My Sandbox

You look out the window, just above ground level and watch the sky. You can see the churning storm in the clouds. The next rumble shakes you but you don’t hesitate. You punch through the pane. Then you wait as it passes.

On the next keel of thunder, you clear out the shards jutting out of the frame. You have to time your next move as well. You push the wooden night table over to the window and step up. You don’t look back.

You push yourself up until your toes are no longer on the table. You haul yourself through, wriggling in the narrow frame. For a moment, you don’t think you’ll fit all the way through. Panic pumps through your veins.

You drag yourself across the grass and mud. You stay on your stomach, crawling breathless through the sheets of rain. You keep low beneath the moonlight and the glow of the bulb on the side of the house. You move slow, cautious of the censors on the cameras.

Inch by inch you wade through the storm and the threat of pursuit. You get to the fence. You can’t risk climbing over. You turn and put your feet on the lower slat. You kick in tandem with the thumping sky. Finally, it comes free.

You roll under, soaked in muck and rain. You don’t care. You just keep going.

You don’t dare sit up until you get to the row of trees and brush along the dirt road. The leaves droop in the downpour. You get to your hands and knees and follow the trim of overgrown grass alongside the beaten road.

When all you can see is darkness, you get to your feet. You’re worn and filthy, exhausted already. You know you still have far to go.

Your bare feet pang with the jab of sharp stones. You shuffle along, shivering, soaked. The rain slows as you twitch at the noise of unseen critters.

Your eyelids sag and your shoulders too. You hug yourself as only the sound of the gravel beneath your feet fills the void of the dead storm. A mist of rain remains but the sky is quiet, only a tremor of lightning pulsing off in the distance.

Go, go, go.

You slump along, each step more painful than the last. The sky softens and the horizon lightens. You hear a thrum off in the distance. You look back. You’re not as far as you thought. You turn and throw yourself into a ragged sprint, though you can’t move much faster than when you walked.

No, no, no, he’s coming. The engine roars through the fields. You break off from the road and cross through the tall crops. The tall stalks move with you, batting you back as you fight them off with blind flails.

He’s coming! Faster, faster. The crush and crunch of tires and the rev of an engine strangles you. Your chest and lungs burn. You pump your arms as you stagger through the wall of unplowed harvest.

You hear the stalks behind you thrashing down as they’re crushed. He wouldn’t! No, it can’t be.

The sudden glare of lights makes you scream and a crack of agony goes through your left leg and hip. You shriek as your leg is crushed beneath the tire and the crank of the gears halts the metal beast.

You lay on your stomach and sob. You can’t move your leg but you’re too afraid to even try. You’ve never felt this kind of pain.

The car door opens with a groan and boots hit the dirt. You listen in dread as he approaches. Cole sticks his toe under your stomach and flips you over. You wail in sheer torture as your leg drags limply from the socket.

“Honey, I told you to get some sleep.” He bends his knees and squats beside you.

“Please, please, don’t hurt me.” You beg and gnash your teeth. “My… my leg.”

He hushes you and pets your cheek. He tuts as he shakes his head. His hand trails down your neck. He brushes down your side to your hip. He squeezes the dislocated joint and you roar.

"You shouldn't have done that," he tuts.

"Please, I-- I'm..." you heave and claw at your chest. "Scared."

"Scared?" He scoffs. "Of what? I thought you understood."

You wheeze, nearly gagging from the pain.

"All you had to do was be good. Keep me happy and I'll keep you happy, honey." He pushes on your hips until your body spasms. He grits. “I’m easy enough to please when you listen.”

He hooks his arms under you and lifts you. You cry out again, latching onto him only to keep from screaming even louder. You’re blind from the pain, completely senseless as you jostle in his grasp. 

He lays you down unkindly in the back of the truck. He shows no concern as he pushes your crushed leg out of the way of the door and slams it. You sink into a senseless void as you feel his weight in the front of the cabin and he sighs.

You stood next to him, much closer than appropriate for complete strangers, but that was the point. You cast a wary eye behind you to see if anyone was looking in your direction, and then jumped right in. “Uh, hi, sir. I am so, so sorry to bother you, but I kind of need a gigantic favor.” He turned to you, his brow furrowed, and you plowed ahead, knowing if you paused at all, you’d just end up running away. “See, uh, my ex is here and he is just the biggest fucking asshole, like so awful, and he’s got some model on his arm, and I just– He hasn’t noticed me yet, but he will. He definitely will. And technically, I’m here for work reasons, so I can’t just leave. So, uh, I was wondering if maybe you could pretend to be my boyfriend? For just a minute! Like, five minutes. Maybe longer. An hour tops!” You finally paused for breath to find him staring at you, and the complete ridiculousness of the whole thing finally caught up to you. “Oh my god. Oh no. I’m so sorry! I should–”

“Sure.”

You stopped in your tracks, your turn to stare now. That smile was back on his face. “What?” 

“Sure,” he said again, his smile getting even bigger. “Sounds like fun.”

“I–” You couldn’t stop staring at him, your mouth hanging open. Why on earth would he agree to this? Stop, you told yourself. Pull yourself together. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. You closed your mouth so forcefully that you heard your teeth click. “Uh, okay. Great. Thank you! Um, can I buy you a drink or something?” You gestured to the bar. “For your trouble.”

His eyes sparkled as he chuckled lightly and held up his fairly full drink. “It’s an open bar,” he said, clearly very amused, but not at all unkindly. 

“Oh, uh, right,” you said, deciding to plow right through the embarrassment. “Should we go look at the art then?”

He nodded. “I’d love to. But there is one thing I need to know before we really get started.”

“Yes, of course,” you said seriously, ready to answer any question he might have about this very, very stupid idea.

He grinned. “What’s your name?”

“Huh?” you blinked at him. Then you realized. “Oh! Shit, oh!” You quickly gave him your name, and he grasped your hand where it rested at your side, giving it a subtle shake, that to anyone watching would’ve just been an affectionate squeeze. He was really good at this. You'd lucked out. 

“I’m Steve,” he said, quietly. “It’s nice to meet you.” And then he looked you right in the eyes, and you almost gasped. Oh no, he was so beautiful. How had you not realized? This might have been a fatal miscalculation, but it was too late to back out now.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you breathed and then had to literally shake yourself out of it. “Art?” you asked, starting to walk towards a painting, any painting. His hand still grasped yours as you made your way across the room.

When you came to a stop in front of a large canvas awash with color, Steve settled right next to you, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You were sure that to an outside observer, it looked intimate but respectful. But all you could focus on, somewhat hysterically, was how little he would have to move it to touch your ass. His hand was so warm. Shit, you really should have paid more attention and picked someone who wasn’t so fucking attractive. 

“So you said you’re here for work?” his low voice rumbled next to you.

“Uh, yeah,” you started. “I work for Smith and West, the art brokers.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as he gently guided you to the next piece. “So do you buy or sell?”

“Both and neither, I guess. I help people pick out pieces that will go in their homes. Like a personal shopper for art, basically.”

“That sounds interesting.”

“It’s really not, I promise you. Most people just want something that will match their furniture with a name that will impress their friends. They don’t really care about the art.” You stopped and really looked at the piece in front of you, mostly grayscale with pops of blue, swirling through it. It was terribly sad, this jumble of color, but there was something hopeful in it too.

You felt Steve watching you. “But you do,” he murmured. It wasn’t a question.

You turned to him and could only describe his gaze as searching. You shrugged. “Someone has to.”

The way he looked at you then had your mouth going dry. It was like he could actually see you. You weren't sure you'd ever been looked at like that before. It was too vulnerable. You cleared your throat and asked abruptly, “So, what about you?”

He blinked. “What about me?”

“Are you also here for work? Or because you just like art?”

“Somewhere in between,” he said with a soft smile. “There’s a lot of networking expected at events like this. But… I’m much happier to do it here than somewhere else.”

“So I’m not the only one who cares about the art.”

“No,” he said, his voice low. “Not tonight.” 

“What–” you started, then stopped, caught up in how oddly intimate this all felt. With this stranger. “Will you show me something here that you like?” Oh my god. What was your mouth doing??

But he just looked at you sincerely, and then the hand that had not left the small of your back gently guided you to the other side of the gallery and stopped in front of a large canvas that took up most of the wall. Big, loud brush strokes in bright colors worked together and in contrast to give the impression of birds filling the sky, flying up up up. “Oh,” you said so quietly. 

Steve awkwardly cleared his throat next to you. “Well,” he asked, with a shocking note of self-consciousness in his voice, “does my taste pass muster?”

Without realizing it, your hand had reached towards the painting, yearning to touch what you were sure would feel like feathers, even though the painting itself made no attempts towards realism. Your hand stilled in midair for a moment, and then you pulled it back. “It’s beautiful,” you said softly.

“Yeah? You already have a client in mind for it?”

“Oh no,” you said, so very seriously, turning back to face him. “I’d never doom something like this to be so unappreciated by one of my clients.”

His lips parted, the beginning of words starting to form when you caught sight of the biggest mistake you’d ever made, fucking Bryce, walking toward you with a woman who, yes, had to be an actual goddamn model on his arm. You’d somehow forgotten that he was looming. That the whole reason you had met Steve tonight was to protect you from this exact inevitability. You’d let your guard down, and now you felt wholly unprepared. 

He was still on the other side of the room, and you didn’t think you’d been obvious about clocking him, so you still had a moment to do something. In a moment of sheer panic, you stepped completely into Steve’s space, with a murmured “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I just have to– Sorry!” that was only for him to hear and then you lunged forward and kissed him.

To his immense credit, it only took Steve half a beat to get over any surprise and begin to kiss you back. His lips were soft, plush. If you’d given yourself time to expect anything, you would have expected the kiss to be stiff, awkward. But it wasn’t. It was… nice. It was really nice. His hand on your back held you close, but you knew you’d be able to pull away whenever you needed to. He didn’t try to push anything, press his luck in any way. He let you keep control of what was happening. You didn’t think you’d ever had a kiss that made you feel so safe before. Cared for.

You pulled away, trying to cover up any regret you might feel at the loss of it. You placed a hand on his muscled chest. “Sorry,” you whispered again. Your lips tingled.

“Hey,” he said, softly, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought there was some husk in his voice. “Don’t–”

He was interrupted by someone calling your name, and thankfully, he picked up on who it was right away. The hand that had been on your back now snaked around to rest on your hip, pulling you just a bit closer. 

Bryce said your name again as he stopped in front of you. “Been a while.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed through a tight-lipped smile. “I’m surprised to see you here. Not your usual scene.”

“Yeah, well,” he smirked, “Alaina loves art.”

“Yeah,” the woman next to him, Alaina, apparently, said. You were pretty sure you’d seen her in Vogue. “I love art.”

You thought your jaw might crack from how tense it was. “I bet you do,” you said, trying and probably failing to keep your tone pleasant. Steve’s thumb brushed against your hip in a soothing manner, and you tried to surreptitiously take a deep breath. 

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here. Working hard as always, aren’t you?” Bryce said, with a suggestive glance toward Steve. You weren’t sure you’d ever hated anyone more in your life. He took a step forward with his hand extended for a shake. “Bryce Langley,” he introduced himself. 

Steve took the proffered hand. “Steve Rogers,” he said, clear as day, and you were pretty fucking sure, despite all your best efforts, that you did a full double-take.

Steve Rogers. Steve. Rogers. Steve Rogers. The CEO of SHIELD Corp, the giant multi-conglomerate, was pretending to be your fake boyfriend. You had kissed Steve Rogers!  What was happening?? This had to be a fever dream. 

Luckily, Bryce’s own shock seemed to have masked your own. With a low whistle, he turned back to you. “Holy shit,” he said, “no one can ever say you lack ambition, huh?” And then to Steve, he added, “Word of advice, she’s got a type. Might want to hide the checkbook.”

You tried very hard not to visibly blanche at that or give any indication that part of you had just shriveled up. Of course, Bryce would say that, you tried to tell yourself. Someone who cared so damn much about money that he couldn’t imagine anyone else might feel differently, might value other things. You shouldn’t take anything he said personally. But you did. The part of you that could still feel the humiliation from when he dumped you probably always would.

Steve took a step forward, somehow making himself seem even taller and broader, and in an impossibly low voice said, “Excuse me?”

While you were very grateful that he seemed to be taking his role as your date so seriously, there was a sudden tension in the air that felt unpredictable. It made you nervous. You stilled Steve with a tentative hand on his wrist. 

“Bryce and I met,” you interjected, for the sake of saying anything that might diffuse the situation, “when I was buying art for his grandfather.”

“Mhmm,” Bryce hummed, his eyes raking up and down your body shamelessly. You felt Steve’s grip on you tighten. “And you wasted no time getting your hooks in me, huh?”

You forced a laugh as heat rushed to your face. You would not let Bryce get to you. Not in front of him, at least. “Oh sure,” you said, a labored smile stretching your face so wide that it hurt, “I overpowered you with the one-two punch of not being able to shut up or string together a coherent thought. You always found both so charming.” You laughed again, trying so hard to keep up a ‘just joking around with friends’ tone. But you could feel it slipping. You were hanging on by your fingernails. 

“Mm, yeah.” Bryce matched your jokey smile, but there was a mean glint in his eyes when he continued, “That was never my favorite part. Luckily, your mouth was so good at other things.”

You had hoped, for a moment, after Steve had revealed his identity, that maybe the presence of someone so important and powerful might force Bryce to restrain himself, just a little. But you should have known better. There’d never been a moment since he’d been born that Bryce had ever doubted his own importance, even (especially) compared to others. His life had, unfortunately, taught him that he was invincible. You were reminded, yet again, how awful it was to bear the brunt of his self-belief.

Just as you could feel yourself starting to wilt completely, Steve’s hand on your side was turning you away from the conversation. He cleared his throat, and you could feel how tightly coiled his entire body was. “Well,” he gritted out, “as lovely as this has been, there are some people here we need to talk to, if you’ll excuse us.” Then his hand returned to your back, and he practically pushed you away from Bryce, aiming for a more sparsely populated area of the gallery.

Once he had you somewhere quieter, somewhere out of sight, Steve’s hands were off of you. A stupid part of you immediately missed his touch. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to ignore the way your voice shook. You looked away, embarrassed. You couldn’t tell if you were upset because a stranger had witnessed that awful display, how weak Bryce always made you, or if you were upset that it was Steve. 

But even with your head turned completely away, you could feel the way Steve stared at you. “I should have punched him,” he said, almost growled, and you tried not to revel in having someone’s protective instincts trained on you. But it wasn’t real. None of tonight had been real. You needed to remember that. 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you said, feeling small. “I can’t afford to cause a scene like that while I’m working.” You looked around at all the rich people milling about, drinking free champagne, eyes glossing over at the art. “I need this job. I need these relationships.”

Steve exhaled, and you finally let yourself look back at him. “You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry.” 

In response, you blurted out, “I can't wrap my head around you being so kind to me.” Oh god. Bryce was right.

Steve’s brows furrowed. “Why? Just because I'm rich, that means I can't be kind?”

“And powerful,” you added. “And yeah, in my experience, that's exactly what it means.”

