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!
I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!
“Oh yes, Alpha! Fuck my slutty little Omega hole, gimme that fat fucking knot, I need it.”
Ohhh, Ransom. You manipulative, conniving bastard. And, Linda….gross…..but spot on with her character.
I’m so intrigued by this. I’m excited to see what you have planned
This omega has no clue
He is such a bastard in this, but I honestly still love his ass, even when he’s evil. Oh man, Linda is just going to be so easy for all of you to hate, such a cunt.
It’s gonna be a wild ride!!! You’re gonna despise everyone in this (except poor bunny)
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!
I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!
“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?”
warnings: smut/18+, minors and ageless blogs dni, dark content (step-cest), infidelity, minor corruption vibes, one usage of the word daddy your mom is kinda a bitch but we fucks getou so its ok, reader has tattoos
a/n:taking the term “getou father” more literally now. thank you to the lovely @lady-lauren for asking about daddy getou and to my lovely betas @yvvji,@dilfphobes and @whats-her-quirk. also getou’s tattoo is inspired off of this tiktok, it has not left my mind.
Out of everyone who would come to the defense of your new tattoo, you never thought it would be your stepfather.
Ever since he joined the family, Getou’s kept the conversations cordial, but minimal. Polite how do you do’s and the willingness to help you out with your car troubles, but never anything more. So when he stepped up to defend the ink that had peeked through your dress sleeve as you were about to leave for New Year’s gala, you were taken aback.
“It’s just a small one on her arm,” he said, placing a hand on your mother’s shoulder to soothe her. “She’s a grown up, she’s allowed to express herself how she likes. And, it’s easily concealable if you are worried about making an impression tonight.” Her tirade ended mid sentence with her new husband’s touch, trading whatever words she had for a “wear a longer sleeved dress instead.”
The drive to the party is silent, but your mother comes back to life when she’s surrounded by her coworkers, introducing her picture perfect family and then milling away to gossip. She leaves you alone, letting you push leftover pasta around your plate and scroll through Instagram as you wait for the night to end.
It’s Getou who once again comes to save you. He returns to the table with two glasses of champagne in hand, raising one towards you with a grin.
If Kakucho was asked if he loved his wife Angela, he would check to see if she or anyone else who would gossip to her were around and if they were around he would answer yes with a forced smile. However if they weren’t around, then he would truthfully answer with a no.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, of course he did but she just wasn’t the one for him. But he still married her, mainly because of the fact that he had gotten her pregnant and she already had a kid who had been a late teen at the time of their marriage, so he felt like it was the honorable thing to do.
Her kid was a girl and she was born when Angela was a teenager, she was 18 when they got married and made it clear that Kakucho wasn’t her step dad, just some guy that her mom married. Her name was (Y/n).
Kakucho felt so grateful that she didn’t consider him her step dad because his feelings for her were far from parental. While he liked his wife and adored their son, he was completely and utterly obsessed with (Y/n) and would steal her panties from her laundry basket and would use the stolen panties to jerk off.
He would make active efforts to try and catch her taking a shower or masterbating and he would fantasize about her while fucking Angela.
He knew that he can’t make a move on her at the moment because it would ruin her relationship with Angela and she really seemed to love her mom. So his plan was to arrange for someone to get rid of his wife, making sure that there were no ties to him to the crime and then get with his true love and soulmate and together with his son and whatever kids they may have together in the future, they would be one big happy family.
He knew that (Y/n) wanted him too, she had to, with how much she was acting so flirty and seductive towards him and if she didn’t love him then that would be okay because with time and training, she would love him.
He just needed to have patience. But one day very soon he made his dream come true.
The lights went out as Draco laid down on the comfortable sheets of his bed. The silence of the whole Malfoy Manor at night made it quiet enough for him to hear his own breath and heart beating in the dark.
The only light visible was from the muted shine of the moon that the clouds covered. Draco shut his eyes and let out a sigh, feeling his entire body relax and sink into his mattress.
“Draco..”
He snapped his eyes open and sat up and looked around the room violently. Turning his gaze left and right in hopes of sensing whoever whispered his name in the dark. Sweat built up on his forehead, dripping down slowly.
“What—Who’s there?” His voice lightly quivered, his other hand reaching for his wand near his bed. He felt the bed shift to the right and he jumped up, only for his body to be pushed down by small hands.
“Guess who?”
Draco finally took a hold of his wand and shunned light upon the perpetrator only to see that it was you. His lips parted and you chuckled with mischief.
“You—you little bitch! I told you to stop doing that!”
“But it’s fun.” You said in an infantile voice. You moved away from him, allowing him to sit up and move his eyes around your body.
He took a few more moments to pull himself together and calm down from the shock before finally noticing how much skin you were showing. His lips parted even more in an attempt to retort and say an insult but not one syllable left his lips.
“Like my outfit?” You inquire, feeling his eyes land on your white lace underwear then going up to your shirt that showed your sensitive nipples.
“And you’ve got some nerve to come here with that!”
“But do you?”
“Get out of my room.” He replied coldly, turning away from you and fluffing his pillow with irritation. You shifted in your position lightly, spreading your legs away.
“And what if I don’t want to?” Draco flinched from your toes rubbing up against his inner thigh. He felt his cock twitch the slightest prior to looking down at your feet and stopping them right before it reached his growing bulge.
“I’ll drag you out myself.” He said in between gritted teeth, while you smirked in the dark.
“I’d like to see you try, ferret.”
Draco slid his grasp to your exposed thighs and harshly pulled with both hands. You ended up right in front of him, your legs right on his lap with just enough space to feel how hard he was starting to get.
Squeezing your legs tightly, you hear him growl while the feeling of his hands on your thighs soaked your underwear.
