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You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part III/X

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

Words: ~3.1k

Summary: Ransom is starting to get used to having you around. Maybe he should be more worried about that.

Chapter Warnings: A/B/O, explicit language, explicit sexual content (female masturbation implied, mirror sex, handjob, m receiving oral, oral knotting, scenting kink, ruined kink, multiple orgasms, minor degradation), no real plot to speak of, dark-adjacent, super naive reader,stepcest, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Chapter three! And it’s all porn. I’m not even sorry. Some very subtle hints about where we may be heading with these two, but there’s not a whole lot of plot here in spite of my intention to add some. May do an inter chapter drabble to flesh some things out, who knows!

Not beta’d so all mistakes are my own

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Ransom groaned as he leaned against the elevator wall while he waited for the doors to open to his apartment.

For some reason, every Omega that had approached him tonight while he was out drinking had seemed especially annoying. Needy, fake, constantly seeking his approval and attention when he thought the look on his face had made it pretty clear he wasn’t interested. He could still smell the cloyingly sweet stink of the last one on himself, like overripe citrus and honey that didn’t seem good for attracting anything except fruit flies.

All he wanted was a shower and to go to sleep, sighing when the door finally opened to his apartment and feeling himself start to relax when the faint trace of your scent filled his lungs. If he had been more sober he might have worried about the fact that he had started to associate your smell with home, but that was a problem for another day. It was late so he was sure you must be asleep, at least until he heard a startled chirp from the couch and turned to see you trying to cover yourself with a blanket while you avoided his gaze.

“Bunny? What are you still doing up?” He cocked his head at you while you tried to curl in on yourself, not missing the way your thighs were squeezed together as your fingers skirted over your stomach.

“I… I didn’t think you were coming home tonight.” You felt yourself growing warmer as he kept staring at you, trying to hide how aroused you were. “I’m so sorry, Alpha.”

“Why are you sorry, bunny?” He had an idea, but he wanted to hear you say it, stalking closer to you and scenting the air as the smell of sex and you grew stronger. “What were you doing?”

“I was… it’s just…” You looked like you were about to cry and that just made him want to ruin you even more. “It felt so good when Alpha Everett used his mouth on me, and I know I’m supposed to save any pleasure for my Alpha, but I couldn’t help it! I need to feel it again, Alpha, please…”

“Oh, poor little bunny.” He was loving every second of this, finally coming to stand in front of you and gripping your chin so he could tilt your face up and force you to look him in the eyes. “You want to come, honey? Want to make that sweet little pussy cream all over your fingers? Use your words.”

“Yes, Alpha.” You opened your mouth to pant desperately when Ransom cupped your jaw, whining when he dragged his thumb over your bottom lip as your eyes fluttered from how needy you were. “Please, help me make my… my pussy feel good.”

“Oh, good girl.” Ransom growled at the filthy word leaving those innocent lips of yours, pulling you to your feet and scenting your neck as he started pulling you towards his bedroom while you kept making soft, wanton noises. “Don’t worry, baby, your mate is probably gonna want to watch you touch that pretty cunt all the time. We have to make sure you know what to do.”

“Oh, thank you Alpha.” Your voice was breathy and low as he sat on the foot of the bed and pulled you into his lap, having you face the mirror and pulling your knees over his thighs so he could spread them wide. “Oh my goodness.”

“I know, god, you’re fucking gorgeous, bunny.” Ransom wound his fingers through yours and slowly trailed them over the inside of your thigh, his lips brushing against your neck while he watched you closely in the mirror with a predatory gleam in his eye. “Relax, honey, and watch close, okay?”

All you could do was whimper when he slid your fingers over your slit and spread your petals apart, leaning your head back on his shoulder and licking your lips when he sucked on your ear. Then he growled and bit your lobe, and you forced yourself to lift your head so you could keep your eyes on the mirror. Slick was pouring out of you and making it easy for Ransom and your fingers to glide over your sex, spreading your mess all over you until your cunt was glistening and swollen and throbbing with your heartbeat as Ransom touched you with your own fingers and pressed gentle kisses over your jaw. Ransom suddenly pressed your fingers against a small nub at the top of your core and you sucked in a harsh breath, arching into his touch and trembling as your toes curled and blood rushed in your ears.

“Oh! What…” it was the same sensation that Alpha Everett had drawn from you. You hadn’t been able to find the spot on your own and now it felt like you were drowning in pleasure, purring while your eyes rolled in your head and you kept sucking in deep breaths. “What is that? Mmmm, it feels so good, Alpha.”

“Oh, you poor dumb baby. You really don’t know anything, do you bunny?” Ransom nipped gently at your mating gland as he felt his cock growing harder underneath your ass, groaning when you squirmed in his lap and trying not to grind against you when he felt your pussy throb under his fingers and watched it clench in the mirror when he kept softly circling your swollen button. “That’s your clit, bunny. If you ever want to make yourself feel good again, just rub it… shit just like that, and you’ll come. But if you want to feel even better…”

“Hngh… ah!” You could barely even form words anymore when he grabbed your other hand and slid one of your fingers inside you alongside his, rubbing your clit harder and stroking the roof of your cunt while he sucked on your gland and made you feel like you were going to pass out. “Al-Alpha, oh Alpha…”

“Jesus Christ, I know, baby.” Every single sweet sound that fell from your lips was making him harder, your scent getting more and more intense as you mewled and keened and your slick soaked both of your hands. “You feel that rough, spongy spot right there? That’s your g-spot. Doesn’t it feel good when you stroke it, bunny?”

“Mmhm, yes Alpha.” It felt like every muscle in your body was winding tighter as Ransom kept helping you work both of these new spots, your mouth filling with saliva and your breasts heaving as your breath sawed in your chest and you felt your pussy clench around your fingers.

The soft wet sounds that were coming from your soaked channel were obscene, your body growing warmer under your stepbrother’s touch as you struggled to keep your eyes from fluttering closed. Ransom’s gaze met yours in the mirror and you gasped at the intensity of his gaze, your body arching into his hands as you felt that strange coil drawing tight in the pit of your stomach. Then his teeth scraped over your mating gland as he let out a low growl and slid a second finger inside you and you felt everything snap, pleasure crashing around you and making you scream as every nerve in your body lit up and you trembled wildly in his grasp.

“Ah, fuck! God you’re so fucking tight.” Ransom felt like he was losing himself as he watched you fall apart in the mirror, burying his face in your neck and moaning as he breathed your scent in deeply while you squirted everywhere and let out a sharp cry. “Good girl… so fucking good for me bunny.”

“Th… thank you, Alpha.” You whimpered when you sagged back against him, panting heavily while you turned your face to nuzzle at Ransom’s cheek and shuddering when he pulled your fingers out of your still fluttering cunt.

“Of course, I’m here to help you, bunny.” He kept a hand on your thigh while he dragged your slick stained fingers up your torso, brushing his nose against yours and gazing into your eyes while he sucked your digits into his mouth and let out a lewd moan. “Fuck… delicious. You wanna taste yourself, bunny?”

“Oh, I…” you felt your cheeks heating up while you watched him lick your fingers clean, his eyes so dark they were practically black while he breathed heavily into your open mouth and you couldn’t help but slide your body closer to his. “Do you want me to taste, Alpha?”

The sound Ransom made at that was somewhere between a purr and a growl while he curled a hand around the back of your neck, turning your body in his lap as he molded his lips to yours and slid his tongue into your mouth. You melted into him with a whine when you tasted yourself on his tongue, clutching his shirt in your fists and letting your eyes fall closed while you lost yourself in your first kiss.

“See how good you taste, bunny? Whoever mates you is gonna get drunk off this sweet little cunt all the time.” He couldn’t stop gazing at you even after you disconnected, cupping your jaw gently and slowly tracing the curve of your cheek with his thumb as he brushed his nose over yours and tried to ignore the way his cock was throbbing in his slacks. “How you feeling, bunny?”

“I feel so good, Alpha.” You chased after his lips with a needy whine, pressing your chest to his and sliding your hands down his stomach slowly while you ran your tongue over your bottom lip. “I want to make you feel good too, please, lemme be good for you Alpha. Just tell me what to do.”

“Bunny… ah, shit!” Ransom hadn’t planned on going any further than showing you how to touch yourself, but then you were reaching down to undo his belt and softly stroking his cock over his slacks and he’d have to be a special kind of idiot to not give you another lesson. “You are, you’re so good, bunny. Fuck, you’re gonna spoil your mate so much.”

“That’s all I want, Alpha.” Your voice was a sultry moan as you leaned forward and brushed your lips over his jaw, gasping into his ear and smiling when you pulled his cock out of his slacks and struggled to wrap your hand around it as he let out a shuddering growl. “Should… should I use my hand, or my mouth?”

“Oh, fucking Christ, just start with your hand bunny.” Ransom was trying so hard to keep himself under control, but those big innocent eyes and the way you were tentatively dragging your fist over his cock was set to drive him feral. “Squeeze a little harder, honey and just make a tugging motion… oh shit.”

“Like that?” The way Ransom sucked in a harsh breath and nodded vigorously when you choked your grip under his tip made you preen, your gaze dropping to his cock as you bit your lip and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Is it supposed to be leaking like that?”

“What? Fuck!” His chest heaved when you swiped your thumb through the precum that was leaking from his slit, the hand he had resting on your waist squeezing you while his hips rose up to meet your hand. “Yeah, it means you’re doing good, bunny.”

