#alpha!andy barber

[biteofcherry]

If you had an Alpha!Andy Barber, would you place him in an au similar to Grain of Truth (mob) or Bad Moon Rising (packs with traditions)? Or a secret theirf thing? 😄

-needlereads

Ohhh! What an interesting ask!

Putting Andy in the Grain Of Truth universe would simply suit his canon version. He could be a CEO, a mob boss, or still a DA. And perhaps he senses your true mate bond when you walk into his office for the first time, being a newly hired employee.

BUT putting Andy in the Bad Moon Rising universe is such a unique concept. Andy could be this more civilized Alpha, whose family has owned vast lands which still serve as private grounds for the pack to enjoy, while Andy himself and most of your pack are also tied to the city. You live on the outskirts and take weekend runs through the woods and fields, but most of your time is spent in the city.

He'd court you all proper and charming, supporting your career, but also knowing your PR image works in his favor in business (and vice versa). Andy has that Alpha dominating streak that occasionally snaps into a ruthless command when it comes to handling the pack. It's quite thrilling to you - knowing this polished, elegant man who handles business with grace and composure, is also a wild beast who had you dirty and covered in cum on the forest floor just last Sunday.

[jamneuromain]

In Heat Headcanon

with Steve, Andy, Ari, and Lloyd (Alpha) x You (Omega)

fluff and lil smut, some cheesy thoughts I had about them

Steve

He likes taking care of you. Maybe a little too much. Food and drinks are always stocked in the fridge when you are in heat. He will prepare electrolyte drinks because you sweat a lot, and you need sodium and calcium so that your legs won't cramp when you are riding him.

He will give you anything you want, whether it's his knot or his cum. He won't run a bath afterward. You have caught a cold doing so before. He would clean you with a wet towel.

Your nest is the utmost important thing to him, ranking No.2 in his list of protection. (No. 1 being you) He likes watching you fuss over your nest being not comfy enough and drag him to your nest. He would happily oblige, rubbing his scent over the blankets and comforters, making it easier to calm the omega inside you when he's in the kitchen preparing refreshments.

Andy

He will see it as his personal goal to make you pregnant with a pup. Does it turn you on that he has a breeding kink? Yes. He will continue to fuck you even if his knot has popped up. He will continue to fuck his cum deeper inside you.

He will be super protective during your heat, noticing his business partner that he will be taking care of his omega in the coming week, and no one comes to his house unless he says so.

He will mark you over and over again, never tired of it. He'd love it if you wear his mark to work after your heat. Hell, he'd love it if you mark him as well. (Though he is still working on it, because every time in heat you are too fucked out to do anything)

Ari

He purposefully put his clothes in your nest to have you more addicted to his scent. He loves to see you all whiny and begging when you are writhing in your nest, wanting him to soothe your pain. He will tease and rub your pussy, until you beg prettily, just the way he wants.

Ari is sensitive, and he feels everything through the bond that you two share. Hence, he tends to your needs just right, whether you want him caressing your thighs, or you want him to hold you close, Ari detects and fulfills your needs even before they are spoken.

Oh and he's not leaving this bed unless extremely necessary. Your body will be sore when the heat is over, that's for sure.

Lloyd

This bastard is the sole reason you are in heat cycles and small heat fever way more frequent than any omega else. He doesn't allow you to use a scent blocker on your neck because he wants to smell your sweet scent all the time. He will push you into heat whenever he likes it, and he only gives you an inflatable knot, which is far from enough. He will ask you to bounce yourself on his cock and warm him when his knot roots deep in you.

Despite being an asshole, Lloyd babies you when you have terrible cramps. He likes you to sit on his lap and rub your belly for you. He will pepper you with kisses, tickling your cheeks with his moustache (he's Lloyd after all), and tells you about one of his missions to distract you from the bad cramps. You soon giggle and forget about the pain.

[urcatslitterbox]

Having extremely dirty thoughts about an alpha watching their omega cum on their teddy bear

[shamrockqueen]

Grizzly: Chapter 6

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake

Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, Sexual contact,

Word count :

A03 link

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Summary: Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

Curtis hadn’t spoken since the night prior. There seemed to be many times that he’d try to talk, only to swallow the words back down as he stared out towards the sterile hospital hallway. Brow furrowed and teeth tight, he just stared.

Jake tried in vain to coax something out of his brother. The confession from the previous night left the young man shaken and confused. He would never have imagined his brother capable of something so horrible, and he still fought to think that maybe Curtis didn’t remember everything correctly. Yet, the unnerving presence of the strange omega left him fearful that Curtis was telling the truth.

Eventually, their stay in the hospital would have to end. The staff insisted on further observation, but Jake knew from the darkening circles under his brother’s eyes that being far from his Omega was making the older man slowly deteriorate. So, the two reluctantly refused to stay any longer and loaded back into the car, this time with Curtis in the front passenger seat beside his younger brother.

What awaited them at the cabin was stomach-churning, yet it mirrored the scene that Andy and Jake had found themselves in the day prior. Only much more somber.

Jakes pulled back onto the road but hadn’t been driving for very long before turning off towards a small pharmacy. The hospital agreed to send some meds over when Curtis had been hastily trying to leave without further treatment. The nurse told Jake where to collect the suppressants and pain pills, pointing out a little mom-and-pop shop up the road.

Curtis eyed his brother upon their immediate stop, but Jake assured him that “I just gotta grab a few things; we’ll be back on the road soon.”

The older man didn’t answer with words, only a brief nod before turning his head towards the window to look out at the road. Curtis’s mind was elsewhere like it was before, and Jake feared that he was losing him again.

The exchange was quick. The little old beta at the counter sensed something was off the moment he stepped into the store and got him the needed prescriptions as soon as he gave her the patient's name and date of birth.

“Rough week?” She asked as he rang up the order. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” Jake answered back with a twang of pain in his voice.

Jake grabbed the bag and left quickly before dropping back into the passenger seat and digging the medicine out of the bag for his brother, along with some water he bought alongside it.

“Can you please take the medicine? Curtis?” Jake asked shakily. It almost felt like his brother couldn’t hear anymore, like his voice just couldn’t reach whatever void the older man’s mind was locked into.

Curtis didn’t even look towards his brother as he grabbed the vile of pills from his open hand and the water from the other. The meds were downed quickly and silently before he handed them back. He met his younger brother’s gaze only briefly, but even in a split second, Jake had to search his brother's eyes. Yet all he found was a deep edge of despair.

Curtis' gaze shifts away again. He chooses instead to stare out at the road as Jake pulls back onto it and leads them towards the cabin. It would be a while until they reached the once beloved vacation destination, but something in the bottom of Jake's stomach told him something would be off once they arrived, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

You were still in Andy’s arms when the roar of an engine alerted him to their arrival. The crunch of the tires over icy gravel signaled the crumbling of this little bubble of heat he had shared with you.

Jake stepped out of the car first as Curtis stared out at the front door. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck as a chill overtook his body, making his joints ache as he fought off the urge to burst out of the car and towards the cabin.

Jake smelled it as soon as he got to the door, his hand barely grazing the brass handle. It made his stomach twist, and the sting of bile rose up his throat. He turned back to the car, his breath a heavy cloud in the cold air as he shouted to the older man.

“Stay there!”

Curtis stopped, leaving the door of the car half open with one boot on the icy ground.

A smell lingered in the air from the closed door. God only knows how potent it would be inside the house. It was a familiar sensation with the omega scent lurking heavily, but this time it was coupled with a different alpha musk.

Jake watched as his brother started to sniff at the air as panic filled his eyes. His fingers dug into the side of the car door as he had to hold himself up while his eyes circled around the surrounding woods.

A heavier cloud of the mixed scents billowed out as the door cracked open. Andy’s face broke through the dark interior as his body slipped past the small opening he’d made. His skin was an odd shade of gray-pink, his short blonde hair was messy, and his beard was still tinted red from the blood that had dried into it. Finally around his hand was a dirty bandage from the now-unseen cut he’d caused after smashing that glass in his fist—a moment of both great strength and extreme weakness.

Curtis felt dizzy from just the sight of the older man and the thick smell of his omega tainted with that of his own brother.

“What the fuck did you do?” Curtis’ voice was broken and heavy with the sorrowful realization of what had happened, but something in him didn’t want to believe it.

Curtis’s feet were heavy as he lifted them along the icy gravel road, closer to Andy.

“What..did you do..?”

“Curtis, don’t.” Jake tried to grab onto his brother’s coat as he slowly approached Andy.

Jake walked behind Curtis, knowing he’d have to lunge at the already injured man if he were to become feral again. His last utterance to this sad exchange would be “Oh my God,” mostly spoken to himself as he processed the unfathomable.

The closer Curtis gets, the louder he speaks next. “What did..you..do..?”

The tears brimmed up in Andy’s already red eyes as Curtis drew slowly closer and screamed, “What have you done?!”

Andy’s voice was like dragged gravel as he finally answered “something terrible,” and Curtis winced.

There was no fight left in either of the men; they were simply too drained. Curtis suffered from a combination of his concussion and being pulled away from you as the bond between you and him was twisted. For Andy, it was from giving you so much of himself for the last day and a half.

Curtis only grips the sleeves of his brother's shirt as he breaks, finally shattering as the weight of what has become of this whole ordeal finally crushes him. His grip loosens and he falls to his knees, and Andy follows, trying to comfort the man he’d hurt as silent tears trail over his cheeks to get lost in his filthy beard.

Andy is and has always been a level-headed man, and now, as the hormones finally leached out of his body through his bare feet and pressed to the icy ground, he held his brother tightly.

Yet, even with all the suppressants in Curtis’s system, something inside of him surges. In the next second, his thick hands are circling around his brother’s throat.

“Curtis!!” Jake leapt at the two of them in the hopes of prying one man’s hands off the other man’s neck. He dug his nails into his brother’s wrists as he tried to pull them apart until finally one of the hands budged apart, and Jake was able to hand the other one off before pushing Curtis back.

Andy hadn’t lifted a finger to fight back; he only resigned himself to his well-deserved punishment before the younger man was able to free him.

Curtis was pushed back up onto his feet, and Andy sat there on his knees as they were still pressed into the snow.

Jake held him by his wide shoulders, trying to talk a little sense into his brother. “Don’t do something you’ll regret."

Curtis had to fight to catch his breath as he gritted his teeth. He looked out to Andy with a dimming bloom of rage before looking back at Jake and proclaiming, “I-I need some air,” before shaking his brother’s hands off of his shoulders and backing away.

Jake dropped down to pick Andy up off the ground before the ice could cut into his skin. “C’mon, get up.” He kept an eye out for Curtis as he watched him lumber out towards his truck.

Andy struggled to his feet as his youngest brother pulled him towards the cabin, dragging him through the open door before depositing him onto a chair in the kitchen to assess the terrible state Andy was left in.

“Wha-what the fuck happened?" Jake’s voice was almost shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You look at absolute shit."

Andy gave a weak and coarse “I know."