He didn’t say anything to that, just stared at you with his lips pursed and his eyes filled with not the pity you expected, but sympathy. Empathy. 

Finally, he was the one to look away first, focusing on an empty spot in the corner. “Bryce is a piece of shit,” he rumbled. 

A small laugh escaped you, a little manic, very relieved. “Yeah, he is.” You sighed, some of the tension finally releasing from your body. You shook your head and answered the question Steve hadn’t asked, but you knew he was thinking. “It took me too long to realize that the mean streak that peaked out, just a little at first, but more and more as we continued dating, was so baked into who he was as a person. I don’t know,” you said with a shrug. He’d turned back to you, giving you his full attention. “He was the most care-free person I’d ever met. I was so envious of that, hoped maybe it would rub off on me. And he brought me into a world that I’d only ever caught glimpses of from the outside looking in. It was intoxicating. And I just couldn’t see, couldn’t understand, the cost of it all until it was too late.”

Steve nodded and took a step forward, his hands held in front of him, fingers fidgeting together. “I know those feelings,” he said, his voice low, soft. “I–”

But before he could continue, or you could ask how Steve Rogers, of all people, could have ever felt like an outsider, a sharply dressed, petite woman with fire-engine red hair and stilettos that could kill a man, materialized out of thin air right in front of the two of you. “I’m so sorry to interrupt,” she said to Steve, a small tablet in her hand, “but we promised the mayor’s chief of staff five minutes and he’s about to leave.”

Steve sighed. “Right,” he said to her, a look of resigned duty on his face. He turned back to you, lightly touching your hand. “I’ll be right back,” he said quietly. “I promise.” Then he straightened his jacket and followed the woman back towards the bar.

The moment he was gone, it was like whatever spell you’d been under lifted. What were you doing? You were suddenly extremely aware of who he was and, more importantly, who you were. You’d monopolized the attention of one of the most powerful men in the country—in the world—for the entire evening as part of a hare-brained scheme to– to what? Save a little face in front of your ex-boyfriend? You felt pathetic and embarrassed and so very out of place. He was kind enough not only not to tell you to get lost, but to go along with the whole stupid idea, to pretend, to let you kiss him.

In that moment, you hoped the floor might open up and swallow you whole. Well, you could still do him a favor to repay the one he’d done for you. You could remove yourself from his evening. Let him get back to his important business. It was the right thing to do, for his sake.

So you made one last quick lap of the gallery, marked down the information of a few pieces you thought would work for one of your clients, then collected your coat and went outside to hail a cab.

And maybe, a few months from now, Steve would at least speak a little fondly when he told this strange story at cocktail parties.

Don't hate me! I promise there's more coming!

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Arranged Marriage + Farmer!Cole: I’m just imagining a kind of old timey setting? Where arranged marriages are super typical, especially out in the country and when large properties are involved 👀 I love the idea of both you and Cole being awkward about this too 🤣 Kind of tip toeing around eachother, not sure what to expect, and then eventually you settle into a good routine and get to know eachother and fall in love!!! I’m just imagining you both very soft for the other 🥹 And you’re so in awe of all the work Cole does and how he keeps the farm running and profitable. And he’s so appreciative of the way you take over the household and make it feel like a home 😭 And you definitely have a couple of kiddos (and this man for sure has a breeding kink and pregnancy kink that you unlock lolll).

Mind-blowing ONS + Mob boss!Andy: Imagine him setting his sights on you the moment you step into his club. And even though you’re trying to kindly reject his intense advances, this is a man who is never told no. Not even by you, honey. So he has you on his cock within an hour, but he rocks your world so thoroughly and filthily—and claims each one of your holes—that you forget that you may have started out trying to tell him no 🥴 Also I’m pretty sure there’s no way this remains a ONS, cause this man in possessive.

Friends with benefits + Professor!Drew: I’m imagining this really fun and sexy dynamic between you and Drew. You’ve known eachother for a long time and you kind of scoff at all of his charm and theatrics, which just tickles him to no end. And there was all of this insane chemistry from the start, but also he was laying it on so thick trying to fuck you—and anything that walks really—from the start so you made him work for it and only relented on your terms 😌

I love the idea of him heckling you though like, “Well, honey, if you don’t let me fuck you soon, I may just need to turn to all the besotted students who are always desperately vying for extra credit.”

And you roll your eyes so hard you’re shocked they don’t actually spin back in your head lolllll. “Those little girls wouldn’t know how to handle you,” you press a hand to Drew’s chest as he leans into your space and tries to drag his nose along the side of your neck.

“But you would, wouldn’t you, baby?”

And whewww the way his dark eyes are so avid and hungry has your pussy fluttering and gushing but you keep a straight, impassive face.

“I would. I do.”

And the way Drew’s voice drops when he replies, “Show me.”

Which is what has you fisting a hand in his fancy sweater vest and shoving him onto the floor between your legs. “I think it’s your turned to be schooled, Professor. Now use that mouth for something other than boring lectures,.”

And Drew’s both instantly diving face first between your legs but also grumbling that his lectures are not boring, thank you very much, because he is a gifted orator!☝🏻

“You’re mine; get used to it,” he snarled against your neck, teeth dangerously close to your untouched mating gland. Steve held back. His instinct told him to claim and mate you, but he wouldn’t do anything against your will. “I’m going to claim your sassy ass, and you will love it.”

“In your dreams.” You tried to buck the alpha off you, but he didn’t budge. He was having a blast sniffing at your neck while one of his arms snaked around your middle. “Hey, stop pressing yourself against me.”

You growled at him, feeling his erection press against your ass. “Why would I let go of my mate. You’re supposed to be mine, doll. There’s no way I’ll let you slip through my fingers.”

“If you don’t let go of me, I’ll go full Viking and put your head on a spear!” He laughed at your words. You were angry, but somewhat pleased when he tightened his hold on you. This alpha wasn’t going to abandon you for some random pussy. He was already obsessed, and you kind of liked it. “I mean it.”

“I’d like to use my spear on you too,” he husked in your ear, hoping you’d give in to his advances. “I can help you relax and forget about that ex of yours.

You let out a lip-curling growl and elbowed his ribs. “Get. Off. Me. I don’t want or need your pitiful cock.”

“Pitiful,” he roared, pushing against your back to press you into the couch. He used his free hand to spank your ass, earning another growl. “You will learn to respect your alpha.”

You snorted. No alpha would ever tame you or tie you down. “You think I’ll roll over and offer my neck to you. Dream on. I just dropped dead weight. I don’t need a new alpha, and I don’t want one.”

Steve manhandled you, flipping you over to pin your hands above your head. He searched your face, his gaze intimidating and commanding. “You are lying.” He hummed when you averted your gaze. “You’re hurting. I can see it written all over your face.”

"Well, many people believe that you should celebrate after ending a bad relationship." The truth is, it feels like you lost the life you had and the comfort you had grown accustomed to. It stings that you wasted so much time building a relationship only for an alpha to tear it back down.”

Steve leaned over your body to bury his face in your neck, nudging you. “He was a fool for giving up on a feisty and fiery omega like you. I’d never give up on you. If you want to leave my pack, I’ll chase you down and mate you in front of the pack.”

“Yeah, because you’re a possessive asshole. You believe you can claim me after knowing me for how long? Five seconds.” You huffed when he moved one hand under your ass to give one cheek a tight squeeze. “Hey!”

“I know you for fourteen hours and a few minutes,” Steve whispered in your ear. “But I already know what you need, doll.”

Steve’s grip loosened. He pulled back to look you in the eyes. For a moment, you saw hesitation in his eyes before he got off you to give you space.

The alpha was choosing to hold back and not mate with you by force.

You noticed. You hated that you noticed.

“I don’t need an alpha to tell me what I need,” you said, trying to sound fierce while your heart was thundering in your chest. Your heart raced not only from rage but also due to the alpha’s closeness.

His gaze held yours, steady and infuriatingly calm.  Steve dipped his head, his eyes raking over your body. “Maybe not. This doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying to make you mine.”

“You’re arrogant and an asshole,” you snapped. “I hate you.”

He smirked. “You’ve mentioned that.”

“You’re insufferable.” You shoot back.

“And yet,” he said, voice lower now, “you didn’t leave or stay away. You willingly came here today.”

Heat shot to your cheeks and somewhere lower. Anger, mixed with something far more dangerous, was threatening to take over. You crossed your arms, glaring at him to stop yourself from giving in to the alpha. “I’m here because you threatened me, bastard!”

You showed his palms and took a step back. “You want the truth? Fine. I don’t know how to do this. I see a threat, I remove it. But when it comes to you…” His jaw tightened, and he huffed. “You make me want things I’m not used to wanting.”

“What things? Acting like a decent human?” You scoffed, but there was something in his eyes making your stomach drop.

“Out there, we were always on the run. Rogues must be hunted and locked up. These are the rules.” He looked at you, squaring his jaw. “We weren’t a threat to anyone. Just people yearning for a warm and safe place. Still, they all painted us as villains. So, when I saw a chance to settle down and have a safe place for my people, I took it. I’m just not used to having someone like you around.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“No,” he said. “It’s mine.”

You should have walked out then. Maybe you would have, if he looked smug or dangerous. But he just looked at you like he wasn’t sure what to do with you.

It made your chest feel tight in a way you hated. You wanted to comfort him, and it was the worst feeling ever.

“I’m not going to be used,” you said, eyes still fierce.

“I know.”

“I’m not going to obey and roll over just because you expect it.” You narrowed your eyes. “Stop acting as if I belong to you.”

Steve didn’t answer. He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes glued to your face.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, hearing his next words, “I can try to be more patient.”

You hated how easily he got under your skin and how you wanted to believe him. And you hated even more that, for one moment, you wondered what would happen if you let him in.

Steve was about to say something when the door flung open. You flinched seeing Bucky stumble into the office. “Steve, are you done smooching that omega? We have a problem!”

“What problem?” Steve hissed at his friend. “Now is not the time for one of your dramatic entrances, Bucky.”

“There are people…uh…from the government, I think. They are looking for rogues,” Bucky panted heavily. “We are done for…”

“Not you again,” the brunette you dismantled last night grunted when you walked past him. “You bruised my balls, lady!”

“I bruised your ego,” you snapped back, giving him a wink. “If you hadn’t acted like an idiot, your balls would still be intact.”

“You!” Bucky hissed. He was about to come up with a snarky comment about your outfit, a comfortable mint green jumpsuit, when another omega stopped next to him.

“Barnes,” she growled at him. He smirked and turned his attention toward the angry omega. You laughed because this alpha seemed to piss off every omega he crossed paths with.

You shrugged and walked away. Butting heads with the brunette wasn’t on your bucket list for that day. It was bad enough that his buddy ended up ordering you around.

Bucky growled behind your back, throwing insults at you. "Wait, you little bitch!”

“You’re late.” Steve didn’t look up when you entered his office. He squared his jaw and huffed loudly. “I told you to show at 9 am sharp.”

“It is 9 am and two seconds,” you hissed. “And I lost the two seconds because of your buddy with the bruised balls. He just can’t help himself and harass any omega.”

Steve finally lifted his gaze to look at you. He made a face, offended by your unappealing outfit. “You look like a lazy couch potato. You can’t work as my assistant wearing this.”

“Whoa, slow down, mister. I’m not going to work for you,” you angrily snarled at Steve when he got up from his swivel chair. “I own two stores in this shitty town and work from home as a freelancer. I surely won’t give up on my career to work for you.”

“I didn’t ask. " Steve once again used his alpha voice on you. He watched you with amusement as you struggled to fight his influence. “I gave you an order. If you want to live in my pack, you’re going to follow my orders without thinking twice.”

“Fuck you!” You let out a frustrated growl. He had your body under control, but not your mind. ”Get out of my head, asshole!”

He threw his head back, laughing. Steve enjoyed that you didn’t roll over and give up the moment an alpha gave you a command.

“Asshole?” The alpha quirked a brow. “You are calling your alpha an asshole? Don’t think I won’t punish you for breaking the rules all the time.”

“You’re not my alpha," you bit back, baring your teeth when he stepped closer to roughly cup your chin. “I don’t care if you are the new leader of this pack. I came here to show you respect, not to enslave myself.”

“You really don’t understand the dynamic of a pack, do you?” Steve whispered in your ear, making you even angrier. “You belong to me and my pack now. The moment you set foot onto my territory, you agreed to follow our rules.”

“I didn’t sign up for shit,” you snapped at Steve. “You are breaking the law!”

“Ha, the law,” Steve laughed in your face. “Doll, did you lose your memory or drop off the face of the earth? Out there, rogues rule. Many packs fell victim to their cruelty. We are in the middle of a battle zone these days. I don’t know where you were hiding, but this is our reality now.”

“I heard rumors about rogues here and there, but this must be a lie. There’s no way the rogues outnumbered the packs! In the big cities, no one talked about rogues. You’re making shit up to force me to submit to you and your stupid rules.”

“You can either stay here and enjoy being protected by my pack,” Steve moved his hand to the back of your neck to force you to look at him, “or try your luck out there. In a few days, we will start building an even bigger wall around our territory.”

“I didn’t know it’s that bad around here,” you murmured, suddenly feeling like a fool for walking around like the place you used to call home wasn’t falling apart. “How did this happen?"

“Your former mate handed over the territory and all his pack members to the rogues. I came just in time to step in and take over this pack.”

You frowned. This couldn’t be right. “You’re lying,” you hissed, clawing at his shirt, tugging hard. Buttons flew everywhere, revealing a large tattoo on Steve’s chest. A black wolf with red eyes. You know the tattoo. It branded him as a rogue. An alpha without a pack. “Get off me!”

“Ah, guess the cat's out,” he laughed in your face before slamming you into the wall behind you. “You see, your fine alpha did sell his territory and pack over to a rogue. Me. I was kind enough to leave people alone. They are all too happy having a strong and loyal alpha as their leader.”

“You goddamn motherfucker!” You wiggled in his hold, fists hitting his shoulders. “Get off me! I swear I’ll kill you! You cannot invade this territory.”

“I bought it,” Steve casually said. “My people and I were looking for a peaceful place to settle down. Your alpha was about to run from his responsibilities when we met at a bar. I offered money and freedom, and he was willing to give up his territory and pack. I took the chance, and here we are.”

“You’re a fucking liar!”

“Watch your tongue!” Steve hissed, pushing you onto the couch in his office. He held you down by the back of your neck, stopping you from attacking him. “I let you get away with your behavior because you’re going to become my mate. I won’t tolerate much more. Do you hear me?”

“Your mate? Did you lose your mind?” You were the one laughing now. “I’m not omega material! Why don’t you ask my former mate?”

“I did,” Steve chuckled darkly in your ear. “He told me how you bit and fought him all the damn time. How you even refused to let him mate you on all fours, as a good omega should.” You cursed Steve out, but he didn’t care. “I can hardly wait to have you on all fours, omega. You’re going to look pretty with a cock in your tight little cunt and a gag in your mouth.”

“Yeah, that’s how you like it, asshole. A woman who can’t talk back and kneels for you. I’m not that kind of woman, and you know it.” You wiggled in his hold, earning a growl from the alpha.