“Really?” Oh god, you looked so happy, what were you doing to him?

Ransom couldn’t dwell on that thought when your lips brushed over his gland, feeling your slick soaking through the fabric of his slacks as you slowly humped his thigh while your hand kept pulling on his cock. You were a fucking natural, he couldn’t stop congratulating himself for deciding to take advantage of you. If he hadn’t been drunk still, maybe he would’ve been concerned about the fact that all he could think about was keeping you for the rest of your lives, but then you chirped as you nuzzled at his throat and squeezed him harder and all he could focus on was how every muscle in his core was growing taut.

“Good girl, ah, you’re so fucking good.” He started pressing his lips all over your temple when your hand sped up, purring into your hair and letting your scent wash over him while he held you close.

“I wanna taste it, lemme taste you, please Alpha?” You looked up at him pleadingly as your tongue flicked along your bottom lip, your voice low and thick with lust as you slid between his legs and started to sink to the floor. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“Bunny… goddamn it!” Ransom hissed when you traced the tip of your tongue over his slit with tiny kitten licks when you finally fell to your knees, screwing his eyes closer and struggling not to collapse back on the bed when kissed his spongy head and hummed against his skin at his taste. “Just… don’t fucking stop. Such a good girl.”

You smiled softly up at him when he praised you, cocking your head and gazing at his cock before wrapping your lips around him on an instinct. The heavy, musky taste of him exploded inside your mouth and made your eyes roll back in your head as you felt yourself sinking into a lust filled haze. It felt like this was what you were made for; to please your Alpha, to make them weak, let them use you however they saw fit whenever they wanted as you let them leave their mark all over you. Your hindbrain was urging you to please the Alpha, the scent of his pheromones and sex practically drowning ou and making you whine as you took him deeper into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth.

Ransom finally snapped when you tried to take him down your throat and gagged messily but so fucking pretty, snarling and grabbing your hair so he could drive his hips into your face while you made a muffled noise of protest and then glee. Your lips were stretched painfully tight around him as you gazed up at him with tear filled eyes, slick pouring down your thighs as you let him use your mouth and your drool ran down his length and dripped over his balls. He couldn’t think of anything that looked prettier than you on your knees, completely wrecked for him. It made the pleasure that was curling around the base of his spine even more intense as he felt his knot starting to swell and gritted his teeth.

“Bunny, you’re gonna… oh fuck!” He tried to pull out but then you whined and swallowed around him and he lost it, collapsing back on the mattress with a wretched shout as his back arched and he shot his cum down your spasming throat.

You felt his knot lock him behind your teeth and stretch your jaw even more painfully wide, a low moan escaping from between your lips when your cunt fluttered around nothing as you came again at the sheer delight of pleasing your Alpha. Your throat couldn’t stop constricting around him while you gazed at him and managed to breathe through your nose, running your hands over the insides of his thighs and purring softly while you kept massaging the underside of his length with your tongue. His cum was like nothing you’d ever tasted before, musky and strong and undeniably Ransom, you wanted more of it.

Ransom hissed when you kept swallowing around him, his knot swelling even more as he felt his pleasure building again faster than he would have thought possible. He groaned when he sat up and got a look at you, your eyes glassy and tear filled with creamy drool leaking from your lips and down your chin. Your eyes fluttered closed when he rested his hand on your head, the only thought in your mind was to please your Alpha and make him feel good.

“Bunny, if you don’t stop I’m gonna come again, fuck.” That only seemed to spur you on, your hands sliding over his thighs until they were framing his hips, like you were trying to take him even deeper and draw every last drop from him. “Goddamn it…”

He let his head drop back between his shoulders defeatedly while you kept gagging around him and drew him to another, petting your hair and letting his hips jerk erratically as he shot another load down your eager throat while he couldn’t do anything but groan. When he finally lifted his head you were still looking at him with those eyes filled with almost adoration, resting your cheek on his thigh and purring as he brought his hand down to cup your cheek.

“That’s a good girl, just keep breathing, bunny.” Ransom couldn’t take his eyes off your ruined face, it was almost impossible to believe this had been your first time sucking a cock, but damn if he couldn’t get used to knotting that perfect mouth of yours. “Perfect girl, it’s gonna take a few minutes to go down, honey, just relax.”

You could barely even hear him, your brain buzzing in a blissful fog while he stroked his fingers along your jaw as your eyes fluttered shut. It took a little while for his knot to start to go down, and as soon as he was able he was sliding out of your mouth and drawing you up into his lap. Ransom chuckled when you let out a soft chirp and immediately buried your face in his neck, not too worried about the fact that you didn’t seem to be able to respond to his inquiries about how you were feeling with anything except a series of satisfied hums. He tucked himself back into his slacks before lifting you and carrying you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, keeping you tucked close to his chest while he wet a cloth with warm water and started wiping the mess off your face.

“Such a sweet bunny.” He grinned at the fucked out smile you were giving him, still feeling a little buzzed and constantly leaning forward to scent your hair as he ran the cloth over your skin. “You’re gonna make it real hard to send you to some other asshole Alpha, pretty girl. Making me want to keep you around with how good you’re doing with your lessons. Gonna have to think of what you should learn next.” You

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Talk to me about alpha!Ransom* 👀

*Don’t make him too mean please 🤣

Ohh, I'd put him in GOT verse, just to have him go through the horror of meeting his true mate 😆

Alpha Ransom is one of those socialite, trust fund, but also runs actual business grand money, who is cynical to the bone and doesn't give an actual crap about bonding and true mates. BUT he also knows how to play the public, so he spins those desired, romantic stereotypes when it's needed.

Hell, he's the one who convinced Harlan to let Blood&Wine lead a department focused on Alpha/Omega romance books. Which Ransom reads, too, though he will claim it's only to make sure they're not publishing utter crap.

He has a long list of Omegas he's fucked and ditched, as well Betas, especially those on more submissive side. Because while he claims he doesn't care about mating, he gets lizard brain when his hook-up presents for him, or chirps when he displays dominance in casual setting.

But really, he doesn't believe in true mates. He's convinced it's bullshit taught to naive Omegas to make them easier to wrap around Alpha's finger.

Until you come to the meeting you begged for for months. An aspiring, romantic writer who hopes to convince the scary legend, Mr Drysdale himself, to publish your book.

Few steps into his office is enough to almost knock you down. His scent has you almost letting out a needy whine, coming from that deep longing.

Then his head snaps up and his icy blue eyes meet yours. And he curses. Out loud.

Ransom is cynical enough to deny the intensity of that sudden pull he feels. It's incomperable to anything he ever experienced, no simple lust can come even close. And yeah, a big part of him wants to squash it all down. Deny it forever.

But there's also that primal hindbrain activating, growling: Mine.

It may be surprising, but he won't fight it. We'll, not entirely. He fools himself thinking he can own a sweet, loyal Omega, but not care about her beyond locking you on his knot and having you shine at his side at important functions. And with your soft romantic heart it'll be so easy to hold this power over you.

Or so he thinks...

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Hiiii 💕

Made-up fic title: “A different kind of high”

(Yes it’s from a song lol have fun 😂)

Hiiii honey 💕 Oh I had FUN with this, okay. I got carried away so much I don't even want to know the original context of the lyrics 🥹 (or maybe I do, for the fun of it.

ANYWAY. Thank you for sending and thus participating in this game. You too, get a drabble instead of plot. 900 words, allusions to smut and Alpha Ransom 👀 🙈

A Different Kind of High

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, first attempt at a/b/o, implied smut, chase kink, praise kink, hints of soft!dark if you squint very very hard, language

Your heart hammered madly in your chest, its echoes thundering in your temples. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly with every breath you tried to catch, your muscles burning from exertion.

You stood pressed with your back to one of the walls of the study right by the doorframe, door having been swung open, offering you a chance to slip through and hide without making a sound drawing his attention.

His voice carried through the house, making you cover your mouth quickly – suddenly even your breathing sounded too loud, loud enough that it could alert him of your presence here.

You did not want that.

“Come out, come out, little kitten, we’re done playing…” Ransom bargained teasingly, trying to coax you out of your hiding place. “You’re a smart little thing, Omega, but I’m your Alpha… I’ll always find you.”

You swallowed the whimper threatening to spill from deep within your throat at his praise, cursing him to his damnest and yet ready to fall on your knees for him at once, fresh gush of arousal dampening your core. He knew what he was doing. The low dangerous but playful tone sent shivers down your spine, no doubt heightening your scent.

You were a smart little thing; you had rubbed your wrist along your mating gland, sending your scent dispersing in the air, all over the house; you had rubbed the sensitive aromatic skin of your wrist all over pieces of furniture around the mansion, doing your best to overwhelm and confuse your Alpha’s senses, making it impossible for him to tell what was but a trace of your scent and where you actually were… and apparently, you succeeded.

You must have, because he had never chased you for so long. He would have normally found you in third if not fourth of the time. You were getting better; and the longer the chase, the more adrenalin flooded your veins, excitement and anticipation stirring deep within your belly.

The more riled up Ransom got, the more pleasant the outcome was – and that was the goal.

The aftermath of the chase could be oh so pleasant…

The images flooding your mind sent fresh whiff of your arousal to the air, causing you to rub your legs together as silently as possible while still getting the much-needed friction.

Then, you froze.

You heard his footsteps, quick and almost soundless, like one of an apex predator; the predator he was. The alpha.

You could run; and you would. You just needed to time it perfectly to keep up the game.

