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You’ll Never Go Down to the Gods Again

Part I/X

Pairing: dark!Alpha stepbrother Ransom Drysdale x innocent!naive Omega stepsister reader, Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x unnamed male!Omega (ONS)

Words: ~2k

Summary: Ransom is already sick of having to watch over you, but maybe he can think of a way for you to make it up to him, even if you are clueless about his intentions.

Chapter Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m unprotected anal sex, mentions of knotting, one night stand), misogyny, kinda homophobia, Ransom is bisexual but also somehow homophobic, mentions of religion and conservative politics, Linda being a bitch, this chapter isn’t too bad on the dark scale but it’s definitely laying the groundwork for Ransom being unbelievably cruel in future chapters (which will be very dark), SMUT!! A/B/O!! NO MINORS!!

A/N: It’s here! My first ever A/B/O fic and oh my god I’m so excited for this series! Ransom is the absolute worst in this you guys but holy shit I still love him. Comments and reblogs are super appreciated, especially since this is new territory for me and I want to know what y’all think!

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“Oh yes, Alpha! Fuck my slutty little Omega hole, gimme that fat fucking knot, I need it.”

Ransom was trying not to roll his eyes at how noisy and ridiculous this was. He honestly didn’t give a single fuck about designations or the ongoing debate about Omega rights, except for the fact that all these new liberated Omegas were the easiest holes on the fucking planet. Unfortunately they were also the loudest, like they felt like they had to act excessively submissive to attract the Alphas they liked to pretend they weren’t all still desperate for with their suppressants and blockers and fancy new laws. And the males were the worst, since they were facing significantly more push back in their requests for rights.

But a hole was a hole, even if it was a stupidly noisy, overcompensating hole. And it admittedly did give him a certain thrill knowing the media circus it would cause if he got caught with some pretty twink of an Omega, the thought of the look on his mother’s face if it hit the papers was almost enough to make him knot on its own. He was close now, in spite of all the chirps and moans and whines of “Alpha” that were coming from the man he had bent over his couch, at least until the smell of honeysuckle tickled his nose.

“Ransom?” He cursed under his breath when he saw you standing at the end of the hall, slowing the movement of his hips and growling when you rubbed your eyes and gave him a sleepy look. “Is someone here? Oh…” You bit your lip and squeaked when the Omega Ransom was buried knot deep in lifted his head up and frowned at you over the back of the couch.

“Fuck, bunny, just go back to sleep.” Ransom snarled when your bottom lip started to quiver while you stared at him with wide eyes, huffing out a breath when you just turned and scampered down the hall back to your room. “Shit.”

“You fucking brought me here when you already have an Omega?” This time Ransom did roll his eyes when he started moving his hips again even when the man whose name he’d forgotten frowned at him over his shoulder.

“Calm down, she’s my stepsister.” Ransom slammed his hips into the Omega’s ass and smirked when he mewled desperately. “Now shut the fuck up and let me finish.”

“Oh yeah, need that thick fucking…”

“I said shut up.” Ransom cut him off by shoving his face into the pillows, groaning when he felt his hole clench around him. “Gonna knot you and then you need to get the fuck out of here.”

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Ransom frowned while he sat across from his mother and swirled his scotch in his glass. The fact that Linda hadn’t said anything since they sat down and was just giving him that smug half smile was making him feel annoyed. If she wanted to needle him about something he wished she’d just get it over with.

“You gonna tell me why you wanted to have lunch or just stare at me, mother?” He took a sip when she scoffed at him. “I have shit to do so…”

“You have nothing to do except spend mine and your grandfather’s money on unnecessary extravagances.” Linda took a small bite of bread and shook her head at her son. “Unless you’re planning on picking up another… special friend.”

“Wow, Linda.” Ransom tried not to slam his glass on the table as he scowled at her. “How hard was it for you not to say abomination just then? How do you even know about that?”

“Your poor sister…” Linda ignored his muttered ‘stepsister’ and just rolled over him. “Was quite upset about it when I called to check on her yesterday. When we sent her to stay with you I thought we were explicit about our expectations for your behavior.”

“Well I didn’t ask you to send her, so this seems like a you problem.” Ransom flagged down the waiter to order another drink after draining his glass. “Or were you too worried that fancy Omega college you and the preacher got her into isn’t the bastion of conservative values you thought it was?”

“The school is fine, but that poor thing couldn’t handle being around so many new people on top of being in a strange city, you know she’s sensitive.” Linda ignored Ransom’s snort. “Which is why she’s staying with you rather than going on the campaign trail with your father and I.” Ransom’s qualification of ‘stepfather’ was again not acknowledged. “And I will not have you upsetting her. You’re supposed to be looking out for her, and if you can’t do that, well, we might have to think about changing your allowance.”

