with Steve, Andy, Ari, and Lloyd (Alpha) x You (Omega)
fluff and lil smut, some cheesy thoughts I had about them
Steve
He likes taking care of you. Maybe a little too much. Food and drinks are always stocked in the fridge when you are in heat. He will prepare electrolyte drinks because you sweat a lot, and you need sodium and calcium so that your legs won't cramp when you are riding him.
He will give you anything you want, whether it's his knot or his cum. He won't run a bath afterward. You have caught a cold doing so before. He would clean you with a wet towel.
Your nest is the utmost important thing to him, ranking No.2 in his list of protection. (No. 1 being you) He likes watching you fuss over your nest being not comfy enough and drag him to your nest. He would happily oblige, rubbing his scent over the blankets and comforters, making it easier to calm the omega inside you when he's in the kitchen preparing refreshments.
Andy
He will see it as his personal goal to make you pregnant with a pup. Does it turn you on that he has a breeding kink? Yes. He will continue to fuck you even if his knot has popped up. He will continue to fuck his cum deeper inside you.
He will be super protective during your heat, noticing his business partner that he will be taking care of his omega in the coming week, and no one comes to his house unless he says so.
He will mark you over and over again, never tired of it. He'd love it if you wear his mark to work after your heat. Hell, he'd love it if you mark him as well. (Though he is still working on it, because every time in heat you are too fucked out to do anything)
Ari
He purposefully put his clothes in your nest to have you more addicted to his scent. He loves to see you all whiny and begging when you are writhing in your nest, wanting him to soothe your pain. He will tease and rub your pussy, until you beg prettily, just the way he wants.
Ari is sensitive, and he feels everything through the bond that you two share. Hence, he tends to your needs just right, whether you want him caressing your thighs, or you want him to hold you close, Ari detects and fulfills your needs even before they are spoken.
Oh and he's not leaving this bed unless extremely necessary. Your body will be sore when the heat is over, that's for sure.
Lloyd
This bastard is the sole reason you are in heat cycles and small heat fever way more frequent than any omega else. He doesn't allow you to use a scent blocker on your neck because he wants to smell your sweet scent all the time. He will push you into heat whenever he likes it, and he only gives you an inflatable knot, which is far from enough. He will ask you to bounce yourself on his cock and warm him when his knot roots deep in you.
Despite being an asshole, Lloyd babies you when you have terrible cramps. He likes you to sit on his lap and rub your belly for you. He will pepper you with kisses, tickling your cheeks with his moustache (he's Lloyd after all), and tells you about one of his missions to distract you from the bad cramps. You soon giggle and forget about the pain.
Finding You #20 - Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale smut
The one with the begging
When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?
For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.
A/N: Just a short little drabble for this one!
Andy’s P.O.V.
After her weekend with Ari, everyone missed our beloved and sweet-smelling omega, to the point that she was exhausted by the time we were all done with her.
We let her sleep until she was sated, and then cuddled and fed her whatever she pleased. It’s what she deserved for being our best girl, our perfect little omega, and for obeying all of our orders so well.
I wanted to give her more rest. To let her be for a few days at least, let her recharge after servicing us for so long, but it seemed as if my body needed something else.
It needed her, always.
I came down on her by surprise, because my need for her took me by surprise. But she didn’t fight it. In fact, she leaned into it, becoming limp in my arms as I attacked her neck with kisses.
She was just too fucking sweet.
“Ransom, come here.” My little brother followed my orders without complaining, for once - probably because it had to do with her and he would do anything for her, too. “Keep her spread open for me, hm?”
And so with her legs open with his feet, I crawled up the bed to press a kiss to her petal lips, the ones that released the sweetest nectar known to humanity. My brother kept her hostage, unable to move as I drank from her, slowly and softly, only looking to please myself.
“Please, let me cum, please,” she pleaded, but I could only grin against the softness of her thighs. This wasn’t for her, this was all about me and my sick delight.
“Aw, poor princess,” I mocked. There was drool on the side of her mouth, and I leaned down to lick it off of her, loving the taste of everything she had to offer. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”
But I would never stop fucking her.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” Ransom watched as I undressed myself, rolling over to leave us be as he picked a chair on the side of the room to watch.
“I really, really want to cum,” she sobbed, making a maniacal smile appear on my face. I loved how I could get her like this, on the edge of insanity with just my body.
“I don’t think you really do, honey,” I teased, and much to my pleasure she actually did start crying, hands lashing out to grab me and pull me closer but missing entirely.
“A-are you trying to kill me?” She asked, which got me to burst into laughter as I climbed back on the bed to attend to her needs.
“Of course not, baby! What do you think we’d do without this pussy?” Ransom nodded eagerly from his chair and feeling bad for him, I decided I was feeling good enough to share today. “Come on over,” I ordered while flipping her around, slipping inside her pussy while holding her by the hair so he could use her mouth.
“I just like making you cry,” I confessed against her cheek, fucking her roughly before Ransom grabbed a hold of her neck and guided her towards his cock. “It makes you look so pretty. I like the mess we can make of you.”
Andy sees you out unexpectedly and takes you by surprise
Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a/b/o dymanics/omegaverse, minor stalking, oral sex (m receiving), p in v unprotected sex, fluff, and a hint of feelings 👀
Author's note: it is here!! A sequel to Ate My Heart with our beloved alpha and sassy omega reader, however this can be read standalone! I'm truly in love with these two and have more in mind for them. Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly encouraged and help motivate me to write more. Beta'd by the amazing @mjolnir-steve - thank you for letting me bounce a million idea off of you and adding in all of the commas 🤣
Andy threw back his head with laughter, clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath from one of his coworker’s jokes. Everyone at the firm tried to go out once every quarter to forget about work and just be people together. The table was full of jubilant betas and alphas as they had finished their meals and were onto their second or third drinks. Andy sat back in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass and listening to the chatter when someone brushed by his seat. He froze. That scent. Your scent. What were you doing here? He watched as you hurriedly made your way over to a small table where a man was already seated. His brow furrowed as the man stood and pulled the chair out for you, anger beginning to simmer in his chest as he watched you smile at the beta. What were you doing with him?
It had only been a week or so since he had last seen you, had you sobbing on his knot. You had slept together numerous times since you first met. Sure, regularly hooking up didn’t mean you were exclusive, but he really meant what he said about you not being with betas anymore. Or other alphas. Or anyone else for that matter. He thought you knew he meant it, too. He clenched his jaw and pulled out his phone, quickly firing off a text.
Andy 😈: Hey beautiful, what are you up to?
His eyes remained on you, waiting to see when you would read his message. You appeared to be in deep conversation with the man across the table from you, only stopping when the server arrived with your drinks. He watched as you thanked the server and took a sip from your glass, watched the movement of your throat as you swallowed it. His mouth watered. After what felt like an eternity of Andy shifting his focus between the casual conversation with his colleagues and you engaged with the man, he saw you finally picked your phone up. A smirk pulled at his lips at your wide smile, the faintest hint of brown sugar wafted under his nose in what he recognized as your scent when you were particularly delighted. His phone buzzed a moment later.
'Mega Cutie: Hi handsome ;) Unfortunately I am working. What about you?
He warmly smiled at your reply before his ears perked up to a peal of laughter shared between you and the other man. His fingers gripped his phone tighter. Were you really working? You wouldn’t lie to him, would you? He didn’t like the way the other man was so attentive to you, how he gestured with his hands while speaking and garnering your full attention. He didn’t like you being seen out with someone else.
