Thriving Thursday (maybe also thankful Thursday): pretty little thing family after omegas had the baby (or maybe a few more babies) and being thankful that shitty ex dropped them and that they sent in the application for the matchmaker service
You can’t help but stare when the little wrapped bundle nestles further into the broad chest of one of the most capably dangerous alpha’s you know. The sniper and soldier, calculating and dedicated to being a ghost on every operation he goes on, is dedicated to keeping your baby safe.
Every movement that could have woken your baby, that could have stirred them from the sleep they’re in on his chest, draws his ire. Johnny raised his voice to shout across the kitchen asking Kyle about something, and Simon could have killed Johnny with his eyes alone.
It was his time with the freshly born babe, this beautiful little boy that was going to be raised to be a good and strong alpha like his daddies. There was nothing that was going to end the time Simon had with him early, not until your hungry little boy needed to breastfeed.
You watched him, that protective daddy that he was, as you rested after giving birth. You were in labour for a long time and though your alpha’s were there for you every minute, it was still you that had to go through that.
The doctor recommended you take the time you need to recover, to give your body time to heal. The alpha’s in your pack stepped up the moment your baby boy first cried.
The first time he used his lungs to cry in the hospital room, pride flourished in the hospital. Gaz was the first one to hold your baby, the first alpha to calm the son that had just come into the world. Kyle’s voice soothed your baby, stilling the cries that had filled the room.
“You need to eat.” The interruption to your view of Simon comes when John sits beside you on the couch, carrying a plate of food for you—a combination of protein, fruits, vegetables and legumes. “I want you to finish it all.”
You sit up and lean against John, your head resting on his shoulder. He turns his head to kiss your forehead, giving you an affectionate exchange for the plate of food in his hand. He watches, he waits, as you start eating the food piece by piece, making sure you are cared for.
When Johnny and Gaz come into the living room, Kyle’s carrying a bottle of your breast milk for the baby. Johnny carry’s a diaper for your son and a spare set of clothes to change into, almost as if he predicts that he’s going to have a blowout.
“Give ‘im here, Si.” Johnny approaches the couch Simon’s sitting on, where your baby is tucked against his chest, nestling in. “It’s my turn.”
“The baby’s hungry,” Simon doesn’t deny Johnny, he wouldn’t do that, but he does take as much time as he can before he gives your son up.
Once Johnny takes your baby, he sits on the other side of you your baby snuggling into one of his daddies chests. It only takes a few minutes for your baby to wake up, his soft little cries and scrunched nose evident of his hunger.
“My boy,” Johnny coos, calming your baby before his hunger makes him too cranky, “got mum’s milk right here.”
Johnny taps the nipple of the bottle against your baby’s lips, waiting until he follows the movement. Once he takes the nipple into his mouth, he begins suckling and quickly becomes content with eating. Johnny’s fingers brush over his forehead, his scent soothing your son who looks up at his daddy watching him.
“Best decision we ever made,” Johnny whispers to your son, speaking to him as he east and fills his belly with breast milk you pumped and stored, “applying to meet your mama. She’s beautiful, your mama, and you are gonna grow up like your daddy-”
“The biggest and strongest,” Simon says with a lilt to his voice, “alpha. The best of the best.”
There was a general consensus among them all, the alpha’s that would’ve sent your ex a thank you card for walking out. Cause if he hadn’t then they wouldn’t have had the chance with you.
And that would’ve been one of the greatest upsets of their life.
I would love LOVE to see the Like my father storyline or Everything for you storyline with COD
Also happy to see you back on tumblr!!!