“I dunno Linda, the fact that you’ve threatened to cut me off so many times before and never followed through kind of takes the bite out of your threat.” Ransom smirked at his mother as he took another sip of his drink, winking at some pretty Omega who had been eyeing him since he sat down and huffing a laugh when she giggled and hid behind her menu. “Besides, who’s gonna take care of the poor little bunny if I’m out of the picture?”

“Donna’s sister has a boarding house for young Omegas if we absolutely needed to move the poor thing around, but again, strangers and her delicate countenance don’t mix well.” Linda pulled a folder out of her purse and handed it to Ransom. “And I know I’ve made empty threats before, but I’m serious this time, we can’t afford the type of publicity you seem intent on bringing down on us now that the campaign is underway.”

Ransom scoffed when he took the folder, his incredulous look falling to a snarl when he read its contents, a press release detailing how his mother and your father could no longer in good conscience continue to support the lifestyle of someone who so blatantly went against the laws of God and nature, and how they would always love Ransom, but God helps those who help themselves. So basically the biggest pile of bullshit he’d ever seen.

“Un-fucking-believable. I can’t believe you’re really buying into that asshole’s bullshit.” He threw the file back across the table at Linda and sank back in his seat with a sullen pout. “I’m your son.”

“My son who has had every opportunity to put his selfish needs aside and help promote the wellbeing of the family, and who has squandered his potential at every turn.” Linda leaned forward and hissed at him as she continued. “You couldn’t have just settled down with some nice, pliant, willing Omega from a good family, could you? You could have been set for life but you just had to play the stubborn man whore just like your worthless father. I’m not going to let you ruin the chance that girl has to move us up in the world, do you have any idea how many prominent families are practically throwing their firstborn Alpha sons at us at the barest mention of an untouched, completely willing and submissive Omega? You either make sure she is well protected and ready to play her role when the time comes or I’m done with you. Good luck trying to make it on your own without that plush apartment and any money from us or your grandfather. Do you have any other snarky comments you want to make or are you going to fall in line?”

Ransom was drunk and pissed off by the time he made it back to the apartment, sneering when he stepped off the elevator to find you sitting on the couch in one of those sweet little dresses you seemed to think were the picture of modesty but that your plump curves managed to make look just a little scandalous. You had your nose buried in one of those idiotic Omega devotionals that were all about how to be the perfect mate and set an example of chastity and propriety, and it only made Ransom more annoyed. Being stuck with you and having to tow the family line was going to be the worst, most boring thing he ever had to deal with. Because you just had to be a tattletale little bitch. Sensitive, weepy, brainwashed, gullible…

Oh, that’s right, you were so gullible.

Ransom cocked his head to the side as he thought about that and grabbed a glass of water, gazing at you still focused on your reading and barely paying him any mind after you gave him a cheerful greeting like you hadn’t ratted him out. Fucking with you was always fun, and easy, since you were so goddamn sheltered and honestly a little stupid from your lack of comprehensive education. But a good little Omega didn’t need an education, you were just supposed to be a breedable hole for whichever rich douchebag Alpha Linda and your father decided had the best chance of moving them up the political ladder.

And if Ransom was supposed to help prepare you to be that sweet little breedable hole…

“Hey bunny.” Ransom gave you a warm smile when you peeked up from your book and chewed on your lip while you looked at him. “Can we talk for a little bit, sweetie?”

“Oh… ok.” You pulled your legs up to your chest when Ransom sat on the opposite end of the couch, not even realizing you were giving him a full view of your pink cotton panties. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I wanted to apologize, bunny.” Ransom reached out his hand for you and tried not to smirk when you took it and let him pull you closer with no resistance, tucking your soft body into his side with a tiny chirp while he wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, but I’ve been acting selfish and rude. Can you forgive me, honey?”

“Of course, Ransom.” You took a deep breath and let his scent of cloves and orange peel and whiskey wash over you and settle your nerves, being around his Alpha presence had always been able to calm you down. “I know it’s an adjustment having me here, I don’t want to intrude.”

Lying little bitch. “You’re not, bunny.” He cupped your cheek and almost rolled his eyes when you let out a purr, this was going to be too easy. “I’m the one who hasn’t been doing my job. Supposed to be getting you ready for life with your own Alpha. It’s gonna be a lot of work, but we’ll go slow. You trust me, don’t you bunny?”

“I do, so much, Ransom.” You leaned into his touch and let your eyes flutter closed, sighing when he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“And you’ll do whatever I say? Some of it might seem strange.” Ransom tried not to look too pleased when you nodded eagerly, you really did just want to be the perfect little Omega. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, bunny?”

“Yes, Ransom, I promise.” You leaned your head on his shoulder and hummed when he squeezed your hip.

“What a sweet little bunny.” Oh yeah, too fucking easy. “First things first, you’re gonna have to get used to addressing your mate and his friends by their designations. So from now on, you’re going to call me Alpha. You understand?”

“Yes Alpha.”