“What were you thinking?" Jake racked his fingers through the dulled spikes in his frosted hair, hoping to shake off a building headache. It didn't take much to realize what had happened, especially while the combined scents were clouding the entire space around them.

Andy opened his mouth as if to speak, only to take a deep breath and ends it with a heavy sigh.

"You're still bonded, for fucks sake. This shouldn’t have affected you.” Jake truly couldn’t understand how his brother’s stonelike nerves broke so easily.

“There’s no bond left between Laurie and I.” The words from Andy’s cracked lips nearly punched the air out of Jake as they hit his ears.

Jake looked at Andy with a sick twist in his stomach before asking, “What do you mean?”

“She’s been wearing a new mark for almost half a year now.” Andy spoke with an unnerving little emotion as he opened a dark chapter of his life to his little brother.

“Oh fuck, I-I didn’t know."

“That’s because I didn’t tell you."

Jake huffed out with an air of frustration, “Good to see you can always call on your family for help.”

“It’s not like that. The divorce was already messy, and it was embarrassing enough.” “There just wasn’t a good time to talk about it. It definitely doesn’t feel like a good time to talk about it right now.

“Fair enough, I don’t even know how it came to this.”

“She must have broken into the cabin when her heat started to hit her. That’s how Curtis must have found her.”

“What, why?” Jake's eyes widened as they fixed back into Andy’s expressionless face.

“Her shit was in garbage bags; she was probably homeless.” Andy spoke so dryly that it almost gave his brother a stomach ache as he listened.

Jake winced at the thought that she must have stumbled upon the cabin, trying to get out of the snow, only to find herself caught in the teeth of not one but two alphas.

Andy got up from his chair before tossing open a nearby cupboard and rifling through the old bottles of medicine that sat inside.

“What are you doing?” Jake said as he looked up at his brother.

“Looking for some sleeping pills.” Andy spoke dryly as he continued rummaging around.

"What? Don’t take anything out of there. It all has to be expired by now.”

“I don’t care, Jake. I have to turn this off.”

“She’s buzzing around in the back of my head, and I can’t get it out.” Andy’s voice was low and broken as he pressed his wounded palm to his forehead to quell some of the building pain in his brain.

“This is insane.” Jake spoke more to the air than to his brother, but Andy answered anyway. “You don’t know what it’s like, so you wouldn’t understand.”

“Wouldn’t understand…I’m an Alpha too, and I haven’t lost my fucking mind.” Jake's blood began to simmer under his skin, making it feel like a slight itch along his neck and arms.

“It’s more than that!” Andy raised his voice at the younger Alpha. “I can feel her pain. Every throb and pulse in her body echoes in my head. I’m sure it did the same to Curtis, and it’s killing him right now.”

“I don’t know how to help you two anymore.” Jake couldn’t help the crack in his voice as he spoke while staring into the scratched grain of the table. “Not you, not Curtis. I can’t help anyone anymore.”

Andy finds the plastic bottle he had been looking for and rattles it by his ear. He dumped the contents into his hand to find there were only two pills left.

“You can still help Curtis.” Andy said as he rolled the pills between his fingers.

Jake looked up from the table before asking, “How?”

“You can put him to sleep. That way, she’ll only haunt his dreams.” Andy said as he eyed the two pills.

Jake twisted his head away from the sight of it. “I am not giving him old pills. It could make him sick. HELL, it could make you sick.”

“Then I will.” And with that, Andy walked out of the kitchen, leaving his younger brother behind to hang on to his last words. Andy made it past the front door and padded towards Curtis’ truck in his still-bare feet.

Curtis was already watching him from the window, and before Andy could make it all the way there, he pushed out of the truck and closed the gap between them himself.

He held the pill out wordlessly, leaving his brother to just stare at it.

“I already took suppressants.” Curtis regarded him as he stared down at the chalky wire pills.

“It’s not a suppressant.” Andy answered back.

“Then what is it?” Curtis spoke lowly, already exhausted but unable to find enough peace for sleep.

“It will make sleep easier.” Andy looked at his brother with actual sincerity. Something in these men had broken beyond repair, but together they were still connected, and they still cared for one another.

Curtis took the pill between his thumb and pointer finger, only to just look at the chunky tablet. He looked back at his brother, then the cabin, letting his vision cloud over with fresh tears. It made the bile well up in Andy’s throat before Curtis finally put the pill between his teeth.

He grabbed at an old bottle of water in the cup holder, still half full with now-stale water. He unscrewed the cap and took a chug from the bottle, sending the pill to the bottom of his stomach.

Curtis sat back in the truck, averting his eyes from Andy, as an air of silence widened the gap between them before Andy finally turned away from his brother and walked back to the house.

He glanced at Jake’s back as the younger man buried his face in his hands before walking past the kitchen towards one of the bedrooms. The master bedroom was to his right, and just further ahead was the old kid's room. You were still on the floor of the master bedroom, tucked up in a nest of blankets, and a souring look was spreading along your sleeping face.

Andy broke through the threshold before kneeling down next to you slowly. He arched his back and ducked his head towards you until his warm lips pressed against your forehead and your muscles seemed to relax.

It was the last he could do for you before standing back up and leaving you there on the floor. He did look back for a second and turn away from you again.

His pill was still tightly held in his fist until he brought it between two of his fingers. He opened his mouth, placed the chalky tablet on his tongue, and swallowed it back dry.

The rest of the night was quiet. Curtis resigned to sleeping in his truck; Andy took the old kids room, and you were still hidden in the master bedroom. Jake was left alone and awake as his brothers fought off odd dreams.

Jake was left slumped forward in the dining chair, his face having dropped into his hands as he tried to hold in his blooming sorrow. He fought it off hard, harder than he ever thought he’d have to. But, he couldn’t fight it anymore, and he finally broke.

Just like the small reprieve he allowed himself some months ago after he watched them close his father’s casket, he cried into his cupped hands and whimpered silently. He hadn’t bothered to take his glasses off, instead pushing them up his face with his fingers so as not to get them too dirty.

He didn’t know that this would have any affect on you, but as his scent twisted with grief, it didn’t fail to reach your room and make your body shutter awake. Something in your chest aches as your limbs twitch with a renewed liveliness. You're groggy but oddly more cognitive. You're floating on a thick cloud of heat as the still world around you moves in slow motion.

You feel over your neck, but don’t panic at the feeling of the two bites. Your mind still hasn’t returned. Your body can only be piloted by your inner omega, and she revels at the sting of each bite as you press your fingers into your skin.

The second bite didn’t leave and started to scab over a little like the first one did. Each one of them aches as you feel them over with the tips of your fingers. But, something was off, something in the air souring the semi-familiar scent you’d grown accustomed to.

You hear it too, his sorrow, his pain. It rings in your ears from the small noises of defeat that leave his lips. He just couldn’t stop himself from finally letting it all out.

You lean up from the nest of blankets and pillows you had wrapped yourself in on the floor of the master bedroom. You let the sheets fall from your bare body before grabbing a single blanket to drag with you. Better to seal in the warmth of your heat as it simmers lowly under your cold skin.

You follow the familiar path from the bedroom out into the den, and you turn your head towards the open kitchen and scent the air.

Yours gets more intense from the sight of your alpha in pain, making him shake as it permeates his mind without him realizing it. He would have assumed it was from the tears that flooded from his eyes as your impending presence stole the breath from his very lungs.

Yes, you. Lingering not far behind, your own heart cracked from the billowing scent of pain and anguish that clouded around what you perceived again as your alpha.

Your alpha was in pain. Emotional turmoil souring his otherwise sweet smell. It did seem sweeter than normal, but a heavy heart weighed it down.

You knew he needed your scent and your body to settle his mind. You were a good omega.

He hadn’t heard your footsteps, but as your hands found his shoulders, dragging your nails along his half-buttoned flannel. His body goes stiff as a small gasp escapes his throat. The rush of lavender and orange drops off your skin to cloud the air around him.

Your omega scent floods his nose and melts the hurt that had been burning the back of his throat. Your fingers slide along his neck to slip under his chin, bringing his head up to look at you for the first time.

For a moment, he couldn’t breathe. He just sat stalk, still fighting for air as the heat of your hands burned through his skin.

The blanket slips away from your body as you circle his chair before bending towards him, pressing your lips against his tear-stained cheeks, and kissing them clean.

You slipped your lips further along his face before you moved them over his. It left him mezmorized, drowning in warm lavender and citrus.

His mind begins to melt from the hot assault of your tongue slipping over his, drowning him in your thick pheromones. It sets his body on fire, as if he’ll burn right through his clothes. It awakened something inside of him, something that rumbled beneath the surface of his skin and had once been completely dormant.

He didn’t notice your nimble fingers burrowing their way into his clothes and skillfully peeling them off of his chest and arms, just one button at a time. A whisper of the word “Alpha” left your tongue once you pulled it away from his lips.

The moment Jake heard it, his body went rigid once again. His muscles clenched and tightened as his mind became a buzz of emotion. But, you were there to help his Alpha meld with your Omega.

You wanted his tears to dry from the mere touch of your body and his worries to become distant memories.

You slip around his chair as the sweat builds along his neck and his pupils overtake his pale blue eyes.

He doesn’t stop you from seating yourself on his lap with your legs on either side of his, letting you press your warm skin along his face and neck, spreading your thick scent all over him. He doesn’t fight it when you drag your nail through the zipper of his jeans to dip your hand into his boxers and unsheathe his cock.

No, not until you're angling yourself above him, letting the head of his swollen cock catch along your folds until it breaches your slick warm opening. Only then did he finally stir, shaking the spell you’d put him under for just a second, and making him struggle beneath you.

“…’mega..s-stop.” His voice was weak as he tried to fight both you and an inner strength threatening to burst out of him the further your cunt sheathed his cock.

“Let me..help you…Alpha.” You breathed the words into his skin before dragging your teeth along his neck. It was the new trigger he needed to make him buck his hips up in unison with yours.

His hands finally dared to touch your skin, pressing his fingers painfully into the soft, round globes of your ass before dragging his nails along your thighs.

The slide of his cock along your tightening inner walls made him into a melted putty in your embrace. You took his pain and ate at it, using it as fuel for the fire in your belly to burn the both of you.

You nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as your hips raised and dropped with the pulls of his hands, leaving a slap of skin to run through the air. His thrusts met yours, building and building to surpass your own movements.

It’s like his body is moving upon the will of a much more wild spirit, propelling him to spear up into your core to tear through your body. Your body bends in his tight hold as you snake your fingers along the back of his head to press his face against your hot skin.

He didn’t have to be himself; he didn’t have to carry any burdens; he only had to be the Alpha right now. You, as his omega, would twist around him as your core fluttered and the tip of his cock stirred deeply within you.

Your mingled scents and sounds filled the small cabin, only to be shut out by the other two sleeping Alphas, who had been dragged down into their shared nightmare. All as you dragged the younger Alpha into your heat.