“That’s what I like about you. I love me a challenge. I had my eyes on you since your former mate mentioned you for the first time. I made sure you found the job offer, and that you’d return to my territory to get you in my clutches.”

You gasped loudly. He wasn’t wrong. You came back here to take an important assignment for a new client. You mostly work from home, but for this job, you had to make an exception and be present on at least two days a month. “You tricked me?”

“I had to make sure my little lamb walked right into my trap…”

Part 3

The air felt cleaner, promising a better life. You didn’t know why, but it made your feet walk faster toward the small cottage at the end of the territory. The one you call your own.

“Hold, who’s there?” An alpha you never saw before blocked your path. He looked you up and down and scoffed when you came to a hold, stopping your rolling luggage at his feet. “What do you want here?”

“Dude, it’s 2 am, I still suffer from jet lag, and you are blocking my path to my home. I lived here all my life,” you said, jerking your head toward the small cottage. “I don’t know who you are, and frankly, I don’t give a flying fuck. Just get out of my way.”

The alpha scoffed and crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You won’t get past me.” He said, matter-of-factly. “You’re an intruder.”

You groaned loudly before dropping your bags to the ground. The alpha watched you stretch your limbs and crack your neck with amusement.

“Remember,” you said, looking the alpha straight in the eyes. “You asked for this.”

“What do you want to do, little pup?” He laughed in your face, waking the furious omega in you. “I’ll break your neck if—”

The alpha whined low in his throat when your foot connected with his groin. The power behind your kick was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He didn’t expect you to attack him with the evilest move ever.

“Well, if you are being an ass, showing off your balls,” you said, cupping his jaw as he was holding his bruised balls, “I’ll simply smash them. Now, if you’d excuse me. I’d love to go to my house and get some sleep.”

You stepped away and looked down at the alpha. He was in pain, and you pitied him. “Put ice on that and get some rest. You’ll be fine and can make pups in no time.”

You were about to pick up your bags when someone clapped their hands behind you.

Twirling around, you gulped hard. An even taller and more imposing alpha had sneaked up on you from behind. He was standing toe-to-toe with you, looking down at you, a smirk tugging at his plump lips.

He was a sight for sore eyes. His medium-length light brown hair and the full, well-groomed beard that framed his jawline only added to his handsome appearance.

“I see you defeated one of my mightiest warriors,” he casually said, blue eyes boring into you, searching for any trace of fear or weakness.

A shiver ran down your spine, and goosebumps erupted all over your skin when his scent hit you.

“Focus,” you muttered under your breath, fighting your instinct to submit to the strong alpha. “And who are you again?” You couldn’t stop yourself from angering the alpha.

“Strange,” he replied, his smirk deepening. “Shouldn’t you know the alpha of your pack?” The alpha cocked his head, eying you warily. “Or did you lie about living here all your life?”

You curled your lip in disgust. “As far as I remember, the alpha of this pack was my douchebag ex-mate, who was more of a man-whore than a leader.”

“Do I sense a sob story?” The bastard dared to make fun of your heartbreaking past.

“Get fucked,” you snapped back, your eyes widening. “I don’t do sob stories. If you fuck with me, I’ll make you bleed or remodel your beloved bike with a baseball bat.” You flashed the alpha a smirk and turned to leave.

“A feisty and fiery one, I see.” He grabbed your wrist, keeping you from leaving him. “Still, you will not disrespect your alpha.”

You sighed long and exasperated. “Listen, we are not living in the dark ages anymore. I know pack dynamics are still a thing, and I don’t mind treating people with respect if they do the same. Your bodyguard didn’t treat me with respect. He tried to stop me from going home and getting some sleep.”

Looking over your shoulder, you added, “and you are not my alpha, dude. I told you, the douchebag is the alpha of this pack. As much as I hate him, he’s still the one in charge of this pack. So, stop bugging me.”

“Do you have a death wish? You should show respect to your alpha and stop being a disobedient brat!” The alpha’s commanding voice boomed through the silent area. Even the alpha on the ground was shaking in distress.

“It’s a talent. Disobedience is just one of many of my personal traits.”

You smirked at the much taller alpha. A flicker of anger flared in your eyes, and for a moment, the alpha could see the fighter in you. The one who never backs down.

“Steve, she’s more dangerous than you think,” the alpha on his knees groaned in pain. “She just kneed my balls.”

“Aw, princess,” you cooed and winked at the brunette who was slowly trying to get back on his feet. “I could’ve ripped your dick off, too. I was being gentle.”

“Gentle?” The alpha hiccupped. “You bruised my balls! Stop acting like you were nice.” He glared your way, still holding his groin. “Steve, don’t get anywhere near her. She’s feral.”

“Feral?” You took one step toward the brunette. “Only because I’m not taking shit from knotheads any longer doesn’t mean I’m feral. It’s called self-respect.”

“Buck, just give it up. She’s a walking disaster and mine to tame,” Steve said, stepping closer to you. His size was impressive, but you didn’t give away that you’d like to climb him like a tree. Biology and instinct suck sometimes.

“Walking disaster?” You cocked your head. “I was simply minding my business and tried to go home. Your buddy over there blocked my way. It’s not my fault he’s dull and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Dull?” Bucky echoed, but Steve lifted his hand to stop the brunette from fighting with you.

“Buck, go home. Maybe find a nice omega on your way to help you with your problem.” Bucky’s eyes lit up at Steve’s words. He nodded and walked away.

Steve followed his friend with his eyes before turning his full attention back toward you. “Rules must be followed, doll. Even if you weren't around when I took over your pack.”

“It’s not my fault; John was a lousy alpha, only thinking with his dick. If you are the new guy in town, fine by me. Just don’t get in my way.” You gave him a thumbs up and turned to pick up your things, but he wouldn’t have it.

“Stop!” His voice was more commanding now. You stiffened and tilted your head in submission. He watched you fight his alpha command, still with that stupid smirk on his lips. “Things have changed. If you want to rejoin this pack, you will follow my rules and contribute to the pack.”

You struggled to keep a straight face. “I contributed to the pack for years. I allowed them to use my lands, and the bakery in town is mine too. What else do you want? A blood sacrifice?”

Steve’s smirk deepened. He stepped closer, aware that you couldn’t move or fight him. “You will come to my office first thing in the morning. 9 am sharp, doll. Not a minute late.”

He looked in your cottage’s direction and then at you. His large hand cupped your chin to tilt your head. The alpha stared at your untouched mating gland; his eyes dilated for only a second.

“Now get some sleep. Alpha’s order…” When you finally could move again, Steve was long gone.

“FUCKER!” You clenched your fists, deciding to give the alpha hell first thing in the morning.

Part 2

The bigger sharks were on levels from four to eight; those who came here not to posture or boost their ego, but simply for sating their twisted desires. It was no secrecy what happened on higher levels, though you still suspected you were given a brief summary of the depraved acts happening there.

A small part of you occasionally wondered how it would be to enter those levels, but the dark itch snuffed out quickly under the more pragmatic needs. 

Your pretty green card was all you needed. You told Astoria as much when she proposed to promote you to blue. Playing the part, you fed her lies about being too shy and too uncoordinated to dance for leering Betas and Alphas. 

The truth was: it would be harder to hoard information for later use.

On upper levels, patrons watched, drank and fucked. They rarely talked among themselves, unless it was to share filthy ideas of what to do with an Omega that caught their eye. 

However, on the second level, they met to talk business, to share gossip, to sell information. Scraps you plucked from their mouths without them paying attention. 

Those were the bites that fed you and your group. A stolen crate of medication from a shipment in the docks, which brought your lot money to last for nearly two months. Smooth breaking and entering the house of an officiant that left for vacation. Offering a few sets of hands to a contractor that looked for “cheap hire” - yeah, it was cheap, but for you it was still a nice boost of cash. Avoiding police raids. 

All thanks to spending long nights carrying drinks and snacks for the stupid wannabes. 

You didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. The world you were born into and grew up in was merciless toward Omegas. None of these assholes around you cared for an Omega, why should you care for their careers or lives. 

Centuries ago, supposedly, Alphas had an instinct to provide and care. Omegas to nurture and support. As civilization collapsed into a heap of jaded degenerates, none of the designations remained what it once was. Power still decided who’s on top of the food chain, but needs other than simple survival went extinct. No heats, no ruts, no need to nest. Most of the pregnancies were unplanned, since even those Alphas desiring to fuck an Omega to the ground lacked the ancestor’s primal need to breed. 

Which was all good, in your opinion. Less obstacles on Omega’s path to survival.

What would even be the point of bringing a child to this world if you’d be unable to protect it. Unable to provide comfort and safety. What point, if for years you were the strong one and not a single fucker around you seemed to reflect a ghost of legendary Alphas. 

Your own father, as much as you loved him, was a poor excuse of a provider for the family. Always shaking like a leaf, always keeping his head down, stickler for the rules that brought him nothing but poverty and disrespect. He had more of that emotional caring, at least, but unfortunately it didn’t feed mouths. 

It didn’t save your mother when she got sick.

You were barely eleven then, but it was you who tried to break into an apothecary. Of course you got caught. If it wasn’t for an officer’s exhaustion - he wasn’t merciful, he was just tired and didn’t feel like doing all the paperwork after his shift - you’d be sentenced. He scared you to death with threats, then let you go. 

Your father did nothing. Didn’t try to steal, didn’t seek alliances, didn’t try any shady work. 

You loved your father, but you lost your respect for him. 

Perhaps it was a cruel assessment, but the times were even more cruel. So by the time you were thirteen, you already joined a small group of street smart teenagers. You looked out for each other - within limits of reason. It served to work together and you were loyal, but to a point.

After all, this world demanded everyone to look out for themselves.

So you put on your sweet smile, recognizing the two of the patrons that became your regulars over the past months. With new guests you had to figure out what type of waitress they preferred - a shy one, or a flirtatious one. With regulars putting up a mask was much easier. 

“Your drinks, gentlemen.” You greeted politely, stopping right next to the one who self-proclaimed himself the leader. 

Pete Brenner. The Quadrant Overwatcher. 

A transfigured version of what used to be a district attorney position, reduced to a smaller part of the metropolis. With power to bully locals living in his quadrant, but in reality holding no power whatsoever in the grand scheme of things. He sure hoped to become The District Overwatcher.

“Nicely topped off, sweetcheeks.” Brenner voiced his approval as if you even cared for it.

“I’d never let anyone scam you here, Mr Brenner,” you replied, with just a pinch of coy flirtation that tickled his ego, but wouldn’t put a target on you. 

His mouth opened, but neither dismissal nor a repulsive offer came out. His gaze flicked over your shoulder and his whole demeanor shifted. He straightened, his face going serious. With a wave of two of his fingers he dismissed you. 

Which you’d happily do, but as you turned, an enormous shadow fell over you. A step before you grew an imposing, dark figure. It seemed your eyes had to go up and up to reach the face of the newcomer. When they did, your insides quivered in instinctive terror.

Former designation traits may have died out, but the fear was the basis of survival so it remained the most accurately functioning instinct. 

And it screamed at you to play dead.

Don’t run, because that beast could follow.

Gone were the days when men wearing suits were considered charming gentlemen. This man might be depicted by the controlled media as the paragon of law and propriety, but those values were warped and deformed. The reality was that he decided what law was and how it was executed. And he didn’t care for honor or justice. 

Steve Rogers. 

Beside the tv screen, you haven’t seen him once in person, despite working at the Inferno for two years now. 

Men like Rogers didn’t roam the club’s floors, especially the lowest levels. Even as one of the four owners of the place. Perhaps he visited the top levels on occasions, who knew what depraved cravings a predator like him had. 

In person, especially barely at an arm’s length from you, he was more intimidating than in the media. 

Long legs, with thighs stretching the fabric of his suit pants. He had his hands in his pockets, but somehow you knew they were big and lethal. Wide chest spanning out to the broadest shoulders you’ve ever seen. A tendon in his neck twitched as he tilted his head marginally. His jaw was perfectly clean shaven, chiseled sharp. Cold, blue eyes stared down at you - assessing and dismissing at the same time.

“Bring another round of drinks,” his order came in a surprisingly drawled, bored tone, “for the upcoming toast.” 

“Y-yes, Mr Rogers.” You dropped your gaze, scurrying past him in long hops. 

There were dumb fishes to fillet here, but you weren’t suicidal to play any games with that shark. He was bigger than a shark. More dangerous, too. A fucking creature from the depths. 

You took ten calming breaths before you forced yourself to walk back to their box. Tray perfectly balanced in your hands, you maneuvered between other tables. You forced yourself to focus on the filled glasses, not daring to lift your gaze up to anyone. Especially, since the towering executioner was still standing at the table. 

As his voice flowed, however, you couldn’t help picking up the precious fragments of information that had the power to change your life forever. 

“Bring it tomorrow before the night opening. Through Astoria’s office. The elevator will be waiting for you.” 

The elevator. 

The private one that was code locked and no one beside the four owners had access to it. The only one that led to the highest level, the last circle of hell. Accessible via only one golden keycard. 

Though no one was ever known to enter it, Omegas had their suspicions about it. Considering only the owners had access to the elevator that led to the ninth level, they assumed it was a private entertainment for the top Alphas. For special guests, or maybe for the owners themselves. 

While you understood that assumption, you saw inconsistencies. 

No one was ever invited there. Even if an Omega had signed in blood a non-disclosure agreement, someone would’ve noticed and gossiped. All the time you worked at Inferno, not a single Omega was rumored to have been given the golden card. 

For a while, you suspected it was Astoria’s card, which she displayed as a mark of her high position over all of you. With her intellect and control over the Omegas at Inferno, she could be granted the bonus of accessing the highest level. Of course she flatly denied it when you asked her one time. Even gave you that cold stare, warning you away from it. You wouldn’t expect someone as sharp as her to simply admit to it. 

If it was Astoria’s key card then it held the potential of opening a treasure chest. A whole fucking cave of treasure. 

Astoria had connections, supplies, wealth, which you could only dream of. Surely, if you scooped a tiny bit of it she wouldn’t mind, right? You weren’t a dumb amateur to steal something major that would instantly put an axe to your neck. You’d be clever about it, finding innocuous threads that don’t make a difference for Astoria but greatly improve your living standards.

With excitement bubbling in your chest, you quickly slid drinks around the table, swiftly snatching back any empty glasses from the prior round. You were about to retreat into the shadows of your duties, but you paused to glance at the biggest Alpha you had a chance to meet.

“Anything for you, Mr Rogers?” You brought an extra drink of the same booze, but he didn’t reach for it. Probably deeming it a piss poor substitute for the real expensive shit he got served in whatever dark level he roamed around. 

When his eyes snapped to you, breath hitched in your lungs. In the dimmed lights of the club his irises glowed iridescent blue, beautiful and terrifying. 

Some unknown part of your brain tingled with awareness, urging you to stare into his eyes while gracefully dropping down to your knees. It was different from the petrified reaction of crumbling at an abusive Alpha’s feet and begging for mercy. It was an impulse that felt strange, yet so natural. 

You fought against following it. You dropped your gaze, cutting off the mesmerizing connection with the Alpha’s eyes. 