“Oh Omega… you smell so fuckin’ sweet. I can’t wait to have you begging me to stop eating you out and just finally give you a good ol’ fuckin’…” he drawled out a promise, making you bite your tongue this time.

Not yet, not yet, not—

Now!

You sprang from the wall, using your hands to push away and gain more momentum – but it was a second too late.    

Ransom’s large body pinned you against the opposite wall in a blink of an eye, his ful weight and sheer strength preventing you from moving your feet a single inch.

He was firm and hot and hard against your front, long fingers wrapped around your wrists like handcuffs nailed to the wall next to your head, his nose already running up your throat, causing you to instinctively tip your head back to make space for him, rewarded by a broad lick up your mating glad. Your knees buckled under the onslaught of arousal and bliss combined, your Alpha’s body simply pressing into yours further with a dark delighted chuckle.

“Oh my bratty little Omega… when do you even learn?” he mused, teasing your bond with his teeth, your responding gasp and the damn-near spasm to your core making you jerk your hips only encouraging him to double on his ministrations, your heart a second from beating its way out of your chest. Craving him, craving to feel more, you vainly tried to move your hands so you could touch him, explore his brilliant physique, map every crevice of his taunt muscles with your palms, to breathe in all the nuances of his magnificent scent. You needed to know if he needed you just as much as you needed him, if your little escapade aroused him and drove him at least half as mad.

But he wouldn’t budge, nailing you to the wall unrelentingly.

“Alpha-“

“Oh Omega… you fought good… but when I’m done with you, you’ll never want to run away from me ever again.”

With that playful growl, his lips slanted over yours in a claiming kiss, all remnants of rational thoughts evaporating from your head. Your body slipped fully into an omega mode – to be good, so good for your Alpha, so he would be so good to you in return.

But your last thought was one of rebellion and submission at once; despite what he was saying, you knew you’d run again. You’d have him chase you, because the rush it gave you, the most exquisite kind of high you had never thought you’d experience, was too addictive.

And the outcome?

So. Damn. Worth. It.

Even if it cost you a few pieces of underwear and other pieces of clothing Ransom tore apart to ruin you, even if it left you a soaking panting mess, indeed begging your Alpha for things you had never thought you might imagine, let alone speak – whine, really – out loud.

As Ransom’s long fingers slipped into your panties and ripped the fabric clear, you made more than just peace with your fate and vowed to meet this kind of fate halfway next time as well.

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My hand... slipped. Oops. This was not the introduction to the a/o/b verse I imagined. Ah, well.

Thank you for reading - and I hope you enjoyed 🥹

Thank you @chase-your-dreams-away for playing 💕

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Brat Taming: Part 13

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you needed me to take notes-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not done yet.”

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It Was a Bad Day - Bucky

It Takes All Packs to Make It Work One-Shot

So, I wasn't fully satisfied with leaving this story off with just Jake's perspective, so I decided to expand it a little to give more insights into the other packs that were involved with this angsty piece. After Bucky here, we'll have 2 more to look forward to.

Pairings/Groupings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (POV); Jake Jensen x Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Nick Vaughn x Reader; and Frank Adler x Reader

Other POVs to Read: Jake & Steve / Ransom & Nick / Frank

Word Count: ~2850

Summary: Bucky had never wanted to see an ER less than he did that day. With his Omega's life in the balance, he can only hope that she'll pull through.

Warnings: mentions of injuries; angst; medical setting; grief and fear abound; mentions of pregnancies; mentions of blood and bleeding; spoilers for Frank and his omega's story; lmk if I missed any

A/N: This was supposed to be rather short but grew into a relative beast. Each of the groupings/pairings will have their own perspective of the events, so be on the lookout for the others. As always, all mistakes are my own.

I also do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Bucky didn’t want to be there.

Not again.

It was just a few months ago he’d been sitting in this same ER, waiting for news about Precious.

Back then, they hadn’t made him wait this long.

Then again, that’d been a mugging gone horribly wrong.

They’d learned during that visit that Precious was pregnant, one of the greatest things to come out of the whole incident.

This was something so much worse.

Now, he could be waiting to hear that Precious and/or their baby wouldn’t make it.

All because some distracted asshole had ignored the red light and punched through it. They hadn’t given two thoughts that someone could get hurt. That his Precious and the others could get hurt.

At least, he had Gracie to help ground him even as she trembled in his arms. Tears had long soaked through his shirt though she’d tried to keep herself strong for him. His brave, fierce little girl had been through so much, and he’d do anything to make it so this wasn’t yet another hard knock for her.

“It’ll be okay, sweet girl,” he whispered in Gracie’s ear.

A moment later, he glanced up to find Jake curling in on himself, the pained whine Bucky heard having come from Jake. Seeing Steve moving to comfort his alpha almost broke Bucky. He knew their love for Angel matched his for Precious. Without Angel, his friends would be lost.

While Gracie’s tears had slowed, Bucky could still make out the soft cries of Mary and Noah, friends of Gracie. He spared a glance at Frank and noted the other alpha’s tenseness, wondering again at the relationship between Frank and Firecracker.

Precious had been the one to befriend Frank first, bonding over raising their nieces by themselves. While Bucky had the excuse of not knowing his daughter’s existence, Mary’s father had known and not cared enough to step up like he should’ve. It was that man’s loss because Mary was an amazing young girl.

When Firecracker had come into the picture, Precious and Angel had wasted no time in getting to know her and her son, Noah. It was a rare occasion that Bucky would come home and not find the three of them hanging out or planning one project or another.

Firecracker also loved Mary as much as she loved Noah from what Bucky could tell, which made her a good match for Frank.

Checking on Ransom and Nick, he couldn’t help feeling a little helpless for them. He wasn’t close to Contessa by any means, but she appeared to adore her two betas. She’d even gotten Ransom to tone down some of his brattier nature, which definitely surprised Bucky on the few occasions he’d seen Ransom around during one of Angel’s holiday parties.

The proof was in the way Ransom grabbed onto Nick’s hands and held them. That was something Ransom wouldn’t have done in the past. Not for anyone except maybe Angel. Even then, she probably would’ve been the one to initiate rather than Ransom himself.

The private waiting room had filled so quickly, too, with all the people who cared about them and those they waited to hear about.

He vaguely recalled calling his parents and letting them know what happened. He hadn’t expected them to rush down with his sisters, who’d just arrived that day to spend the weekend with his pack. All their plans would now be put on hold as they waited.

Winnifred Barnes never stopped going from him to Steve and Jake, doing what she could to ease their worries and provide comfort. Steve being like a second son to her, it was only natural she comforted him, too. After all, Angel was as much a daughter to Winnifred and George as their three daughters and now Precious.

Bucky doesn’t really know how long it was before he heard Angel’s grandmother grumble and growl about being kept in the dark. Her old age certainly didn’t slow her down as she strode from the room to find answers to their questions, dragging back a doctor what could’ve only been minutes later.

Seeing the doctor did little to relieve the anxiety and fear coursing through Bucky or the others. At least, it didn’t take long to get the doctor to see their point of view and have the answers they wanted about their loved ones.

Hearing that Precious was stable and so was their baby, Bucky couldn’t help but let out the breath he’d long been holding. Tears leaked from his eyes as he let the emotion that he’d been bottling for Gracie’s sake broke loose.

He couldn’t help gathering Gracie closer and whispering, “They’re okay, sweet girl. They’re okay.”

When they heard about Firecracker’s condition, Bucky’s head whipped up and met the shocked expression on Frank’s face. He knew that look because he’d worn the same one on the day he realized he had a daughter.

Frank hadn’t known about Firecracker’s pregnancy.

Bucky could well imagine the sucker punch Frank had gotten, yet it didn’t take Frank long to know what he wanted. “Do whatever you have to to save my omega.”

As much as some might condemn Frank for his decision, Bucky could understand it. He wanted his baby more than anything, but he’d make the same decision if it came down to Precious or the baby.

It was only after he heard the pained whine behind him that Bucky recalled Firecracker’s best friend, Curtis, had been standing there. The alpha came off quite like Ransom in terms of being standoffish though Curtis lacked a lot of Ransom’s asshole-like qualities. No, Curtis was more of a stoic, quiet sort who only talked when he needed to. Something Bucky respected as did the others that have come to know him in their group.

He could well understand Curtis’s reaction as he felt the same when he heard how badly Angel had been hurt. To have her take most of the impact had nearly broken Bucky though he doubted it was nothing compared to what Jake and Steve were feeling.

After the doctor left, Bucky resigned himself to another lengthy wait until they could see their loved ones, to really see the extent of the damage the other driver did to them.

When Ari and Clay went out for food and brought it back, Bucky made sure Gracie ate. He took some bites himself, but he wouldn’t recall what it was he’d eaten later.

His mind continued to churn with all the uncertainties that could happen with Precious and the others. It refused to quiet.  He feared it wouldn’t quiet until he could lay eyes on Precious and see for himself that she was okay.

Bucky only came back to the present when he felt Gracie sag against him, her breathing evening out as she fell asleep. It was then he noticed how dark the world outside the room’s one large window had gotten.

Draping his jacket over her, he settled her a bit more comfortably against him though also making it so he could get up if the doctor came back to collect them anytime soon.

As it so happened, the doctor did come to collect him and the others completing the packs of those in Angel’s car.

When he would’ve hesitated, Winnifred moved to take his spot. “I’ve got her, dear. Go be with your Precious.”