Like My Father was an alpha/omega mob series but I’d change it a bit
Instead of mob, our dear reader is an omega princess set to inherit her father’s kingdom. Her father wants to step down, he wants to enjoy time with his mate and Reader is old enough to rule
However she can’t do it alone—she needs MATES to protect her, to ensure no other alpha tries to bully her out of the position
John Price — alpha and advisor, the oldest of the alpha’s who will bind himself to Reader for her guidance and protection
Simon Ghost Riley — one of two alpha elite soldiers and guard who will protect Reader with his life, any threat is taken out before it can even reach the castle walls
John Soap MacTavish — the other alpha elite soldier who, paired with Ghost, becomes an unstoppable team designated to securing her place on the throne and part of her pack
Kyle Gaz Garrick — the best friend that Reader grew up with, her oldest and longest confidante, who was her own personal tutor/guardian and will soon be joined by Ghost, Soap & Price
Their roles could be different (open to suggestions!) And also if König wanted to be thrown in there too, I wouldn’t complain but I’m not sure what role he would have 🤔🧐
Ransom gripped the highball glass in his hand with enough strength to nearly shatter the structure as he swallowed the mix of whiskey and club soda within.
It was the burn of his throat that brought him comfort after he was astutely and rather boldly shut down via his courting gifts when he had found out they’d been returned.
The statement on his credit card had reflected your denial of his gifts and an extension of him and his act of winning you over, and with the returned gift was scorn from his mother that Ransom should focus on omegas worthy of his class.
The sting of rejection, from his family and so-called friends, hadn’t felt nearly as excruciating as finding out his first courting gift was returned. It was a sting, a blow to his ego as alpha and it made him wonder if you thought he was incompetent or an idiot.
The rejection of an omega had Ransom on edge, given that very few omegas had ever thought of rejecting the rich and handsome alpha whose skills weren’t excluded from the bedroom.
The denial had conflicted with Jake’s acceptance and the knowledge that one of two potential omegas had wanted him. It was the conflicting acceptance and denial that had Ransom’s primal tendencies as an alpha put on edge. Despite what was going on in his head or his personal life, even despite his ego and his prickly personality, he was driven by his urges as an alpha to provide and find appeasement for his omegas.
And your temporary setback and rejection had stung.
It was that bitter spike to his damaged ego that made his day drink his usual whiskey, neither caring to take his time when ordering nor nurse the alcohol in his glass. It was a relief, albeit a poor one, that helped take the edge off since he had to meet up with the other two alphas to discuss what happened on the courting dates.
The only hope Ransom saw was in the stellar fact that he wasn’t the only one to be rejected. Ari’s gift has also been rejected, a denial that was sitting with the CEO alpha much better than it was with Ransom. It hadn’t seemed to settle under his skin as it had with Ransom, there wasn’t the grating sting that aggravated Ari and knocked him off his game, not like Ransom.
“Steve is making the best headway with Y/N-“ Ari had opened the discussion between the three alphas with the news that at least one was succeeding with you.
“She returned my gift.” Ransom was bitter and admittedly impressed by your act of a world-class omega brat, but bitter nonetheless.
And that bitterness had turned him toward another glass of whiskey and club soda, the drink downed while Ari was still on his first.
“Because you gave her a gift that was more about the cost than the meaning.” Steve had commented, watching Ransom slam the empty glass back down and use the sleeve of his designer sweater, which was fraying at the collar and sleeves, to wipe his mouth.
“And what did you give her?” Ransom scoffed, a telltale sign of his ego bruised and battered.
“Lavender, rosemary, eucalyptus and chamomile oil. She suffers from bad headaches when her heats approach and the first day is always the worst.” The gift was small, cheap even, but it meant something, and it meant that Steve was listening and in tune with your needs as an omega.
“What about you, Levinson?” Ransom scowled. “Why did she turn down your gift?”
“She didn’t say, and she didn’t need to say. They don’t owe us explanations.” Ari had and truly was, the buffer between Steve and Ransom.
The two alphas were on opposite spectrums as men and alphas, coming from two entirely different walks of life that shaped them and their ideals. Steve was a soldier of the past, he could not just play the long game but had the patience necessary to reflect the omega’s moods and temperaments, naturally.
Ransom was a spoiled rich kid, albeit one who was brilliant, and that had been an explanation for his fragility. Ransom was not used to being to any or being rejected as he was, it was almost as if he could not see that Jake and you were the best things for him.
Jake was softer and more susceptible to Ransom and his whims, while you were a lot more guarded and harder to please, using your defences to keep yourself and Jake from being hurt but underneath your guard, you were a sweetheart. You just wanted the best for Jake and yourself, you wanted the best for the omega you were in love with.