“No, thank you.” There was no actual charm in Rogers’ voice, but the polite words - while clipped - were a rarity, as unique as shiny gems in the grime of the sewers. 

With a quick nod, you turned on your heel and walked away. Inwardly, you thought that Brenner and his entourage may toast whatever opportunity he’s been given, but yours was greater compared to his. For him it was merely a step. If all went well, for you it would be a leap. 

Continuing with your shift, you formed a plan stone by little stone, until you had a whole path carved in your mind to start on the next day. 

Coming two hours before the gates to hell opened wasn’t suspicious if you had a waitressing position. Omegas on the first and second floor, like you, often came earlier to help the bartenders. You frequently came early to gather any juicy scoop on who might be coming that night and was worth snooping around. The guards merely glanced at the green keycard you waved. 

Years on the streets have taught you to be aware of your surroundings, to notice shifts and changes, as well to recognize returning faces. It took you a split of a second to notice Astoria leave her office and head toward the patrons’ elevator, on her routine duty of checking every floor from the highest to lowest, before the night started. 

Her office door was automatically locked, opened with a keycard or a pin code. But you bravely marched forward, certain that this special evening it was supposed to stay open for Brenner to slip in and use the private elevator. Besides, if anything went wrong, you could always claim you were looking for Astoria herself. 

Blood pumped in your veins with a rush of adrenaline, a spike between excited and reasonable fear.

The door slid open with ease and it felt like a new chapter of your life rolling out a tattered red carpet for you. The glass box taking up the space of one wall lured with its colorful contents - the few keycards for various levels. 

But the one calling out for you was the one at the top. 

A single nugget of gold you itched to snatch, like an obsessed dragon hungry for the treasure and mindless of the alarm bells warning you of terrible curses awaiting. 

You hesitated only a heartbeat, then carefully opened the glass case. You had to strain on your tiptoes to brush your fingertips against the golden keycard. When it finally landed in your hands, you clutched it to your chest like the most precious finding. Its size and weight didn’t differ from the green keycard you had, yet something about it felt heavy.

As if it strung along a sense of dread. 

For the first time, you doubted if you should proceed. You shook that off. Even if the ninth floor didn’t store treasures, you were too curious to pass on that opportunity. To peek into the mysterious floor at least once. 

You quickly padded toward the shiny door of the private elevator. Your reflection was a shadowy silhouette, half the size of the surprisingly massive door. There was a panel on the side, but the digital numbers which usually had to glow were now dark and muted. Only one square at the bottom illuminated neon yellow. 

Bracing for potential blare of alarm, you took a deep breath and pressed it with the pad of your finger. 

No sirens resounded, only a quiet swish of door opening. You jumped inside immediately. You gasped as the elevator closed, engulfing you in semi-darkness. There were no buttons inside to choose a floor, which you found weird since the private elevator shaft went through all the floors. How did it know where to go or where to stop? 

It only occurred to you at that moment that you had no idea if the elevator would take you back up.

You clutched the golden keycard in your hand, with a rapidly quickening heartbeat waiting for the plummet into the lowest circle. Earlier bravado and hunger for benefits dimmed as the light filling the space seemed to hue from pale yellow to red. 

When the elevator finally stopped and the door smoothly slid open, flickers of yellow and orange greeted you in the otherwise dark space. Not a sound, but eerie silence awaited on the other side. 

Your eyebrows drew in a frown as you warily stepped out of the elevator. You expected a floor as spacious as all the others, but instead it appeared to be a circular chamber with walls made of stone. More than a contrast to the glass and steel of the whole Inferno building. The marble floor was cold beneath your bare feet, unlike the heated floors of the upper levels. 

There were no nooks, nor shelves along the tall walls. Only a grand, iron chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a round, wooden table beneath it. With four chairs. Each adorned with a detailed carving of an animal crest. 

Your attention, however, was drawn to the massive double door on the other side of the chamber. Carved into stone walls like a passage to an ancient world; buried, forgotten, and full of mysteries. 

The door was open wide, but beside the few inches of stone flooring right behind the threshold, you couldn’t see what was inside. The darkness there seemed too thick. Sconce lights along the wall casted merely a smudge of light.

You glanced around as your feet carried you past the table. There was no one inside. Only your heartbeat filled the space. 

Yet you felt eyes following your every move.

Twisting your head back and side, you couldn’t find a flicker of light that would betray a camera catching your trespassing. But the feeling didn’t ease, prickling at the nape of your neck with conviction that a predator lurked somewhere here. 

Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, you stopped in front of the monstrous door, tilting your head back to read the sign carved above it.

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.

You had no idea what that meant, but you didn’t need to know latin to suspect it was a vow of something terrible. Any reasonable person would pivot on their heel and leave. You couldn’t back down. You didn’t want to be a coward. Didn’t want to miss the opportunity that for so many Omegas would be life-changing. 

You stepped into the dark corridor. It looked endless. Spots of light were reaching just into a point, but as you neared it, they continued to appear further. It took you a moment to realize they weren’t reacting to movement, they were constantly lit, but the corridor itself wasn’t straight. It curved and curved. 

A spiral. 

Probably curling around the central chamber, wider and wider circles each pass. 

You weren’t far into it when the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stood to attention. The smallest gust of wind tickled somewhere between your ankles, alerting you of a movement behind you. 

Heart pounding in your chest, you slowly turned around. And screamed. 

A monster prowled forward, its huge silhouette emerging from the darkness and brushing between the blotches of light from the sconces. 

Its animalistic face glinted steel, sharp teeth out in the open ready to maul your flesh. 

But then it came further into the light and you noticed the human shape of the rest of its body. Massive, still so much bigger, but definitely human. Wearing heavy, combat boots and black pants similar to those worn by Strike teams. His upper body was bare. Displayed like a sculpture of exaggerated perfection that bloomed from smooth waist into broad strokes of chest and shoulders. His arms seemed built of cords and curves, even as they stayed slack at his sides, not flexing in strain. 

As your gaze traveled upward, along his neck and the curve of his jaw, you realized the monstrous face you first noticed was in fact a metal mask. Depicting a wolf. 

It covered the man’s face; protruding snout and sharp teeth hiding his mouth in shadows. His eyes appeared dark, but with the mask on and the shadows filling the corridor it was impossible to say if that was their real color, or if it was a deceit. 

“Little, cunning fox.” His voice carried smoothly, its deep timbre resembling an actual growl. 

You couldn’t tell which aspect of him betrayed it, but you felt it deep in your guts that this was an Alpha. 

And not an ordinary one. 

Markers of scents, as well pheromonal reactions have been extinct for decades, if not a century, so it wasn’t your sense picking up on it. Not every Alpha was built like a monument, either. Yet you felt it, to the very fiber of your being. 

Not one to be spiritual, or seek grains of truths in legends, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be some ancient Alpha monster who slept in these underground ruins for centuries. Awoke now to devour fresh prey. 

“I- “ words were stuck in your throat, fighting for space with your heart that wanted to escape, but you managed to blurt out - “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t be. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.” 

You shook your head, frowning, as you tried to understand his implication. It wasn’t a place you were ever supposed to find. After all, you snuck in here after cheating the odds, thanks to an overheard conversation. That golden card wasn’t gifted to you. 

The Wolf lifted his arms, brushing the walls of the corridor with his fingers. Fuck, you’d be unable to pass him on either side, he’d catch you easily with how his whole frame filled the space. 

“So clever and resourceful. So determined. So-” though you couldn’t see it, somehow you knew his mouth curved into a wicked grin - “hungry for thrill.” 

“No, I’m not. I’m just trying to survive.” For years, since you’ve been a teenager, it was all about surviving in the cold, careless world. 

“And you’re doing it impressively.” He gave a solemn nod. “Quick-witted. Though your company was rather annoying.”

“I’m here alone!” You quickly supplied.

You suspected he meant the crew you’ve been working with for years. A band of street raised teenagers who grew into shifty adults, using each other not as support but a means to an end. As long as most of you survived, it worked for everybody. You had no foolish ideas about what it was. Still, you wouldn’t so easily hand them over. After some pain, maybe, but not so fast. 

“You’re here with me.” There was something in the Alpha's suddenly cold snap that sent familiar shivers down your spine. 

“Out there, however,” he continued, “you shared your scrappy talents with an ungrateful batch. Despite being the main source of your band’s intel they wouldn’t hesitate to profit off of you. That pitiful self-proclaimed leader, Mason, was scheming to get a deal on you.”

Your fingers clenched into fists, edges of the golden keycard cutting into your skin. A part of you wanted to deny this accusation, out of pure spite. But you never claimed to trust anyone with your life, including the people with whom you often conspired to steal a crumb. Still, it hurt for some reason, to hear that the same people planned on curating your doom. 

“Found himself a hungry buyer. Pete Brenner.” The Wolf spat that name with disdain. 

Heart lurched to your throat, squeezing there along with a shocked gasp. Was that why you were here? But it was Brenner who had been instructed to come via the private elevator, they couldn’t know you would-

“Brenner was too lazy to orchestrate your relocation, he needed Mason to lead you right into him in his district. Thinking you’d be sweetly lured.” You couldn’t see clearly, but you were sure he just rolled his eyes. 

“How do you know all of that?” And why are you telling me all of this? 

The Wolf’s head tilted to the side. His fingertips caressed the stone walls as he took a step towards you. A step you instinctively met with your own small step back. 

“I know everything.” He chuckled darkly. “Everything that happens in this city. Every broken rule. Every resistance. Every connection.” 

He slowly prowled forward and you shuffled backwards, your blood filling with heating adrenaline that was about to reach a boiling point. 

“I know you’re not the kind to be lured sweetly. All those years fighting to stay afloat in the murky waters that you absorbed the darkness. Sniffing out goodies, stealing information, dancing in the shadows.” With each sentence he came forward. Still slow, seemingly unbothered by your retreating form. “You may hate it, like all do, but you grew to enjoy the chase. And I want to teach you-”

“ -to enjoy being hunted.” 

Scream stuck in your own head, or maybe it was the wheezing sound of your blood drowning your insides. You moved faster than ever before, turning around and bolting further down the corridor. 

You had no idea where it led, what other dangers awaited at the end, if there even was an end!, but you had to run. Far away from the monster you knew would give chase. 

Perhaps, it went against logic. If he wanted to hunt you, shouldn’t you provide him with the complete opposite? But your brain appeared to malfunction, too terrified to form up witty plans and outsmart the Alpha. It pulsed with one thought now - run! 

Terror fueled your moves, but there were other flickers heating up beneath your skin. You’ve run plenty of times in your life, but none of your escapes stirred fizzy bubbles popping in your veins with drunk endorphins. 

Raw cry ripped out of your lungs when a heavy arm wrapped around your middle, shoving you against the wall in a sharp move. Those bubbles spiraled in a burst, making you fight against the warm mass pressing you against the hard stone, but also stiffening your nipples. 

“No! Let me go!” Your hands slapped against his chest and arms, legs kicking outward, trying to yank you from the cage of his presence. 

Swiftly, he trapped your wrists above your head. His hips pressed into you, immobilizing your legs. A whimper escaped your lips when you saw, and felt, how truly big and overpowering he was. Dark eyes stared at you from behind the creepy wolf mask. The snout and teeth of it still obscured fine details of his face, but up close you saw the sinister curve of his lips. 

“Oh, I will,” his promise didn’t bring you any relief; rather vowed a worse fate. “After all, we’re just getting started.” 

“What do you want?!” You jerked in his hold, but he didn’t allow you much movement.

“What we both want, little fox.” He leaned closer. Cold metal of his mask brushed your cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear - “To fuck you raw.”

The world stilled. Your heart stuttered its pace. Your eyes widened as you stared at the nameless, masked Alpha holding you in his clutches with the cruel confidence of a heartless executioner. However, your blood didn’t run cold, like it probably would if he laid the fate you expected at first - your death. 

As he revealed his hunger, a wave of heat swallowed you under.

“I don’t want it! I don’t-” you cried your protests, once again squirming against his hold. 

He laughed. A short bark of astoundingly soft, deep sound. 

The Alpha pressed closer against you, causing your boobs to squish against his broad chest. He undoubtedly could feel the poke of your stiffened nipples. So imposing. So damn scary. You were a step away from pissing yourself from fear. Or was it some other kind of wetness… 

“Don’t you?” He teased, rolling his hips against your lower belly. 

You squeaked, shaking your head. 

Slightly leaning back, he looked down at you. His irises, still shadowed, glinted something menacing. He gripped one of your wrists in one of his hands and lowered your arm. Then brought it to his torso. He made you splay your fingers over his pectoral, made you feel the pleasant warmth of his skin and the muscle straining beneath it. 

Slowly, he guided your fingers down his naked chest; forcing you to trail the ridges of carved muscles. Down, and down, and down, where the golden trail of short hair under his belly button darkened as it led underneath the waistband of his pants.

Your breast swelled, even as your mind fought to make yourself nauseous at the thought of being made to cup his bulge. 

But he didn’t force you to touch it. Instead, he moved your hand to your own belly. Fingers uncurled from around your wrist and his whole palm covered yours. So fucking bigger than your own. 

He pressed his fingers on top of yours, then slid them beneath the waistband of your shorts. Pushed them deeper, until they covered your heated pussy. You tried to stop your gasp as he forced one of your digits (along with his own) to spread your cut. 

He made you rub your tingling clit; short swipes over the already slick button. 

Then he yanked your hands out, bringing your glistening fingers up into the faint light. Shame and dread stirred tears in your eyes. You really didn’t want to respond to that beast of a man, why was your body betraying you? 

A zap of current snapped from your chest down to your clit when the Alpha flicked his tongue against your wet fingertip then suckled on it. 

“Don’t worry,” he nipped your finger, “I still want you to keep repeating how much you don’t want it.” 

You couldn’t help the quiver that rocked your body. He was getting off on you fighting him. 

“Aw, no need for that face, my sweet fox.” He cooed. “I won’t just break you for my amusement. I’m not a poor excuse of an Alpha like Brenner.”

“No. You’re not meant to be used and tossed out. You’re meant to be owned.” He swiped his hand over your head in a gentle caress. “Which is why I broke twenty bones in Brenner’s body before I gutted him.”

“If you run far enough you might find him. I could-” his lips curved in a wicked grin- “fuck you next to his body.” 

“That’s disgusting!” You blurted out, making a face, not sure if you were more repulsed by the gruesome murder he just depicted, or the idea of being fucked next to a corpse. 

“That’s the law of nature.” His tone switched to a cold, unyielding harshness that terrified you. His hand, which stroked you just a moment ago, now curled around the front of your neck.

“The bigger predator kills the smaller one-” he pressed against you again, crushing you into the wall- “Then rightfully takes the Omega’s tight cunt and breeds her full.” 

Feeling of dread poured over you with a heavy mass, but within that clogging weight pulsed something hot; sizzling in the synapses that seemed to awake in the unused parts of your brain. 

The Wolf didn’t choke you, but you didn’t dare to shake your head in response to his words. Only your eyes brimmed with salty tears as you stared up into the cold mask. 

“Now run, little fox. I want to execute my fucking law.” 

His fingers spasmed lightly around your neck, for a flicker of a moment before he was releasing you from his grip completely. He took a step back. 