Andy 😈: Dinner with the firm. No business talk for once.
Andy 😈: Isn't it late for you to be working? I hope the office is quiet. Maybe I'll come visit..
He would never admit it, but he was testing the waters. You weren't at work, but you didn't know he knew that. He grew irritated as you continued to intently watch the man in front of you, still deep in your conversation while you both ate. He narrowed his eyes as you quickly typed a reply, not even picking up your phone off the table.
'Mega Cutie: Yeah, it's really boring. Can't wait to be done.
Andy's nostrils flared at your curt reply. You didn't answer him. What were you doing going out with some beta and lying to him about it? You were his whether you knew it or not yet. He was pulled away from his thoughts when fingers snapped in his face.
"Earth to Barber. You good, man? You look like you're gonna kill someone." His colleagues inquisitively looked at him.
"Sorry, I...Just got a little distracted." Andy cleared his throat and downed the rest of his whiskey. He caught your movement of taking the bill from the server out of the corner of his eye, "Forgot I had plans tomorrow morning so I should probably get going." He pulled his wallet from his jacket and dropped a few bills on the table as he stood. He bid the table good night with a nod and briskly walked to his car.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he watched the front door of the restaurant. After just a few minutes, you exited with the man. Andy narrowed his eyes taking him in. He was about the same height as him, hair slicked back, and heavy stubble. He didn’t think those glasses were doing him any favors, either. His interest was further piqued when you both awkwardly waved as you departed, pleased that he didn’t have to see you hug or, even worse, kiss another man. He watched your hips sway as you made your way to your car, his phone vibrating a moment later.
He waited a minute before replying, not wanting to seem too desperate.
Andy 😈: It’s good. Wishing you were here to keep my lap warm, though.
His reply instantly warmed your skin, and you decided to wait to reply to him when you got home, planning to send him a naughty picture or two to tease him while he was out. It was always fun to play with him, especially as a way to unwind from your seemingly never ending day of meetings. Your teammates had been making the latest project far more difficult than it needed to be with stupid mistakes. They were supposed to take you out for dinner as a ‘thank you’ for saving their asses while discussing the last part of the presentation, but even then, only sweet Dennis showed up because Mike and Jack bailed at the last minute. The two of you had a decent enough time wrapping up the four-person task that you managed to power through together and talked a little smack about your coworkers at the same time, but you were ready to lie down. Pulling out of the parking lot, you failed to notice the black Audi lingering a few cars behind you.
Andy turned the radio off, focused on your direction. Thankfully, you were staying on main roads so it was easy for him to blend in behind you. His heart thrummed against his ribcage. You had yet to invite him to your place, something about you wanting to keep your space free of "alpha stink" as you so affectionately called it. You always went over to his place by the end of a night together, your scent lingering in soft wisps throughout his rooms now. He licked his lips imagining being fully surrounded by your essence, in your private space, a neediness and longing heating his belly and stiffening his cock. He felt addicted to you at this point and needed you to know how badly he wanted to have your scents constantly mingling together. He would need to scent you all over to get any hit of that beta off of your mind.
You pulled into your designated parking spot and turned your car off, eager to shed your work clothes for yourself and Andy. You paid no attention to the sound of another car pulling in and a person coming up behind you, probably just a neighbor coming in at the same time. You opened the first of the double doors in the entrance, finally looking up to see Andy behind you as you went to hold the door, a soft gasp catching in your throat as the man towered over you.
"Hello, beautiful. Did you have a nice date?" He tried to keep his tone even, not wanting his temper to get the better of him. His nostrils flared as he took your scent in, your usual sweetness off as you also radiated surprise and something else familiar.
"Andy? What the hell are you doing here?" Your brows furrowed as you studied his stoic features. "What are you talking about?"
Anger. The same bitterness that swirled with your regular scent the night he followed you in the club. He knew he shouldn't be here without your invitation, but here he was.
"Don't lie to me, honey. I saw you out with him." He inched closer, walking you against the next door, "I thought I fucked you good enough to not think about anyone else. He did look a little like me so I'll give you that much."
You bit your bottom lip, staring up at the alpha while deciding what to say. At this point you weren’t sure if you should be angry or laugh, "A few things first, Barber. One, I wasn't on a date." You stepped closer to him, "Two, you shouldn't have followed me home." Inching closer, you narrowed your eyes at him, your chests now touching. "And three, it's a little cute when you're jealous."
Andy's eyes widened briefly, no one had ever called him cute before. He quickly set his jaw and looked down at your smirk, his face and neck heating up at being defied and called out. He leaned down, barely brushing your nose with his, “Oh, I’ll show you cute, ‘mega. Show you what cute sounds you’re going to make when you’re explaining to me what you were doing tonight.”
You tilted your head up, brushing your lips against his for a moment before turning away and unlocking the door to the lobby. “You sound like you’re going to punish me.” You push the door open and peer over your shoulder at him, “When it should really be you, don’t you think? Showing up unannounced and making wild accusations.” You nod your head toward the elevator, wordlessly inviting him in. “How do you plead, Mr. Barber?”
Andy was on you the second his last name fell from your lips, pushing you inside the open elevator doors with his massive body and caging you to the wall with arms on either side of your head. He watched you for a moment, that devious little smirk still holding strong despite the size of your pupils and the honeyed musk of your arousal starting to reach his nose. “Guilty, beautiful.” He grinned down at you, “Guilty of hating to see you out with someone else.” He bumped your cheek with his nose, “Guilty of coming here uninvited.” His breath warmed your neck as his lips skimmed the shell of your ear, “Guilty of wanting you all to myself.”
You did nothing to hide the soft moan his words drew from you. It was a powerful feeling, knowing the alpha wanted you so badly. His admission surprised you, but you were enjoying every second of it. “Thank you for your honesty.” You slipped out from between his arms to push the button for your floor, “But you’re still getting punished for the second count.”
“Well, what’s my sentence?” Andy slid his hands over your hips, much like he did the first night he touched you on the dance floor.
“That is for me to know,” You pushed your hips back, pride swelling in your chest at the feel of his erection against your ass, “And for you to find out.”
-
“Fuck, ‘mega.” Andy's head dropped back as you swallowed around his cock, your throat so wet and inviting. He looked down, watching your cheeks hollow as you repeatedly bobbed your mouth up and down his length, the mix of your saliva and his precum making the fingers you had wrapped around his base glisten. You looked so perfect, your eyes shining up at him under the dim glow of the lights in your bedroom. His fingers twitched, aching to push themselves into your hair and guide your motion, but he remembered what you mumbled into his mouth as you entered your apartment:
“Don’t touch me until I say so. If you do, you have to leave…”
You hummed as you took Andy down your throat again, your tongue reaching for his balls the best it could. Satisfaction and arousal surged through you as he dropped from standing to sitting on the edge of your bed, a slight shake to his legs as you continued to drive him closer to his peak. You loved the way he was staring down at you, slightly slack-jawed. This was the third time you had felt his balls tighten and you released him with a pop, letting him catch his breath for a moment before taking all of him in your mouth again.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Andy growled, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth. You kept bringing him so close, then taking it away from him. Still lost in your delicious torment, he failed to notice you stand up for a moment, taken by surprise when you shoved his chest to move him further back on the bed. He continued sitting up after he had swung his legs onto the bed, his breath ragged as he watched you climb up beside him.
