas for Ransom to do more for him.

Ransom’s lips had twitched, he had smirked against Jake’s cock and part his lips to lap at the swollen and throbbing head. He had teased Jake, he had relentlessly edged him with soft laps of his tongue and the gentle swat of his hand against his balls.

“Should we send a video to Toy Soldier and kitten?” Ransom hummed against Jake’s shaft, his teeth gently scraping against the engorged shaft. “Should we show them how badly you need it?”

“Please! God, please-!” Jake shuddered cry, his deepening desire was unhinged.

“Good boy,” Ransom lightly smacked Jake’s balls again and then he had risen to his feet, intending on getting the camera, “let’s make kitten a little gift.”

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Lulu’s Multi-Fandom X-Mas Bingo

🎄🎄🎄 I couldn’t find any Christmas Bingo this year, so I decided to create my own. 🎄🎄🎄

If you want to use the card too, feel free to use it for any fandom.

Here’s a Winter Bingo for anyone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas:

Multi-Fandom Winter Bingo

You can also tag my main blog @holylulusworld and use the tag #LulusXMASBingo2022 if you want me to reblog your stories of any fandom.

If not, just have fun with the card.

Please respect my bounderies. I do not read: incest, Wincest, non-con, underaged smut, toilet stuff, water sports, fisting, extreme BDSM, torture, age play, pet play.

🎄🎄🎄 Divider by @dawn-petrichor-world​ 🎄🎄🎄

Please be aware none of the stories are available yet.

Square 1: TBA (??? x Reader): Merry Christmas

Square 2: Her secret Santa (Tony Stark x Reader): Secret Santa  

Square 3: A Christmas dream (Ackles’ characters x fem!Reader): Naughty Christmas  

Square 4: Christmas on the run (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader): Snowed in  

Square 5: Cabin of love (2) - A short ride (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Reader): Winter

Square 6: Our first Christmas (TfatW!Sam Wilson x Reader): Love  

Square 7: Thief for Christmas (Dean Winchester/Young Dean x Reader): Christmas Tree  

Square 8: Still a grumpy Santa sequel to Grumpy Santa (Steve Rogers x Reader): Grumpy Christmas hater

Square 9: TBA (??? x Reader): Winter Wonderland  

Square 10: Angelic Christmas (Castiel x Reader): Angel

Square 11: TBA (Sam Winchester x Reader): Building a snowman

Square 12: Just another Christmas (Loki Laufeyson x Reader): Angst

Square 13: Burned Cookies (Tfatws!Bucky x Reader): Free Space

Square 14: Start again (Andy Barber x Reader): Fluff

Square 15: Stumble (Bucky Barnes x Reader): Candy canes  

Square 16: Little wonders (Soldier!Boy x Reader): First snow  

Square 17: My lumberjack (Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Reader): Cabin

Square 18: TBA (??? x Reader): Fireplace  

Square 19: Every Christmas - sequel to This Christmas (2) (Mechanic!Dean x Reader): Cozy

Square 20: Christmas Sweater (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader): Sweater

Square 21: Blue Christmas (5) - Snippet to Blue Christmas (Mobster!Steve x Reader x Mobster!Bucky): Last Christmas

Square 22: Christmas after you (Chris Evans x Reader): Breakup before Christmas  

Square 23: Clichè (CEO!Thor Odinson x Reader): Faking it

Square 24: Big grump (Dean Winchester x Reader): Love confessions  

Square 25: The pie whisperer (Dean Winchester x Baker!Reader): Lonely on Christmas  

#Multi-Fandom-Christmas Bingo #join if you want to #supernatural #marvel #the walking dead #dean winchester #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #Sam Winchester #sam wilson #thor odinson #andy barber #ransom drysdale #chris evans

[lostalioth]

— 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐐!

this blog is fairly multi fandom but mostly it is marvel and stranger things. that doesn’t mean i won't write for characters out of those universes and i've even written some real person fanfiction [actors]. i also typically play favorites so some characters have more content than others do.

requests: are open, thots and fic ideas are very welcome. naughty, fluffy or even angsty thoughts!!!