It wasn’t freedom nor mercy. It was an appetizer to a monster’s feast. Yet you couldn’t make yourself stay in place, or drop down to plead for mercy. Somehow you knew it wouldn’t come. Not in the form you hoped for. 

You started forward, begging the darkness to swallow you. The corridor kept stretching and stretching further, neverending. Sconces of light thinned, turning the spiral labyrinth scarier, though at the same time it fed you false hope of getting so lost in the shadows that the Alpha wouldn’t find you. 

Blood rushed through your veins, filling your head with crashing waves. Through it, the echo of your heart sang a staccato of trepidation. With a growing, melodic thrum that struck your body like it was a violin - plucking at strain chords, and each tremble reverberated straight to your pussy.

You didn’t want to comprehend why your body responded to scary violence. Your focus was on escaping, not on what the Alpha would do to you once he caught you. 

But there was no light at the end of that tunnel, only the prospect of a beast pinning you down and ravishing you in a most primal way. 

Another inner chord struck, vibrating with an aroused hum that rippled through your whole body. 

The harder you tried to run, the more excitement bubbled. When you heard heavy footsteps behind you, your core pulsed. As you feared being fucked against your will, your cunt primed itself for the painful pleasure. 

It was madness.

It was wild. 

And when the massive body of the Alpha collided with yours the sound that left your throat wasn’t a shrill scream, but something more guttural. Animalistic. 

He didn’t shield you from the harsh ground; your hands and knees scraped against the cold stones as he pushed you down. One hand gripped the fabric of your top, the other yanked at your shorts. There was no teasing, no gently built threat, but a hungry determination. 

“No!” You tried to kick back at him, but your bare foot made no impression on the steel muscles in his thick thigh. 

Fabric of your top ripped at the seams, useless scraps falling down. Graze of cold steel along your bare back was followed by a warm, wet swipe of tongue. Soft lips brushed your skin, only to bruise it with a nip of sharp teeth a second later. 

He didn’t explore your body like a passionate lover might, but rather devoured - greedy and insatiable. 

A large palm cupped one of your breasts. A nearly tender swipe of a thumb over your nipple, then a squeeze, a pinch. It skated the edge of pain, yet your other breast felt abandoned and cold. Some part of you was looking to snarl if he wouldn’t deliver attention there. 

Shocked by that thought, and the magnitude of inadequate reaction of your body, you attempted to scramble forward. 

He grabbed your hips, yanking you back. Your ass slammed right into his pelvis, the hardness of his cock against your asscheek froze you. Though it wasn’t only terror. There was… curiosity.

Which snapped when the Alpha pulled your shorts down your thighs. 

There was nothing slow in his movements. Each grip and rip were hungry and sharp. A continuation of the chase, even as he had you splayed beneath him. 

A stinging slap that made you cry out. Hands spreading your thighs wider. A knee forced between them, trapping the fabric of your bottoms to the ground. 

“Fucking primed for me.” He groaned in delight, swiping between your wet folds with brutal fingers. 

“Do you like it like that, little fox?” Two of his fingers stretched your hole; his other hand clamping on one of your shoulders and holding you in place. 

“Do you like being my prey?” Cruel words brushed along your skin, following the cool touch of the wolf mask’s snout. “Being chased and caught. Forced to the ground. Powerless against me.” 

He kissed the back of your neck. Then bit it. Without breaking skin, but he put enough force into it to undoubtedly leave a mark. The mask’s metal canines scraped your skin, as well. 

“About to get fucked-” his fingers drove into you mercilessly; your slick sprinkling onto his hand. 

“Don’t- don’t- don’t-” you chanted pleadings with a teary voice, yet your hips kept eagerly rocking back against his hand.  

“I’m going to split that tight cunt on my fat cock.” He growled; tightening his grip on your shoulder, he pressed your chest down to the ground. “I will make you take every fucking inch, keep you on it even if you sob it’s too much.” 

His fingers withdrew with a squelching sound; flickers of embarrassment fell flat compared to the flames of frustrated need that trickled down your inner thigh. 

The sound of a zipper being undone made you shiver. You shook your head frantically, tears wetting your eyelashes. Alpha’s hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your head. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, close to the roots.  

“I’m going to fuck you right here.” You felt the press of velvet hot, tapered tip against your hole. “On the ground, in the dirt. Rough and raw. Until your body burns through the pain and pleasure, until you're a numb ruin that feels nothing but the slosh of my cum filling you.”

Fingers digging into the meat of your hip, he pushed in. A single stroke that buried him to the hilt before your loud cry at the intrusion ceased into a whimper. 

Maybe it was a mercy that he didn’t toy with you, didn’t make you suffer prolonged slide, feeding you inch by inch of that big - too big - cock. Just a savage thrust that conquered your cunt. 

It burned, yet your pussy fluttered around his girth, rolling out a welcoming flood. 

However, as he started to withdraw, the stretch of him against your walls seemed to grow. Not along his whole length, but close to the base that somehow resisted against the tight rim of your opening. 

Your cunt clenched as a long whine strung out of your throat. 

“Stop! Ah! Stop, wait!” You struggled, attempting to crawl away from the new, maddening sensation. But you couldn’t move, the Alpha’s strength outmatching yours by a ton. 

“Feeling that?” His vicious chuckle tickled the shell of your ear. “That’s my little surprise for you, Omega.” 

He surged into you again, quieting your distress with fullness then renewing it with that wide impossible pressure. 

“Our ancestors had knots. Additional girth designed to inflate at the climax and hold Omega in place on the Alpha’s cock, keeping her nicely stretched and plugged so all that virile cum would fill her to the brim.”

It couldn’t be. It was impossible! Those traits devolved and ceased to exist. There were no rumors even of anyone for the past century to have any suspicion of an Alpha with a knot. 

The potential of it, weaved with the cruelly sinful voice of the monstrous Alpha filling your pussy, shot a star-bright impulse that speared into some hidden, latent part of your brain. Fear of being ripped, after all your body wasn’t equipped to take it (or so you thought), spiked in your blood. 

But then the haze clouded at the edge of your vision. Heat unfurled further, pulsing low in your core. Your pussy spasmed, somehow eager to be stretched beyond what she could take. 

“Oh, do you like that idea, my needy fox?” He rocked slowly in and out, shallow barely-there movement that kept widening your hole. 

“Pity it’s just an echo of the past.” He sighed. “A bonus from strong genes that formed a latent knot at my base. Wish it could fully expand.” 

His fingers dug harder into your hip, holding you in place as he began withdrawing fully. Slowly. 

“You’d scream so prettily when it stretched you.” His voice deepened, turning hungrier and darker as you keened, struggling to stand the stretch. “You would come so fucking hard on it. Cream all over the knot. Wet yourself and me.” 

Tears splattered the stone under your face, a tinge of saltiness from your terror and an abundance of sweetness from the insane pleasure that had no right to accompany that situation. 

Yet it did. It kept increasing, too. 

“As you will now.” The Wolf gritted, pulling the fattest part out then plunging back in.

“Ahhh!” Your toes curled, vision blurring completely - be it from the tears or the abrupt burst of pleasure that crushed your body. 

Orgasms like that shouldn’t be possible. It felt like something beyond the norm of sensations a body was able to stand. Intense. Continuous. Rooted in awareness of being helpless and overpowered. 

Ringing in your ears that erupted with your climax slowly quieted down, even as your body still twitched from the aftershocks. Soon your consciousness was back to registering the dark quiet of the hell’s corridor, filled with marks of your shame - the slap of skin against skin, the sticky wet response of your pussy welcoming predator’s cock, your little choked cries. Ah ah ah ah.

“Fuck, that’s it!” The Alpha grunted above you. 

His mask hit the side of your head as he rutted into you. Harder. Deeper. The hand in your hair gave another harsh tug as his hot breath sang a humid chant against your skin.  

“I knew you’d respond so well. All that fight and fear making your pussy cling to my cock. So needy for me, isn’t it?” You wanted to shake your head in denial, but your walls contracted in submissive confirmation. 

It should be repulsive. In sync with the remnants of the fight that spurred you to attempt escaping at all cost. Yet each thrust of his thick cock, each filthy word and low grunt of his depraved pleasure, fed something desperate inside of you.

An emptiness you never noticed. 

Which awoke with the rush of terror and adrenaline, stirring instincts about which you only read in old books. And a part of you realized the need to fight him, to claw your way out of this hell, wasn’t for a voice of reason, but to please the Alpha further. To tune into his game and willingly turn yourself into prey he gets to break.  

“That’s what you’re made for, Omega. To take your Alpha’s cock and cum. Anywhere. Anytime.” He moved the hand from your hair to grip your other hip, firmly holding you in place as his pace grew savage. 

“Yeah, keep taking it!” He snarled, snapping his hips harder.

The crown of his cock lodged so deep it threatened to kiss your cervix. Despite the risk of pain, you grew impossibly wetter. Or maybe it was his girth, stretching your snug walls. Perhaps a twisted composition of everything, including the helplessness of being pinned to the ground and taken against your will. 

“Fuck! Fuck, I hope it takes.” His rumbly groan had your body tensing. 

This time you shook your head, whimpering a scared No. You reached forward, clawing at the stones beneath you in a futile attempt to somehow move away from him. He didn’t allow it. With a bruising grip he yanked you back onto his cock with a force that burst stars under your eyelids. 

“Oh yes, little fox. I’m going to breed you.” His tone bore not a tinge of cruel amusement, but a dark delight, as if it was his biggest dream coming true.  

A bunch of particles in your mind ignited with that, like a beacon responding to a call you’ve been waiting for your whole life. 

It sprinkled warm contentment along with the rush of extreme panic over the finality of your fate. You realized there was never a chance of changing it, no matter how fast and far you ran. Falling prey to this Alpha had been decided the second you stepped into the deepest circle of Inferno. Maybe even earlier.

Despite muttering broken objections, your moans grew louder with each thrust of his cock. A burst of euphoria and demand for more ruin, urging the Alpha with keening and the arch of your back.

“I’m going to fill your cunt with my cum over and over,” he growled, growing frantic in his pace, “-day after day, and watch you grow round with it.” 

“And it will take. But fuck I hope it takes right now!” Most of his weight draped over you, pinning you to the ground and rendering you breathless. The filth spilling from his mouth in a primal rumble made your cunt flutter. 

“Hope that I knock you up when you’re still fighting it, when you cry how you don’t want it, while your pussy milks me greedily and your womb opens up for my seed.” 

If heat and trebling were wrecking your body up to this point, his last words caused an eruption. A climax that snapped through you with blinding force. And it continued to spread in waves.

“Do you want that, Omega? Want your Alpha to breed you?” He rutted into you in short jerks, keeping his cock balls deep and twitching right at the threshold. 

“Please, please, please…” your hoarse voice bounced against the stone floor as your pussy clenched and gushed.

Your orgasm boiled, refusing to cease. Painful pleasure behind it coming not from your overstimulated cunt, but as if something else deep inside you awoke with relish at the thought of being bred by the monster. 

The Wolf responded with a roar. His hands bruised your hips as he slammed into you for the final time. 

Hot spill filled your pulsing cunt. An overabundance that strained the walls of your core.

He buried his face in your hair; heavy breath puffing in hot, wet gusts against your temple. His voice seemed to break for a second, turning from a shout to a purring moan. It almost felt comforting to have his warm weight blanketing you and his sounds of contentment praising your submission. 

When he moved off your body a while later, shivers followed in his wake. Along with an embarrassing gush of fluids dripping out of your used pussy. 

You dropped down and curled on your side, still breathing hard. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your head felt dizzy. Tingling sensation buzzed in so many spots on your skin where he bit, scratched and gripped you. 

“Absolute perfection.” The Alpha hummed, watching your broken form splayed on the ground before him. 

He was kneeling up; his pants unzipped and pushed down just under his ass. His thick cock was reddened and glistening with your juices and streaks of his own cum. Glancing at it, you couldn’t help the whimper escaping your lips. 

You felt how big it was, how that engorged base stretched you beyond limit, but seeing it brought a new spike of heated fear. 

Because he made it clear that you’d be taking it many more times. 

“That’s how I want you in my bed.” His gaze roamed over your body. “A boneless mess full of my seed.”

You whined when he rolled you onto your back and pushed your knees apart. 

You slapped your hands against his chest, lacking strength but still trying to somehow push him away. With a grunt he settled on top of you. His waist fit between your spread thighs. Wet cock rubbing against your belly. 

“Yeah!” Lips curving into a smile, he encouraged you: “Keep fighting!”

Each slap, each scratch of your nails, each squirm, they seemed to turn him on. You hated him for it, yet couldn’t stop yourself from giving him exactly what he wanted.

Exactly what some twisted part of you enjoyed, as well. 

On your next hit you managed to square on the side of his face, knocking off the monstrous metal mask off his face. It fell to the ground right next to you and you saw his face for the first time. 

You froze, staring up at him. Your fists rested against his broad chest, suddenly depleted of energy to continue your fight. 

Out of all the terrible images your mind could conjure of the Alpha behind the mask, you never expected it to be him. 

With blue eyes so striking they could slice you open like scalpel. They were darker now, irises swallowed by blown wide pupils full of hunger. Stern lines and menacing cold of his usual expression softened with flush and glow. Strands of dark golden hair fell across his forehead in a disarray.

“M-Mr Rogers?” You gasped.

“It’s Alpha, for you,” his chuckle was soft, almost affectionate. “Or Steve, if you’re feeling exceptionally devoted.” 

With a coo, he gripped your wrists in his hand and forced your arms above your head. He readjusted his position, pulling one of your knees to your chest and rolling his hips until his cock was nudging at your soaked opening. 

“Ngh! Too much!” You strained beneath him, terrified of the mindblowing pleasure he could rip out of you in that most painful way. 

“But that’s how you like it, sweet fox.” Steve countered. “You like it when there’s more. More treasures to steal or trade. More challenges. Isn’t that why you stole that golden card? Because you craved what more it could lead to?”

“I didn’t know-” your voice hitched when he inched deeper.

“You knew it wasn’t yours to take. It wasn’t given to you. Neither was the information about the elevator being left open.” Steve slowly pushed in, relishing in the resistance of your pussy, as if he hadn’t ruined it mere minutes before. 

“You dared to do it. You took it for yourself. As I am taking you for myself.” 

A wave of embarrassment swallowed you and Steve grinned, most pleased, when the wet squelch of your cunt filled the air. 

“But I’ll let you in on a secret,” his grin turned dark, a reflection of the ruthless wolf cast in the mask. “I set it all up for you. I hoped you wouldn’t be able to resist. But… if you didn’t steal the card and step into my trap yourself, I’d still take you.” 

“I told you, I know everything about what happens in the city.” He reminded you. “I knew about your group causing trouble for a while. Their demise has been signed for weeks now. As was your fate to cream all over my cock and bear me children.” 

He punctuated the last part with a snarl, bottoming out.

A lightning zapped down your spine, arching you toward your tormentor with possessed worship. 

You weren’t used to such wild fucking, and the previous raw orgasms left you so sensitive. Each greedy thrust elicited a whimper. But it was followed by a moan as sparks reignited low in your belly, threatening to rapidly bring you to another climax. 