“Down, boy.” You pushed on his chest again until he laid down. He wasn’t used to taking direction, and the uncertainty on his face made you feel like you were on fire. You peppered kisses and nips across his chest as you swung a leg over his torso, your dripping core sitting just above his belly. You dipped your head down to kiss him, your tongue swirling with his as you slowly dragged your pussy up and down the hardness sandwiched between you two. “Remember, no touching until I say…” Your voice was deeper with desire but teasingly sing-songy nonetheless. Propping yourself up with one hand on his pec, you reach back with your other to lift his cock off his belly and line it up with your entrance. A high whine from you and a low moan from Andy blended together as you slowly sunk yourself down on him, a primal itch of yours getting scratched at feeling so full.
“Fuck, ‘mega. Look at you taking me like that. Your pussy looks so good getting filled up.” Andy watched in awe as you took more and more of him, his fingers curling into the sheets to keep them from settling on your hips. The way your body was still arched put all of you on display for his hungry eyes. Typically Andy liked to be in charge, taking the lead and calling the shots, but something felt so right about your fingers digging into his chest, holding him down. This was the first time you had ridden him and he was sure this was not going to be the last. He pulled his eyes away from your torso and was struck by the way you were staring down at him, your eyes dark and concentration knitting your brows.
You rocked your hips slowly at first, allowing both of you to adjust to each other, but now you had settled into a filthy grind. The way Andy was looking up at you was simply sinful and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his balls. Your nails left marks on his skin as you started to change the pace, picking your hips up until just his tip sat in you before quickly sitting yourself back down again, earning moans from both of you. “You like that, alpha? Like me using you to fuck myself? It feels so good. You feel so good.” You avoided calling him by his designation, only ever teasing, but this was different and felt so right.
Hearing you call him ‘alpha” sent a jolt down Andy’s spine that went right to his cock. He growled and throbbed inside you, thinking about claiming you for his own. He opened and closed his fists in the sheets, wanting so badly to touch you and feel you on top of him, but he was trying to behave.
Andy's actions didn’t go unnoticed and you lowly chuckled as another moan poured from you. “Are you getting desperate to touch me? I’ll let you soon, I promise.” You lowered your head to nip at the shell of his ear, “But I do like being in charge of you.” You sat up again and started to bounce yourself on his cock, your head dropping back at the sensation of being perfectly filled repeatedly. You were playing with a lot of fire and you were enjoying it thoroughly. You reveled in having such a strong alpha who could easily flip you and take charge under your body, following your silly little rule that ended up punishing you both. You craved feeling his warm hands all over your skin. “Go ahead, Andy. Please touch me.”
In an instant, Andy was running his hands all over you, feeling your soft skin beneath his palms and fingertips. He loved seeing the way his touch made you further come alive, a greater desire seeming to burn in your eyes. He gripped your hip with one hand, now allowing himself to plant his feet on the bed and thrust up into you, and let his other hand slide up your body to cup the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your scent gland. The way your head instinctively rolled back to bear your neck to him made a low growl rumble in his chest. He wouldn’t mark you without your permission, but damn, was it tempting. He gently pulled you down to him, placing a sloppy kiss to your lips and trailing more down your jaw and neck, eventually laving his tongue all over your gland. He shushed your whine of protest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your neck as he lapped at your skin and sucked marks all around the spot you wanted most.
You cried out as you felt his mouth graze over where your hindbrain so desperately wanted him to bite down, your pussy clenching down on him, causing you to let out another whine while Andy continued to pound into you. His teasing had brought you so close, your breath was ragged as you slammed your hips down against his. “So good. My alpha knows how to make me feel so good.” Two more thrusts from Andy and you were coming, pulsing around him as you frantically ground down onto him.
You may not have registered the slip of your tongue, but Andy did and it took everything for him to see you through your orgasm and not come on the spot. He loved watching you come apart - your eyes rolling back, your lashes fluttering as your eyelids became droopy, the gentle ‘o’ your mouth made as your chest heaved. He wanted to see it over and over again. “‘Mega, you’re perfect for me. Oh, fuck, I-” Andy’s knot caught on your still quivering entrance and he gripped your hips tightly as he spilled inside of you, earning him watching you keen from the sensation before you collapsed on his chest.
Andy woke with the slightest start, realizing you were still on top of him. You both must have dozed off. He gently smoothed his hand over your hair on the back of your head, cradling you to him. He could get used to this, more than a few nights a week. Your soft exhales across his skin made his chest tighten in the best way possible. His knot had gone down so he slipped out of you, chuckling as you whined and stirred above him. "All tuckered out from playing with your alpha, hm?"
You lifted your head and grinned at him. "Yes, but there's nothing more I'd rather be doing." You wiggled your hips and threw him a playful wink, already missing the feeling of him inside you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you intentionally didn't correct him and the smile that spread across Andy's face told you he noticed. "A perfect way to end the night after dinner with one of my teammates."
Andy's eyes widened at your words, realization hitting him and his cheeks turned pink. You weren't on a date after all.
You giggled at the look on his face and you kissed his nose, "Maybe I should do it more often just to rile you up."
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𝗔/𝗡 | where I’m from, the legal drinking age is 19, and unfortunately, I wrote this story with that in mind, so even though the legal drinking age in the U.S. is 21, just bear with me. Also, I’ll probably add new members if new projects come out !! Note: all visuals made by me (crest, dividers, moodboards, etc.) but no images belong to me.
α (alpha) | β (beta) | Ω (omega)
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 | The photos used for each reader are not meant to represent a specific ethnicity, body type or ideal—the set was created for the general vibe of the reader! I imagine the readers in their early-to-mid twenties, feel free to choose a specific age yourself.
𝐇𝐂𝐕 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬:
| ATA!Reader (starlet) | 3rd Year | Ω | Theatre Arts/Drama Major | Omega Rights Activist
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an addictive union of deep coffee and vanilla with seductive hints of pear and orange blossom.
❝ And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways. So in case I'm mistaken, I just wanna hear you say, "You got me baby" "Are you mine?" ❞ — Arctic Monkeys, R U Mine
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | With dreams of velvet curtains, rows of adoring fans and flashing cameras, you’ve always been fierce with an unbreakable ambition. Your rose-coloured glasses have long since shattered, and you have the unlucky gift of seeing society for what it really is—a cruel kingdom, an unfair hierarchy based on status. Always honouring the alphas, leaving everyone else to scramble for the crumbs to survive.
The world is not a place of wonder and magic, it’s crawling with monsters who have dehumanized your kind and stripped away your rights. Although, you firmly believe not all hope is lost, you will keep fighting even if no one will listen, all it takes is to try, and you haven’t failed anything yet.
Starring in: 𝐀 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐀𝐜𝐭 | #tough act: reader
| CL!Reader (legacy) | 2nd Year | Ω | Kappa Phi Legacy | Natasha’s little sister | Journalism Major
About Kappa Phi: #hc: kappa
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an uplifting mix of wild strawberries, youthful vanilla and jasmine.
❝ How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you’re always flying off to blue perfection? ❞ — Rumi, the pattern improves
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | All your life, you’ve strived for the best. Spending many years following in your mother’s footsteps, idolizing her, and allowing yourself to be belittled in the process. You thought being in Kappa Phi would solve all of your problems, mend your relationship with your mother, and get you one foot into the highly competitive world of journalism, but you couldn’t be more wrong.