Bucky nodded and took up the lead position behind the doctor, eager to get to Precious as soon as he could.

Like Jake, Bucky couldn’t help thinking the walk through the hospital corridors stretched on far longer than it should’ve before the doctor stopped outside the large room where they’d put Precious and the others.

When the door opened, he rushed around the doctor though he made sure he didn’t shove the man out of the way. Bucky didn’t stop until he came to the bed where Precious rested, her one good hand rubbing at her slightly swollen middle.

“Precious,” he breathed, happy to see her awake and relatively well.

Sure, the tubes and wires weren’t something he wanted to see on her ever again, but her eyes were open, and she offered him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen when he called out to her.

“There’s my amazing alpha,” she whispered, beckoning him closer.

Tears sprang to his eyes once more, but he didn’t hesitate in closing the distance between them.

Sinking down on her bed, he took her hand and brought it up to his mouth. While he pressed kisses along her wrist, he breathed in her scent. It took several deep breaths before he could calm his racing heart and settle the pit in his stomach.

“You can’t scare me like that again, Precious,” he said on a broken whisper. “You really can’t.”

She shifted her hand in his grasp so she could run her fingers across his cheek and jaw. Her smile didn’t leave her face, but it softened. Nodding, she whispered back, “I know, my love. I know. I’m so sorry we scared you, but we’re okay. Angel made sure we were okay. All of us.”

When Bucky prodded, it was only then that he learned what Angel had done when the paramedics arrived. Not only had she’d spent those painful minutes of waiting checking on each of them, but she’d been making mental notes of their injuries with some help from Firecracker. Angel had then relayed it when the paramedics approached her door first, insisting they take Precious and Firecracker first as they were pregnant.

Similar tears sparkled and streaked down Precious’s cheeks as she went on, “Bucky, we knew she wasn’t in good shape. She took the hardest hit of us all. That car came out of nowhere, but she refused to let them take her until we were all out of the car first. She was adamant about it. Said she couldn’t live if any one of us were lost.”

Her hand rubbed at her belly again.

“I’m glad she made it through. I don’t think I could live without her in our lives, either,” Precious confessed. “She’ll be the best auntie to our little jellybean. He needs to know her, Bucky.”

The use of ‘he’ got Bucky’s attention.

They’d been adamant about waiting to learn anything more than their baby was healthy until they were born.

Precious noticed, too, her smile widening. “My doctor might’ve let it slip when I was waking up from the sedation. We’re having a little mini-you.”

Unable to stop himself, he leaned over her carefully and pressed the sweetest of sweet kisses to her lips. He bumped her nose with his, his voice soft, reverent. “I’m happy as long as you and jellybean are healthy, Precious. I am excited about our little boy, but I’d also be thrilled with a little girl. Maybe if you’re up for another one or six, we can have a whole house full of mini-me’s and mini-you’s.”

She huffed at him. “Let’s get through this one first, alpha, before we go too crazy.”

“Anything you want, my stunning omega.”

They chatted a bit longer before Bucky excused himself.

Flanking him, Frank, Nick, and Ransom joined him as they approached Angel’s bed where Jake and Steve also chatted with her.

When Angel acknowledged them, Bucky was the first to step forward and press a careful kiss to her scratched cheek. His voice shook as he said, “I’ll never be able to repay that kind of debt but thank you.”

True to her nature, Angel had no expectation of repayment as she did what any friend would do in such a situation.

Bucky checked on Steve and Jake before heading back to Precious’s side where he stayed until they were kicked out for the rest of the night.

Exhaustion settled over him as the late hour and everything else caught up to him.

It took everything in him to remain upright as he returned to the waiting room with the others.

Finding Gracie awake and teary-eyed once more, he rushed forward and scooped her up.

“It’s okay, my sweet girl. I just saw her, and she’s going to be fine.” He pressed several reassuring kisses to her temple and rubbed her back. When she finally pulled back to look at his face, he offered her a small grin. “I even found out a secret if you’re interested.”

“A secret?”

Gracie’s hands came up to his cheeks and held him as she said in such a serious little voice, demanding, “Tell me.”

“You, my darling girl, are going to be the best big sister,” he paused until she whined for him to spill it, “to your baby brother.”

Bucky doesn’t count on the frown that mars her face.

It’s true that she wasn’t thrilled at first when she learned she was gaining a little brother or sister, but she’d come around to the idea. Lots of reassurance, love, and doting from both him and Precious had helped in easing her worries about being replaced by this new baby.

Yet, nothing prepared Bucky when Gracie asked, “Can we go to the bookshop this weekend?”

“Yeah, sweet girl, we can go,” Bucky said, not quite understanding.

Gracie nodded; her smaller brows still pinched together. Her concentration was so like Bucky’s, but she didn’t keep him in the dark long.

“We’re going to need a new bookshelf. None of my books will work for a boy. He’s not going to like them. How is he going to love reading if he has nothing to read?”

Hearing her words warmed Bucky’s heart another thousandfold.

“I’m a boy, and I like your books,” he assured her before adding, “I do agree with you. We need to stock up on books meant for babies. We haven’t done that yet, have we? We’ll go this weekend, and you can help me find the best ones, okay?”

It was his sincerest hope they’d have Precious back at home by the weekend though he had no intention of breaking this date with Gracie.

The distraction of this excursion would do them both a world of good.

They left not long after that. Bucky carried Gracie while his parents and sisters followed him back to their cars.

He was more than happy to have them stay with him and Gracie overnight. They returned to their own homes soon after Precious was released from the hospital.

Over the next couple of days, he and Gracie visited Precious after Gracie got out of school until she was discharged.

Back at home, he had her settled in her favorite nest where he waited on her hand and foot when he wasn’t taking care of Gracie.

His company had been kind enough to grant him an extended leave of absence that didn’t affect his vacation or sick days. His assistant kept him apprised of everything going on during their daily emails, only calling him twice during this time.

Precious slowly got back on her feet after coming home and recuperating after another week or so.

Bucky lived for the day when she shooed him back to work, insisting she was just fine even as she waddled around the house.

Sure, there were some occasional nightmares for all of them, but that day faded over time.

It was helped with the arrival of their little boy a few months later, whom they named after Angel. Gracie had been insistent about this after learning Angel helped save Precious that day.  

They surprised Angel with this when she got to see the new little one at the hospital alongside Jake and Steve. Angel accepted the honor though she still insisted she didn’t do that much to earn this amazing gift.

Of all their visitors, Bucky’s favorite moment had to be seeing Gracie insist Ransom hold her tiny brother.

Ransom had balked at the very notion despite his fondness for Gracie, the only kid that Ransom had any fondness for. She’s definitely the only one to get away with calling him Uncle Ran. That does change with time.

It’d been Nick that had asked Gracie’s permission for the honor of holding her little brother that finally got Gracie to relent with Ransom.

Contessa even took a turn though she showed a bit of the same discomfort as Ransom with something so tiny and fragile in her arms.

To their surprise, Contessa had learned from Ransom about Bucky and Gracie’s love for reading. She ended up surprising them with a giant cache of books to add to their libraries from her family’s publishing company in celebration of their new addition. This cache even included a bunch of books that could and would grow with their little boy. It would take a small box truck to bring said cache home and a couple of weeks to unbox and unwrap it all.

As bad as that day was, it also produced some of the greatest gifts Bucky could’ve ever thought he’d receive in his life: closer existing friendships, new friendship bonds, and a growing family that he’d do everything in his power to protect.

*****

Verse Masterlist / Main Masterlist

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 1

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings:  taboo relationships, manipulation, slight angst, secret child.

“All of you fucking jerks are going to be nice, you understand?”

“Come on Drysdale, why would we be mean?” Andy asked, playfully throwing his arm over the other alpha’s shoulders, “it’s your family that’s stopping by after all.”

“We all know how hospitable you’ve been in the past with our families,” Jake Jensen teased, “like how you were with Rogers’ sister…and mine…and Bucky’s sisters…it’s your mom and sisters are coming, right?”

“Stepsisters!” he proclaimed quickly, “they’re not even really related to me…so don’t think about getting any ideas.  They’re total dogs…not even worth it!”

“They both alphas like you?”

“The twins are omegas,” Ransom proclaimed angrily, shooting another glare at one of his frat brothers.  He saw out of the corners of his eyes a few of the guys turn their attention towards him, “I can smell you guys…your scents are getting intense.  Stop it.  Didn’t you sickos hear me when I said they were ugly?”

“Twins?”

“When are twin omegas ever ugly, Drysdale?”

Linda Drysdale eyed up the frat house once more while Ransom attempted to give them the tour.  It was a large enough space that she wasn’t completely appalled, but she hadn’t appreciated the extra alphas lurking around, not when she had the girls with her. 

Bunny, timid as ever, clung to her stepmother’s side, while Princess was already looping her arms through Ransoms and following him with a set of love-struck eyes. 

“These alphas all stay under this one roof?” she asked disapprovingly.  A few of them scattered when the alpha female shot them glares.  Ransom turned towards her and nodded, “yes, Linda…I’ve already told yo-“

“Ransom, I’m your mother, and you’ll refer to me as such…” she scowled.  She turned her attention towards Bunny, “Bunny, sweetheart, when you two graduate and start school this fall, please don’t join a sorority house…I’d hate to see the two of you living in squalor.”

“It’s not squalor, Linda.”

“Mother!” she corrected, yet again, “Hugh!”