The solid mass of his building knot catches and tugs at the opening of your core as you slam your body down onto it until it’s forced deep inside with an almost literal pop. It was the first time for him all over again, and he was drowning. His arms were tight around you as his seed was pumped into your stretched core, and his nose left your hair as his teeth finally came down against your neck. His full teeth tore through your skin in a single second before licking his jaw over the wound as blood started to trickle down between you two.

His knot throbbed almost painfully as your omega cunt squeezed and throbbed around his cock. He’s panting, struggling to breathe through his teeth as the taste of thick iron floods over his tongue.

Tonight, you will be bitten for the last time, and as he pulls away, his vision is blurred with the sweet sight of your body. His glasses were pressed up over his eyes towards his forehead, leaving the sight of the blood dripping from your neck and down your chest as just a mess of red.

It was chaos in a cup on the verge of overflowing, but his cares seemed to fade as his senses shut down. He was fully drained by you, but you left him with a renewed sense of bliss that finally let him find a restful sleep once you’d helped him out of the chair to lay out on the cool floor.

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A collection of short request drabbles with sleep-themed prompts.

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Alpha Steve and Little One #40

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Alpha Steve and Little One #38

Curtis and Honey #17

Bucky Barnes #30

Alpha Steve and Little One #1 and 3

Andy Barber #7 and 8

Frank Adler #10 and 34

Ari Levinson #40

Nick Gant #43

Steve Rogers #9

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[abbatoirablaze]

Princess & Bunny, Chapter 10

Word Count:  1.8k

Warnings: mentions of knotting, manipulation, mentions of being drugged, a/b/o dynamics, slight breeding kink, implied unprotected sex, foreplay, smut, mentions of triple penetration.

“Hey-hey, relax there, omega.”

Princess whimpered at the strong voice of the alpha as she opened her eyes.  While the light agitated them, she moaned as her nose caught the scent of the room. 

“Mate…”

Her eyes shot open once again as she felt the bed shift.

“Mate…” she replied softly, yet again. 

The alpha in question chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, “good to see that the instant heat pill that Bobby slipped you didn’t do any real damage…”

Her thighs clenched as he sat on the edge of the bed and handed her a steaming mug, “I made some coffee…and breakfast on the desk…then there’s a bottle of water so we can work on getting you rehydrated.”

She frowned when she didn’t see a mark on his  neck. 

“I didn’t…”

“I’m not your mate, sweetheart,” the alpha chuckled dryly, “I’m just watching over you to make sure you’re okay.”

Her heart felt like it plummeted into the pit of her stomach, “oh…but-but the scent?”

“Jake’s!” the alpha said with a sad smile, “he’s your actual mate…last week at the party…when that mark showed up…the two of you-“

“You know who my mate is?”

Andy chuckled at how surprised she sounded.  Placing the coffee on the night table, she turned all of her attention towards him as he agreed, “I do…like I said, you’re in his room.”

“Wh-where is he?  I mean…he must be-“

“He’s almost feral,” Andy admitted sadly, “once the two of you mated…he got nervous and backed out by morning…”

“M-my alpha doesn’t want me?”

While Andy wasn’t her alpha, he felt a sadness tugging at his stomach from the way she spoke, and he violently shook his head, “no-no!  It’s not that Jake doesn’t want you.  Trust me…he does.  He’s just afraid that you’ll reject him!”

She was unable to keep the shock from her features, “Wh-what are you talking about?  He-he’s my alpha.  I have to find him.  Where is he?”

“The rut rooms,” Andy sighed sadly, “he-he’s not in good shape, Princess…I have to let you know that.  Being without you for nearly a week…well that would be enough to drive anyone to mate sickness and becoming feral.”

“Please…I-I have to see him!”

Andy sighed heavily once more, and nodded, before standing from the bed.  He went to the door, but stopped when he didn’t hear her behind him, “are you coming?”

She nodded, quickly making up in her mind that she had to figure out who her ate was.  That she had to see him. 

The house was abnormally quiet as they made their way down to the main floor. 

“W-where is everyone?”

“Classes…” Andy shrugged, “spring break is all but over, after all…”

“And Jake…m-my mate?”

“Like I said,” Andy admitted, “I locked him down here once he started getting sick.  He didn’t want to risk hurting anyone-“

“But he didn’t come for me…”

“Your step-brother’s told all of us a lot about you and your sister,” Andy answered,  “Jake’s not…he’s not your typical fare…and well…you’ve never acknowledged him the entire time you’ve been here…like I said…he was afraid that you’d reject him.”

She nodded, another pang of guilt burying itself in her stomach as Andy led her down to the basement where the rut rooms were.  Most of the doors remained open, a reminder that Jake must have been truly alone in the week that she’d been sleeping around. 

Another pang of guilt. 

But her mind snapped out of it when she heard the door opening.

“Don’t worry…he-he’s bolted to the floor,” Andy called as he let her into the room, “just stay behind the white line on the floor and you’ll be fine…”

“Y-you aren’t coming in with me?”

“I’m another alpha, sweetheart,” he reminded her, “if I go in there-if he sees me with his omega…never mind the fact that he’s the most gentle guy I’ve known…he’s an alpha…and an alpha sick for his omega…he’d shred me to bits…it’s better if just you go in…you’ve been wearing his scent…if anything it will calm him down.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“You’re his mate!” Andy replied with a shrug, “if there’s one person that’ll bring him down from this…it’s you…”

Her eyes met his as he burst into the room, his aura making it feel like the room was on fire.  Johnny pushed her forward onto Colin’s length once again, but the timid alpha was already pulling his frat brother away from the omega, a roar tearing itself from his throat.

“What the fuck, Jensen?”

“Mine!” Jake roared, pushing Colin out of the way.  He stormed towards Lance and Johnny, Johnny still actively fucking her.  Colin went to grab at Jake, but he turned around as soon as his hand landed on his shoulder and he punched Colin. 

A sickening crack filled the room and Colin fell to the floor, cradling his face.

“FUCK!”

“Wait your turn, Jensen,” Lance groaned from beneath the omega as his knot locked into place in her.  She moaned, fucking herself on it even more as her eyes met Jake’s once again.  Her lips parted and she reached forward, pulling the alpha to her with the flick of her wrist.  Jake groaned, torn between the heaven of smelling his mate’s scent, and the hell of knowing two other cocks were still inside of her, “Fucking hell, Jensen, get your cock out of my face.”

His eyes snapped open and he pushed himself away from her lips. 

She needily whined, reaching forward again as Jake grabbed her by her hips, “MINE!”

With a harsh tug he pulled her from both men, the pop of Lance’s knot making the alpha howl in pain as it tugged against her omega’s ridge.

“FUCKING CHRIST!”

“What gives, Jensen?” Johnny spat, already moving himself from the bed.  Jake pulled his shirt off and put it on Princess.

She nuzzled it, before turning her attention back to the man the shirt belonged to.  Her nails scraped playfully along his chest and she nipped at his toned pec.

“Mate,” she whimpered, cozying up to him, “mmm, fuck me, mate.”

“You…”

Jake’s eyes snapped to hers. 

What had once been slight amber rings had tainted the whole of his iris, making them a full golden color.  Princess gasped. 

“Mate…” The huskiness in his voice made her whimper, thighs instinctively clenching together as a wave of slick collected at her entrance.  Jake’s eyes closed as he sniffed at the air.  He licked his lips and gave a shuddery breath, “wh-what are you doing here?”

“A-Andy…” The alpha growled at the mention of another alpha, “he-he stopped Bobby from doing it again.”

“I’ll kill that son of a bitch for doing it in the first place!” Jake growled.  Princess took a step forward.  She felt the instinctive pull from the mating mark, and wanted to comfort him, but he held his hands up to her, “Wh-what are you doing?  Stay back!”

“A-Alpha…”

Jake moaned, hearing her calling him by his designation, “omega…I-I’m dangerous…an-and I can’t promise what’ll happen if-“

“You’re my mate,” she said firmly, stepping over the line, “you won’t hurt me.”

Jake’s jaw clenched as he tried to ignore her scent, tried to ignore the fact that he could smell the slick practically dripping down her thighs.  He growled at her, “mate…get behind the line.”

“That wasn’t an alpha command!” she smirked, admiring the alpha’s bare chest as she stepped further into the room, “which means that you must really not want me to leave…I bet you want me to get closer…don’t you?”

“Omega…if you get any closer…”

“You’ll what,” she teased, knowing that she was playing with fire, “you’ll knot me?”

“I-I need to-you need to shower,” the nervous alpha growled as the playful omega reached forward and stroked him over his boxers, “om-omega…stop.”

“That wasn’t an alpha command,” she giggled drunkenly as she palmed the alpha’s hard cock, “you don’t really want me to stop…do you?”

Jake moaned as she cupped his manhood, “Omega…”

“Come with me alpha,” she begged, dropping to her knees.  Jake gasped as she nuzzled his thigh and her lips started kissing closer and closer to his hardened length, “I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

“Omega, stop,” Jake repeated as he lifted her from the floor.  With one arm wrapped around her waist he turned to turn the shower on, and she distracted herself by nuzzling against his chest and nipping at his pec, “omega…fuck.”

He stumbled back slightly, his back hitting the wall.  She leaned up, nipping at his neck, licking over the swollen mating gland, “my alpha…my mate…so muscular…so sexy…I want your knot alpha…knot me…”

“Y-you don’t mean that!” Jake said nervously as her hand slid into his boxers and she started stroking him.  Jake shifted and she bit down on his shoulder, “PRINCESS!”

“Take me alpha…claim me…knot me…”

“Wanna…” he moaned softly as his hands began to wander her body.  He growled when the shirt blocked his access, and he tore it from her like it was tissue paper.  She moaned again when Jake pulled her to his chest, her frame taut against his as their lips met once more.  He felt her hands slipping down to his boxers before they slid down his thighs and hit the ground with a soft thud, “Princess.”

“Come with me alpha!” she purred, backing away from him.  Jake growled as he watched his naughty little panther slink into the shower.  The water cascaded down her frame and Jake felt another growl pull itself from his throat.  She motioned for him and turned around, bending over ever so slightly so that she was presenting for him, “come take your naughty little omega, alpha…”

“Fuck!” Jake hissed as he started towards his mate, “omega…I’m going to make you mine…”

“Take me…”

“Take me…” she moaned softly against his throat. 

Jake was using every ounce of his willpower to ignore the begging omega in front of him.  He was on his knees, licking his lips like the hungry wolf that he was.  And there she was, teasing him.  Presenting on her hands and knees.  The most seductive of looks on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. 

He could see her wetness glazing her petals. 

And he wanted a taste.

“Omega…” he growled, stalking towards her on his on hands and knees.  Another wave of slick came to her entrance, and a shiver ran down her spine at the sound of his voice, “you’re not going to leave this room until I’m positive there’s a pup in you…I’ll give you one more chance to walk away…”

“I’m  not going anywhere alpha,” she teased, wiggling her ass in front of him.  She leaned down, arching her back even more so that her core was practically in his face, “take your mate alpha…claim me all over again!”