“I know exactly what you’re doing here at this time of night.” Even with minimal lighting, you felt his burning gaze on you—and it made you hot. Burning hot, you were hoping he had no idea of how colored your cheeks were.
“To scare you that’s what.”
The next few seconds all happened so fast it was still playing in your mind again and again; He pulled you by your arms and made you lie on his bed, covering your mouth with his hand. His face was directly above yours, and the faint reflection of the light from the window went to his eyes.
Draco noticed how flushed and shocked you were, his knee in between your legs near the rim of your shirt just enough to feel how slick your underwear was.
“Sh!..You hear that?” You stayed perfectly still and listened for any footsteps. “It’s the sound of a liar.”
He had his usual big smirk on his lips, but it looked even hotter up close. So close he could just make his lips land on yours.
“I know you didn’t come here to scare me..you think I wouldn’t notice? All the glances and constant contact you give, along with the childish wrestling that ends with us wrapped around each other; it made me hard all night.”
Your eyes relaxed and a smirk was on your lips under the palm of his hand. You fluttered your eyes seductively, and it only made him scoff.
“See, that look..The look you’re fucking giving me.”
The situation felt surreal; he just admitted that you turned him on, and he did the same to you.
So the feeling was mutual after all.
“Let’s play a game.”
Those words made your eyes dart to Draco, and a dark cloud overtook his pupils.
“I touch you wherever I want for 3 minutes and you can’t come. Because if you do, I’ll tell mum and dad about you sneaking in my room in your underwear.”
His words made you want to moan. You gave him a nod, and he immediately took off his hand that was on your mouth and landed his lips with yours. Draco dropped his hand to your waist, rubbing the fabric before slipping under it to feel your skin.
Your hands went to his neck, his soft blond locks meeting your fingertips.
Draco’s other hand slipped down to your thighs, your skin getting goosebumps from his delicate touch.
A moan went out of your lips when his other hand inside your shirt found your nipple and began flicking it around. A distinct low chuckle ran on your ear when his other hand went inside your underwear and met your cunt with his fingers.
He circled your click with your arousal, enjoying every bit of the show you were putting on for him.
Taking away his hand that was on your nipple, he slid down your underwear. Giving him a chance to clearly see your pussy, he opened your legs wide for him. His fingers ran along your slit and it made you shudder.
His touch alone already made you want to come. And he clearly saw that because he entered one finger and you broke out a loud moan accidentally.
Draco started with a fast motion, hearing the quelch inside your pussy made him even more hard. You kept your mouth open with silent screams, unable to let them out because you both knew the halls of the Manor echoed.
“It’s only been a minute. Think you can handle 4 more?” He asked through his proud voice.
“Shut up.”
His finger reached the spot that made you feral, and it made you arch your back while your hands gripped his blanket tightly.
Your hips started to raise up from the bed and he kept a strong pull down to keep you still, only adding up to your torture.
“3 more minutes, love. But it’s okay to come, I wanna taste your cum on my fingers.”
“C-Can’t…cum..yet–”
“Nothing’s stopping you. C’mon, I really wanna see how you like when you come with my fingers inside you.”
“Shit..”
Seeing as you weren’t close to breaking, Draco bent down and gave a big lick on your cunt. Your eyes screwed shut, and you closed your legs.
His arms pulled them apart, keeping a hard grasp to not get in the way. Draco’s moans in between licking your folds was tempting you. You were near the edge and you didn’t think you could hold on for any longer.
Small soft moans left your lips even if you kept biting them back.
“Be quiet. You’re basically just inviting them to watch with those moans.”
“If you weren’t so good, then I wouldn’t be moaning. So this is on you.”
Just when you thought it could be worse, it got worse. His hands slowly went under your shirt and pinched on your sensitive nipples.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Draco I don’t think…—”
“Then come. You only have a minuteleft..”
Looking down, he was looking directly right up you with sharp eagle eyes. The feeling of his stare, his fingers flicking your nipples around and his tongue going in and out of your pussy made you want to scream.
“You needy slut. Wanted to get fucked by your step brother so bad that you sneaked into his room? What a desperate whore.”
“But I’m your whore..”
“And no one else’s.”
You didn’t break eye contact, and that made Draco fasten his tongue movements.
You couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was all too much, and you had to cum. Your cunt was aching to finally reach release.
With a silent moan, you arched your back and shut your eyes. Draco already started tasting your release and seemed to be enjoying himself when his smile pressed against your skin.
You stared at the ceiling breathlessly, taking your time to feel how gentle his lips were moving compared to earlier. A few minutes after, you felt the bed move on your right, and Draco gave your lips a soft kiss. And another. And another. Until you were both wrapped around each other on the bed, with your head resting on the headboard.
“Taste yourself. I don’t want to be the only one enjoying how delicious you are.”
The kiss lasted for a few more minutes before he pulled away to look at you.
“You know, you only had 10 seconds left.”
Only then did it hit you.
“You won..” The smile wiped off your lips.
“Yeah.” He nodded as if it was a normal thing.
“So you’ll tell them?”
“What? No. We both had a great time; why ruin the fun now?” He gave you a small peck on the lips, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Think I can stay here?” He nodded without a single thought, and walked to his closet, opening the door and leaned forward to look for something.
“I mean, they think we treat each other like siblings. It’s normal for siblings to sleep in the same bed, right?” Draco closed his closet door, and sat down beside you again.
“Step siblings.” You corrected. “But, maybe. I think so.”
“Here, wear my sweatpants. Just in case they enter without knocking the next morning.” Tossing them to you, you quickly put on your underwear and slipped them on before crashing on the bed. He laid down beside you and got comfortable.
“Thank you, Dray.” You pulled the blanket to your shoulders and sighed. “Goodnight, stepbrother.”