Ransom rolled his eyes and huffed, but Princess was nuzzled up against his side, instinctively soothing him as she pet his arm, “it’s okay Hughie…I think the house is brilliant…it’s so amazing that you’re on your own and making a name for yourself.”

Ransom gave her a soft look, “thanks, Princess.”

She preened under his acknowledgment, the lightest purring starting up in her chest.  Ransom felt himself purring in response. 

“You two are disgusting!” Bunny grunted, clearly annoyed with how much her sister got along with their stepbrother, “mom…can we go to dinner already?  I don’t want to be surrounded by all of these alphas!”

“Right,” Linda agreed, “Ransom, are you ready?  I think we are done seeing your little house, and we are ready to go out to dinner with you.”

“Yeah…yeah…” he sighed, suddenly feeling deflated over the fact that his mother wasn’t showing any pride in the life that he’d made for the past two years on campus, “we can-“

“Linda, can we please stay?” Princess all but begged while still holding on to Ransom’s arm, “pretty please?  I want us to all have dinner here and get to know all of Hughie’s friends.  This is so amazing, Hughie.”

“You really think, Cece?”

She began purring at the mention of the little nickname that Ransom had for her ever since they were children, “of course, Hughie…gosh, it’s amazing.  So amazing!”

“I-I could order a few pizzas if you want,” he offered, shooting the guys a look, “do you guys mind?”

“Not at all,” Bucky smirked.  He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, pensively watching the women in the home.  He chuckled at the look of disgust from his mother, and the sneer from Bunny, while Princess pulled Ransom towards one of the large couches, oblivious to everything, “say, doll…what did you say your name was?”

Princess giggled as she sat down, pulling Ransom beside her, “I’m Princess.  And that’s my grumpy pants twin, Bunny.”

“I’m not grumpy!”

“She just has better things to do…” Linda immediately countered, still refusing to touch anything in the house that she didn’t have to.  She nervously eyed the couch, “is that thing even clean?”

“Doesn’t look it.”

“Seems clean to me!” Princess smiled, giggling even more as she leaned against Ransom again, “gosh, what I wouldn’t give to just spend time here with you…”

“You’re the only one!”

Princess glared at her sister momentarily and then looked to Linda, “didn’t you say that you and daddy were going on a trip for Spring Break…what if we stayed with Hughie and his friends?  You wouldn’t have to take us along on that boring work trip to the city…and I’m sure that all of Hughie’s nice friends could come take care of us and make sure we’re nice and protected.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Cece,” Ransom offered gently.  The guys smiled, all of them getting the same idea in their heads as Ransom wrapped himself protectively around his stepsister, “you don’t want to spend your spring break with a bunch of college boys…in a college town.  Right mom?”

Linda smirked, hearing her son’s concerned tone.  She crossed her own arms and shrugged, “I don’t know, Ransom.  The girls are going to come here in the fall…maybe it’s for the best that I get them a place for Spring break, and they get a full view of what campus is like before they’re here.”

“Oh, Mrs. Drysdale-“

“Thrombey,” she corrected, shooting Steve a look, “Ms. Thrombey.”

“Well, Ms. Thrombey, I think I can speak for all of us here when I say we wouldn’t want you to waste your money on some unknown place,” Steve said sweetly, “we always have a few extra rooms…and there’s no better place to keep your girls safe than right under our very own roof, right guys?”

A few of the guys nodded in agreement.  Linda watched her son closely, noting how his scent bittered ever so slightly.  She smiled as she looked around, seeing how excited Princess was.  And with an ulterior motive in her head, she nodded, “maybe you’re right…you’re a good kid, you know that?  A bunch of good, strong alphas.  You lot might just be what my little girls need.”

And her smile only increased when she heard a growl escaping her son’s lips.

“You did that on fucking purpose!”

The laughter across the line made Ransom’s blood boil, “what did I do?  Your stepsister was the one who wanted to spend time with you.  Your friends even agreed to it.  I thought you of all people would have been happy.  I’m allowing you two to spend time together, Hugh.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” she asked innocently enough, “that is your name, after all.  Hugh Ransom Drysdale.”

“Princess and Bunny shouldn’t be here, and we both know it.”

“What?” she taunted, “are you ashamed that your little friends will see right through your act when she’s there long enough?  That they will all see what kind of man you really are?  Tell me, do they know about your dirty little secret?”

“Stop it!”

“No Hugh…you stop it.  You stop acting like you’re some grand, amazing son.  The only one of you that’s accomplished anything is Bunny,” she spat, “all you and Princess have done is give me disappointment after disappointment.  The only thing successful you two gav-“  

“She’s only a published author because of the company!”

“She’s a published author because she put all of herself into her work,” she argued, “Bunny deserves everything she has.  Unlike someone I know…”

“Linda-“

She interrupted the growling alpha, “someone that just takes and takes and takes.  Those girls were both wholesome and innocent before you got your claws in them.  Bunny-god love that little girl-she’s my pride and joy…and so was her sister until you ruined her…”

“I didn’t ruin Princess…”

“Yes, you did!” she accused, “you and your urges.  She was a sweet, innocent little omega until you took that away…until you claimed that she was your mate and you sullied her with your seed!”

“I didn’t see you complaining when you got my son out of it!” Ransom spat, “you or Harlan…you may hate me, but I know that you love him.  Guess what, mother, my son is part of me.  And part of Princess.  Bunny has nothing to do with him!”

“Don’t you dare say a word about Kingston,” his mother growled, “you don’t get to talk about him…and that goes for when the twins are with you and your friends as well.  You are not to talk about him!”

“Where is he?”

Linda was silent for a moment as she looked up the stairs to Ransom’s old bedroom, where her two-year-old grandson lay sleeping, “he’s at home…where he belongs.”

“And when they come here?”

“He’ll be with Harlan, Hugh.” She said in a dangerous tone, “you know the rule, Hugh…you don’t get to see him.”

“He’s my son…”

“And his mother is your stepsister,” she reminded him, “and mate or not, she’s fragile.  And susceptible to your little mind games.  I will not have you making her think that it’s acceptable.  I will not allow you to brainwash her even more!”

“Is that why you’re throwing her to me?” he scoffed, “because you want another little designer cub to add to your collection?  You go on that you hate me, but we both know Bunny is too much of an uptight cunt.  She’ll never give you grandkittens.  Me and Princess are your only shot at that…Kingston isn’t enough anymore?  You get tired of him just like you got tired of me?”

“I’m allowing her to come up there so that she sees you’re not the only one that can charm her out of her dress!” Linda said in a monotone voice, “she needs to learn that I’ve shielded her from men like you…men that just want to spine her, for way too long…and while it may be a tough lesson for her to learn, hopefully she gets enough men to bed her where she finally gets over you!”

And with that, Linda hung up the phone on her son.

Chapter 2

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

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The Newness is ON! Today's ScrollBoss site update: Street Fighter Alpha 3 portraits for Terry Bogard and Ryu Hayabusa! Bunnysuit ladies and Zombies! River City Ransom scenes added to the image generators!

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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."

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You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part II/X

Pairing: dark!Alpha stepbrother Ransom Drysdale x innocent!naive Omega stepsister reader, dark!Alpha Curtis Everett x innocent Omega reader

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: Ransom is already loving how pliable and willing you are to go along with his rules, and introducing you to his friends just cements that feeing.

Chapter Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (exhibition, f receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, scenting, Alpha/Omega dynamics), hints at some super dark stuff that Curtis is involved in, Alpha!Lance Tucker is an asshole (one use of the R word because it just felt in character him), cruel vibes from all our Alphas, SMUT!!! NO MINORS!!!

A/N: It’s finally here!!! My muse is awake and I hope to be gracing you are with more fics in the future now that I’ve finally had a change to my work schedule. This part is more world building but the next parts will be very much focused on just Ransom and bunny and how they may or may not be developing unhealthy feelings towards each other.

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“R-Alpha, are you sure?” You bit your lip while you peeked up at him through your lashes, your fingers gripping his sweater against his chest while you curled closer to him as you sat on his lap.

“I would never lie to you, bunny.” He tried not to smirk when you wiggled a little and nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing his lips to your temple and breathing deep of the smell of honeysuckle and jasmine and vanilla and just a hint of something warm and fertile that made up your sweet scent. “I know it seems strange, honey, but that’s why we’re doing it now, so you can get used to it. Your mate isn’t going to want to put up with all these questions and teaching you how to be good once you're bonded, he’s gonna want to breed you and be able to show you off. And I know you want to be good, don’t you, bunny?”

“Y-yes Alpha.” You shivered when he ran his hand up your spine, sitting up and starting to undo the buttons of your blouse even as your hands were shaking. “Want to be so good.”

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“I dunno man, she sounds like a fucking moron.” Ransom frowned at Curtis when he stamped the cigarette out against the side of his building before the three of them headed inside. “Of course, that would make her perfect for Tucker.”

“Don’t be a fucking asshole, Everett.” Lance smacked Curtis’s shoulder when they got on the elevator and flipped the larger man off when he started chuckling. “Seriously, Drysdale, you’re sure she’s not retarded or something?”

“Nope, just sheltered and naive as all fuck.” Ransom grinned and leaned against the wall when they just gave him disbelieving looks. “I’m serious men, that sweet little idiot wants to be a perfect Omega so bad, she’ll let you do whatever you want to her. Linda and that preacher fucked her up. Just tell her it’s something her future Alpha will expect from her.”

“Anything, huh?” The way Curtis licked his lips made Ransom grin.