“You sound so sweet when you struggle to take me.” Steve grunted, licking a stripe of your skin salty with sweat and dirt. 

He sucked on a spot on your throat, then mouthed along your collarbone where he mauled your skin into another mark. His tongue wrote wet sins over your breasts as he kept fucking into you with deep strokes. 

The hand from under your knee moved to your face, gripping your jaw between his fingers. Your lips were parted on strings of gasps, but his hold forced them open wider. 

Your eyes widened when a dab of spit landed on your tongue. Instead of disgust, however, your body shuddered in complete surrender, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull. 

Then Steve’s lips were staking the claim of your mouth. Feral and dominating. His own growly moan vibrated along your tongue. He swallowed your cries that grew when you sensed his pace picking up and realized he was about to come and fill you again. 

“I’m so close, Omega,” Steve panted against your lips. “Gonna fill you. You want that, don’t you? Want your Alpha’s cum deep in your tight cunt.” 

He slid his hand between your bodies, kneading and pinching in his way southward. When his fingers circled your swollen clit you bucked wildly, knees drawing up, toes curling. 

“That’s it, come for your Alpha. Soak up all that cum. Be a good breeding bitch and take it!” 

You surrendered with a hoarse cry. Your muscles shook with strain, so many spots skating the edge of a painful cramp. With how hard your walls clenched around Steve’s cock it was a shocking miracle he was able to spear deeper. You felt him throb; a pulsating sensation teasing your overworked pussy. 

Pleasure and exhaustion rendered you boneless. You went lax beneath the bulk of the monster that defiled you, letting his warmth coat you as he kept his body like a shield over you. 

The abundance of his seed made your abdomen feel inflated. The excess of it seeped out of you in a thin trickle, the Alpha’s cock still locking most of it inside of you. 

You hummed as he nosed along your cheek and down your neck. With your gaze blurry, you stared at the dimmed light casted by the sconces, wondering if that was your future now. To be lost in an ancient maze, warmed only by the unhinged affection of a savage Alpha. 

When sometimes later your worn body was lifted into strong arms, you didn’t even flinch. For the moment there was no fight in you left as the onslaught has left you exhausted. You pressed your cheek to his shoulder, keeping your own fingers interlaced and resting on your chest. 

Then he set the scary wolf mask in your lap. Hollow eyes stared up at you, provoking you to whimper in fear and search the Alpha’s comforting warmth. Despite knowing he was the one wearing the mask, equalling him as terrifying and cruel, somehow it made all the difference when Steve’s eyes were peering at you from beneath that mask.

A flicker of life rejuvenated the last working particles of your brain when a brighter light appeared on your way. 

Steve was taking you back to the circular chamber of the ninth floor. 

It appeared much warmer and less intimidating after hours spent in the depths of shadows in the terrifying labyrinth. Though it remained the bottom of hell, with no route to escape. You doubted Steve would put you in the elevator and allowed you to return to your previous life.

Not with his clear intention to impregnate you. 

As Steve stepped onto the marble floor the light from the huge iron chandelier revealed not only the marks of Alpha’s insatiable hunger on your skin, but also three intimidating silhouettes. 

Monsters of Steve’s kin. Wearing masks similar to the one nestled in your lap. A lion, a bull, and a serpent.

Each oozed horror of a different kind. Their dark power shifted the atmosphere.

Icy terror gripped your chest. Was he going to let them-

“I stake claim.” Steve’s voice cut through your panicking thoughts with a sharp, cold cut. 

It was a declaration of unchangeable law. A vow of ownership set into the very foundation of the metropolis. It weaved itself into your bones, as well. 

A doom for you, but you pitied anyone who ever dared taking you away from Steve’s grasp. Though neither of the other monsters appeared angered by his selfish possessiveness. Their lack of interest in you was a relief. 

“What bond do you choose?” Asked the one wearing a bull’s mask.

Being so tired and aching, you couldn’t comprehend what they meant. When Steve put you down on your feet, your muscles refused to cooperate and your body nearly folded down in exhaustion. Steve held you up, wrapping one of his arms around your middle. 

He didn’t care that his mask dropped to the floor, the wolf’s empty gaze staring up at you in the Alpha’s clutches. Steve grabbed a fistful of your hair with his other hand, tilting your head to the side. 

“I choose a traditional one.” His possessive growl caressed the skin of your neck.  

“A bite.”

He didn’t give you a second to prepare for the dark intention of his words. Pain burst in your neck where Steve sank his teeth in, piercing through your skin and drawing a flow of blood. 

Your body jerked in his hold, feet scraping against the smooth marble. Your high pitched shriek rolled into a broken sob, that soon dissipated into a lifeless moan. Consciousness escaped you as fast as your blood dripped down your naked chest.  

As the heavy fog engulfed you, a trice repeated “Claim witnessed” jingled in the back of your head. 

Then it was darkness. Your body shut down, granting you blissful unawareness.

When you blinked away the haze - much much later - marble and stone were gone, replaced by a soft gray glow of early morning that peered through the dark trunks of thick trees. You were in the back of a car that drove through the forests. Far outside of the city.

Though you sensed the Alpha’s presence right beside you, you chose to stare out the tinted window at the view so foreign and wild. You’ve never stepped further than the outskirts of the city. 

Then again, you never had savage, filthy sex either. Never came so hard, much less from fear and being overpowered. 

Your sore body was wrapped in a soft suit jacket. Steve’s undoubtedly. It was big enough to cover your ass and for the sleeves to reach your knuckles. You slipped your fingers beneath the collar, feeling around the spot burning with dull pain. 

Where he bit you.

Soft dressing covered the wound. It seemed it wasn’t bleeding anymore, which meant you were out for quite a while. 

“Fitting,” you croaked out, “that a wolf lives in the forest.”

You sensed his gaze on you, evoking that deep-core shiver you couldn’t differentiate anymore between trepidation and exhilaration. But you didn’t turn to him yet. You didn’t have the courage to look into his blue eyes and see the reflection of your own ruin. 

His large, warm hand rested just above your ankle; thumb rubbing your skin in slow motion.

“Fitting for a fox, too,” came his reply. “Especially when you start nesting.”

“I’m not nesting.” Despite being unable to raise your voice - your throat scraped raw from all the sounds he drew from you all night - you snapped at him quietly. 

His caress on your calf paused. His fingers tightened, squeezing your limb in a warning.

“Shh shh shh,” Ari cooed, his hand on your belly giving a gentle pet before it slowly started to descend. 

You gasped sharply as his touch slid between your thighs, as he cupped your cunt through your jeans and panties as his teeth caught your earlobe and gave a warning nip. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Ari husked. “You won’t fall victim to my usual methods. It would be such a waste, and I have a much better idea for keeping you occupied and out of trouble.”

You could only whimper and squirm as Ari–this man you didn’t even know, who you had only just meant mere moments ago–popped open the button on your jeans and stuffed his big hand down the front of your pants and panties like he had every right to.

His fingers were thick and rough as they teased along your cunt. When his touch glanced off your clit for the first time, you gave a startled cry that had you going rigid in Ari’s lap.

“Oh, I liked that sound, sweetheart, give me another.”

His touch grew more intentional then–more wicked. It seemed like it took him no time at all, and barely any effort, to have you creaming all over his fingers and begging him to make you cum. 

Because it had been so long since you had been touched like this–especially by someone who knew what they were doing, who was so confident and scary in a way that made your body tingle. 

You could feel the rock hard length of Ari press along the small of your back, and you could only imagine the way he ached, but still, he kept all of his focus and intent on you.

“God, look at you, honey, you’re like putty in my hands, so needy and desperate for it, huh?” 

You whined at the deep baritone of Ari’s voice, at his seductive words, at that delightful pull pulsing deep within you, feeling like a live wire as pleasure and the cusp of ecstasy danced all along your body from head to toe. 

You arched your back in desperation, shameless now as you rutted against Ari’s touch, moaning loudly and without reserve as he shoved two thick fingers deep inside your cunt and began to rub along your sensitive walls.

Sounds that could only be described as primal and desperate began to fall from your lips as you curled your fingers into Ari’s thick thighs beneath you, inching closer and closer to the height of your pleasure. 

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Ari rumbled against the curve of your jaw.

“Yes!”

“You gonna be good for me?” he asked. “You gonna promise to keep that cute little nose where it belongs and out of our business?”

“Uh huh,” you replied without hesitance, not really comprehending Ari’s words but also willing to agree to anything in this moment if it meant getting what you wanted–being able to cum, to completely unravel in the best way. 

His fingers went at you harder, making you keen and bow against him. Just before you fully ascended, only a swipe or two of Ari’s thumb against your clit away from falling apart entirely–from surrendering to the type of toe-curling pleasure you knew you’d remember for days–Ari stopped. 

“Nooo!” you whined as his fingers suddenly retreated from you entirely, leaving your poor body taut and woefully, horrifically unsatisfied. 

“Only good girls get to cum, and you gotta earn that privilege, trouble,” Ari husked against your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your warm cheek before he shifted you off of his lap then poured himself to his feet. 

You gaped up at him in utter shock–in visceral betrayal–as Ari adjusted the bulge at the front of his jeans before shooting you a smirk and wink combo. 

And then you could only stare after him as he turned and sauntered out the back door of your business, leaving you dazed, angry, and mourning the loss of what you knew would have been an incredible orgasm.

“Asshole,” you muttered under your breath, glowering at the memory. 

And yet–you hadn’t stuck your nose where it didn’t belong since. 

You weren’t sure if it was from fear and self-preservation, or if maybe you were hiding and didn’t want to draw any more unwanted attention your way. 

Maybe you had learned the lesson Ari and his boss had wanted to teach you. 

You crumpled today’s high tea menu in your hand at the very thought–being schooled, by anyone, let alone a couple of criminals. Then you frowned as you quickly tried to straighten out the wrinkles in the beige paper. The color of it, and the font printed on it, were a play on a book, since that was kind of your schtick.

Books & Brews. 

Aka your baby. Your dream business that spawned from a combination of two of your passions–tea and books. 

It was such a niche and novelty sort of business, that you hadn’t been able to secure any investors when you were first starting out. No one had believed in you and your dream except you, which honestly only made it all the sweeter now that it was such a success. 

All it had taken was a couple of online influencers having high tea in your cute little shop, and raving about the food, tea, and book selection, and you had pretty much gone viral overnight. 

And never looked back. 

That was why you were so mad about the utter bullshit that had moved in next door. 

This was a nice neighborhood. Safe. Family friendly. You had repeat customers that you loved. You hosted kids’ birthday parties, bridal showers, all types of milestone events. 

If word got out that the fucking mob had moved in next door, you knew it would pretty much be a death sentence for Books & Brews. 

“Ugh!” You tried to shake that thought–and all the thoughts like it–from your mind. Because then you would get mad. And start to spiral. You would get stupid protective over your business and all of your self-preservation would go out the window. 

And now you knew what happened when that was the case. 

So! Screw organized criminals and their unwanted neighbor status. 

You had a successful dream business to run.

Speaking of… the little bell over the front door cheerfully jingled the arrival of new guests, and you straightened from leaning against the checkout counter, a smile already curling your lips. 

But it instantly fell as you watched two figures step inside your shop. Although one was a total stranger to you, the other was familiar as hell–because it was Ari.

You hated that your first thought upon seeing him was that he was so ridiculously hot. So big and beefy. His worn denim button up shirt bulged with his muscles, his dark, wiry chest hair sticking out the top where quite a few buttons were undone. He was wearing another pair of those criminally tight jeans and–

Stop staring, you internally screamed at yourself when you caught sight of Ari’s arrogant smirk. 

Because he had totally caught you ogling. 

You made a face at him before rounding the counter, puffing up a little as your narrowed gaze shifted from him to the man beside him. 

He wasn’t as tall or thick as Ari, but he was no slouch either in his obviously expensive suit and equally handsome features. He had fair skin, dark floofy hair that was perfectly styled, and a thick beard that was just as neatly trimmed. His eyes were an electric blue, and although they glittered with amusement as they met your fiery gaze, there was something about them that was too hard to be genuine. 

Despite the charming smile spreading across his lips, there was an air of ruthlessness to him that you could see from a mile away. 

And you knew that this man, he was the boss. Of Ari. Of the new “business” next door. Of an entire mob empire you wanted nothing to do with. 

You also knew that he–and Ari–were ones not to be messed with, but they had your hackles rising so quickly, that it was like all logic evaporated from your brain as you marched right up to them, crossed your arms over your chest, and stared Ari’s boss down without care. 

“You’re not welcome here,” you said firmly, giving yourself a mental high five at how confident you sounded. 

The stranger’s eyes only twinkled more, a quiet chuckle spilling from his lips as he ignored your statement entirely and introduced himself. “Andy Barber,” he didn’t try to shake your hand, instead looking away from you as his gaze drifted around your small shop, which was a little quiet at the moment.  

“What a… charming little place you have here,” he observed, and you knew just from his tone and delivery that he didn’t mean it as a compliment. 

He meant for it to be condescending–to insult you and your business and put you in your place–but it had quite the opposite effect. Instead, it had you firing off your sassy response before you could think better of it–or realize just how closely Ari was watching you, awaiting your reaction like a teacher surveying their student’s progress. 

“Certainly more charming than illegal activity and shady business associates,” you smiled beatifically, meeting Andy’s suddenly steely gaze without flinching. “But what’s a little murder and mayhem, as long as you don’t get caught, right?”

“Careful, neighbor,” Andy tutted, but his lips were curled in amusement, his eyes flickering with a hint of respect as he watched you. 

For some reason, you got the sense that Andy wasn’t used to people mouthing off to him, that it was a rare novelty in fact, and he was actually enjoying it as you death stared him and tried to turn him away from your doorstep. 

Him. 

“We’ll stay for lunch,” he decided instead, stepping past you and picking the empty table of his choice without waiting for your response. 

“You need a reservation,” you huffed, spinning on your heel and storming after him. 

And, okay, while you did appreciate reservations, especially for larger parties, you never actually turned anyone away. 

But today, for him—for both of them—it was an exception that you were willing to make. 

“As luck would have it,” Andy hummed, reaching into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. “I have my reservation right here.” He pulled out his wallet, flipping it open and plucking out a few crisp hundred dollar bills before tossing them on the edge of the table in front of you. 

Which only made you seethe more. 

“I don’t want your blood money,” you whisper!hissed, aware of the two small parties across the room, enjoying their high tea service. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Andy smirked at the way your nose wrinkled at the pet name. “I left my blood money wallet at home today. That’s legit and legal revenue.” 

Clenching your hands into fists at your sides, you were just about to tell Andy where he could shove his legal revenue when you suddenly felt a searing heat at your back. 

“Be nice, trouble,” Ari murmured against your ear, his big hands falling to your hips and giving a warning squeeze that had you gasping and your body instantly lighting up at his touch. “Or else.” 

You spun around, smacking his hands away from you before trying to shove him out of your space. “I am at work! Maybe that aspect of your life isn’t important to you, but to me, it means everything, and I don’t need you pawing me in public, asshole.”