Unfortunately, being Kappa Phi’s newest legacy came with a few sacrifices—from yourself, both externally and internally, and ultimately, giving up all control in your life.
| SOS!Reader (cherry) | 1st Year | Ω | Culinary Major & Aspiring Baker
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a combination of toasty warm florals, from freesia, rose and jasmine, with a lingering dash of baked sweets.
❝ Glued up, sometimes it's too much. I'm fucked up and clueless….life would be boring. Empty but no hurting (hurting). Is it necessary to touch when it's scary? ❞ — Melanie Martinez, Glued
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Be good and do good, honour yourself and your family, have faith in the beings of the heavens. You are sheltered and introverted, never making decisions for yourself, just obeying every command of your parents. Their guidance has bled into every inch of your life—but you don’t know any better, never having the chance to create or solve things yourself. All you had to do was follow their rules and live up to any expectations, be the virtuous daughter of their dreams.
Who knew all of that micromanaging, protection, censorship and guidance would make you the perfect prey?
❝ 3 Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? 4 The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, who does not trust in an idol or swear by a false god. ❞ — Psalm 24:3-4
Starring in: 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧’ | #sos: reader
| NF!Reader | 2nd Year | Ω | Visual Arts Major
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a subtle cloud of grapefruit and orange with white florals, and a bit of paint.
❝ ...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? ❞ — Vincent van Gogh
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | You love cashmere sweaters, the morning breeze and the sound of rain, the softest things hold a special place in your shy, reserved heart. A lover of the arts, but an overwhelming revere for the visual kind—sculptures, photography, painting and drawing, and even architecture.
To you, the world and its inhabitants are art, individual completed pieces, unforgeable, and remarkable in their own ways. You are art too, and you’re hanging in the Louvre. But unlike others, you are incomplete. There is an empty corner at the bottom, just waiting for a signature to finish the masterpiece—to make you into something more, an art piece that belongs to another.
Starring in: 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 | #non finito: reader
| YG!Reader (casanova) | 4th Year | Ω | Howard College Cheerleader | was in a now shut down sorority | Fashion Major (Styling)
Note: casanova is in 3rd year in Young Gods, and 4th year in the rest of the fics.
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: an attention-grabbing fusion with a woody, earthy and spicy base that leaves a faint trail of sweet patchouli behind.
❝ Out if the ash I rise....And I eat men like air. ❞ — Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus (4)
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | The seductive glamour girl, the spoiled homecoming queen, the campus brat—you’re a casanova with swaying hips and a trail of broken hearts behind you. Life was handed to you on a sparkling silver platter and at the hands of your affluent family. Practically bathing in riches, you’ve won various beauty pageants and cheerleading competitions. Being an omega is not a place of pity or loss of pride. There is an undeniable lure surrounding the lowest class—and shame is not in your vocabulary. Your status is not a curse but a blessing, omegas are sensual and captivating creatures who could own the world if they wanted but that doesn’t interest you.
You crave the perfect life with the wealth and reputation of your creditable and successful family. Even if that means an arranged marriage. Although, they never said you must be faithful, being the temptress of Howard College, you’ve had your fair share of lovers and don’t plan on being loyal anytime soon. You’d rather be caught dead than bowing at the feet of an alpha. You demand control and attention, regardless of how defiant and untamed your methods are, you will be your own god.
Starring in: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 | #yg: reader
| Kalopsia!Reader (pet) | 1st Year | Ω | Dance Major
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | scent: a soft blend of sage and white tea, with inviting white iris and musk that never goes out of style.
❝ Instead it’s slow and insidious, slinking through you like ink through water, until it permeates every inch of your soul. ❞ — Karina Halle, A Nordic King
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | “Be careful, sweetheart, the city can be wicked” to your kind—it went unsaid in the postcards from your parents but you were timid, unscathed, and terribly gullible, so that warning went straight over your head. From a small town to living with your grandparents, you were so blissfully aware of the monsters that lurk within the skyscrapers and bustling streets, and most importantly, the darkness clouding Howard College.
A pristine freshman is the latest talk on campus, and you being an unmated omega only pushes you further into the spotlight. You were bound to catch the gaze of your new peers, including the popular, rugged, and cold-hearted alphas of the infamous fraternity, Arcadia Phi.
You wander straight into their trap, blinded by the endless beauty of the new big and bright city—or foolish naivety.
He was watching you starting to crash from the chaise sitting beside the couch you had been curled on. He watched you leaning against Andy, with your temple resting against his shoulder as your eyes started getting heavy.
The sound of the older movie playing on the screen had been enough of a distraction from the aftermath of your heat and your three ‘marked’ mates gone, yet now that exhaustion was starting to settle in, your longing had only increased. You wanted the security of having an alpha nearby, and while you had been a little more clingy the further drawn into exhaustion you had become, Ari and Andy would be remiss if they had cast you away.
Truthfully, they had both enjoyed having the three of you in the big house; the quiet and lessened rush of testosterone had been good for you. After you had gone outside to eat and had gotten fresh air, the conversation seemed to come more effortless, and the tension in your shoulders had almost wholly left.
Now, you were tired, and you were trying your damnedest not to settle into sleep, whether that was from fear that you would be alone or the anxiety that had come from being newly mated and having four of your alphas gone, it hadn’t mattered.
If you were anxious at all or had been suffering from a worried state, they would offer as much comfort as they could. It was endearing, watching you press yourself further into Andy’s side as you feigned alertness, the natural connection that an alpha could have with an omega, was already being built upon.
Not just with Andy, but Ari as well.
In your mind, perhaps theirs as well, you were as mated as you could be without being marked. There was, obviously, still some lingering awkwardness. However, innately, you had recognized each other as being theirs and them being yours.
“Tired, sweetheart?” Andy questioned you as your eyes started to flutter closed, and a soft chuckle had reverberated when you denied the claims while pushing yourself even closer until you were nearly in his lap. “Why don’t you go to bed?’
“I’m wide awake. We’re watching a movie.” You had worn Andy’s hoodie all day, and the closer you got to the depth of a dream world, the further you had curled into the warmth until your hands had all but disappeared beneath the sleeves and so had your knees.
“You’re not a good liar.” Andy kissed the top of your head and shifted on the couch, hearing you grumble under your breath. “Come on, baby.”
“I don’t want to.” You snapped at Andy and then had almost immediately recoiled. You pushed yourself into the corner and turned your head, afraid to meet either of their gazes, as a flicker of fear had run through you.
They could hear your heart racing, and there was a shift in your scent that had eluded to the fear that you wouldn’t just be reprimanded but face some harsher repercussions that you had indeed known could be inflicted on an omega like yourself. You didn’t have to have much experience with alphas to understand the negative connotations of an alpha who was on a power trip, and that is what you had possibly thought was coming your way.
“What’s going on, omega?” Andy had crouched in front of you and rested his hand on your knee as Ari had gotten up and walked into the kitchen to make you tea, though he was listening closely to the conversation.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you.” Your voice wavered, and you briefly turned your head, locking eyes with him. “I’m sorry-“
“What’s wrong, Y/N? Why are you so scared? Hmm?” Andy drew his fingers down your cheek, the affection pulling small sounds of innocent pleasure from you, the physical endearment was akin to having your hair played with.
“I’m not scared.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you had become forlorn. “I’m not scared because I know I’m safe. It’s…I’m not scared. I’m not, but I’m…overwhelmed? I’m… a lot is going on, and I have three mates, and they’re all gone. And I don’t…want to be alone tonight.”