Chapter 11

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @prokey16, @magnificentsaladllama

[foreversecrets]

Gerrymandering

Chapter 1 Hope

Ransom Drysdale x OC (Alice)

Summary: Ransom watched the mates of the pack not with envy but with almost a sense of relief that he dind't have to worry about doing right by his own mate because he met her years ago and purposely pushed her out of his life. But she's his true mate, could they reallly keep apart?

With Steve and Lloyd having successfully found their mates, the brothers had all started taking bets on who would be next, bets were on him. But Ransom knew it wouldn’t be him, because he met his mate long ago and he’d pushed Alice away; she was never coming back and part of him was glad for it. He’d saved her a life of pain and sorrow with him and his shitty family but part of him wonders if she’d be accepted by his new family now. The Thrombey’s would have never welcomed her into the pack but after seeing how Emma and Rebecca had been integrated and cared for he thinks she would have been happy. He hopes that she found an alpha similar to his brothers, someone to take care of her in the ways she deserves.

They’d met freshman year in college, even through the drugs, stress, and alcohol they’d known they were true mates. He’d tried to be a good alpha but even before things got started he knew he couldn’t be good enough for her, probably why he’d never given her his mark. From the get go they poorly matched him, the rich, playboy, asshole coasting through life while she was the fat, struggling, poor girl. Even before they tried dating he warned her fidelity wasn’t his strong suit, but credit where credit is due he remained faithful throughout the entirety of their relationship. One place that had seen eye to eye was never wanting pups, neither of them ever having learned how to be nurturing or loving because their parents had fucked them up enough, they didn’t need to do that to offspring. She had big dreams of being a career woman while he didn’t even know what he wanted to do with his life. 

“Ransom, are you alright?” the tired voice of Emma breaks him from his nostalgia. He looks up at Emma to see the exhaustion on her face. She’s been struggling with the terrible twos and work, Steve’s been doing his best to help around the house when he’s home but he still gets pulled away frequently for missions with the Avengers.

“I’m fine,” he growls out, not really angry at her but angry with himself and all the shit he’s put people through in his life. The pout on Emma’s face makes him sigh in exasperation, “I’m sorry Em, I was just in my own head.”

“Anything I can do to help?” true omega fashion, trying to fix things. 

“Not this time,” he kissed her on the cheek and headed into Sarah’s room to check on the toddler. She’s sleeping soundly finally, she’s been sick-a minor cold but between Sarah being sick and James teething Emma hasn’t had time to herself. Steve is resting now to relieve her soon but with the chaos of their household he, Andy, and Ari have been stopping by to try and give the couple a break. Lloyd and Rebecca are still gone off doing God knows what for their honeymoon, probably taking down drug cartels. 

“Ran, didn’t know you were still here,” Steve yawns exiting the master bedroom and tugging on a t-shirt. “Where’s Em?”

“Kitchen, she’s looking ragged.”

“I’ll get her to bed and take over kid duty, thank you again for stopping by and helping out.” Steve gives him an earnest look before heading towards the kitchen. A sense of longing enters him as he hears the whispered adoration between husband and wife followed by a reminder that he could have had all of this too if he had hung on and waited for Steve to come along to bring him and his omega into his pack.

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Alice smiles down at her daughter, brow furrowed as she struggles with her homework. She’s been having a difficult time with math which luckily for Alice she’s a pro at. Kind of a requirement when you're an accountant, even the kind that works from home. A knock at the front door stops Alice’s staring, investigating she finds the one person she wishes would forget about her and Madison. She opens the door, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Linda, I wasn’t expecting you, please come in.” Alice gestures to the apartment. She knows she doesn’t have to invite Linda Drysdale into the apartment, it's technically hers but she keeps up formalities to keep her happy. 

“Grandma!” Maddy cries in happiness, rushing to the door at having heard Alice speak Linda’s name.

For all her faults, Alice has to admit that Linda has wormed her way into Molly’s heart and developed a true affection for the girl she once thought was going to ruin the perfect image for her family. She’s a good grandmother but a shitty person. Alice plays the cordial but she can’t help the resentment she harbors for the woman who completely controls her life. The rules she follows have been set by Linda in exchange for his financial assistance in raising Maddy. Because of Linda Drysdale she’s never gotten the chance to repair things with her truth, not even been allowed to date because ‘I won’t provide for another bastard pup,’ was thrown in her face. She’s only allowed to work when Maddy is at school but even their Alice has to be there on time everyday for pick up and drop off because ‘Maddy needs constant care, and I give you more than enough to provide for the two of you.’ Linda Drysdale is the worst thing to have ever happened to her but she does have her moments of humanity, mostly centered around Maddy. She’s always available to take Maddy during her heats, while she suffers at home alone barely getting by and she’s never missed anything involving her granddaughter, from school events to holidays she’s always present. But it's just her, no one else knows about Maddy and she’s made damn sure of it.

“Hi pumpkin, grandma missed you.” Linda talks in a baby voice as if Maddy is still a toddler but Maddy just giggles and wraps her arms around Linda affectionately.

“I missed you too!” Linda pats her on the head. “Why don’t you take your homework in your room while your mother and I have a chat?”

Maddy pouts at Linda before sighing and looking to her mother, “If you get stuck on anything, make a note and we can go over it together later.” 

Maddy treks off leaving Alice alone with Linda in the kitchen, Alice trying to avoid whatever bad news Linda has by stirring the spaghetti sauce. But Linda doesn’t even seem phased as she makes herself comfortable at the dining room table, a ‘gift’ Linda had given them when Alice allowed her to take Maddy on a weekend trip a couple years ago.

“Is everything alright?” she breaks the silence for them, knowing Linda is waiting for her to ask. The control freak of Linda wanting the attention and respect Alice so badly wants to refuse. 

“Fine, I just need your help.”

“Of course, anything I can do to help you, you’ve done so much for us.” there’s too much sweetness in her voice, even she can tell it's painfully obvious she’s forcing it.

“Cheer up, you’re getting what you always wanted, a chance to reconcile with my son and introduce him to his daughter.”

Alice drops the wooden spoon, her gaze falling on Linda as she waits for an explanation. She’s begged and pleaded for years for Linda to at least allow Ransom the knowledge he is a father, even if she wouldn’t let Alice see him. The night she ‘broke’ his heart by storming out of a Thrombey family dinner and running away from Ransom the constant excuse for why Linda didn’t want Alice in Ransom’s life. Truly that night had been the night Ransom broke her heart and it wasn’t until her roommate in college helped her see another perspective that she realized Ransom pushed her away out of some selfless act to protect her from his shitty family. When she’d tried to reach him she was met with the immovable wall that is Linda, and when she found out she was pregnant Linda had tried to force her into terminating the pregnancy. It was in those months, the reasons Emma had given her made the most sense of Ransom’s actions.

“What?”

“Ransom has cut all ties with his family, you are going to make him see reason and if he does I will allow Madison to be part of his life.”

“You’ll allow it? And what if Ransom wants nothing to do with us? More than likely he will resent me for keeping this from him all these years when I never really had a choice in the matter, did i?” she snaps.

“Watch your tone with me you little bitch. I can-”

“Yeah, yeah, take everything away from me but you know what I’m starting to think. A life of struggling is much preferred to having my life controlled by a narcissist like you.”

Before Alice can react Linda is up from her chair a stinging on her cheek indicating she’d been struck. “Now I’m going to allow that outburst because I understand this is a delicate situation. But you are going to bring Madison to this address at this time for a party.”

Alice looks down at the piece of paper, her confusion evident on her face. “This is Emma’s address.”

“My son joined her husband’s pack years ago,” Linda looks confused now. “How do you know Emma Rogers?”

“She’s my best friend.”

“So you haven’t been keeping away from my son.” she accuses.

“I haven’t seen him since that night, I didn’t know he was in her pack, she never talks about him. She didn’t even know we were ever together.”

“Well then you showing up for the party shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, should it?”

“Please Linda, let me go without Maddy. It will do more harm than good for both of them. The shock of learning he has a daughter will probably force him to withdraw from me too and introducing Maddy to her father only to have him ripped from his life again will destroy her.” The begging is back again, Linda had taken her pride long ago but having to beg this woman still hurts her more than anything. Which is probably why Linda actually listens to her argument and concedes. 

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When she arrived Emma was pleasantly surprised, they’d texted about the party for Sarah’s birthday but as Linda wasn’t fond of some of Steve’s friends-specifically Bucky, Emma hadn’t bothered to invite her knowing it would be a no. Emma didn’t know names or who was involved but they’d been close friends since their freshman year in college when they shared a dorm room, so she’d endured all the venting Alice had done throughout the years and grew to hate Linda just as much as Alice. But Emma understood the need to provide for one child, there isn’t anything she wouldn’t do for Sarah or James and one of those kids wasn’t even talking yet. Alice placed Sarah’s gift on the proper table and blended into the background, content to observe Ransom as he interacted with the children present. When Linda explained Ransom had been part of Steve Rogers pack for the past five years but only over that last six months did he completely block everyone from his family apart from Harlan. A big no-no in Linda’s book which is why she was almost desperate to get back into her son's life. 

He’d been thinking of Alice a lot recently, so he assumed his mindle was manifesting that cedra and honeysuckle scent that was entirely her. He didn’t look for her in the crowd because he knew she wouldn’t be there but what would he say if she were here? I’m less of an ass now, let's try again? Or maybe explain he had a family that would respect and genuinely care for her, welcoming her into the fold simply because they were kind people. He’d just taken James from Steve so he could help Emma serve cake when he saw what he thought was a hallucination but he was entirely sober. No drugs or alcohol since Steve and Andy had helped him get clean years ago before bringing him into the pack. That couldn’t be Alice staring at him from the other room, barely enough line of sight from the dinning room to the living for him to make out those brown doe eyes he’d been so fond of. 

“Ransom,” she said softly, he shouldn’t have been able to hear her from the other room but that’s all he could hear. 

“Andy, take James.” Ransom ordered, passing the infant off to Andy before rushing into the living room and grasping the shoulders of his imagination. “You're real.” he breathed.

“Yeah,” she chuckled. “Hi Ran.”

“How are you here?”

“That’s a complicated story but I’m just on my way out.” Alice tried to pull away but he refused to let her go a second time. Instead he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her chestnut hair to hide the few tears that slipped. “Ransom I can’t do this, you’re so happy I can’t participate in hurting you even if it costs me.”

He pulled back enough to meet her gaze, “You could never hurt me, please let's get out here, sit down and talk. So much has changed-”

“Ransom, you’re mother sent me here to coax you into opening a dialogue with her again but you’re so happy here I can’t help bring toxicity back in your life.”

“My mother? You are in contact with my mother.” he took a step back connecting dots. “How much is she paying you?” he growled out. “Never seemed like a gold digger before but things really must have changed.”

“Don’t you dare!” She raised her voice enough to earn the attention of the married Rogers pair. “I have endured so much shit because of your mother, you don’t get to paint me as the shallow villain.”