Andy’s bark of laughter surprised both you and Ari, and it also gave you a reason to look away from the scary displeased look Ari was aiming your way. 

“And here I thought she’d be cowed and welcoming after your visit the other night,” Andy smirked, plucking one of the fancy linen napkins from the table and arranging it over his lap. “Seems like you have some more work to do, Levinson.”

“Seems like.” Ari gritted, giving you a look so dark it had a chill racing up your spine as he shifted past you and sat in the seat across from Andy. 

For a moment, you were frozen, both from their combined audacity, and that look Ari had given you–a look that conveyed you were in deep shit and had your stomach sinking with regret. 

Which is why you could only stare at them dumbly for a beat–these two big, scary mobsters who were sitting in the middle of your cute, cozy tea shop bookstore, looking so painfully out of place that it was almost funny. 

Almost. 

Thankfully, the thick tension in the air was alleviated as one of your servers who tended to this section bounded over, looking excited to have a table to wait on. You forced a smile to mirror her own, stiffly nodding as she asked if these gentlemen were ready to be served. 

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” you muttered, ignoring the watchful stares of Andy and Ari as you turned on your heel, intending to stalk away. 

And maybe hide in your office until they were blessedly gone.

But the sound of Ari’s gravelly voice gave you pause, his words making your insides somehow wilt and flutter at the same time as he promised,  “See you soon, trouble.”

Feeling your mouth go dry, you didn’t respond, didn’t even look at him, but you did low key hate yourself as you all but scurried away. 

Desperate to be away from Ari and his boss, you cleared the main floor in record time before ducking down the back hallway. Once you were in your office, with the door shut tight behind you–and locked for good measure–you felt only the tiniest bit of relief. 

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you sank back against the door, trying to get your rapid heart rate under control. As you felt anxiety–and something else, something that felt very much like anticipation–buzz along every inch of your body, you purposefully kept your gaze away from the small, worn sofa where all of this had started. 

And you tried like hell to shove down all the sinful, shameful memories of Ari that just the mere thought of it conjured in your frazzled mind.  

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It's a rather cool august night; the low hum of the city is really the only thing you hear; your bed feels insanely big without Steve sleeping up against you. Since you're still newer, you're not allowed on any hydra related missions. Unfortunately, your secret mentor boyfriend doesn't have an excuse to stay back with you.

so you get some alone time in the tower and because of Steve basically sleeping in your bed every night for the last month it feels weird without him here you had gotten pretty used to him showering you in affection whenever he could.

You had spent the day like it was a self-care day, you did a bit of everything you love to do since it's been on the back burner since becoming an avenger you ended it with a nice warm bath.

Now lying on your back staring at the ceiling unable to sleep because you've grown accustomed to Steve's warm arms around you…

warm strong arms

“Fucking hell..”

Now you're thinking about Steve's strong biceps, how it feels to lay your head on one or how his big hands feel on your waist which is always too innocent for the thoughts it brings forth. 

Or how his thick fingers feel inside you during mission briefings and you have to pretend that nothing is happening under the table with your mentor leaning close Steve looking unfairly relaxed for a man with his fingers in your cunt while talking the team through a mission plan.

You roll over to try and dull the fire starting to pulse between your thighs, you take a deep breath to try and clear your head but you smell Steve on the pillow he usually uses.

fresh and woody with a hint of his after shave….

you groan in frustration because now you're worked up. you sigh and slip your fingers into your panties your fingers rubbing small circles around your clit just as you were close to orgasming the door opens quietly you stop immediately sitting up to subtly take your hand out of your panties to see Steve walking in.

"Hey sorry I didn't mean to wake you we just got done with the mission early I figured I'd just slip into bed with you"

His voice is soft like he thought he woke you up.

"o-oh no don't worry I was up already um… the mission went well I take it?"

He nods as he closes the door and slips off his shoes. It's not helping your problem since he is wearing his normal sleep clothes, a loose black shirt and sweatpants as he crawled into bed next to you.

 He wrapped an arm around your waist dragging you back to laying down so he could hold you from behind like normal. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled deeply, finally relaxing now that he was back holding you. You felt his nose trail the side of your neck slowly as he breathed you in again which isn't something he normally does like this. It felt more intimate than normal…

"Sweetheart, what were you doing before I walked in?"

His voice was rough like he already knew the answer which you realize with your heart now racing that he probably did with his heightened senses he could smell your arousal which definitely only got worse with him asking.

"I was just laying here trying to sleep" you lie badly a gasp slips from your lips as he lightly kisses just below your ear.

"You want to try that again baby girl?" His voice sends heat directly to your core.

"I was just laying here..." you mumble shyly.

“Is that so? If I slip my fingers between your plush thighs, am I gonna find you wet?~” He presses another kiss to your neck, holding you just a little tighter.

“Please” you whisper softly, pushing back up against him as his hands roamed your sides.

“That's my good girl~ you missed daddy so much today didn't you?” 

His voice is deeper as he leaves small bites on your neck and shoulder. You nod already puddy for him, he takes your chin and turns you back to face him.

“Use your words baby girl” he then cruelly starts kissing down your jaw and sucking a mark right where your head meets your neck.

“Y-yes daddy- i missed you so much.” you force the words out before you lose focus on words entirely. 

“That's my good girl, you want me to play with this pretty pussy?~" Steve nipped at your ear causing you to gasp. His voice like husky as he trailed kisses down your neck one of his big hands roams down your side and then over your stomach.

“Y-yes please daddy please i need you” you whisper breathless especially when he groans in response.

“God princess your so good for daddy so needy for me~ dont worry baby girl daddys gonna make you feel real good~” 

Steve kisses down your throat as his hands pull your shirt off, he leaves openmouthed kisses down your collarbone taking his time with you. He unclasped your bra tossing it out of the way he sucks hickeys all over your chest until you're truly needy and whimpering softly from his teasing worshiping touch.

“God baby your tits get me so hard every time~” He nips at the top of your breast making you gasp he soothes it trailing his tongue over where he bit as his thumb plays with your nipple on your other breast until it's a hard peek, he takes your other nipple into his mouth sucking gently letting his teeth graze pulling a gasp from you which he soothes with his lips pressing against yours again. he runs his hands down your sides down to the outsides of your thighs he spreads them and settles between them grinding the bulge in his sweatpants down right over your clothed core, the friction sending heat straight through your nerves.

“Steve!” you moan loudly steve smacks your clothed clit once making you yelp softly.

“You know better baby girl” he groaned against your neck as he started grinding again his hands running up and down your thighs.

“S-sorry daddy” you whisper breathless as he kisses back up your neck.

“I know you are baby your brain is already so cock drunk and I haven't even really touched you yet~” the smugness in Steve's voice mixes with the arousal as he sits back and pulls your panties down your legs torturously slow throwing your panties aside he presses soft kisses to each knee teasingly as he runs his hands up your thighs spreading them again kissing slowly up your thighs.

“Daddy you're being mean” you huff out folding your arms over your chest your voice comes out more desperate and high pitched than you'd like.

“Oh, am I now?” The tone of voice he uses sends shivers down your spine. It's got a small edge to it that he doesn't usually use. “You can't let daddy have some fun can you? Fine baby you asked for it” He moves back ripping his shirt off he shoves his pants down along with his boxers before you can say anything he's sitting back down with his back to your headboard. 

“You want to be daddy's desperate slut get on my cock and take what you want” you hesitate because usually he's so gentle and soft with you this dominant version of him almost mean it's so different it completely throws you off.

“But daddy-” your whispered words turn to a gasp as Steve manhandles you so that you're straddling his lap, his cock already hard brushes against your thigh. Your hands land on his shoulders to keep balance as you stare wide eyed at him.

“Come on sweet girl ride my cock like the desperate cock slut i know you are” he grips your chin and smashes his lips on yours. You moan against the kiss you know his words should piss you off but there's something about the normally so sweet man calling you a cock slut that just feeds the fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

Emboldened by this side of him and wanting to see how far you can push him into this new side, you sink down slowly on his cock you weren't taking his cock like he told you to. Deciding you didn't want to be his sweet girl right now.

“Baby girl don’t make daddy punish you” he warns sharply his hand sliding down to your neck not squeezing just holding. You roll your hips teasingly just once holding eye contact defiantly.

“You wont punish me your too gentle for that” his face darkens at your words and the bratty tone you used was the final straw he lifts you off his cock tossing you on the bed next to him your body bouncing one the bed at the force your complaints died on your tongue when he flipped you on to your stomach pulling your hips up so your on all fours.

“S-steve-” a loud smack sounds through the room as his hand collided with your ass hard enough that you lost balance. The sting was sharp, though it was clear he was holding back even now he wouldn't actually hurt you.

“Count the spankings like the good girl I know you to be” He commands as he gives another throbbing slap to your ass.

“T-two daddy” you gasped out as you clench around nothing as he delivers another slap to your ass.

“T-three daddy!” you whimper out as he runs his hands over your now sore asscheeks.

“Good girl, now you're gonna lay here and take your punishment without complaints.” he leans over you kissing along your spine.

“Y-yes daddy” you breathed out softly, this side of Steve you've never seen is so exhilarating you feel you'd probably say yes to anything he says.

Steve doesn't respond verbally he just pulls your hips up so you back on all fours and slams his cock into you harshly you let out a loud trembling moan instantly clenching around his cock as he sets a punishing pace.

“St- daddy!- Oh god-” you moan out so loudly your almost screaming words blurring as Steve groans lowly as he continues driving his throbbing cock into your fluttering entrance.

“Oh you like me being rough dont you baby girl- god your pussy’s gripping my cock so fucking hard” he groans pressing a hand between your shoulders and shoving your face into the mattress you whimper as every hammering of his cock into you slaps his balls against your clit.

“Daddy don’t- too much! Too deep oh fuck!-” your legs shake from the force of his thrusts and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body lighting every nerve on fire while simultaneously making your brain mush. 

“You can take it baby! fuck be a good girl for daddy cum on my cock” He pants kissing up your spine, He presses over you his weight smushing you against the mattress as one of his hands runs under your stomach he presses his forehead to the back of your neck your voice is gone all that's left is broken moans and scratchy sounds as he angles his thrusts hitting that spot inside you that makes you shatter, your vision whites out as blind hot waves of pleasure shatter through your body with a scratchy cry you clench so hard around his cock that he actually chokes out a whimper as he fills you up.

After a few minutes he pulls out slowly gently rolling you over as his cum gushes out ruining the sheets.

“You did so good for me” He whispers, already back to your sweet loving boyfriend pressing a kiss to your forehead as he stands walking to the bathroom the sound of water filling the bath tub sounds through the room.

Steve walks back into the room smiling at you awe-stricken your lips twitch up a small tired fucked out smile. He kisses your fore head again, grabbing a water bottle, after he helps you drink some water he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom he sets you in the warm bath then he settles behind you.

Aftercare is always like this with Steve no matter how tired he is he never skips aftercare he washes the sweat and cum from your body pressing kisses to your neck he washes your hair for you while you're half asleep leaning fully back against him.

After you clean he drys you off with a fluffy towel he helps you into one of his shirts. Then he has you sit on your gaming chair as he changes the sheets quickly because he knows you're tired he helps you into bed and only then does he pull on boxers and lay down next to you holding you close.

“How are you feeling baby?” he mumbles pressing a kiss to your head one hand running through your wet hair.

“Mm tired but satisfied” your voice was still scratchy but coming back slowly.

“Was there anything I did that you feel unsure of doing again?” classic sweet loving steve making sure you feel okay with everything he did. 

“Mhm maybe next time you can fuck me that hard in mating press” you smile against his chest as he chuckles.

“Yeah I can definitely do that for you. I love you sweetheart.” he whispers, kissing the top of your head again.

“I love you too handsome” you press a kiss against his chest as you both fall asleep.

When the first Category-5 kaiju appears, Maverick begins plotting a larger-scale counterattack. The plan is to close the breach. This tunnel that has been feeding the Earth monsters – kaijus – whose only goal is to destroy the planet.

It is then that Miramar makes its return. The Jaeger has been idle for years, retired alongside you. There are very few of these mechas left and, with the dire need, he knows it's time to bring the machine back into action. No one else has piloted it and you've spent all this time nurturing it back to its original state and more in the hopes that she would be put back into commission.

However, Maverick still puts his foot down. There are other pilots who can drive her. It doesn't have to be you.

"I've been in her, Pete. Don't fuck with me. I'm the only one who's familiar with her."

"Over my dead fucking body. Stand down. I'm bringing in pilots from the Navy that I've personally trained."

"You do realize a Jaeger isn't the same thing as a fucking F-35? It's not all buttons and driving. It relies on the Drift, the chemistry."

"We'll find two pilots who have that. I'm not going to repeat myself. Stand down."

So you suck it up and keep your mouth shut. When the pilots arrive, you're part of the welcoming committee. All of them are confident and cocky, all good traits to have in a pilot maneuvering a giant hunk of metal. However, there are limits to that. When you're supposed to be working together in a two-thousand-ton machine, you've got to cut your ego at the door.

The worst one of them all – Jake "Hangman" Seresin.

He brags about the planes he's taken down, the number of kills he has under his belt. You can only roll your eyes when you hear him drone on about these things.

"Have you ever been in a Jaeger?" Bob, one of the other pilots, turns to you.

Bradley, who pilots Falcon with Natasha, chimes in for you. "She piloted one for a while."

It's not a secret, but it's not something you advertise. It's not as if you're an active pilot anymore.

"Why'd you stop?" It's Jake who asks this.

Silence falls on them this time. It seems that he's the only one who didn't get the memo.

You lick your lips. "Maverick grounded me," you simply say. He doesn't need more detail than that.

Perhaps it's something in your voice, but he seems to resist asking another question. Instead, he just nods and turns back to his meal.

The initial runs had quickly identified Jake to be the far superior candidate. The only task now is to find him a co-pilot who can match his skill and ego.

That is the true impossible feat.

Hand-to-hand combat proves again that Jake is the strongest here. He has the coordination and moves suitable for the Jaeger. But no one else can come close to him. You hand-selected these people, and yet all of them have had disappointing results.

"What is it?" Jake's voice slices through your thoughts. You look up to find everyone looking at you.

Your eyes narrow at him. "What is what?"

"You make a little annoyed face whenever I take one candidate down. Do you not like them? You picked them."

You roll your eyes. "It's not them. It's you. You're holding back for some reason. You could've taken down the last one in three fewer moves and the one before that even faster."

"It's not my fault you picked people who can't keep up with me."

The ego on this guy.

"Maybe you're the problem. It's not always about taking people down. It's a dialogue, a dance. You will be partnering with these people, not constantly fighting them."

"Yeah? Then why don't you give it a shot?"

Pete is quick to interject. "No, she's not a candidate. Let's not waste our time."

"Why not?" Jake pushes.

He's treading on thin ice. Before Pete can deny him again, you speak low to him. "Let me just have a shot at him. At least he'll shut up once he knows we won't work. It'll be a plus when I put him in his place."

Pete doesn't look pleased, but he takes your tablet from you and nods towards the mat.