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 -

necrophilia, incest, step siblings, pregnancy, daddy/little play [ddlg], age play, foot fetish, bimbo!reader, animal play, primal play, water sports, anything with the reader or the character being underage, alpha/omega, race play, male!character x male!reader, any characters i feel uncomfortable writing for, con-non-con, rape

𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 -

x female!reader, smut [refer to what i won't write above before requesting this though], angst, fluff, poly relationships/threesomes, age gaps, dudcon, cheating [to the degree i feel comfortable], blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore [to some extent], praise and degradation, power imbalance, mommy/daddy kink.

each fic will have its own warnings so if theres anything in those warnings that would make YOU uncomfortable then simply do not read it! there will be no kink shaming on my blog so if you dont like it then ignore it or dont read it :)

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑.

— marvel

steven grant, marc sceptor, loki laufeyson, peter parker [andrew! and tom!], miguel o’hara, hobie brown, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, sam wilson, matt murdock, frank castle, thor odinson.

— chris evans

ransom drysdale, jake jensen, andy barber, steve rogers

— stranger things

eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟…

you’re racist, homopobhic, bigoted, zionist, islamphobic, judgementmal to what others enjoy writing or reading, cant depict fiction from real life disrespectful, A MIONOR — if you are under 18 or dont have your age somewhere on your blog you’ll be blocked!!

#faq post #faq #lostalioth #guidelines #fandoms #dni list #read my dni #blog things #blog rules

[onsunnyside]

rough arcadia boys / needy bunny!reader with degradation along with aftercare for the feeling slutty party 🤭🤭

rough you say 🌚 how about some degrading aftercare (so not really aftercare?)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—dark alpha!fratboys!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber x omega!reader [dark A/B/O college AU, one reader, HC Verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark, non-con/dub-con, a/b/o dynamics, mean/dark!cevans characters, manipulation, obsessive & possessive behaviour, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), smut - minors dni, coercion, jealousy, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, showerhead… stuff…‘cleaning,’ dumbification, degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pussy slapping, choking, implied/mentions of: lots of fucking and creampies.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Your alphas give you ‘aftercare’ after: The Hunt

𝗪/𝗖 | 874

𝗔/𝗡 | ok this made me sweat which isn’t good considering it’s fucking hot already, but dear god, i love these dark filthy men.

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ 

💃𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You weep into Andy’s chest as other rough hands pry your legs apart, pinning them to either side of the tub. Colours dance on the inside of your eyelids, morphing into the shapes of your mates, even with your eyes shut, they haunt you. 

“Look at that fuckin’ mess.” Ransom snorts, “And, you were scared about taking two cocks in the same hole. You handled it like a champ, babe, congrats.” 

“Real romantic, dumbass.” Steve swats his head, glaring at his adoptive brother before glancing at you. The small little omega in Andy’s arms, trembling and crying—oh, he loves it. “You okay, pet?”

You desperately shake your head, whimpering brokenly when the water pressure picks up. The showerhead is aimed between your sore thighs, the hard stream landing right on your well-used and ruined cunt, and worst of all, your oversensitive clit. 

“What’s wrong?” Curtis asks from the other side of the tub, naked as you and Andy. 

He fought Ransom for the pleasure of ‘cleaning’ you, you already played with her before, stop being selfish is what Ransom said, but anyone who knew Curtis knew he was never one to back down, and I’ll play with her again if I want, now be good and I’ll let you watch, pretty boy. Ransom just rolled his eyes and snagged the closest spot to you, getting the perfect view of your cum filled holes. 

“N-Not aftercare. You said—”

“This is aftercare.” Ari sinks to knees next to you, reaching forward to cup your cheek. He wipes the tears from your skin, before bringing them to his mouth, tasting your despair. “For all of us, we need to wind down after all that.” 