“So you are taking money from her,” he pushed her away from him. 

“Ransom! That’s enough!” Emma snapped coming to check on Alice before narrowing her eyes at Ransom, understanding registering as all the stories Alice had ever told her clicked into place. “She has done what she had to in order to support-”

“What happened to that fancy degree you were so insistent on? Decided you didn’t want to work so you could just siphon money from my mother.”

“I did it for your fucking daughter you asshole!” Alice screamed, everyone's attention on them now making her trying to calm her tone and tears. “I have endured so much humiliation, abided by her absurd and invasion rules, all to properly provide for your daughter I was forbidden from telling anyone about. So don’t you dare diminish my character Hugh.”

It was like they had never been apart as Ransom felt every ounce of her pain even as she rushed away. Ransom couldn’t focus on anything but the fact that he had a kid he’d never known about. Steve’s pleas for him to go after Alice went unacknowledged, with Emma’s urging Steve went after Alice while Emma sat Ransom down and tried to explain things. Emma Mentals kicks herself for never having pieced this together before, a wealthy family in this area that had connections in New York where she’d been relocated by the mother of her true mate she’d never see again. 

“Ransom,” Emma’s soft voice drew his attention to her features but he wasn’t sure he was actually hearing her. “Alice has endured years of having no control of her life because of your mother. She’d told me something happened and when she went to make amends with you, your mother threatened her with legal actions to keep her at bay. When she found out she was pregnant your mother tried to bribe her into getting rid of it.”

“What?” tears are falling freely down his face now as he processes the information.

“I remember asking her why she decided to keep the kid, she was adamant that if she couldn’t have you, she could at least have a part of you. So, she kept Madison in doing so Linda took full control of her life. In exchange for house, medical insurance, and really no financial stress at all Alice had to follow every request, endure verbal harassment-though I saw that bruise on her cheek bone and I think there may be physical abuse as well.”

“Request, what request?”

“Alice wasn’t allowed to tell anyone who the father was, she’s not allowed to date, she has to abide by a strict social schedule, she’s only allowed to work four hours a day, she can only go out without Madison once a month and even that is usually taken away. The only time Linda truly lets her have alone time is when she’s in heat and she even has strict rules for her to follow on that.”

“She can’t fuck with an omega’s heat.” Ransom growls, his mothers an alpha but surely even she knows how sensitive those times are.

“Alice hasn’t been allowed to have a sexual partner since she agreed to keep the pup, and Linda won’t let her get any toy or aides because she didn’t want Madison accidentally stumbling upon the items.”

“That’s cruel.”

“So, maybe now that we all know, we can help her out of that situation.” Emma reassures.

“You can’t,” Alice whispers, her eyes are red and puffy. She looks exhausted as she leans against Steve, whose eyes are focused on his wife now looking for clues to know what to do. “Linda said if I ever tried to end our arrangement she’d take Maddy away from me.” The tears are back, her voice is thick but she maintains her composure. “I can’t afford the legal teams she can to keep her and Maddy is all I have.”

Steve sends Ransom a look, nodding his head towards Alice trying to convey what he should do and say but Ransom hesitates. He’s not sure he deserves another chance with her, not sure he deserves to meet the kid she’s raised. Maddison is no doubt better off without him around fucking up her life but there’s that look in Alice’s eyes, that look that she’s reserved for since they met. It's a look that says she completely trusts him and relies on him for a feeling of security, that she sees his flaws and would still choose him every time. 

“Andy!” Ransom shouts drawing the other man into the room, still holding James with a mock confusion look on his face as if everyone hasn’t been listening in. “What can we do?”

“I would need to see the documents of Alice’s agreement with Linda but as a grandparent, unless she can produce clear evidence of Alice’s shortcomings as a mother, the probability of her getting full custody is slim.”

“I’ve never had legal trouble or a substance abuse problem and my whole life revolves around my daughter but anytime I make a decision Maddy doesn’t like she calls Linda with those fake tears… Linda records those calls.”

“So what you're saying is my mother doesn’t even let you raise our kid?” Ransom’s rage is for his mother but he can’t help feeling a little resentment at her for not telling him. He couldn’t have provided for them just as easily as Linda has without the restrictions. He reminds himself the last thing he said to her that night was cruel, ‘I could never love a fat, poor, bitch. It's been fun but it runs its course.’ Why would she reach out to him after he’d insulted her with her insecurities and her deepest fears? 

“I can’t lose her Ransom, I already lost you and practically all my friends-my family.”

“She doesn’t let you see your family?” Steve’s grunts, his anger rising too. Alice shakes her head no.

Ransom approached wrapping his arms around her, “You don’t have to do this alone anymore, maybe it was fate that brought you here today because you are all I’ve been thinking about lately. How I would make amends for past transgressions and finally give you my mark and now you're here and I have that chance and a kid I need to get to know. Say the word and I’ll help you get through this with or without us rekindling our bond.” She buries her face into his chest breathing deeply of his scent and nodding against his chest. “Andy, can my girl get that family discount?”

“I don’t typically do family law.” The pleading in Ransom, Emma, and Steve’s eyes are unnecessary because Andy is already thinking of contacts he can reach out to assist. “I have a few friends who owe me favors, I’ll call them up and get their assistance on this, in the meantime I suggest you pack up anything Linda hasn’t purchased and relocate you and your daughter.”

“I don’t have the funds to move, and New York is expensive.” Alice sighs looking over to Andy but not removing herself from Ransom’s arms.

“I have a nice place, I can convert one of the guestrooms into a room for Madison and …” he doesn’t want to assume she’ll welcome the idea of a shared bed but he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his chosen family. “There is more than enough room for you and Madison at my place.”

“Ran-” she starts but when she meets his gaze, it's almost like she’s back to her freshman year in college meeting her mate for the first time. She leans up and forces a kiss to his lips, Ransom only takes a second to reciprocate. It's clear from the way they move against one another she’s out of practice but he still remembers what to do to make her melt in his arms. A throat clears and they break apart, “thank you.”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.” he promises. 

With the mood now settling, Ari and Lloyd let the three year old Sarah enter the room following behind her. “So we're going to talk about how I won the bet?” Lloyd asks.

“Technically you didn’t win Lloyd,” Ransom moves himself and Alice to the couch for her to sit on his lap. “Alice and I met in college so I met my mate long before anyone else here.”

“A technicality since she doesn’t bare your mark.” Ari points out.

“I’ll rectify that tonight if she’ll let me,” he looks at her, surprised when she nods, not even hesitating to consider.

“Uh, Ransom, I hate to burst that bubble but there are rules you’re forgetting.” Rebecca looks uncomfortable as she reminds everyone. 

“She’s the mother of my kid.” Ransom counters.

“Laurie is the mother of mine,” Andy reminds solemnly.

“Are you really going to deny me my true mate?” Ransom asks.

“I’ve known Alice for some time now, she has my blessing.” Steve offers a reassuring smile to the confused omega sitting in his brother's lap. 

“That’s great for you but this is the first time the rest of us are meeting her.” Ari reminds me.

“It only took you twenty minutes to approve of Emam.” Ransom accuses.

“And it took three months before anyone would budge on Becca.” Lloyd reminds him. “We need time to get to know her and make up our minds.”

“No, you decide here and now because if you reject her you reject me.” Ransom stands, placing Alice back in his seat. “I came into this pack-”

“Ran no!” Alice pops up understanding what he is about to do. “Ransom they are your family, they make you happy. I’m not going to be the source of tension between you and them, I can” hear lip trembles. “I’ve been dealing with Linda for 8 years, I can handle another 10.”

“I’m not letting you go back there.” 

Ransom barks at the same time Ari shouts.

“She has my blessing,” curious looks from the others. “She clearly puts his happiness above her own, she wasn’t even going to do what Linda sent her here to do. When Ransom spotted her she tried to run out to the front door so he wouldn’t get to her.”

“No one has to be unhappy in this situation.” Lloyd sighs. “I give my blessing.”

All eyes turn to Andy, “I’m sorry Ran, I’ll help with the custody battle with your mom, I’ll help with the move, I’ll support the relationship but I’m not ready to give my blessing right now. It was because of a kid Laurie and I got married and mated in the first place so I can’t, not yet.”

Before Ransom can rebuff him Alice speaks up, “we understand, thank you. We don’t have to be mated yet but you truly won’t mind me being with Ransom?”

“Hey he’s your problem now.” Andy tries to joke before retreating, remorse washing over him as memories burn in his eyes. 

“Alice, come home with me tonight, we can figure things out and come up with a game plan for how to handle my mother."

[biteofcherry]

Quick musing round! How do they like receiving/giving oral with alpha!Ari, mafia!Steve and Dom!Andy?

oh boy 😳 you guys are going for all things horny with your asks 😂 no one's asking about fave drinks, or fruit, or flowers 🤣

fiiiiine, have it your dirty way

Alpha!Ari is a whole primal beefcake, so for him the messier the better; receiving: wants you to try taking him whole and encourages you with praise combined with utter filth, it doesn't have to be a fast rough pace for Ari, but each push he makes sure his sack touches your chin, he makes you choke on his cock and watches tears stream down your face, joining dribbles of drool on your chin, and he definitely makes you swallow every drop; giving: he's wild about it, holding you firmly in place as he ravishes you with open mouthed kisses, tongue dipping in then lapping at your clit mercilessly, he can lash his tongue on your sensitive nub for so long you cry from overstimulation, and if you want him to use fingers you have to beg for it, there's also a bite or ten (on your puffy folds and right over your swollen clit), he goes at it until you go hoarse and then sucks a hickey on your mound or right at the top of your thigh

Mafia!Steve is a charming gentleman, but he's ruthless in his ruling over his crime empire and over you; receiving: just the sight of you on your knees before him gets him going, so he lets you do your sweet licking and kissing and sucking technique all the while praising you, then orders you to touch yourself but don't come as he cups the sides of your face and pushes deep deep in, he takes pauses so you can catch a breath, he's sweet like that, then the last few strokes he keeps shallow with your mouth wide open because he wants to watch his cum pool on your tongue (sometimes he'll make you hold it for a bit before he tells you to swallow); giving: if Steve goes down on you it's a full feast, that sexual act is never a quickie, he'll build you up slowly but so good that a single flick of his tongue on your clit in the right moment sends you over the edge, he likes to use his fingers to spread your folds so he can lick deeper, switches tongue and finger over your clit and in your hole, he goes methodically from tongue alone to one finger to two then three and each time you come harder

Dom!Andy (who got resurrected from the abyss of my dusty memory lol) is a damn virtuoso of all things sexual; receiving: he'll take your mouth however he wishes, sometimes just warming himself in your drool-filling mouth until it starts leaking and splashing on your chest, other times fucking it in deep, steady strokes, he's the one who teaches you how to take him to the root, you're always bound too and can't do anything but to take him anyway, but there's a lot of praise included, and he always makes you thank him for his cum after he comes down your throat; giving: again, you're tied one way or another, if not completely bound to a bed or bench then your wrists are tied to your ankles, or a spreader bar prevents you from closing your legs an inch, Andy uses everything about his mouth as a tool to ruin you - lips kissing, tongue licking and flicking, teeth scraping, he blows air on your engorged clit, he uses his fingers too, slides them inside your pussy, but sometimes will pinch your clit while he drives his tongue into your hole, other times he'll have a finger in your ass while he eats your cunt, again you're supposed to cry out a thank you for every orgasm he gives

[pandafishao3]

We have always lived in the castle (but you are not a princess)

Pairing: Andy Barber x Charles Blackwood

Fandoms: Defending Jacob, We have always lived in the castle

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega, Omegaverse, Alpha Andy Barber, Omega Charles Blackwood, Spanking, Punishment, Discipline, Bondage, Orgasm Control, Scent Marking, Piss Marking, Come Marking, Bratting, Public Humiliation, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Belts, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting, Sub Charles Blackwood, Dom Andy Barber, Dom/sub, Restraints, Alternate Universe - 1960's, Watersports

Summary: Ever since Andy brought his new omega back to the Barber mansion, he's realized that Charles is somewhat of a spoiled little brat who rather makes the maids do his chores than learn to do them on his own. One day, the alpha has enough and decides to bring out the heavier breeding bench and place it in the garden to give Charles the spanking of his lifetime. Well, at least it starts as a spanking.