“Don’t fucking break her, Curt, none of that rough shit you’re into. Want to keep her nice and sweet so she doesn’t run to my fucking mother again.” Ransom winked at his friends when the elevator door opened and they followed him into his apartment. “Scent her, touch her, go nuts. Bunny! Come on out, we have guests!”

Ransom could tell when the full effect of your scent hit them by the way their nostrils flared and the low growl Curtis let out. Then you walked into the room and he could have cackled at the way their pupils dilated and they had to obviously fight the urge to stalk towards you when you struggled to meet their gazes.

“H-hello Alpha.” He sometimes still couldn’t believe you’d actually just accepted that once you were mated and bonded you were going to be expected to constantly be naked when you were at home, but you swallowed it whole. Just thinking about the way you had nuzzled into his shoulder then looked up at him with big innocent eyes before nodding like a good girl and slowly stripping yourself of every bit of clothing was starting to make him hard. And now he got to see every inch of your sweet, soft body all fucking day, like a damn dream. “Do you want me to take your coats?”

“Yes, honey, you’re such a good girl.” Ransom rubbed his nose over your temple and breathed deeply when you came close, purring when you let out a small chirp and brushed your hand over his chest. “Go say hello to our guests, bunny.”

“Yes, Alpha.” You’re voice was so soft and small and contrasted so sharply with how utterly sinful you looked walking around naked, he could’ve kissed himself for having this idea. “Hi.”

“Hey there, sweet thing.” Lance didn’t even notice the questioning look you gave Ransom when his friend put his hand on your waist and pulled you close so he could scent your neck and run his fingers over your hips, the shuddering breath you took when he licked your jaw making him groan. “Can’t believe your asshole brother’s been hiding you away from us.”

“I-I just don’t like going out.” You shivered when you felt the large Alpha’s presence behind you and his warm hands skimmed over your shoulders. “An Omega’s place is keeping the home.”

“Oh, they trained you good, didn’t they, pretty girl?” The bearded Alpha growled when you tilted your head to the side so he could scent your neck, his hands suddenly cupping your breasts and making you whine when you felt a strange sensation shoot through your core. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Th-thank you, Alpha.” You felt lightheaded from the scent of their pheromones swirling around you, your whole body getting suddenly warm as slick started to leak down your thighs. “Oh…”

“Alright that’s enough saying hello.” Ransom couldn’t keep from grinning when you looked like you were about to pass out, reaching out to steady you when you stumbled a bit after his friends disconnected from you with a pair of low growls. “Such a good bunny, you stay out here in case we need anything, okay honey?”

“Yes Alpha.” You let out a small chirp when Ransom tucked his fingers under your chin and leaned into his touch, steadying a little when he kissed your forehead before moving to sit at the kitchen table and read your book, trying to ignore the heated gazes that were still locked onto you while you settled into your seat.

“Why the fuck do you even leave the house, Drysdale?” Lance licked his lips when he watched you tuck your feet under yourself, cocking his head and taking a slow sip of his whiskey. “Don’t think I’d ever get enough of that view. She lets you touch her too?”

“Whatever I want. That little thing was made for pleasure.” Ransom grinned wolfishly when he peeked at you over his shoulder and saw you gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

“You fucked her yet?” Curtis kept an eye on you even as he talked to your stepbrother, snorting when Ransom frowned at him and shook his head. “You’re wasting time, you need to do it early if you want to break her in.”

“Told you, not trying to break her.” Ransom caught you glancing at him and gave you a wink that had you burying your face in your book again with a small gasp. “Just having fun.”

“Breaking them in is fun.” Curtis draped himself lazily over his edge of the couch as he grumbled into his bourbon. “You have any idea what most Alphas would be willing to give for the chance to claim some sweet little practically untouched thing like her? Wasted opportunity if you ask me.”

“I’m very aware, my mother likes to remind me of it constantly when she’s scolding me that I need to take care of the golden child.” Ransom just kept giving Curtis a smug grin while he sipped on his drink. “It’s not like I can bring her to your compound, Everett. Pretty sure Linda and the preacher would have a collective aneurysm if their precious girl went missing, or came back completely broken. So unless you have some other idea…”

“Stay here.” The smile Curtis was wearing when he rose from his seat should have maybe concerned Ransom, but he was too intrigued. “Sweetheart, stand up for me.”

“It’s okay, bunny. Curtis is sort of a bond prep expert.” Ransom couldn’t help but be a little proud at how pliable you already were, standing for Curtis with just one wary glance towards your stepbrother before you turned your attention to the massive Alpha. “Be good for him.”

“Yes, Alpha.” You shivered when Curtis reached out to curl his hand around the back of your neck, tilting your face up to his and feeling sudden calm wash over you when he put a small amount of pressure on your mating gland. “Oh…”

“You’re a very good girl, aren’t you?” Curtis grinned and pulled you closer when he felt you relax in his grip, the attention of all three Alphas laser focused on you and the way you were melting under Curtis’s touch when he brought his other hand up to caress your cheek. “Have you gotten used to Alpha commands yet, darling?”

You could only shake your head. Ransom had never used a command on you. He didn’t need to, like they all liked to tell you, you were a very good girl, you always wanted to be. But maybe the mate Linda and your father would pick for you would want to be more dominant. You knew you had to be prepared for anything, Ransom kept telling you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be gentle.” Curtis scented your hair before pressing on your mating gland one more time, letting out a deep growl as his voice took on a low timbre. “Present for me, Omega.”

The whine you let out when you felt your hindbrain urging you to submit had all three Alphas snarling with arousal, the noises from them getting even deeper when you bent over the counter and spread your legs. You were so swollen and slick and pretty and Ransom couldn’t believe that Curtis was the first one who had the idea to get a really good look at you.

“What a good little ‘mega. Gonna make such a perfect mate.” Curtis grinned when you cooed softly, dragging his palms up the backs of your thighs and spreading you open even further. “Once you’re bonded, your Alpha’s gonna want to check this sweet little pussy every day to make sure you really belong to him, that you’re being the good girl he mated and not letting any other Alpha use what’s his.”

“H-how would he check my… my…” You let out another lovely sound when Curtis knelt behind you and shoved fingers from both his hands inside you with no warning. “Oh goodness…”

“Bunny, I’ve told you, you’re gonna have to say the word.” Ransom wanted to crawl over the back of the couch and lose himself in you, your scent was getting stronger while Curtis touched you and it was making Ransom feel like he was lost in a haze. “Ask your question like a big girl.”

“Yes, I’m sorry, Alpha.” You kept your eyes on Ransom even while Curtis was drawing more slick from your aching core, curling your fingers against the stone of the counter and panting softly while he licked his lips and purred at you. “How would he check my… pussy?”

“Oh, there’s lots of different ways sweetheart. Fuck, look at you.” Curtis hooked his fingers and pulled your cunt open so he could get a really good look at you, biting softly at the back of your thigh and groaning when he watched you try to clench around the emptiness. “So fucking gorgeous, you’re gonna spoil whichever lucky bastard bonds you. Don’t think he’s gonna be able to stop himself at just looking. Might have to smell you.”

Curtis swiped his nose over your sex and breathed deeply, burying his face between your legs and growling when you let out another soft whine and your thighs started trembling. The air in the apartment was thick and heavy with the smell of sex as all three Alphas let themselves get lost in you, Ransom and Lance feeling just as enraptured even though they weren’t currently touching you. But they could practically taste you in the air, Ransom didn’t even need to look at Lance to know the man was well on his way to becoming obsessed with you. Not that he could look at Lance, when you were filling his vision and making those perfect sounds and letting Curtis touch your sweet little cunt however he wanted and never taking your eyes off your stepbrother’s.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so good, honey. Bet you’d let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to you and you wouldn’t make a peep.” Curtis grinned when you only moaned in response and arched your back further, your fingers digging into the counter as you breathed heavily. “Best way to check is gonna be taste though.”

“What do you… oh my!” Ransom snarled when your eyes fluttered wildly before falling closed when Curtis plunged his tongue inside you, your body arching back on itself as you rose on your toes and your breath became ragged. He didn’t even notice the sound of breaking glass when Lance’s grip on his tumbler got too tight, digging his fingers into the back of the couch while he kept watching you and feeling like he was ready to fight something just to get closer to you.

“Such a good fucking girl, shit.” Curtis’s voice was muffled as he dragged his tongue all over your pussy, making sure he tasted every inch of you before releasing his grip on your swollen walls so he could squeeze your thighs while he groaned softly.

You couldn’t answer him, you felt like you were about to pass out, strange sensations shooting through your body. Even the noises coming from your throat were foreign to your ears, high pitched and whiny and desperate as you pressed your hips back into the giant Alpha’s face and rolled them to meet his mouth. There was something pooling warm and low in your stomach that made you feel like you were about to scream, but it couldn’t be bad, Ransom would never hurt you, or let someone touch you who was going to hurt you. But still…

“Oh… oh my… what are you… ah!” You felt like you were cresting a massive wave, some massive, pleasurable sensation crashing over you as you screamed wildly and and your whole body sagged into the counter, shaking as you struggled to come back to yourself as Curtis kept sucking on a spot that seemed designed to make you lose your mind. “What… what did you do to me? What was that?”