“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” Ari spoke from the edge of the living room with a teacup in his hand and his other hand resting on his hip.
“God, I sound like such a child.” You groaned and wiped your nose off the sleeve of the hoodie.
“You don’t.” Ari walked closer until he was standing to your right. “You sound like someone whose life has been uprooted for the past three years. You sound like someone who had been forced into something they didn’t initially want to avoid a terrible fate. You have every right to feel overwhelmed. You have every right to bite our heads off, and you never have to be sorry.”
“Ari-“ you sighed and lowered your feet to the floor.
“He’s right, sweetheart. You don’t need to explain yourself to us. You don’t have to explain yourself to anyone.” Andy brushed his thumb across your cheekbone. “You wanna stay with either one of us tonight? You can. Take your pick. I have some paperwork I have to finish-“
“Can I stay with you tonight, Ari?” You chewed the inside of your cheek and shifted on the couch, watching the massive alpha to your correct tilt his head and smile languidly. “Please?”
“Of course you can, princess.” He reached out his hand for you to take and as you slipped your hand in his, he had pulled you gently to your feet, your body nestled between his and Andy’s.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Andy leaned into you and kissed your forehead, his lips lingering and leaving a trail of warmth behind when he had pulled away.
“Thank you, Andy.” Your smile was small and mostly forced now that you had stood and been succumbing to your exhaustion. However, the small gesture you cast toward him before following Ari out of the living room and up the stairs had been appreciated.
“You okay?” Ari had questioned when the two of you had entered his room, and the nod of your head was the non-verbal answer you had given him before you approached the king-size bed and sank onto the covered mattress.
“Tired.” You muttered finally, taking Andy’s hoodie off and tossing it toward a deep maroon wing back chair a few feet from the bed. When it was gone, you had stretched your arms behind you and leaned your head back, that heavy draw of sleep urging you toward its embrace.
“Here are some clothes to change into, baby.” Ari set a pair of his boxers down to your left along with one of his shirts, and you muttered a ‘thanks’ and had to wait until he had gone into the bathroom before you peeled off your remaining layers. You had gotten changed into what he had given you fairly quickly before you dove under the covers and curled in on yourself.
“Goodnight, beautiful.” Ari had mumbled into your ear when you were losing the fight with sleep, his voice and his body heat finally soothing you into the depth of slumber.
“You can get whatever you want.” Andy’s hand resting on the small of your back had been warming you delightfully as the three of you entered the massive department store, with the clear instruction that you were going to preemptively prepare for your next heat by getting whatever your heart desired.
“Whatever I want? Are you sure?” Your hesitancy had been rightfully extended with a purse of your lips. “I mean…Frank-“
You didn’t know what to say or how to convey what was behind your hesitancy. For the past three years, you and Frank had to keep a tight budget and that had restricted what you could use to build your nest. You used what you could and worked with that you had.
“It’s okay.” Andy leaned in to you and tilt your head up via your chin, to kiss you softly. “I’ll deal with Frank, alright? Just get what you’d like. No questions asked.”
You were torn between letting loose for the first time in your life and remaining as reserved as you had. It wasn’t Frank’s fault, and you would never blame him for the short reserve you had to keep. If anything, you had blamed yourself for keeping the two of you on such restrictions. He would have never said anything, and he never had, yet you felt responsible for the hardships you had to go through.
If it weren’t for you, Frank could’ve lived a normal life with the omega of his choosing. If It weren’t for you, Frank wouldn’t have had to spend three years in a cycle of constant moving from place to place.
“I don’t…I don’t know if can…” You finally admit, feeling the rift between you two.
“You don’t have to do this alone.” Ari had chimed in, his arms crossed over his chest. “We’re here for you.”
“Let’s start with some blankets.” Andy smiled your way, his innate beauty bringing out a sense of ease in you.
“Can I ask..?” You drew out the question as you shift in the front seat, your left temple resting against the passenger seat.
You had been gone to the city almost the entire day getting everything you didn’t think or know you needed. And while it had initially been a trip meant to get things for your nest during your next cycle, Andy and Ari had made sure you had more than you wanted when you first started.
Instead of just focusing on your next nest, Ari had insisted that you get more clothes because your were three years old and according to him, ‘you couldn’t always steal theirs’. Andy, after you chose more than you imagined for the nest, had ordered you a bigger and better bed, he had tossed a pair of wireless headphones into the cart for when you need moments to yourself.
You had gotten bath oils and scrubs designed to ail omegas in heat. Everything had been geared toward you and your desires, the things that could benefit you in the house, in the mass of chaos that you were going to be surrounded by. It was all expended by Andy, everything without a single glance at the price tags or the final expenditure.
He hadn’t done anything but grab your hand and kiss the back while handing over his credit card.
“Course, baby.” Andy turned his head quickly before turning his eyes back to the road.
“I mean this is…this can be for both of you but…do you really care that much about omegas to dedicate your entire lives to keeping them safe?” The question had been charged with emotion and wonder, stretching far beyond yourself.
“Why do you find that hard to believe?” Ari raised an eyebrow from the seat behind Andy’s.
“From the experience I have with alphas, they’re far more likely to take advantage of an omega than offer to help them.” You felt a tight coil in your stomach when you thought of the few incidents that had brought you into the clutches of alphas before Frank, and a few after, that had done nothing but want to take advantage of you.
It was an alpha trying to take advantage of you that led to you getting an assault charge. It was an alpha who had tried to corner you when you were alone.
“I’ve seen first hand what can happen to omegas who slip through the system that’s supposed to protect them.” Andy reached out and placed his hand on your leg, his fingers squeezing your flesh through your jeans.
“The system that’s meant to protect omegas isn’t perfect, and the ones that fall through are left in a position where their choices-“
“I know.” You frowned, your mouth getting dry at the same words that been spouted to you in high school. “I know the statistics. I know the…risks. I’ve been told this all my life.”
“Y/N-“
“I’m going to be dependant on all of you. This isn’t…this isn’t any small measure and a part of me wonders why you care. You could’ve said no. When I met you with Frank, you could’ve sat by and done nothing. Yet, you offered your freedom to help save me.” Your gaze fell to the stitching on the console, your lips becoming pursed as you were contemplative.
“Its our job as alphas to protect and provide for omegas. How far out of field have we become as a society if the people who need our help are being treated like a commodity?”
“If we did nothing, knowing what was going on in the world, then we would be no better than the pieces of shit that take advantage of omegas like you.” Ari continued on Andy’s thought. “As alphas, we have the nature to want to keep people safe-“
“Thank you.” You cut him off. “I wanted…I didn’t want to feel like you were only doing it because…you were doing a job.”
“You’re more to us than a job. You mean more to us than you even realize.” The final turn was taken, and after Andy had pulled back into the driveway, he shift toward you. “If we ever make you feel like you are part of the in and outs of life, than we have done a terrible job of being your alpha.”
“Andy-“
“We mean that, sweetheart.” Again, Ari had shared the same sentiment in different words.
Experienced, silver fox Alpha!Andy who keeps resisting the omega!reader...until he hears you may start looking for someone else to get you through your upcoming heat. 🔥
Author's note: okay this has been bouncing around in my head for weeks and I finally pulled it together. Heavily inspired by Monster by Lady Gaga and Andy Barber's deliciousness. Huge shoutout to @mjolnir-steve for hyping me up and beta-ing this for me!! Love you baby ❤ last but very much not least comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy!!