This was another commission for @aureliawolferstein who keeps inspiring me to write very dirty things which we adore. If you want a commission as well, all the info is in my pinned post :) Happy reading!

[steviebbboi]

just re-read this -- one of the first a/b/o series that i've read on tumblr when seeking great CE fics! Hit just as hard as it did when I first disovered this fic :)

Love On The Brain

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Summary: There were 6 of them, and they were as devoted to you as any alpha had ever been to an omega. They were all here for you, and even though it would have sent the omega’s from history straight to the grave with the ‘sexual immorality’ you were about to be immersed in, you couldn’t find shame in the act.

In fact, shame was the least of your concerns. You had 6 alpha’s and they had one omega.

That was the nature of alpha/omega relationships now. Omega’s had been hunted, had nearly gone extinct from the universe after a few powerful alpha’s got a wicked idea in their heads. These powerful alpha’s had construed that instead of having a functional relationship between alpha’s and omega’s, they could hunt them down and sell them.

Adaptation had occurred, rules were set into place.

In order to keep an omega safe, they would be part of this reverse harem, this safety net of alpha’s who would keep their omega protected and care for them.

You had 6, other omega’s had more, some had less.

“They’re all here for you.”

Every one of them was massive in size and stature, every one of them was powerful.

And they were yours.

[shamrockqueen]

Grizzly : Chapter 5

Pairing : Alphas Andy Barber/Curtis Everett/Jake Jensen x omega reader

Warnings : maximum angst, references to smut

Word count : 2194

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Summary : Being a homeless omega was extremely dangerous, which was why you had chosen to take shelter in the nearby woods instead of out in any of the towns. You happen upon not one, not two, but three alpha brothers, marking each day more dangerous than the last.

The cabin was cold, and the chill of the wooden floor seeped straight through his bones. Andy had been awake for some time, only to continue to lay in the new nest of sheets and watch you sleep.

At least he hoped you were sleeping. The white of your eye was still slightly visible, with the possibility that your irises had rolled up into your head some time in the night. But you were breathing, and your scent and body language remained calm.

Soon he’d have to clean up his mess with a damp towel, but he feared that if he left your side, you would begin to squirm and whine again.

The sheet and pillow below your neck were deeply stained with smears of red, with whatever was dry still caked into the back of your hair.

For Andy, the wound on his hand had tried to clot, but some blood still flowed. He had to ball up his hand in the sheet to apply pressure to the cut left on his palm. That would have to be cleaned up as well. He still couldn’t believe he’d crushed that glass cup with the clench of his fist.

The things that a heat can drive an alpha or omega to do can often be pretty dangerous. But he was truly stunned at how you’d stripped away his humanity and hadn’t lifted a single finger.

He was a smart man, wasn’t he?

He’d been in control of intense situations before, and yet he crumbled like loose stones under the quake of your cries in the night. He fell hard to your desperate omega.

When he threw the bloodied top linen in the wash. It was nice that the old machines still worked. There he found the stained sheets from your previous bite. The deep crimson of the other bedding stained his eyes as much as it did the fabric.

That poor omega had two bites to carry; it’s a miracle you didn’t bleed out in his arms last night.

He eventually abandoned the idea of cleaning his mistake from the sheets and climbed the old basement stairs back up to the main house. He turned towards the bedroom, where you still lay on the floor with the blankets he left for you. He waited in the doorway, catching your subdued scent, before leaving and walking into the bathroom.

The image in the mirror that awaited him was the most sickening sight he could behold. Blood smeared along his jaw so that it was almost caked in his beard. He tried to scrub at it with his nails more violently than intended, but it stained his skin like a permanent mark of his sin against both you and his brother.

The mirror showed more than just the evidence of his crimes. He has never looked less like himself in his entire life. He had bags under his now-sunken eyes, clammy skin, and an uncomfortable sweat running along his neck that made him feel like something not human anymore.

Andy was letting you drain him, and he had become unbearably weak.

Where Curtis fulfilled the role of protector, the dog that guards your door in the night and carries you on its back when you can no longer walk, Andy provided emotional comfort.

You gave Curtis energy that would spur him into tending to you and your environment, but it was Andy who gave you energy to fend off the heat and let you sleep.

You had drained him like a greedy leech, and although he had fought to his fullest extent, he wanted nothing more than to feel your omega around him, even at his own expense.

Andy gripped one side of the sink, as his other hand was still fairly tender. It would have to be tended to, but first he’d have to remember where the first aid kit was. He dropped down to check the cupboards under the sink to find the little red plastic case that probably didn’t hold anything more than ointment for insect bites and some bandages, but something was better than nothing.

He’d have no such luck finding any sutures, so a little ointment, some gauze, and tape would have to go a long way as he patched his hand with what little he had.

He cleans up the sink and looks back at the mirror. His beard was still dirty, but there wasn’t any time for a proper shower, or at least he didn’t feel like it right now.

He padded back over to the bedroom to find you still lying there on the floor. He didn’t bother to move you; he just slipped under the blankets beside you instead. At the back of your neck are the remnants of his bite, still staining your skin and not too far from the scar his brother left behind.

Curtis’ bite was deep and had started to scab over already, but Andy’s mark was fresh.

Andy felt low, lower than at any other moment in his life. The pangs of shame and guilt hit harder as he watched your breathing quicken, even as you slept.

He had much better control over himself now, but both his body and his brain knew you still needed comfort from him, so he curled closer to you on the floor and let your scent lull him to sleep once again.

His brother would not find such comfort the night prior. After his bumpy car ride into town had him teetering from awake to barely there, By the time Jake finally got him to a hospital and pulled his older brother out of the car, the knot in Curtis’ stomach had twisted so hard it snapped. Luckily, he hadn’t eaten much, so when the small contents of his stomach spilled out onto the ground, it didn’t make too large of a mess.

It did worry Jake to a greater degree as he had to lead the older man around the puddle of puke and into the entrance of the ER. He goes right up to the lady at the front desk and conveys the emergency to her in full expression: "He has a concussion; he needs to be admitted."

"Okay, what’s his full name and date of birth?" The desk clerk asks as she begins opening the check-in screen on her computer.

"Curtis E. Evans, DOB October 21st, 1991." Jake answers as he readjusts his hold on his brother.

The nurse behind the desk taps away on her computer before questioning further, "OK..and has he been a patient with us before?"

"Uh..I don’t think so."

"Ok, then do you have his insurance information?"

"I don’t see how that fucking matters right now; he has a goddamn concussion!" The level of red tape started to agitate the young man, while the clerk's attitude towards the situation remained unchanged.

"Sir, please lower your voice. We are only following protocol." She hands Jake a clipboard to the hand not holding up his brother and tells him, "Go have a seat, and he will be called when a bed is ready."

Jake snatched the clipboard with his good hand and shuffled his brother to the waiting area, just to get called before he could set the larger man down in a seat. Jake could finally breathe a sigh of relief as the awaiting nurses pulled his brother onto a gurney to wheel him behind a curtain. Jake followed closely behind as the hospital worked around Curtis.

It was a blur as he filled out the rest of the paperwork and answered the nurse’s questions. Curtis ended up with a stitch or two on his forehead and was given a 24-hour watch. Jake tried to call Andy with no answer, deepening his worry for his eldest brother. He didn’t know whether the old phone in the cabin still worked, and even if it did, he didn’t have its number, so all that was left to do was wait.

For a while, after the staff had cleared the area, it was silent aside from the beeping of Curtis’ monitor and the stray cough from any nearby patients left out of sight of either brother.

But, as Jake stared at the gauze wrapped around his brother’s head, he noticed him stir and blink agitatedly at the overhead light. A gruff "Where am I?" Was grumbled into the air as he turned to the younger man.

Jake was silent for a second as he took in his brother's voice before answering. "We’re in the emergency room." His throat felt sore as he tried to swallow down a small wave of sadness.

Curtis’ eyes opened more widely to take in the sterile surroundings, and it made the air in the curtained area feel thin.

"Where is she?" His voice was low and weak as he asked after the omega.

"We left her behind..we... We didn’t know what was going on." Jake spoke as calmly as he could muster as he watched his brother's eyes fill with unspilled tears.

"Why didn’t you tell us you had a new omega?" Jake tried to decipher the emotions that washed over the other man’s face. Neither he nor Andy would have ever imagined that their brother would bond with a new omega, not after losing his mate. But at the very least, they would have been understanding.

Curtis can only breathe, trying to get as much oxygen in as he can before the room starts to spin. "I didn’t…"

"She..was just there…she had broken in, and I found her, and I…" the dam broke, and he spilled his pain down his face in a bead of hot tears as the last of his words choked him.

Jake waits, wanting desperately for his brother to find his voice again. But, he could only hold it in for so long before asking, "What happened?"

The question holds heavy between them as Curtis fights off the weight in his chest.

"You can tell me, man. I swear you could tell me anything, no matter what..please." Jake soothes him as best as he can, but he’s in awe and is a bit scared by the sight of Curtis crying; he’s never seen either of his brothers cry, or at least can never remember a time that he had.

Curtis tried to cough the knot in his throat loose before he had to tell the tale of horror that unfolded for this poor omega girl.

"I-I showed up to get the cabin in order…she was there, and her heat just filled the whole room. I couldn’t think; I barely knew where I was, and…and.." His jaw clenched in protest of the admission, but the need for the truth outweighed it, and Curtis spoke plainly and said, "I hurt that girl, Jake."

"Oh, my god," Jake sighed uncomfortably under his breath. His eyes grew wide as the world around them spun out of control.

"Curtis..you didn't."

"I knotted her…she was screaming…" He rubbed his hand over his face as he continued, "And then we just drowned in it."