“You’re making headway with Jake,” Steve pointed out success for Ransom, “you already have him scented.”
“Jake got his first courting gift from us,” Ari spoke of ransom and himself, “but Steve hasn’t.”
“Yet.” Steve leaned back and sighed softly. “I don’t know what to get him.”
“So you didn’t get Jake anything? And I got rejected. What do you suggest for little miss brat?” Ransom crossed his arms over his chest and ground his teeth together.
“Don’t think you can win her over by throwing money at her,” Steve advised, seeing as he had made the most progress with you. “You need to take time and give her the classics, something simple.”
There was contemplation, a beat of silence before Ari had reached for his wallet in the back of his jeans and pulled out a few bills, tossing them on the table. “Come on, we gotta get ready.”
“For what?” Ransom’s edge remained, even when Steve and Ari started to stand.
“Jake get first to pick at a pack date, we’re going to a club.”
“I hate this.” Mumbling into his shoulder, Jake had laughed under his breath and turned his head to kiss your hair as the cab had slowly come to a stop, the club you were heading to was mere feet away.
“No you don’t, we’ve done this lots.” When he pulled away and you had gotten another look at him your stomach fluttered with butterflies, and the urge to touch him was impossible to resist.
You had pressed your hands against his chest and leaned in, brushing your lips against his in an exchange of affections. He sighed against your kiss, hands falling to your hips to stabilize you as you scoot further into his grasp.
“Baby Bear,” Jake reluctantly pulled away and brushed your loose hair behind your ears, his soft touch extending down the angle of your jaw to your chin, “you have to stop trying to distract me, you’re going to be fine.”
“You think I’m distracting you?” Your fingers resting upon his chest had spread and curled, balling his shirt beneath your palms as Jake slid one hand further up your back while the other hand rested on your hip. “Do you think-“
“Yes.” Jake cut you off with a single confirming word and a soft tap to your ass then he removed his left hand from your body, reached behind his back and grabbed the door handle, giving it a good tug.
As he had started to push the door open with his free hand, only to cease the action when it was opened for you. As the scent of the alpha began to infiltrate the car, you groaned under your breath and mumbled, your irritation for the arrogant alpha already causing your mood to sour.
You weren’t even halfway out of the cab, not out onto the street and you had already glowered at the alpha, waiting for Jake who had greeted his warmth and a little affectionate preen.
“I don’t like you.” You mumbled, caught between the cab and Ransom’s firm and broad chest, your body unwillingly quaking under the surge of his thick and heady scent.
He was keeping you trapped, keeping you stuck in place while his hand had settled on your hip, in the place Jake’s once had been, his fingers gripping the material of your skirt as it hung around your hips and lower thighs.
“I know exactly how you feel about me,” Ransom’s scent was thick and coiling, and he had leaned down with his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.
He had inhaled your scent as he was pressed against you, the closeness of your body and his drawing him further into the depths of your primal connectivity that transcended your wants.
Your body, your basest desires and interests in an alpha, outweigh your reflections of who he was.
“Get away from me.” You hissed and raised your clutch, whacking him in the shoulder with as much strength as you could muster while being pressed tightly against him, the force overall insignificant enough to hurt him but it had delivered the message.
“You can’t avoid me forever.” Ransom had stepped back and allowed you to pass, waiting until you were on the sidewalk with Jake, Steve and Ari before he had paid the cab.
As it pulled away, he had followed your trail and looked you over, noting the distance you had put between himself and you, standing on the other side of Jake, your hand squeezing his hand.
“I’m excited,” Jake, like Ari, was a buffer between you and Ransom, and he had interfered in the tension that was lingering between the two of you, “it’s been so long since we’ve gone out.”
“You go out often?” Ari had questioned the two of you, stealing Jake from your side, tucking your best friend and fellow omega into his side, pointedly leaving you with Steve and Ransom to get you and Ransom to connect.
“Oh yeah, we used to go out all the time.” Jake had seemed so in his element, so naturally drawn to the alphas, his guard explicitly down and opened for them.