It was a pretty nice place, nicer than a lot of places your friends have taken you. Despite being more upscale, it still reeked of alpha and you were glad your suppressants allowed you to pass as a beta for the most part. It helped you avoid trouble, unlike your friends who weren’t on suppressants and loved getting wooed by alphas. Even if it was only for one night or they almost got marked, they made their choice and you made yours, and you respected each other for it. Little did you realize, trouble had been watching you from across the club since the moment you walked in.
“Something tells me that I’ve seen him before,” your friend softly spoke as her eyes flickered to your right. Your attention was brought across the room to the VIP section, where an alpha with dark hair and full, dark beard deep in conversation with another man caught your eye. “We might’ve fucked, not really sure. Don’t quite recall...” She rolled her eyes and took a long sip from her second drink in the maybe 20 minutes you had been there.
“Oh, you fucking wish!” Your other friend cackled and threw back a shot. “He’s gorgeous, but he is not your type.” She scanned the room for a second before setting her gaze on a tall blonde man with a combination of the broadest shoulders and smallest waist you’ve ever seen. “Now that is your type. Go get ‘em, lady.” Your friend giggled and slid off of her barstool, sauntering her way over to the neatly clean-shaven alpha.
“Look at him, though. He sure is something.” You glanced back at the bearded man, glad that he hadn’t noticed you looking. “You don’t think Jamie has been with him, do you?”
“No way. You can almost feel that presence from here and you know no matter how drunk she got, she’d remember that.” Your friend lowly whistled and shook her head. “And since when are you looking? Miss I-only-get-with-betas-to-save-myself-from-a-headache?” She pointedly looked at you, eyebrows raised.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You playfully shoved her shoulder. “There’s just something about him. I don’t know.” You shrugged and tipped your head back to finish your drink.
Once you started to loosen up, you made your way onto the dance floor, smoothly weaving between bodies and moving to the music. You were quickly separated from your friend, but you knew it was bound to happen. Sure she could handle herself, you let it be. You danced with a few men and women, the heat radiating off of everyone causing the mixture of alpha and omega scents to swirl around you, giving you an extra buzz. The hair on the back of your neck pricked up before a pair of hands softly settled on your hips, pulling your attention from the pretty beta who was about to press her thigh between yours. “You look good enough to eat, beautiful.”
“Paws off.” You snipped and spun around, only to be face to face with the alpha you had ogled before. His breath was on your face and his scent filled your nose. Your mouth watered a bit.
“Forgive me.” The man dropped his hands but stayed just as close, flashing a wide smile. “May I?”
“We can dance, but that’s it.” You stepped closer and rolled your body against his. You wanted to be firm, no alphas. The whole idea of getting caught up in each other’s scents and having to worry about heats and ruts was never appealing to you. His hands found their way back to your hips and you liked how they felt through the fabric of your dress. He also smelled good. Really good. No alphas. No matter how good they smell. Stop thinking about those hands in other places. Stop it! You reached up to rest your wrists on his shoulders, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. His hands ran up and down your sides, careful not to go too high or low.
“My name is Andy,” he murmured in your ear. Despite how warm you felt in the middle of the dance floor, a shiver ran through you when his beard brushed the shell of it. You tried to fight it and you knew he noticed when you heard him chuckle. You made sure your voice was level before giving him your name.
Two songs passed and it was time to get away from him before your dumb little hindbrain tried to start convincing you otherwise. “It’s been lovely, Andy, but I need a breather,” and you slipped out of his grasp without another word. You zigzagged through the crowd trying to make it more difficult for him to follow before you made your way to the restroom.
You locked the door behind you and leaned against the sink. Wettinga paper towel, you wiped the coolness over the back of your heated neck. His presence was strong and you felt yourself getting wet at the thought of going back to him. No. You only had a few slow breaths to yourself before there was a knock, "Just a minute." You straightened yourself out before unlocking the door. Before you could even turn the knob, the door was pushed open and the huge, warm chest you’d been pressed against only moments ago rushed against you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
"I smelled you from across the whole club. I can only imagine what you'll be like off of those suppressants." The tall alpha shut the door and backed you across the room. He brought his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You ducked your head down, your face growing hot with anger and embarrassment, refusing to look anywhere but at him. He shouldn't have followed you. And you shouldn't like that he had. "What's got you so bent out of shape, omega? You think I couldn’t find you in this silly little chase? Aren't you happy to draw an alpha in like your little friends? It smells like you are..."
You had nowhere else to go as your back hit the wall. You could handle being out in the crowd where all of the scents mixed together, but here, his clean and earthy scent was concentrated in a cloud hanging around your head. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, his delicious scent filled your nose and made you relax, but the hand he brought up to cup your face brought your attention and hard glare up at him. “I don’t fuck alphas.” You gasped as his hand shifted to grasp your face, his thick and well manicured fingers softly digging into your cheeks.
“That’s right, omega. Alphas are supposed to fuck you.” He leaned forward, watching your pupils grow large despite the angry brows sitting above them. He could tell you wanted him as he wanted you, but he could also see you weren’t going to give in so easily.
“Oh, are they? I wouldn’t know anything about that.” You countered, knowing you probably looked ridiculous with his fingers still squishing your cheeks. He was persistent, and you liked it. He wasn’t angry with your behavior, different from most of the alphas that ever tried to pursue you.
“So you’re telling me you’ve never had that sweet pussy stretched by a knot before.” He released your face and ducked his head down, humming as he deeply breathed in the scent of your wetness and nipped at the shell of your ear. “Then you’re going to be in for a real treat.”
“Who said anything about you knotting me?” You turned your head to look at him, pulling your ear away from his lips.
“I know you want it. Do you think I didn’t catch you looking at me before either? Probably whispering to your friends how you changed your mind about alphas. I was watching you, too.” He stepped even closer to you, his thigh pressing between yours and pushing the fabric of your dress up. You could feel how close he was to your heat and you clenched around nothing, more slick leaking out of you at his words. “See? So wet for me already.” He pushed his thigh up against your sex, slowly grinding it back and forth.
You couldn’t help the small whine that crept out from the back of your throat and you pushed a leg forward until you felt the hardness of his erection against you. “You like chasing omegas who want nothing to do with alphas?” You rolled your hips against him, granting you both friction.
“I like a challenge.” His lips ghosted down your neck, briefly hovering over your mating gland to gently scent you. It was exciting for him to go after you, to feel like he really needed to work for it. Knowing he may be the first alpha to have you made pride flare in his chest, and he emitted a low purr as he continued to nuzzle into your neck. He liked the way you moved under him.
“Well, then your next challenge should be getting me back to your place if you want to knot me so badly. You are not fucking me in this bathroom.” You leaned forward to nip at his earlobe, mirroring his actions from before. In an instant, he had an arm wrapped around your waist and he was ushering you to the door through the crowd. You think you caught him growling at any alphas you passed by and it turned you on even more.