"Oh god. Jake, I hurt that girl."

"Curtis, please, there has to be more to it."

"I ra…"

"Stop!" Jake was standing now, holding onto the bed rail. Whatever Curtis thinks he did, there’s no way it was true. He hoped there had to be more to what happened. The Curtis he knew wouldn’t commit such a heinous crime.

"We’re gonna get you some medicine to fight off whatever happened to you. We’re gonna get you better, and whoever this girl is, we're gonna take care of her, I swear." Jake wanted to reach out and hug his older brother, just to make the world stop moving so fucking fast.

"We’re gonna figure this out, ok?" Jake knew that whatever Curtis was talking about sounded terrible, but he loved his brother, and right now he wanted to be there for him.

It would be a long 24 hours until he could bring his brother back to the cabin. There wasn’t anywhere else Jake could take him, and without his new ‘mate' Curtis’ alpha blood boiled uncomfortably under his skin.

Many times in the night, his mood would swing in and out of control. From crying to screaming and demanding to be released to just staring blankly at the nearby wall, hoping it would all just end The worst of it was around 1am. Curtis shot upright out of bed and tried bolting out of the room, the IV still firm in his veins, as Jake lept after him.

He lost control. He was screaming, but he didn’t make it far. The nurses rushed after him as he fell to his knees, pain radiating through his veins like acid. He couldn’t breathe, and in his last few breaths before collapsing, he mumbled, "omega..no."

A chain had been pulled tighter and tighter the further he was from you, and something, someone had rattled it.

The rest of the night ahead would be spent twitching and tossing in a stiff hospital bed, unaware of what his brother had just done to the omega.

@openup-yourmind

Chapter 6

[foreversecrets]

Their Girls Masterlist

Waking up from the ice, Steve manages to form a new pack with his found brothers Ari, Andy, Lloyd, and Ransom the tricky part is finding their omegas.

Uncompromising - Steve Rogers x OC (Emma Dotson)

Chapter 1: The Broken Healer

Chapter 2 Mending Prespective

Chapter 3 Determination

Whistleblower - Lloyd Hansen x OC (Rebecca Wilson)

Chapter 1: Home Invasion

Gerrymandering - Ransom Drysdale . OC (Alice)

Chapter 1: Hope

[buckets-and-trees]

As one of the Christmas presents, your Alpha promises to fulfill one of your fantasies, or introduce you to a kink you secretly wanted to try. What is it and how he's going about it? Does he surprise you with it? Or did you plan to make a special night of it?

Okay, not an alpha, but...

well...

I couldn't get this idea out of my head...

Fandom: Chris Evans Characters Title: Make Her Glow Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 986

Content Warnings: bondage, established coerced marriage, breeding kink

Logistical Notes: I think technically this is ... going to be a collection now. Sequel to I'm Your Man and a moment from their honeymoon. I just can't resist this Andy (and neither can you, dear reader).

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The domestic elements were incredibly important to Andy. He knew they were vital to building a happy, long-lasting relationship between husband and wife, and he wanted nothing less than that for both of you. Putting up the Christmas tree had been something he’d insisted on doing together, just the two of you, the day after Thanksgiving.

He’d driven the pair of you to the nicest tree lot, walked around holding your hand until he knew the two of you had found a tree you truly liked, then paid to have it delivered to your home after lunch. He had you direct the delivery men to put it exactly where you wanted it. He had helped you string it with lights, then decorate with garland and ornaments. You were still guarded – he had broken down many, but not all, of your walls, but it had been a good day.

But by far the most valuable thing from putting up the tree together had been the lights. He saw sheer, unadulterated delight shine through your eyes the first time they lit up. It was the passion he’d seen on your face so frequently during the first weeks he knew you – it’s what made him know he had to have you, and he loved seeing it again.

Each night, you had very easily let him hold you on the couch, all the other lights off, and sit together in the glow from the white lights of the tree. He had pulled so much more out of you each of those nights – memories, wants, dreams, worries.

He always knew you would work.

He knew you knew the two of your would work.

The soft glow of those lights had made you impossibly softer and warmer to him, and he fucking loved it.

But he hadn’t exploited that knowledge until tonight.

Having finally sent all the house guests home, you were turning off all the lights, and about to collapse onto the couch, but he intercepted you a step away from your destination, and tugged you gently upstairs. You knew not to fight him.

He knows you don’t want to fight him; you’re only holding onto small pieces of resisting him because he’s slowly been disarming every last piece of you, making you more and more vulnerable to becoming completely swept away by him.

He closes the bedroom door and then leads you to the bed. He slowly unzips your simple but beautiful party dress from behind, and you shrug it down your shoulders. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you can’t suppress a shiver. Then he unclasps your bra, and you let that fall to the floor, too. He slides a finger into the waistband of your lacey underwear on either side of your hips and pulls them gently down. You step out of them without direction.

He spanks you, just once, but it elicits the short, gasping moan he loves to draw from you.

“Up on the bed now,” he instructs.

“Yes, Andy,” your voice is soft, and you crawl up obediently.

“On your back in the middle of the mattress.”

As you move into place, you watch him, and he reaches for a box he left under the bed a few hours earlier.

Andy places the box on the bedside table, and first pulls out a thick, forest green satin ribbon.

He climbs up on the bed next to you. “Hold up your hands, wrists together for me.”

Despite everything else up to this point, he’s never physically bound you before.

Although he can see the evidence of your breathing speed up with the rise and fall of your chest, he’s incredibly pleased that you do exactly as he says, surrendering without a fuss. He wraps the ribbon around your wrists and forearms, then strokes your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

He moves back to the box, pulls out one end of the string, plugs it into the socket, and you gasp as a full string of white lights comes to life. Andy smiles and turns off the rest of the lights in the room.

Ten minutes later when he’s wrapped the lights around your arms – right over where the ribbons were first placed because he did want to protect your precious skin from being uncomfortable – and then bound you up to the headboard, where he strung the rest of the lights back and forth between the bedposts, and emerges naked from the large master closet, he fully appreciates the warm glow of the lights just as you have the lights from the tree. He more than gets it now.

Joining you once more on the bed, he runs his hands up your thighs, then guides them open and kneels between them.

“You’re so pretty like this, wife.”

You’re wet for him. Waiting for him.

“You want one more Christmas gift?” he asks, his eyes moving up your body to meet your eyes.

You let out a small, whimpered, “Yes,” and he smiles again. “Please,” you add.

“And I think it’s time we start really working on one more gift for me,” he says. He moves one hand to your hip and places the other solidly over your womb. “I’m done waiting to see you growing with my child, and it’s too perfect that you’re ovulating.”

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens just a little.

He smirks. “You think I really wouldn’t know something like that? Well, if you’re going to act dumb, I’ll just oblige and fuck you dumb. But, goddamn, you should know how perfect and beautiful you look for me just like this. Glowing under these lights? Perfection."

He leans down to kiss you. His lips move against yours, easily, he licks into your mouth, and you moan. He doesn't relent until you're breathless, and arching up beneath him.

"Now let’s make it so you glow for another reason.”

I make no apologies for this.

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[navybrat817]

Oh, I need a feral Andy to hunt me down and take me right then and there. 🔥

I saw this blog

So…how about a headcannon for CE Characters in werewolf au? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

It's full moon afterall, time for making baby😌💖

pairing - alpha!andy barber x reader

word count - 1.7k

warnings - 18+, explicit smut, feral andy is a warning himself

a/n - ok this is definitely not what you asked for as it turned more into an alpha/omegaverse thing since I know  n o t h i n g  about wolves. whoops lol

Andy. Your darling hubby Andy. Being a lawyer takes up a lot of his time, and being around people so much causes him to get caught up in the human world. The full moon approaches quicker than he anticipated. The stressful nature of his job, his inner wolf pent up from the lack of action, and you. His sweet wife who smells so fucking nice.

After a successful trial verdict, all it takes is for him to step onto your front porch to smell you, your scent strong enough for him to recognize the lavender and burnt sugar in an instant. His wife, His mate.

You could smell him before he entered. Your hindbrain going into overdrive as his overpowering scent of amber, teakwood, and a dash of cashmere, starts to permeate the air. Shit... he is in rut. Turning off the television, you hear the door slam open. Your heart pounds in your chest and you wait for the sound of rapid footsteps down the hall. 

Just as you’re about to rise from the couch he growls your name. Deep and urgent. Goosebumps scatter along your arms as the hair on the back of your neck rise. 

“Run.”

Without turning around, you sprint out the back patio door and into the array of trees behind your home. He gives you a moment to run before losing all rational thought, his primal instinct taking over. 

Take, take, take. 

Running through the trees, he easily followed your route, your scent mixing with the trees and soil. Wanting to enjoy the trill of the chase, Andy continues to stay a few steps behind as he follows you. 

Winding through the forest you try to hide behind a tree. Hearing a branch snap from somewhere behind the bushels of green, your breath hitches in your throat. You don’t dare move a muscle as he slowly revealing himself from behind.

You have been there for years to help Andy through his ruts, but this. This is something different. You take in your husbands’ feral state, his large hands in tight fists against his side, his jacket long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt are popped off, the stain of dirt and earth grazing across his chest. 

His deep blue eyes rake over you, pressed tightly against the large tree in just your nightie. 

“Alpha?” you question, trying to find another way to escape, before he closes in to your space with two large steps. Feeling the heat come off his body, you lick your suddenly dry lips. “I told you to run didn’t I? What if it wasn’t me at the door? What if it was a big, bad, man who wanted to take a bite out of my sweet wife?”. You hear the familiar clinks of his belt before he pulls it off in one swift motion. You could’t miss the size of his bulge, growing more excited with every passing second. So close you could almost taste it. Taste him. 

“What if some monster caught you, hmm? They would never let you go.” His voice deepens as he exposes his swollen cock, thick and leaking. You try to move, your chest rapidly rising and falling, he cages you in. “And neither will I.”

He pounces on you.

Unable to wait any longer, he shoves your nightie up your waist, before twisting your panties to the side and slapping your bare cunt. “Present for me, omega.”

Quickly twisting yourself onto all fours, grinding your ass against him, you silently beg for his cock. Without saying a word, he lines up his hard cock against your sopping wet pussy, before pushing in with one firm, hard, stroke. His broken moan matching your sob of relief.

“That’s it ‘mega, such a good fucking slut.” He breaths out, easing out of you painfully slow, inch by inch, before slamming right back in. His firm grip on your hips allows him to angle deep into your belly as he watches himself disappear into your tight hole stretched around his cock.

“Oh god, o-oh fuck, alpha please.” You struggle to keep yourself upright, he continues to pound into you. The new angle pressing the tip of his cock right against your sensitive spot until you’re a babbling mess underneath him.

“You’re only mine, omega.” He growls, one of his large hand wrapping around your hair, yanking you against his chest before he smashes his lips against yours. My omega. 

Mine. mine. mine.