It was the kind of trust he had in them that you lacked, the kind of trust that you were unable to give them, save for maybe Steve.
“You have your ID?” Steve questioned, making another passive attempt at cutting the tension between you two, walking with you tucked between you and Ransom.
“Yep.” Your answer was short, the process of showing your ID even quicker, and it was mere moments of pulling it out before you slipped it back into your clutch and followed them inside, your temperament wavering.
“Are you okay?” Steve had stopped you from following Ari, Ransom and Jake, holding you back to whisper his question in your ears and gently rubbing his hands over your arms, soothing you as you physically deflated against him.
“He drives me crazy, I just wanna smack him.” You sighed and leaned into Steve who had pressed his lips against the top of your head, so easily settling you into a place of comfort.
He was, other than Jake, your comfort person and you both knew it.
“Try and be good, he’s trying.”
“Trying my ass.” You scoffed and yelped when Steve swiftly cracked his hand against your ass.
“Let me rephrase it, omega.” Steve felt you shudder against him, and his hand steadied you when you tried to escape. “You need to give Ransom a chance because Jake wants him, and part of you wants him too.”
“I do not-“ You jerked and whined, complacently turning to jelly against him as his teeth had dug into you the nape of your neck, a distinguishing move that rendered you submissive.
“You bend so easily to alphas you want. If it was Ransom, you would’ve caved.” Steve muttered, holding your hips as he gently scolded you. “Give Ransom a chance, and I’ll take you back to New York with me when I go.”
“Are you bribing me?” You looked at him over your shoulder, burning heat and powerful electricity bouncing back and forth between you. “You’re bribing me?”
“Do you have the ability to be good?” Steve pondered, his thumbs brushing against your scent glands, stirring a soft whine from you.
“Yes,” you whimpered, caving immediately, “I’ll be good.”
“Good girl.” Steve praised you and grabbed your hand in his. “I promise I’ll take you with me back to New York as long as you give him a chance.”
The steady flow of alcohol and the sensual beat of the music had driven the crowd as if they were part of an ocean system, flowing to and from the shore in a low and high tide. The flux of bodies grinding against each other has driven the sexual tension through the room until it was crackling and sparking like an electrical storm that was waiting to touch the ground.
The order or drinks that had made their way to your table was taken and ingested, though the effects were lost on Steve they hadn’t been lost on you or Jake. The flow of alcohol was loosening the two of you up, Jake more than you and the looseness of his character had driven him directly into the lap of Ari.
The two were self-consumed, Jake’s hands gripping Ari’s hair as he slowly ground himself against the alpha whose hands were clutching his ass to drive him forward. The two were entangled, happily woven together leaving you and Steve alone, as Ransom had wandered to the bar.
“They’re going to go home together,” you had alluded, sipping on the water Steve made you drink between cocktails, “I can tell.”
“Are you happy for them?” Steve’s hand on your thigh was climbing, your bond and connection pulling you together while the promise you’d made him was at the back of your mind.
“I want Jake to be happy,” you finished the water and pushed it away, slowly rising to stand, “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
“Should I walk you there?” Steve grabbed your hand, pulling your attention back to him. “There’s a lot of alphas here-“
“I’m fine,” you gently pulled your hand out of his grasp, “I’ll be fine.”
“Y/N, come straight back here or find Ransom. Don’t go wandering.” Steve was gentle in his alpha command, knowing well enough that gentility was better suited than a bark.
“I will, alpha.” The alcohol in your system, despite the water between, was making you more susceptible to the designation commands, and it was only a given why Steve would be so protective with so many alphas.
“Good girl.” He praised you, heat blooming in your belly as you started to walk away from the table and pushed through the crowd.
Your senses were dulled by the way of alcohol and the heady mix of scents that made it hard to comprehend where you were amongst the mass of designations in the club though luck was on your side when you found the bathroom and stepped inside.
You were quick to find a clean enough stall and lock yourself inside, just for a moment of reprieve. You had taken more time than necessary to isolate yourself away from the throes of the crowd’s scents, even if the bathroom wasn’t the best place to deescalate your overstimulation.