The next few minutes were a blur as you and Andy rushed down the sidewalk and into the subway station, his arm never leaving your waist. He kept dipping his head down, his nose bumping into your”s before you’d turn your head away, teasing him with a giggle. He continued his attempts, pulling you closer each time, starting to pepper your jaw and cheeks with kisses since you wouldn’t allow him your mouth. It wasn’t until you reached the back of a subway car that you allowed Andy to pull you into his lap and kiss you for the first time. His kisses were slow and deep, his facial hair pressing into your skin as he took his time getting you to open up for him, his tongue and teeth grazing your lips. Once you parted your lips, he was on you more than ever before, cradling your head in both hands and pushing his tongue into your mouth to taste you. It was almost a tender moment, but you still wouldn’t give into him that easily. You broke the kiss, dipping your head to lick a long stripe from the collar of his shirt to behind his ear, gently biting at his lobe when you got there. He growled and stood up as the train came to a stop, making sure you didn’t fall in the process. You both rushed to his apartment and tumbled through the door.
“How attached are you to this dress?” Andy mumbled into your neck, his fingers digging into the fabric as he grabbed your hips.
“Just buy me a new one later.” You carded your fingers through his hair and purred at the wet kisses he pressed around your mating gland. The sound you made caught you off guard and you whipped your head up in confusion and embarassment
“Purring for me, my little omega? How cute.” He chuckled and grasped the fabric of your dress, slowly tearing the fabric to reveal your skin. The fabric fell to your feet and you were left in your bra, panties, and heels. The way Andy’s eyes raked over your body raised your temperature and a fresh wave of arousal coursed through you, further soaking your underwear. He breathed in your sweet scent and began placing kisses across your chest, his hands coming up to cup your breasts through your bra.
“Not yours.” You quipped before moaning as he pinched your nipples through the fabric. He trailed his hands up your shoulders and snapped your bra straps against your skin before wrapping his arms around you and undoing the clasp. Your breasts were freed and Andy’s mouth was immediately on them, covering the soft skin in all of the nips, kisses, and licks he could muster.
“Not yet.” He retorted against your nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. He loved the way you responded to his touches, and knowing no beta you had been with before could make you feel the way he was going to, he couldn’t wait to bring you even more pleasure.
“We’ll see about that.” You reached down and palmed his hard cock through his pants, preening at the hiss he let out. “You think your knot is so good you’ll turn me on to alphas?”
“Looks to me like you’re already turned on and you haven’t even had my knot yet.” He slid a hand up your inner thigh, his fingers already wet before they made it to the soaked fabric of your panties. With a flick of his wrist he had ripped the offending fabric from your hips. “I’m not buying new ones. I’d prefer if you just didn’t wear any around me.” He scooped you up, your shoes falling off your feet as he walked you to his bedroom.
The room was completely filled with his scent and it simultaneously relaxed and excited you. You liked the idea of smelling like him after tonight. The moment your feet met the floor again, it was your turn to start pulling at his shirt with one hand, your other still rubbing and squeezing the bulge in the front of his pants. You licked and bit at the skin you uncovered as your fingers made light work of the buttons.
“You sure talk a lot of game, you know.” You were kneeling in front of him at this point, your nose nuzzling into his belly as you unbuckled his belt. Once his belt was open and his pants were undone, you mouthed over his cock straining against his underwear. You wanted to bring him to his knees at some point, but at least feeling them go weak was a good start. You felt his hand cup the base of your skull and you expected him to push your head into his crotch, but instead he guided you to stand and pulled you into a searing kiss.
His tongue poked at your lips and swirled around yours as you opened up to him, humming into your mouth. He walked you backwards until your knees hit the edge of his bed. You sat on the edge and spread your legs to allow him to stand between them. His hand left the back of your head and trailed down your neck, between your breasts, over your belly, then rested just above your soaked core. “Need to get you warmed up first, omega. Have to get your tight little hole ready to take this knot.” His fingertip circled your clit, your walls clenching around nothing again. Your head fell back as you enjoyed the sensation. Andy slowly dragged the pads of two fingers through your dripping folds before gently pushing them inside you. He could get used to you gripping his fingers like that. He wasted no time pushing them as deep as possible and curling them upwards, stroking your sensitive spot just right.
You gasped and rolled your hips against his hand. His fingers were making you even wetter and the back of your neck felt like it was on fire. He stroked you just right and you moaned again, this time you could feel yourself squeezing his digits tightly. “Are you sure you’re ready for this little pussy?” The wide grin you flashed up at him quickly vanished as he slipped a third finger into you and pressed his palm against your clit.
“Oh don’t you worry about me. I’m going to enjoy every bit of this.” He could tell he was working you close to orgasm, your hips jerked a bit more erratically and your breathing picked up. A soft whine came from the back of your throat and your brows knotted, then he pulled his fingers out. If looks could kill he thinks you could have at least wounded him with the frustrated look on your pretty face. He smirked and stared at you while he sucked his fingers clean, humming as he did so. “See? I knew you’d be sweet. Now, present for me.”
The command went straight to your core and you were already so close you nearly came from hearing his voice drop like that. As much as you wanted to be filled up you still weren’t going to give in that easily. This game had been too fun and you didn’t want it to end anytime soon. “I’m not just going to roll over for you, you know. Make me.” You winked at him and backed up onto the bed, quickly trying to get over the other side and put it between you two.
“So you like it when I chase you? Noted.” Andy pushed his pants down his legs, leaving him in just his underwear. He slowly circled around to the end of the bed, forcing you to crawl back on it to try to get across again. He faked continuing around and pounced onto the bed, pinning you under him. He slipped an arm under your wriggling frame and managed to roll you over in one swift motion. He was strong. And it made you wetter. He sat back and gripped your hips, pulling them back until your knees were bent and your ass was high in the air. “See? Now was that so hard?” He kneaded your cheeks for a moment before standing and ridding himself of his final garment, his cock springing free and hanging heavy and dripping. He knelt behind you again, his fingers running through your wetness again. You wiggled your ass at him.
“Ready when you are, Alpha.” You teased, excitement running through you in anticipation of what was to come. You jumped as he gently swatted your pussy, a small yelp coming from your lips.
“Next time I’m going to shut you up with my cock first.” Andy chuckled and took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes before running the head through your folds. The head barely caught at your entrance and you both were already moaning. He finally pushed himself into you and you both melted. You had never been stretched like this before, an instantly addicting burn, and he had never been squeezed tighter. You both stilled for a moment, taking in how the other felt before slowly pulling back and meeting once more. “Fuck, ‘mega…”
“Andy, holy fuck.” You had never felt so full before. With each thrust it felt like a new corner of pleasure was being discovered, your body feeling more boneless by the minute. You couldn’t let him have all the fun in ruining you, so you did your best to grip the sheets and push your ass back against him, meeting each of his thrusts halfway. “Am I going to ruin all other omegas for you, hm?” You egged him on and tried to meet his movements with equal roughness. His fingers dug into your hips so hard you knew you were going to bruise and it only spurred you on, mewling as he stroked you just right.
“How’s that cock treating you, pretty ‘mega? You’re making such nice sounds.” Andy released one hand from your hip to slide over your belly and meet you clit with quick circles. “Gripping me so tight. I don’t think you’ll be fucking any betas after me. Or any other alphas for that matter.” He snapped his hips into you at the thought of you being with someone else after him. No. You were his now. Your whining pulled him from his thoughts, “Are you going to come for me, little omega? Make a mess on this big cock before you take my knot?” He watched your skin growing shiny with a sheen of sweat and he bared his teeth as he caught your gaze.
“Oh fuck, Andy. Just like that. S’good. So fucking good.” You grunted and continued to push back against him. The sinful wet sounds between your bodies filled the room. “You ready for me to come? Gonna cream all over your knot.” His fingers grazed your clit in just the right way, hurtling you toward a blinding orgasm. You buried your face into the sheets to muffle your scream as you felt yourself clamp down so tight onto his cock.