The world around you spins, the rhythmic sound of his hips snapping against yours. Andy dips his nose along your cheek as his lips hover over the tears leaking down your cheeks, his tongue swiping across the salty drops. Crashing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring deep in your mouth being the only thing that keep you from passing out. Every swipe of his tongue and movement of his hips has you tumbling closer to the edge.

“Good omega, so good for her alpha. Come on.” He brings one hand around your front to rub harsh circles around your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts, your weeping hole creaming around his cock. “Want you to cum on my cock before you take my knot inside you. You want my seed don’t you? Want you to be round and swollen with my pups.”

You barely nod out a yes, unable to move away from his brutal pace, you grab at his arms around you trying to focus on climbing higher towards your peak. His coarse beard rubs against the sensitive flesh of your neck as his grunts flood your ears. “Fuck- take it, take my knot.”

You begin to shake as your mind scrambles with overstimulation. You can feel your stomach tightening at your impending release, your wetness soaking down your thighs. The base of his cock expands as his knot begins to take shape, he was close too. A few more swipes at your clit is all it takes for you to meet your limit and you let out a strangled cry as you’re consumed with the fiery pleasure making it’s way from the tips of your toes, to the bright flashes behind your eyes. 

Your release triggers Andy’s, his cock twitching as his cum fills your cunt full, his knot locking you together in a tight embrace. 

Both exhausted but barely begun, Andy shuffles the two of you lay back in silence as you feel his dewy skin melt against yours. Your leg hitched up against his hips to keep his cock as deep as possible. His lips find your bond mark, hot and pulsing against your neck, and sinks his teeth to reaffirm your bond, your body flooding with need again as the hormones buzz through your system. The bond broken wide open, the stream of adoration, lust, and possessiveness of Andy’s love flow through your system like a current as his cock hardens inside of you again. 

“It’s real bright out tonight, honey. and we are just getting started.”

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Bonus - you know who would be extra cuddly and sweet during the full moon…

This mother fucker right here. Now usually Bobby takes his role as the beast he is quite seriously, razor sharp claws and teeth- you both loving the way he marks your skin. But the full moon happens to come right after his rut, so you get a whole 5 days of a cuddly, fucked out, soft(ish), Bobby 🥰 all he wants is to be taken back to your nest and hold him until sundown, when he can then let’s you take control and passionately ride him and lay on his chest with his knot still buried within you.

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[foreversecrets]

Whistleblower

Chapter 1: Home Invasion

Lloyd Hansen x OC (Rebecca Wilson)

Summary: Escaped from the hell of omega breeding rings Rebecca is hungry and tried but her wounds aren't going to treat themselves, unfortunately she stumbles into the wrong abode.

Emma was just approaching the second trimester of her pregnancy but there wasn’t much for her to do besides plan for the pup. It wasn’t often anyone in the pack was needing medical assistance and part of her regrets the deal she’d made with her husband but part of her is gald she gets to be a stay at home mom. With Steve away for the next week for Avenger business, it's the first time she’s truly been alone in five years. She wants to take advantage of this time to start planning out the nursery, they agreed not to find out the gender of the baby, settling with a geographic theme. Steve has been able to shut up about the colorful world map he is going to paint on the wall since the decision had been made, while she finds it endearing his brothers have practically banned him from discussing anything baby related. Tablet in hand she’s using the program Lloyd found her to test out furniture in specific spots throughout the room. 

Scrolling through the specs of a promising looking crib, the familiar squeak of the front door breaks her concentration. She sighs, Steve promised he was going to put some WD-40 on the metal so it would stop alerting the whole neighborhood. She checks the time on the tablet, each day since Steve has been gone one of the brothers has stopped by to check on her today she suspects it's supposed to be Ari but he usually comes closer to dinner so he and Maya can eat with her. She knows Ari well enough at this point to see his timing for what it is, insurance that she's eating properly to provide for herself and the pup. But it's only 3:42 pm, he should be on his way home from picking Maya up from school, a little too early for him to be dropping by.

“Ari, is that you?” she asks as she makes her way down the stairs only to come to an immediate stop as she smells a strange scent in her home, she isn’t able to identify a designation, probably on suppressants. She immediately goes to her phone, finding and calling Lloyd, his home is the closest and he is the most equipped to help her.

“Don’t,” the stranger growls, neither have eyes on each other yet but she’s heard Emma. Emma places her phone face down on the hall table and goes to stand at the top of the stairs. “Come down the stairs with your hands where I can see them.”

The stranger pops out from the kitchen area and glares at her down. The first thing Emma notices about her is the gaping gunshot wound in her shoulder, she’s also bleeding from varying other places. She is covered in dirt and grime so Emma isn’t convinced whether or not her hair is black or not but her eyes are a very obvious green, and she’s far too thin. 

“I’m a nurse I can-”

“Shut up!” the stranger shouts, grabbing a hold of Emma as soon as she is close enough to her. Emma preys Lloyd picked up the call and is on his way, he isn’t the kind of person to openly show emotion but she knows everyone in the pack would do anything to protect one another and she is no exception.

“Please, I’m pregnant.”

“Just shut up and sit down at the table.” The woman pushes her to the dining room table and Emma obeys easily not wanting to endanger herself or her pup. 

She watches as the stranger begins going through her pantry and stealing all their non-perishable food items, stuffing them in a worn looking Jans backpack. While she’s distracted when pillaging the Rogers kitchen, Emma notices movement out of the corner of her eye. Not wanting to draw the strange woman's attention back to herself, she doesn’t move her head until the person comes closer, then she only moves a fraction to see Lloyd. But her movement gives her away and the omega turns on her, this time with a gun in hand pointed directly at her. 

“I’d put that down if I were you,” Lloyd growls as he places himself in front of Emma, out of the omegas line of sight. 

“Or what?” she spits.

“Or my brother, is going to stick you with that nasty concoction.” Lloyd points behind the women just as Ransom pops out from the shadows with a syringe in hand. The woman swings wide and lands a blow to Ransom’s nose, giving Lloyd the opportunity to get the upper hand. He uses the butt of his pistol to whack her on the back of her head, easily knocking her unconscious. 

The stranger knocked out, Lloyd sets about tying her up while Ransom’s, pinching his bleeding nose, moves to Emma. “Are you alright? Did she hurt you?”

“No,” Emma’s voice is shaky as she watches Lloyd bind first her hands and then her feet. She knows some of the men in her life are involved in dangerous dealings and careers but she never imagined they would turn up on her doorstep. “She just made me sit, I don’t think she knew anyone was home.”

“We have to call Steve, Lloyd will handle her.” Ransom promises, trying to coax Emma into calling her alpha. 

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When Rebecca wakes up it's in a familiar situation, keeping her eyes closed while she assessed. Her hands were bound but they were bound in front of her so that was something, her feet were unbound on the surface she was laying on. Her head hurt but nothing else did and she was fully clothed, so she suspected she hadn’t been recaptured and brought back to the ring. 

“I know you’re awake pudding,” she recognizes the voice and realizes it wasn’t a dream. She’d broken into a house she’d thought was unoccupied but a pregnant omega was there, it wasn’t long until help arrived including the male alpha voice. The male she was pissed to discover was her mate upon registering his scent similar to dove soap and melted chocolate. Opening her eyes she’s on a couch the alpha sitting on the coffee table pushed too close for comfort to the couch. “Let’s start with something easy, what’s your name?”

“What happens if I don’t want to answer your questions?” She slowly sits up on the couch, a little dizzy. “Is the omega alright?”

“Now you’re so caring?” Lloyd smirks. “You’re not leaving here until I get some answers so take all the time you want.”

“Free room and board?” she smirks. “Why would I answer your questions if this arrangement is already far superior to my current one?”

“Street rat then? You expect me to believe you just randomly stumbled upon Steve’s place.”

“I don’t know who Steve was and I wasn’t going to hurt anyone. I didn’t know anymore was home, I was just getting supplies.” 

“Emma mentioned you were stealing food.” Becca looks off to the side, not able to meet the intense blue eyes. “Your scent is blank, you are stealing food, your clothes are worn down. I just need a name to verify what I’ve already realized.”

“And what have you realized?” she spat out at the pity in his voice. He didn’t acknowledge her question, just pulled her hands into his to remove the handcuffs but didn't release her hands. His calloused fingers rubbing soothing circles into the palms of her hands. “Rebecca.”

“Last name?”

“Wilson.”

He releases her hands to pull out his phone, tapping a couple times before showing the image on screen to her. It's a missing persons ad from her hometown back in Iowa, the phone number listed was her fathers before he passed after the last time she managed to escape and retreat back home. 

“You’ve escaped an omega ring before, I imagine that’s where you’ve been the past couple years as well?”

“They took me when I was fifteen, I got away when I was seventeen and made my way back to my father. They found me, murdered him and I’ve been stuck with them for the past ten years. It's hard to sell a disobedient omega.”

“Your scent?”

“The drugs they use to control our hearts also block out our scents, but part of me thinks they did it on purpose to prevent anyone involved with the law from sensing the distressed omegas and freeing us.” 

“Well the good news is the drugs are wearing off,” he stands retreating to the other end of the room. “The bad news is you're about to go into heat and we both know what you aren’t saying.” 

She tries to distance herself further from him on the couch despite him having retreated from her. 

“How do you want to handle this?” he sighs.

“What do you mean?”

“Your my mate, there is no way I’m letting you continue to be homeless but we just met and it wasn’t the best of introductions, your heat only complicates things further.”

“You’re going to help me?”

“My brothers would tan my hide if I let you continue on as you have been but Emma is going to need an apology and Steve’s going to be a grouch about it.” 

She carefully stands and moves across the room to where he’s retreated, she has to crane her neck a little to look up at him. Maybe it's because she knows he’s her mate, maybe it's his scent relaxing, or just the demeanor that says he could strangle a bear and not break a sweat or maybe it's because she’s been alone and terrified for far too long, but she stands to her tip toes and smashes her lips to his. When he doesn’t react, just lets her do her thing she pulls back suddenly self conscious, he doesn’t let her retreat though, he plants his hands on either of her hips and holds her to him.

“Listen, I’m not the sentimental soft guy.”

“I can tell.”

“I don’t do flowers and date nights.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t want pups or marriage, none of that.”

“Alright,” a smirk is curling at her lips now because even as he’s saying all these things about him that he believes to be true, she can feel his conviction waning. 

“Yeah?” he asks in surprise, but the excitement manifests in how his hold on her tightens. She nods laughing. “Fuck.” he groans before tossing her over his shoulder and heading to his bedroom. He may not be able to give her his mark now but he sure as hell is going to make sure there’s no doubt who this omega belongs too. Her scent of sugary goodness that speaks to the foodie in him is going to be diluted by his own scent until that's all anyone can smell on her, and when it starts to fade, he’s going to fuck her again and again. She is his, titles and signatures be damned.

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welcome to the land of fairytales, where desires you never knew you had will come true. thank you @georgiapeach30513 & @royalsweetteaa for helping me with this.

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!warning! these fics will include inter-species relations, size differences, innocent kink, age gaps and dark content.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉���� - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 ��𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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