When you were ready to leave, you stepped out of the bathroom and stepped up to the sink, pumping soap into your hands and scrubbing vigorously while studying yourself in the mirror.
The sleek leather skirt you’d dug out of your closet was still comfortably set around your hips and thighs, giving you enough coverage to be able to successfully bend without anything slipping, and the boots you’d chosen had given you stability and comfort.
There was no doubt that you would’ve appeared overdressed compared to some women who were at the club tonight, but it was more about comfort than style, especially in a place like this.
As you turned away from the mirror, after washing your hands, you walked toward the door and pulled it open, the handle nearly slipping from your grip as an alpha stood on the other side, his eyes nearly blown black with lust.
“I followed you from the bar.” He was drunk or high, maybe both, and every warning sign in your head was telling you to run.
Every possible nerve in your body was coming alive with fright as the sense of imminent danger was starting to settle under your skin.
“You’re unmarked.”
“Fuck off.” Your figurative hackles were raised, your teeth bared as your self-defensiveness took over every other sensation. “I’m not interested in being your chew toy.”
“You smell good.” He grinned and you attempted to slam the door in his face, using every feat of strength you had to slam it, the motion stopped by his hand grabbing the wood.
You slammed your shoulder against the door, momentary victory as he yelped and squealed in pain, the bones in his hand breaking upon impact with the door and the frame.
“You fucking bitch!” He cursed you out and yanked his hand between the door, allowing you to close it but hadn’t gotten the opportunity to lock it. “You stupid cunt!”
You stepped back, barely missing the door hit you as he threw it open and happened upon you. His eyes were black, his teeth bared in aggression with the intent to break you.
“Get out!” You were trapped between him and the bathroom, trapped between a wild animal and freedom. “I said I’m not interested!”
“As if I give a fuck what you want!” The aggressor had taken a step toward you, a single step, and then his head was grabbed and slammed against the door frame.
There was a sickening crunch as his head made contact that was followed by his body dropping to the bathroom floor, blood pooling from a cut on his head.
Ransom stood in the doorway, his own eyes darkened by rage and aggression. He stalked toward the alpha that was moments from assaulting you and drove his fist repeatedly into his face, the alpha below Ransom unable to contend with the blows.
It was a scene that had you startled as Ransom let loose his aggression until the other alpha had passed out, and collapsed against the ground. When he was no longer responding, Ransom stood and shook his hand twice, knuckles bloodied and battered, darkened gaze fixated on you.
“Ransom-“ he crashed into you, hands grabbing your ass as he lift you to the bathroom counter and slated his lips against your own.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, back arching against him as his scent coiled around you possessively and protectively.
“Ransom,” you moaned his name as his lips were drawn down to your neck, teeth scraping against your scent gland, “fuck…”
“You’re mine,” he growled against your flesh, holding you steady as he scented you, as he invaded your sense of reason and covered your body with his, “you’re my omega.”
“I’m yours.” You quaked against him. Your fingers dug into his chest, fingers grabbing hold of his shirt as he bit down on your neck, the mark not official and not deep enough to be permanent.
It was enough to make you reek of him, a temporary claim.
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Summary: There were 6 of them, and they were as devoted to you as any alpha had ever been to an omega. They were all here for you, and even though it would have sent the omega’s from history straight to the grave with the ‘sexual immorality’ you were about to be immersed in, you couldn’t find shame in the act.
In fact, shame was the least of your concerns. You had 6 alpha’s and they had one omega.
That was the nature of alpha/omega relationships now. Omega’s had been hunted, had nearly gone extinct from the universe after a few powerful alpha’s got a wicked idea in their heads. These powerful alpha’s had construed that instead of having a functional relationship between alpha’s and omega’s, they could hunt them down and sell them.
Adaptation had occurred, rules were set into place.
In order to keep an omega safe, they would be part of this reverse harem, this safety net of alpha’s who would keep their omega protected and care for them.
You had 6, other omega’s had more, some had less.
“They’re all here for you.”
Every one of them was massive in size and stature, every one of them was powerful.