The water shoots out onto your cunt, aimed directly at your button. You cry out loudly, thrashing in their hold but it’s fruitless. You’re too weak, just an omega, and they’re your alphas, far bigger and more muscular than you. The stimulation is too much, sending hot bolts of pain throughout your body and making your stomach tighten. 

“Yeah, don’t be a brat, pet.” Andy kisses the side of your head, inhaling your scent, “Don’t you want us to be taken care of too?”

You did, didn’t you? You didn’t know. They weren’t the ones passed around like a toy, used and fucked until passing out. 

“Thought—was supposed to be soft… sweet…gentle.” You sniffle wetly, feeling the cum leaking out of your fuckholes, you don’t dare to watch it disappear down the drain as the showerhead shuts off. “Not so much, please. So sensitive.” 

Between your legs, Curtis clenches his teeth, watching your swollen clit glimmer. He’s salivating at the mere sight of you so broken and submissive, his cock thickening unabashedly. He knows he isn’t the only one hard, and he definitely has no shame in being the only one exposed. There’s still someone’s (probably more than one person’s) seed leaking out of your holes, but it’s less than when they began. 

He massages up your leg, squeezing the flesh, “But, you’re so wet, baby. We can’t leave you like this.” 

“Good daddies don’t leave their pets all worked up—especially when she’s been so good.” Ransom pipes up, tightening his hold on your knee. “Your poor pussy is all drippy, sweetie, I know you can’t see it right now, but you feel it and you want us. I know you do.” 

“Don’t lie,” Steve warns, blue eyes set in a glare. “You’ve been so good, don’t be stupid and ruin that streak.”

The stream starts up again, going along the inside of your thighs, closer to your centre. Your heart races in your chest when Ari tugs on your hard nipples. “That’s w-water.” 

Steve dips his fingers into your slit, dragging up slowly and rubbing your button. He holds his hand inches from your face, spreading his digits, “Such a dumb little thing… Does this look like water to you?” It doesn’t, it’s stringy and slick, and smells like you. 

But you can’t take anymore—you can’t. 

“I warned you, baby.” The blond stands, stripping off his clothes as Ari and Ransom follow suit. “It’s like you wanna be punished.”

You try to get up, but Andy locks you into his body, keeping you pinned to his chest with his bicep around your neck. “Don’t even think about it.” 

Their lengths spring up as if they hadn’t pumped you full and covered you in their seed less than an hour ago. 

Curtis tsks with a smirk, “We can’t blame her, she’s just a dumb little pet. Poor babies like her don’t know any better.” 

“Is that true, pet? You’re so stupid you think it’s okay to lie to us?” Ransom strokes his cock, watching the tears stream down your cheeks. “God, I’m gonna fuck her until she doesn’t have any tears left.”

“P-Please don’t—”

“Shut up.” Steve swats your cunt in quick succession, each spank harder than the last, “Stupid lying omegas don’t deserve to speak.” 

Ari collects your tears again, sucking them off his fingers. He looks down at you with twisted sympathy, “You shouldn’t have lied, honey. We taught you better.” 

Andy flexes his arm, cutting off your air momentarily. “Now, just be a good pet if you want to breathe.” 

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[fanficsonthebrain]

OCTOBER UPDATES 🦾💖

Just updated my masterlists with all the links to everything I reblogged / recommended in October!

Find my main masterlist here 💕

These are the lists I updated ❤

Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Reader

Misc!Bucky x Reader

Dad!Bucky x Reader

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Steve Rogers

Steve x Reader

Mafia/Mob!Steve x Reader

Misc!Steve x Reader

Alpha!Steve x Reader

Cast Members

Chris Evans x Reader

Andy Barber

Andy Barber x Reader

Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader

Ransom Drysdale 

Ransom x Reader

#bucky x reader #alpha!bucky x reader #dad!bucky x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mafia!steve x reader #chris evans x reader #biker!bucky x reader #mafia!bucky x reader #andy barber x reader #peter parker x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom x reader #peter x reader #alpha!steve x reader #smut #fic recs #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #andy barber fluff #andy barber smut #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale fluff #updates