“That’s it, come for me. Milk this fucking cock like a good girl until I spill inside you. Fuck!” Andy shuddered as his growing knot kept catching at your entrance until it was almost too much. He pushed himself into you as far as possible, his knot finally locking you in place and he came with a shout, collapsing onto his hands which fell on either side of your ribcage. Silence filled the room other than your shared heavy breathing for a few moments as you both settled into the warm rush of endorphins. Andy gently rolled you onto your side so he could spoon you while he waited for his knot to go down, his face buried into the back of your neck.
“Who knew the big bad alpha liked to snuggle?” You chuckled and pressed your ass back into him, pushing his softening cock deeper inside you and making him groan.
“I’m serious about shutting you up a little next time.” Andy laughed and ran a finger over your lips. He rolled his eyes as you poked your tongue out to swirl it around his fingertip. You were going to drive each other crazy in the best way possible.
Welcome to the 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 for the characters of 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 for Arcadia Phi.
❝ With the college motto, “Where Leaders are Made,” Arcadia Phi is where those leaders become gods.
Founded in 1889 and strictly for alphas, Arcadia Phi is one of the most renowned fraternities in the country with a record of famous alumnis, celebrities and successful elites worldwide. To be in Arcadia is to be given a seat at the golden table, honoured with a title that lasts a lifetime, and the opportunity to “Rise Above All.” ❞
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬: Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Bucky Barnes, Andy Barber, Johnny Storm, Bryce Langley, Colin Shea, Nick Fowler, Ryan Ackerman, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, and Steve Kemp. 𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢: Lloyd Hansen.
𝗔/𝗡 | a good bunch of these characters took years off before attending Howard College, some of it will be explained in the fics. where I’m from, the legal drinking age is 19, and unfortunately, I wrote this story with that in mind, so even though the legal drinking age in the U.S. is 21, just bear with me. Also, I’ll probably add new members if new projects come out !! Note: all visuals made by me (crest, dividers, moodboards, etc.) but no images belong to me.
α (alpha) | β (beta) | Ω (omega)
𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:
More information | About Arcadia Phi: #hc: arcadia
| Ari Levinson | 4th Year, 24 | α | Arcadia Phi President | Underground Boxer | Business Major
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’8, scent: a powerful sensual mixture of cedar wood, oak moss, and patchouli, with a linger of cigarettes.
❝ Falling in my den. Full of lions, full of breath. Take the muzzle from their heads. I'm a sucker for revenge. ❞ — The Marías, Hush
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | His family name is notable for vile reasons, and with the fortune built off of omega breeding programs, Ari has been surrounded by greed and suffering his whole life. His father is in prison, his mother is a few hours away in a luxury condo, and only-child-Ari became a freshman at Howard College a few years later than others in his year. Worshipped yet covert, his name is spoken in whispers of wonder or fear and with his quick popularity, it wasn’t long until he was promoted to president of Arcadia Phi.
Honour isn’t a grace to him, it is only earned and he prides himself in being the judge of who deserves it. In his cold, mean blue eyes, omegas are never more than their designation—and anyone who believes such will be taught the truth.
| Steve Rogers | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Arcadia Phi Vice President | Howard College Football Team Captain | Sports Psychology Major
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: an unmistakable and intense musk, both woody and smokey with a hint of sea salt.
❝ Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks. But now she sleeps with one eye open. That's the price she'll pay. ❞ — Florence + the Machine, Girl With One Eye
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Adopted by the Drysdale-Thrombey’s when he was just a child, Steve has grown into the picture perfect alpha of the family. With a natural captivating talent, he draws all of the attention whenever he enters a room. After taking years off and exploring the world with his adoptive brother, Ransom, they both enrolled in Howard College.
Steve is the golden boy of the school and the star football captain, and a legend in the making. He’s going to be big one day, and his college life will be his origin story. The only missing piece is someone to share his future with.
Starring in: 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #captains legacy: steve
| Curtis Everett | 2nd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Swim Team | Industrial Engineering Major
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: deep patchouli with compliments of bergamot and lavender, sometimes with a hint of cigarettes.
❝ I carry band-aids on me now. For when your soft hands hit the jagged ground….Promise I won't push you straight to the dirt. If you promise me, you'll take them off first. ❞ — Melanie Martinez, Training Wheels
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | Curtis was the black sheep of his posh, old money-rich and extremely religious family, which led to him bouncing between extended family for years before landing in Howard College. The local cops know him by name, although his record is as clean as a whistle. Whether it’s his status, or ruthless arrogance, he’s managed to stay out of handcuffs despite his revolt (as for pleasure, he’s usually the one to slap the cuffs on someone’s wrists).
He isn’t picky but he is experienced, and one would expect his partners would be somewhere on that range too, given the number of names he’s added to the slut walk list in the Arcadia house—but what’s the point of having so much knowledge of you don’t teach it?
❝ 1 Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the LORD God had made…. 4 "You will not surely die," the serpent said to the woman. 5 "For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." ❞ — Genesis 3:1-5
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’5, scent: a woody vanilla combination with whiffs of citrus and tobacco.
❝ It took thirteen beaches to find one empty. But finally, it's mine. With drippin' peaches, I'm camera ready. Almost all the time. ❞ — Lana Del Rey, 13 Beaches
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | He was the sole heir to the family fortune before getting an adoptive brother. A life of opulence and security, whenever he wants something, it isn’t long until he is gifted that very thing. That lack of patience has led to a selfish, cocky and boastful attitude.
To Ransom, there is nothing to be ashamed of or reserved about. Everything he does is unabashed and confident, every one of his words are spoken to be heard, and every action to be witnessed. He knows he deserves to be praised and admired—like a statue of priceless marble in a museum.
Starring in: 𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #hc: ransom
| Andy Barber | 4th Year, 23 | α | Howard College Football Team | Political Science Major
𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 6’6, scent: layers of cashmere, almond and smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa.
❝ You got me thinking that I was too mean. Well, everything that I say I believe. Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve…. I've been corrupted. And by now I don't need a fucking introduction. ❞ — Halsey, Lilith
𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | The former Arcadia Phi president and one of the eldest of the fraternity, known as the future lawyer, Andy is crisp and charming with a Boston background. Although he has a strict personality, he doesn’t carry himself with the same sadism as his fraternity brothers.
Andy is a simple man, he wants simple things, and one of those is to be obeyed. He doesn’t take rebellion easily, but a little bratty behaviour can be quite entertaining.
Starring in: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐨𝐝 & 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 | #hc: andy
𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬:
| Bucky Barnes | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Howard College Football Team
| Johnny Storm | 2nd Year, 20 | α | Howard College Football Team | Steve’s little brother | #hc: johnny
| Bryce Langley | 1st Year, 19 | α | Howard College Football Team
| Colin Shea | 1st Year, 19 | α | Curtis’ little brother
| Nick Fowler | 2nd Year, 20 | α | Howard College Football Team
| Ryan Ackerman | 2nd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Football Team
Live off campus: (not in the Arcadia House)
| Sam Wilson | 3rd Year, 21 | α | Howard College Football Team
| Thor Odinson | 3rd Year, 22 | α | Howard College Football Team
| Steve Kemp | 3rd Year, 21 | α | #hc: kemp
𝐀𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢:
| Lloyd Hansen | α | was: Arcadia Phi President | Howard College Football Team | #hc: lloyd