“What’s wrong, honey, you’ve never come before?” Curtis just chuckled lightly as he rose to his feet, running his hands over your still trembling thighs and cooing when you just answered him with a wretched sob. “Oh shit, you haven’t! Christ, the things I could do to you…”

“That’s enough for now.” Ransom finally felt the spell break and leapt over the back of the couch and caught your other arm when you almost collapsed, pulling you into his chest after Curtis rubbed his nose over your shoulder with a comforting purr and gave Ransom a lascivious wink. “Bunny you did so good, huh? We’re gonna get you cleaned up, baby.”

“Mmm.” You sighed and nuzzled into his neck after giving Curtis a curious look over your shoulder, clutching at Ransom’s arms and curling as close as you could so you could take in his comforting scent while you were still vibrating from the pleasure that had been ripped from you. Ransom tried not to give Curtis too sour of a look when he shouldered past him, but fuck if he hadn’t realized just how untouched you were. And he definitely would have wanted to be the first one to draw an orgasm from your sweet little body if he had known.

“She taste as good as she smells?” Lance turned his phone off and tucked it back in his pocket, grateful Ransom was distracted with you so he didn’t have to get a lecture about getting you on video. “Don’t know how the fuck you managed to hold back, would’ve broken that bitch.”

“Because you’re horrible and have zero self control.” Curtis frowned as he stepped between the entrance to the hall and Lance, who was still looking pretty keyed up, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips when he heard the shower running and heard Ransom cooing softly at you. “Go bond some easy slut and dump her like you normally would if that’s what you need something to do. As much as I’d love to watch Drysdale beat the shit out of you if you try to move in on his precious new toy, I kinda like her, and you’re a bastard who can’t play nice. This one’s not a pump and dump.”

“Fuck you.” Lance flipped Curtis off as he rose to his feet, calling the lift and frowning at his friend while he waited. “Why don’t you call me when you two are sick of being pussy whipped by some virgin and I’ll show you how you could really have fun with that sweet slice of pussy.”

[biteofcherry]

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

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

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

under the cut because it turned longish

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

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

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

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

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

[lupismaris]

Oh. Ooohh. But if sailors love a ship to the point their love and dying to save her gives it a soul, would necromancy raise it.

Oh. Oooohhh.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brat Taming: Part 12

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

“For work? I mean it’s not too-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She snapped once-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve was staring.

Unapologetically so.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[callalillywrites]

Alpha Commands - Their Sweet Omega One-Shot

Series Masterlist

Relationship: Alpha!Jake Jensen / Beta!Pre-serum Steve Rogers / Omega!Reader

Word Count: ~1400

Summary: A look into the few instances Jake's had to Alpha Command Steve, Omega, and someone close to his pack.

Warnings: Jake's first meeting of Steve (of course it's a fight), Jake's going to have a heart attack one day, his pack is a handful and so is their friend, lots of fluff, the lightest of light angst, Ransom being Ransom

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Jake’s never really felt the need to use his Alpha Command.

That changes the day he first meets Steve Rogers. Now, this is a Beta after his own heart. Scrawny yet a fighter, Steve decides to take on several bullies who were harassing a young omega. The fight is clearly in the alphas’ favor, but that doesn’t stop Steve from standing up against them.

His inner alpha is howling at him to step in, but he also sees the fierce resilience that’s lurking within Steve.

It’s only when Steve’s been knocked down and one of the alphas goes to kick Steve that Jake intervenes. He shoves the alpha back and gets the others to back down with the fiercest growl he’s ever let loose before. His inner alpha is thrilling at the need to protect this Beta, to claim this Beta.

The alphas quickly back down as another alpha shows up (aka Bucky) and stands beside Jake.

When Jake’s certain they won’t return, he turns his attention to Steve and admires the scrappy Beta.

While Bucky fusses over Steve, Steve is giving Jake an equal measure of scrutiny, uncertain about why Jake even bothered stepping in. Bucky is always his sure bet, but he doesn’t know Jake.

Yet, he wants to.

Boy, does he want to.

“Thanks for standing up for this punk. He never can back down from a fight,” Bucky tells Jake. The two quickly introduce themselves though Jake’s eyes don’t leave Steve for long.

“I’m not sure if that was incredibly brave or beyond reckless,” Jake muses, his gaze still sweeping over Steve.

Steve’s doing his best not to fidget or blush. He refuses to drop his eyes, however. Alpha or not, Jake doesn’t scare him.

“It’s reckless,” Bucky confirms though his voice holds a note of amused admiration. “This punk has always been carrying enough stupid to last this city a lifetime.”

“You should look in a mirror, jerk, before calling someone stupid,” Steve fires back, not missing a beat.

Jake’s now coughing to hide his laughter though he’s certain his shoulders are shaking.

Bucky senses something between them and makes himself scarce after assuring himself that Steve’s okay. He heads off to a nearby shop, not that Jake or Steve really notice.

As awkward as Jake typically is when wanting to flirt with people he finds attractive, something about Steve grounds him enough that he’s able to hold a decent conversation.

The two end up really hitting it off while Jake motions Steve to some outdoor seating at a nearby café. There, he checks over Steve’s injuries with a first aid kit he always keeps on him in case of emergencies. A holdover from his former army days.

After Steve’s patched up, Jake brazenly leans closer to whisper, “Take better care of yourself,” in a low growl. It takes him a moment to realize the gentle demand actually came out as an actual Alpha Command.

Yet, the look on Steve’s face is anything but angry or annoyed.

In fact, it actually brings out a delightfully cocky grin that lightens up Steve’s features in a way that nearly has Jake sinking to his knees. If he wasn’t already on his knees, that is from cleaning Steve up.

The two end up having a nice time after that with Jake claiming Steve as his Beta within a few months.

After that, Jake’s only used his Alpha Command one other time on Steve.

That had been when Steve had chased after a thief who’d knocked down an older Beta woman and stole her purse. He pursued the guy into oncoming traffic and nearly got hit by a speeding and distracted driver. Jake’s heart had never pounded so hard until that moment when he thought he might actually lose his Beta. He never wanted to feel that way again.

His Alpha Command has mostly been used against bullies trying to hurt Steve or his Omega. The worst offender being the one who tried to ruin their park date. The very same who’d been the reason Steve and Jake met their Omega in the first place.

He doesn’t actually expect to have to use his Alpha Command with his pack, yet he soon learns otherwise.

It’s when he comes home not long after Omega moves in. His Alpha Command comes out as pure instinct. His heart is pounding, and he fears he might actually be sick. He hasn’t felt like this since the thief incident with Steve.

He comes home and finds Omega standing on her tiptoes on the highest rung of the ladder she’s pulled from the hall closet. The ladder is wobbling beneath her as she tries to hang some tiny trinket from one of the beams that decorate their living room ceiling.

The Command is out of his mouth before his hands have wound themselves around her waist to steady her while his foot steadies the ladder.

Omega instantly obeys though she’s staring at him wide-eyed the entire time.

He’s shaking as his inner wolf retreats, leaving him to deal with the aftermath of the images plaguing his mind.

She comes off the ladder, the trinket forgotten, and wraps herself around him until he calms down. Soft whispered apologies fall from her lips intermingled with promises to never scare him again. To go along with her words are gentle kisses to every inch of his face she can reach from her koala-like position around him.

“You and Steve will be the death of me,” he finally murmurs, only half joking as Steve enters the room and inquires what’s going on.

Steve’s just as upset to learn what Omega was doing, especially since he’s been in his studio all day and would’ve helped if she’d only asked him.

Thankfully, he’s not really had to use his Alpha Command again for either of his mates.

Yet, that’s not to say he doesn’t use it at least one more time.

The funny part is it’s not Steve or Omega that pulls it from him but Ransom.

Apparently, the talk Jake, Bucky, and Ari have with Ransom (along with Steve and Omega) doesn’t take as well as it should’ve. Ransom ends up putting himself in danger with a small group of burly alphas, looking to start trouble. Ransom just so happens to become their target.

Jake overhears the group and is already on alert while asking Steve and Omega to stay at their table.

He’s up and out of his chair in time to hear Ransom’s mouth go off on the closest alpha to him, which earns Ransom a threatening growl from said alpha.

Jake gets up to the group at the same time another alpha does. An alpha woman who is just as curious as Jake had been with Steve some years back.

While she manhandles the group of alphas, Jake’s tugging Ransom back to their table and growling under his breath. Like with Steve, he doesn’t even realize the Command is coming out until he sees the sullen anger lurking in Ransom’s gaze. Yet, that doesn’t soften Jake this time as much as it might have in the past.

“You through?” Ransom asks, his teeth bared. His fists are clenched at his sides.

“Ran,” Omega tries to placate at the same time Jake says, “Yes.”

When the alpha woman approaches, Jake’s inner alpha has calmed down enough. He thanks her for her help and offers her a seat next to Ransom.

“Surprising to see an alpha protect a beta that’s not his,” she says, her gaze traveling over Ransom with interest. “You have quite the imaginative mouth, beta.”

Ransom tosses her a few choice words that has Jake’s cheeks going red and growling at him to stop.

It doesn’t faze the other alpha who appears surprisingly more interested in Ransom. After she assures Jake it’s fine, she turns to Ransom and says, “I’d like to take you to dinner, beta, if you’re game. See what else that mouth of yours can conjure up.”

To say they’re all shocked is an understatement.

In a small way, Jake is happy to see someone so interested in Ransom. His hands are full with his small pack and their penchant for trouble now and again.

Even more surprising is the new friend they gain that day with the alpha woman.

Maybe using his Alpha Command isn’t the worst thing in the world though he still prefers not using it.