You pick up the baton and face him. Jake is good, but you're better. You've been keeping up with your training, thanks to the help of Natasha and Bradley. There's a sharpness in his gaze. He's calculating you, predicting your next move.

Jake makes the first move, and within seconds, his baton hovers over your forehead. "One-zero."

You clench your jaw. He takes another swing at you, which you duck and you swerve around him to get him from the back, your own stick tapping his head. "One-one."

There is an elegance to the way he moves. Swift but powerful. Every stride, every stroke is intentional. The next point comes a little later, with him managing to score another point with his baton against your neck.

Adrenaline spikes inside you. A fire lit. You're faster this time, shifting away just enough to swipe your leg and knock him down. With you above him and your weapon steady against his throat, you smirk.

The tango continues. Everyone ceases to exist. All you focus on is the way Jake moves. You learn to predict it, testing your hypothesis with your own attacks. You circle each other like vultures. Electricity crackles in the air.

One point after another. You don't stop at four. The two of you are equals. When he beats you, you catch up to him and surpass him. It's only when you feel your muscles begin to ache and Jake feels the sweat rolling down his face that you stop.

You realize where you are. You realize that everyone is staring.

Pete won't be happy.

But you can't bring yourself to care when you look at Jake and he's already staring back at you.

This connection between you. It's cosmic. It's exactly what the Drift needs. There's no denying it, and you know it. He knows it.

Your breath hitches in your chest when you see the look in his eyes. You straighten, ignoring the slight tremble in your fingers.

This is what you've missed. All those years, you thought you could bury this desire, but it takes Jake less than ten minutes to remind you that this is what you're meant to do.

But when you turn to Pete, he already has his mouth in a tight, disapproving line. Your heart sinks.

"That's enough for the day. Hangman, you'll know your co-pilot in the neural test two days from now. You're all dismissed."

Protests are already spilling from Jake's lips, but they fall on deaf ears. Pete is as stubborn as you are, even more so when it comes to you.

"You're not going to let him do this, are you? You see it. We're Drift compatible. You know Miramar better than anyone and we work. It would be insane to not send you out into the field."

Even if you're aware of it, there's no changing Pete's mind. So you quash that fire inside of you. "There is probably someone else who works just as well."

He's chasing you down the hall to your quarters, long legs catching up to you easily. "You're fucking kidding me. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel it too."

You don't. You can't. "Pete runs the program. What he says goes."

Jake scoffs, "The military is dead. This isn't it, you don't always have to listen to him."

"Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want to pilot one again? That maybe I'm done with that part of my life."

"I've considered it, I don't fucking believe it. I've seen what you're like out there, what this Jaeger means to you."

"You don't know what it's like — to feel your soul ripped out from your body. We were connected, Jake. We were one. When she died, she took me with her. There's no coming back from that."

"So is that it then? You're going to give up? What we have, this is real. We can power this thing. We can end all this."

"I'm not giving up. I'm fighting the only way I can."

Jake laughs bitterly. "This isn't you fighting. This is you running away."

He doesn't understand it. He's never been in one, fighting a real battle against these monsters from another world. Shooting down opposing planes, taking down people, is one thing. But what do you do when you're facing an enemy without a soul?

And Pete — no matter how much you loathed your brother for grounding you, he lost someone too. The two of you lost a large part of you that day. Olivia was the one light in your family. Losing your parents at an early age wasn't easy. It was even tougher for Pete who had to take on the parental role and raise you both.

He lost a sister he raised that day. You owe everything to him.

So you swallow your pride and step inside your room. "Have a good night, Hangman."

When a Category-4 Kaiju makes an appearance just off the coast of Hawaii the next day, Bradley and Natasha are quick to act on it. Falcon and Ironheart are shipped out to launch a coordinated attack. The days between Kaiju attacks are shortening and you're on edge. You always are when your friends are out there in the field.

These monsters are only getting stronger. For hours, all of you are gathered in the control room watching it through the Jaegers' eyes. You hold your breath for what feels like an eternity. When Ironheart goes down, your heart falters.

You've worked closely with Yiannis and Nico. They were good people. It's a loss that will be felt across the base for weeks.

When Falcon finally takes the monster down, it is at the cost of its arm. The base erupts into cheers, but you know that joy is short-lived. The next attack is just around the corner. You instruct the team to begin constructing another one immediately. It'll take a good number of days, so you're hoping the remaining Jaegers will be enough.

However, there is a shift in the air. It's subtle but, after being here for so long, you've learned to notice the differences. It's a sense of worry that floods the station. You haven't lost anyone in a while. With Ironheart out of service, that puts you a whole Jaeger down. A plane can be easily replaced, a Jaeger program that's been practically defunded for years makes it tricky.

It's clear to everyone — no one can risk losing another Jaeger. It means they need the best of the best, the strongest connections to power these beasts.

So it comes as no surprise to you when Pete approaches you as you're working on repairing Falcon. There's a silent dismissal as everyone leaves the room, just for the two of you.

"I can't lose you."

"You won't."

"You can't possibly promise me that."

"I can and I will. We need this, Pete. I'm the best chance we've got. If you think that it's too risky, pull me out, but what is one life compared to the world?"

Pete smiles but there's pain etched into it. "You're the only life that matters to me."

"Let me do this, Pete."

And Pete's never been that good at saying no to you.

When Jake enters the Jaeger, he's already in a relatively sour mood. He hasn't spoken to you since the last conversation but he knows this test will be useless and they're all going to eventually become Kaiju dinner.

"Someone slept on the wrong side of the bed last night."

His head jerks up so fast he nearly gets whiplash. A grin stretches across his lips. "Only because you weren't there, sweetheart."

Despite his attempt to put you at ease, this is the first time you've been back in a Jaeger in years. Properly back. The familiarity is there, like greeting an old friend.

"Hey," Jake catches your attention as you hold onto the helmet. "You look good."

A laugh of disbelief escapes you. Only this guy would attempt to flirt at a time like this.

"Any advice for a rookie?"

"Don't chase the RABIT."

It's advice for yourself as well. You know what happened in this ship, you need to let it go. Pete is in your ear then.

"Good luck, Miramar."

There is an intimacy to being in the Drift. All your memories are open for your counterpart to see. You become one being. It's why most people choose to co-pilot with a loved one. A father, a friend, a partner.

A sister.

The images come in a rush. Your childhood home. You, Pete, Olivia in the kitchen with your parents. Then the news about the car accident. Then your high school graduation and then your enlistment. The first Kaiju attack. Pete serving as one of the first pilots for the Jaeger program. You and Olivia training. The neural connection.

And here comes the harsh part — that last battle. Olivia's cries. The feeling of her being ripped out of the machine. Your last struggle through your tears to kill the monster. Then you pushing through and dragging the Jaeger to shore.

Jake can see all of this. It's private. It's feeling everything you did in that moment.

But the same goes for him. You see a farm and a family. The warm Texas weather. Him kissing his mother goodbye when he left for his first deployment. Then there are bits of Pete when he chooses Bradley over him for a special detachment. Pictures of him constantly in the air. The losses he has taken, the cold walls he has put up.

When the link is established, you feel relieved. Callie is letting you know that there is alignment and to test out the movements.

The hard part is over. The synchrony comes quick. Every step, every jab. The test is a success.

You knew that there would be a connection, you just didn't think it would be so easy.

It's easier to engage Jake now that you're familiar with his memories. The fight that he has put up in the Navy. The fight that he has with himself.

"I never liked flying with a WSO. Or anyone else for that matter. I fly solo. I'm responsible for myself and the success of the mission."

"You do realize the Jaeger is the complete opposite of that."

"I do." He's quiet. "But I never realized it's about finding the right partner, and I think I might just have."

You hide your smile.

You tell him about your sister, what it was like being in that moment. He saw it in the Drift, but it feels more personal to hear you say the words out loud.

"I'm terrified that something like that will happen again. That I'll be responsible for it."

"There's always risk in going out there and doing the right thing. All of us knew that coming in. I trust you. We're going to be good."

The first double event happens in Tokyo. It takes out yet another Jaeger. Nobody has time to mourn when they have to quickly deploy another. With Kaijus evolving, their power had completely shut off their electrical grid and communications. Falcon was there but unmoving.

Bradley and Natasha are sitting ducks. You can't just wait around.

"Miramar is analog. Nuclear. We could go."

There's hesitancy in Pete's eyes, but he always knew this day would come. "Let's get Miramar there."

The battle is long and arduous. These Kaijus don't put up an easy fight, but having Jake by your side is easier. He moves with that swift elegance, one that you can match and understand. Every strike is impactful.

Tokyo wasn't prepared for this attack. From your vantage point, the people running around are like ants beneath the giant metallic feet. Collateral damage is a concept you've grown familiar with since you started piloting a Jaeger.

The Kaiju climbs skyscrapers and Miramar follows suit. Buildings are torn down into rubble in a matter of seconds as each gigantic beast is thrown against them. Cranes are used as swords and cars as bullets.

Miramar takes even more damage than Falcon. A city is destroyed in the process, but two go down that night. You can hear victorious cheers come through the intercom and from the people below.

It will take weeks to repair Miramar, but you're too busy riding on the high of a successful mission. It's been a while. There's a newfound sense of confidence. A reminder that this was always meant to be your purpose.

Jake doesn't miss it and smiles to himself.

When you look over at him, at the look of awe in his eyes, your heart stutters in your chest. Never did you think you would be back piloting a Jaeger. Never did you think you would find someone who's Drift compatible with you again.

Yet, here he is in the flesh.

When the fateful day comes to address this breach, you know that you'll both be ready for it.

You’re waiting in your father’s office when you get a glimpse of Nick breezing past through the door left ajar. Your father had left you to do a quick mission brief with a few of his employees, but it’s clearly running long since you’ve been left to your own devices for more than his stated time.

“Nick!”

Nick’s footsteps halt, body turning to zero in on you. You give him a sheepish wave, heat flooding your cheeks at the sight of him. 

His face is bruised and battered, dried blood still clinging to the gashes on his cheek. His shirt is rumpled, sleeves rolled up haphazardly where you can see the scars along his forearm. His blue eyes are sharp on you. 

Then he moves. Fast.

One second you’re out in the hall and the next you’re on your father’s desk, the door locked behind you as Nick covers your mouth with his. You taste the iron and mint on his tongue. He completely devours you, licking into your mouth as his hands explore your body with a moan.

“Fuck, missed you, sweet girl.”

Your pussy clenches around his words as he coaxes a whimper from your throat, as his lips drag along the column of your neck. He bites down on your flesh, hard enough to bruise, as his deft fingers begin to unbutton your blouse, revealing more of your smooth skin to him. 

“Nick, stop, let me help you first.”

He chuckles, patronizingly amused as he regards you with that keen gaze. “You know how you can help me? If you spread those pretty legs of yours for me.”

Your heart slams against your ribs. It should prompt you to slap him across the face, tell him to never disrespect you like that ever again. However, you’re a glutton for punishment and Nick seems to enjoy delivering it. 

Your legs fall apart on instinct, an obedient response to his command. Trained. Your father taught you to be good, to listen to those older than you — and he respects Nick like a brother.

Naturally, you do too.

“Nick, please, you’re hurt—”

“I mean it, sweetheart,” he pulls back and his gaze is neither kind nor understanding. It’s stern, scolding you like a child. “This is all you’re going to get from me. I don’t want your help, don’t want your pity.”

“But you’re—”

“What I need is your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he mutters, diving back in to lave at the dip in the base of your neck. His calloused hands pull your tits free, groping them with the kind of hunger you’ve only seen when he’s just returned from a particularly tough assignment. “I want these tits on my cock but let’s save that for another day. I just need that wet cunt on me now.”

You don’t have room to argue, not when Nick bunches your skirt up to your waist, his fingers finding your core. He rubs at your damp panties first, your soul singing to the high heavens with how well he knows your body. The exact places, the exact pace. 

“Pretty little cunt you’ve got, you keep her warm for me?” He smiles, baring his teeth. 

Swallowing, you can only nod.

“You let other boys touch you?”

“N-no,” you shake your head. Not a chance. Once you’ve had a taste of your father’s best friend, you can’t imagine anyone else. Your body is attuned to his touch, responding only to the grazing of his fingertips along your skin. No other boy — or man — have been able to make you feel the same. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs softly, gently pressing his lips against yours. 

Your chest flutters with the kind of affection that you know will never be reciprocated. Regardless of how sweet he can be with you, Nick will never love you. Not in the way he loves his ambition. 

He doesn’t even bother removing your panties. Instead, his fingers pry your legs open further for him to slot in between them as he unzips his pants to free his cock. He tugs the gusset of your panties to the side, exposing your slick folds to him. Your cunt pulses with need at the sight of him, hungry to be filled. 

“Your dad really doesn’t know what a whore his daughter is, spreading your legs for me any chance you get,” he chuckles low to himself. He’s got a hand wrapped around his cock and he maneuvers it to your entrance, tip sliding along your wet lips and nudging your clit. “He might be my boss but I’m feeding his pretty little girl my cock, this greedy pussy just wants older cock, doesn’t she?”

A moan drags out of your chest at his words as your hands clamp down on his shoulders. Nick grabs you by the ass and pulls you further forward as he pushes himself inside of you in one swift thrust. You’re immediately engulfing him, pussy shaping around his cock like it’s made for him. There’s a burn that feels familiar but still wholly intoxicating. 

He doesn’t waste a beat, fucking you hard and fast. He’s rough on you, fingers digging into your hips and the swell of your ass in a way that you know you’ll feel the ghost of his grasp for days. His mouth pants hot breaths against your lips, your neck, as he continues grunting what a sweet little cunt you have and how you’re such an obedient slut. 

Your chest aches with the throbbing between your legs, the stretch of your pussy around his cock, but it also stings from the knowledge that this is all you’ll ever get. You’ll always only be a tool for him, a plaything, some sort of reparation for being your father’s underling. 

“You’ve got such a perfect cunt, sweet girl. Dripping all over my cock, soaking me. Look at you squirting all over your dad’s desk. Gotta cum fast, gotta clean up before he gets back. You don’t want him seeing you like this, do you? Cunt spread around a man twice your age.”

“N-Nick, please,” you whine. You don’t even know what you’re begging for. Some form of mercy on your physical and emotional self? Unlikely. 

Every thrust is a promise that this is the last time.

Every thrust is a promise that he will continue to break it. 

Every thrust is a promise that this will be nothing more than this. 

And you just take it because you’ll take anything you can get from him. 

When he finally reaches his climax, body tensing and shuddering as he groans into your neck, cum pouring warmth into your insides, you don’t say a word. The taste of your tears is familiar company on your tongue. 

He thinks it’s from the intensity of your orgasm.

You know it’s tears mourning a love you’ll never have. 

When all is said and done, Nick tucks himself back in, presses a kiss to your forehead, and leaves you in the mess of papers with cum leaking down your legs — and you’re alone again. 

Because Nick Fowler doesn’t love. At least not with you.

request: now, i must admit im a fin of your darker fics, so i want my meal to have as a main ingredient a very dirty Nick Fowler with a Dad's Best Friend side if possible 🤸‍♀️🙂‍↔️ If we could add as a seasoning a lot of smut, and plenty of angst, would be great! 

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