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Princess & Bunny, Chapter 6

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“MOMMA!”

The omega felt pride rising in her chest as her cub came running towards her, “hello my beautiful baby boy…”

“Miss you momma.”

“I missed you too,” she said sweetly.  Her cub began purring and he nuzzled up against her cheek so that her scent could wash over him as well, “it’s been a while since mommy saw you, isn’t that right?”

He only purred in response as his hands held tightly on her blouse.

“I’m surprised at you, little kitten!”

She sniffled as she looked up, unable to hold back the tears that wanted to slip from her cheeks, “I’m-I’m sorry Harlan.  I just wan-“

“Don’t apologize for being a good mother to your cub, Bunny,” Harlan chuckled as he closed the distance from where he’d originally been playing with Kingston, to where she now stood with him in her arms, “I’m just surprised it took you this long to get up the courage…”

“Y-you know what I want to do?”

He smiled, his hand reaching out to gently pat her shoulder, “oh sweet little cubby, I’ve known what was to be from the day that you and your sister came with your father…you and my grandson were meant to make this child…just as you were meant to break away from my daughter’s control and create your family the way the three of you seem fit.”

“It’ll only be little Kingston and I,” she said solemnly, “I-I don’t want to hide my true nature anymore, Harlan…and that means owning up to what happened with Hugh and I…I-I jus-“

“You don’t have to say it, sweet cub,” Harlan frowned, cutting her off, “I know that you and my grandson were meant to be mates…but Linda’s always been…afraid.”

“Afraid?” she scoffed, “why would Linda have any reason to be afraid?”

“I’m sure you know,” he chuckled, “Ransom never wanted to follow in our family’s footsteps.  Never strived to make something of himself.  And when she married your father, after she divorced that wretched first husband of hers, she found you…you were the child she always wanted Bunny…”

“Bu-but I’m an omega…”

“That never mattered to her,” he chuckled, waving her off, “I’m sure you knew that.  No, what mattered her to was right in there.  What beats beneath your very breast, my child.  She cared about your heart.”

“I’m going to disappear with Kingston,” she said softly, sad by the fact that she was admitting her plans to someone, “I-I don’t want Linda to control us anymore…and I-I’ll never be with Hugh, so-“

“My child, Ransom has been in love with you since the two of you were little kits.  Two panther cubs always being silly…you broke down his walls once…”

“Funny you say that, Harlan…he seems pretty locked behind them…”

“He shut the world out when you shut him out…”

She frowned, “Cece…she-“

“Your sister was always jealous of you, Bunny…you had the attention from Linda…the love from the family…you were your father’s crowning achievement…Princess was only along for the ride.”

“I-I wanted to ask you something as well,” she sighed, putting her son down, “I-if you don’t mind that is?”

“Of course not…whatever you need, Bunny…”

She bit her lip and pulled an envelope from her purse, “I-I don’t think that he would…but if he-“

“You wrote Ransom a note…”

“He deserves some sort of explanation.”

Harlan nodded, taking the envelope from her hands, before tucking it into his jacket pocket, “I think that’s very noble of you, Bunny…”

“I-I don’t want you going out and giving it to him though…just-when you think he’s grown up enough to be able to handle the truth.”

“I think that’s sooner than you’d be willing to admit…”

“Harlan…”

“I’ll give it to him when the timing is right,” he agreed sadly.  He looked to his great grandson, “come on, Kingston…lets me, you, and your mummy go up to your room and pack a bag…then we’ll head to the kitchen and get you two some snacks for the drive…”

“H-how do you kno-“

“Sweet kitten, I know where you are going…it’s the same summer cottage that you met him at…”

“Bu-“

“Why else would you leave him a note?” he smiled softly, leading her into the house.

“Ransom…you have to he-“

“Where is she?”

Princess shuffled back against the wall, nervous over how aggressive the alpha was being, “Hughie-“

“Don’t ‘Hughie’ me,” he growled, shooting her a near murderous look, “where is Bunny?”

“I-she-“

She whimpered again as Ransom began to growl.

“She went to get Kingston!”

The words stopped his growl, “Why would she go get our son?”

“Kingston isn’t mine,” she said quickly, the secret spilling out before she could stop it, “it wasn’t me, Ransom…it was Bunny.  It-it was always hers.”

Ransom felt like his chest had been weighed down with concrete.  He took a stuttering step backwards, his eyes going wild as he looked at the woman in front of him, “Wh-what?  What are you talking about, Cece?  Me and you…we-“

But he stopped speaking as the realization hit him all at once. 

‘It was me all along.’

“Cece…is Kingston mine and Bunny’s cub?”

A few tears trailed down her cheeks as she nodded, “it shouldn’t have been though…sh-she must have done something to make you spine her…y-you were supposed to be mine.”

“Bunny was my mate…not you…”

“Hughie!”

She reached out, but Ransom was ready to slap away her hands.  He shook his head, “No…do-don’t call me that.  I’m not your ‘Hughie’.  I-I’m not-Harlan!”

Ransom raced to his Beemer, forgetting about the needy omega who had tried to manipulate him for most of his adult life, his heart set on getting to his grandfathers, and praying that Bunny hadn’t already left. 

“Come on, Hugh…don’t be making us late!”

“Stop calling me that,” the young alpha growled at his mother with a roll of his eyes, “call me Ransom.”

“What kind of first name is Ransom?” she spat, nearly dragging her son along to the back yard, where her father’s business partner, and her future husband were chatting over a cigar and some Brandy, “it’s bad enough I let your father talk me into giving you that as a first name…I don’t want you going by that if I don’t have to.  Your first name is Hugh, after your great grandfather…you know, Grandpa Harlan’s middle name is Hugh…you should be proud of it.  You’re honoring our family with-“

“I don’t like it!” the stubborn alpha growled at his mother, “it’s silly and old fashioned.  I don’t get it…why did you bring your boyfriend to grandpa Harlan’s summer cottage?  Why couldn’t I go to camp like all the other kids?”

“Linda!” the man cooed upon seeing the alpha panther.  A purr rose up in the back of her throat as he sauntered towards her, wrapping her up in his arms, “I’m so glad we worked this holiday out!  Now the kids can finally meet!”

“Oh sweetheart!” she purred, pulling him into a kiss.

Ransom sneered and turned towards his grandfather.  With a smile he walked up and hugged his elder. 

“So, how bad’s the damage?” the alpha asked his grandpa.  Harlan chuckled and Ransom frowned, “well I need to know just how braindead my future siblings are…mother’s already insisted she’s going to marry this one.”

“I think you’ll get along with them just swimmingly!”

“GIRLS!” their father called out to them.

“Girls?” Ransom asked nervously, “I-I’m going to have sisters?”

Before Harlan could respond two little girls were running towards them.  One was pouting, and had a grass stain on the front of her dress.

“Princess…what on earth did you do to your dress?”

“It was all Bunny’s fault,” the one with the pout whimpered, “she wanted me to look at clouds with her.”

Ransom’s attention turned towards the girl who was smiling and giggling, and had already found her way to Harlan, grabbing his hand, “Mr. Harlan…you’d lay in the grass and watch the clouds with me, right?”

“What better way to spend a summer day?” The man smiled at the sweet omega. 

“Girls…”

“Miss Linda!” Bunny giggled, running up to Ransom’s mother and hugging her waist, “oh I’m so happy to see you.  Daddy said that we get to spend the whole summer together...I can’t wait.  He said that you’ll show us everything we need to know about being a lady an-“

“Bunny…you’re getting too excited, sweetheart,” the woman said kindly, stroking the young omega’s cheek, “remember what we talked about last time.”

Bunny nodded quickly, eager to appease her, “a lady is calm and sweet…an omega even more so to entice the perfect alpha…”

“Good girl!” she cooed, tapping her nose.  The young omega purred happily at the praise and turned to Ransom. 

“I-I’m Bunny!” she smiled sweetly, batting her lashes at the young alpha, “and this is my sister Princess…”

“I’m Hugh,” Ransom said firmly, extending his hand to the omega.  She looked up to Linda for permission and the woman nodded her head.  The girl smiled even more and reached out, taking his hand.  A jolt ran through both of their hands, and the little girl’s eyes went wide before she retracted.  Ransom was confused as he looked to his own mom, “What was that?”

“What was what?” Linda asked confusedly.

“N-nothing,” Ransom said with a shake of his head.  He turned towards Princess and extended her the same courtesy, but she giggled and reached for her sister instead, “Wh-where are you going?”

“Come on, Hughie,” Princess giggled, this time acting more like her twin as she began running towards the play area, “let’s go play.  Come on Bunny…last one there is a lazy cat!”

“It was always her…”Ransom admitted as he put the car in park. 

The only other car was that of his grandfathers. 

He knew without a doubt that she’d already been there when he opened his door.  The scent of whiskey and roses was nearly stale in the air, but he managed to catch the slightest whiff of it. 

The door opened and Harlan smiled, “you were quicker than I thought you would be…”

“Harlan…it’s about Bunny.  I-“

“In time, son,” the older man replied, waving him in, “come in…we’ve much to talk about.”

“But Harlan…I have to-“

“Find her,” he completed with a nod, “yes…I know…but you won’t do it without any idea of where to start, now will you?  Come in and play a game with me…”

“If I win…you’ll tell me where she went?”

“If you win, I’ll give you what she told me to give you right before she left with your son.”

Ransom nodded, eagerly trotting up the steps and into his grandfather’s house. 

Chapter 7

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