Shameless Hoe HQ

The things you do for your sister. Always have. If it wasn’t tutoring her so she would pass her test and stay cheer team eligible, it was making sure she came home after each and every frat party or budgeting the pennies of your paychecks so she would have more to eat than protein shakes. And now this. Sitting in front of a powerful man, and negotiating.

“They aren’t yours. Kay didn’t send them to you,” you say, again, doing your best to keep your tone even. Though your patience is quickly fraying into desperation.

The man chuckles. His brows jumping in amusement.

“She sent them to dipshit. I was lucky enough to get them from him.” He shrugs. “If she didn’t want them leaking, she really should have shared them with someone she trusts.”

Your teeth clench, muscles aching from the strain of it. “She did trust him,” you growl between your teeth. His brow quirks and you breathe to calm yourself. “Please, it would ruin her career. You have to delete them.”

He clicks his teeth, fingers running over the bristles of his mustache. “But what do I get out of it?” he asks. “See with them, my hand and I have been having quite a good time. If I delete them, what’s gonna help me take care of my cock?”

A noise squawks from you before you can choke it down. He smirks.

“I—” Your gaze drops to your hands, fisting into the fabric of your pants. “I don’t—”

“Unless you’re volunteering?” He leans forward, elbows supporting his torso. His shirt strains over his biceps. A mischievous gleam in his eye. He tilts his head, face softening in a mocking pity. “I’m not a monster, you know. But you never get nothing for nothing, princess.”

You drop your gaze. A moment taken for introspection. This is too far. It has to be. Always there to bail Kay out. Something’s got to give. Doesn’t it?

“Mr. Hansen,” you start, but he quickly cuts you off with by saying, “You want a contract?”

Your brows raise. And before you even respond, his finger finds a button on his desk.

“Barber, get the fuck in here,” he barks.

“Mr. Hansen, that’s not—”

He shushes you and steeples his fingers on the desk. A minute later, a man walks into the room, a file in hand.

“There’s my guy,” Lloyd crows with a sparkle in his eye. “Tell her how nice it is to be owned by me, sweet cheeks.”

As he passes, you hear the man grumble under his breath. A twitch in his jaw beneath his beard. He sets the file down and turns to leave. Not a comment made one way or another.

“Now, let’s look over this, shall we?”

“I don’t think we need to—”

“You wanna save your sister or not?” Mr. Hansen asks, a hard edge to his voice.

Your lips press together. Answer clear to you both. He pushes the stack of papers toward you.

“Sign,” he instructs, a pen flipping through his fingers.

You swallow and lick your dry lips. Staring at the black and white text. Letters mush together. Even when you can make out a word, the jargon reads incomprehensible. All of it a garble as you try to understand.

“Right there.” His fingers tap the paper right by a line. The one where you’ll sign away your soul—or whatever he’s asking for.

The pen shakes. Your fingers loose as you grip it. It’s the worst signature you’ve ever penned but it’s still legally binding. You know that. It sinks like a stone in your gut.

“Great,” Mr. Hansen crows, hands rubbing together. His smile breaks out under his mustache and fear trips up your spine.

He leans back, legs wide. He smooths the daunting caterpillar above his lips. A smirk prominent beneath.

“Why don’t you stand up and walk that pretty tush over here?”

“What exactly did I agree to?” you ask.

“Whatever the fuck I want,” he replies with a challenging quirk of his brow. “Now, come here.”

Your knees shake as you stand. Nerves buzz beneath your skin. A mounting roar in your ears as you skirt around his solid wood desk and find a place before him. His knees fall wide as he spins in his chair, following your path like a lecherous compass.

He palms himself and hums. “I make the best goddamn deals.”

You make no response. A sick feeling in your stomach, waiting for whatever he intends.

He crooks two of his fingers and points to his desk. “You can spread yourself out right here. Let me see what you’re working with.”

You swallow the bile that rises in your throat. Your limbs lock, but you force yourself. Each stilted step taken with determination of will. A sense of duty to your sister, to take care of her, protect her. He pushes away from the desk. Movement matching yours. His knees a cage around you, keeping you between him and his desk.

You face him. Head spinning, holding your wrist to stop the tremble of your hands. He stares and waits. Glinting mirth sharp as a knife at your throat. You swallow hard.

A finger of his raises in the air, circling. “Turn around,” he prompts.

Heat fills your cheeks. Pure mortification a buzzing cacophony your head. You stiffen further but manage to spin on your heel, facing his desk. Your contract staring back at you and sealing your fate while saving your sister’s.

“Now, bend over,” he purrs. A creaking shift accompanies the command—a sensual lilt to his tone and the clink of a buckle.

But it’s not until a hand presses flat to your back that you can comply. The pressure between your shoulder blades a gentle force to pin you against the wood.

“There you go,” he says. He tugs at the waistband of your pants. “Now, let’s see this pretty pussy.”

Seams pop and the button pings off his desk, but he manages to yank your pants down your legs. Your panties accompanying the humiliating descent. You whimper. The first brush of air has your spine locking. A fight waging as your first reaction is to straighten and hide yourself from his lecherous gaze. It is a monumental feat to restrain yourself.

Mr. Hansen hums behind you, pleased. Your skin crawls. His desk chair creaks. The weight of his stare like a boulder. His hands burning with their touch. One smooths up your twitching thighs. Fingers sweeping across intimate places, pulling at your flesh. A burst of light has your head whipping around.

“Sorry,” he smirks, unrepentant, “forgot to turn off the flash.” He wiggles his phone in his other hand before tucking it away. “Still took a pretty picture, though. I mean, look at you.” His attention refocuses on your pussy—displayed for him even as you shake in humiliation. The barest twinge of anticipation, deep in that untouched part of you, sets your stomach roiling.

“But—”

Your protest is short lived as he interjects, “if you want me to delete what I have of your sister, you’re gonna have to give me something to replace them.” His brow quirks. “It’s in your contract, sweet cheeks.” The conclusive smack to your ass jolts you.

You nod, tears welling on your waterline. You swallow back anything more you could possibly say. Letting it cement and harden in your belly. It’s this and then your sister will be in the clear. You can do this—even if you did sign more of yourself away than you ever wanted to.

His hands smooth over your ass and around your hips. You turn your head away, unwilling to see the gleeful glint in his eyes when he bends and dips his head toward you.

Though that doesn’t stop the startled gasp that escapes when his tongue swipes along the cut of you. A taste that leaves your hips bucking away, your foot lifting and ready to kick.

Not that he would let you. His hands vice-like on your body. Grip wrapped around your ankle in a moment. Hips stilled by an arm.

“Easy, princess,” he warns, a dark and delicious sin as he calms you like he might a wild animal. “We’re just getting started.”

He doesn’t return his mouth to you. Instead, he explores your sex with his fingers. Smoothing them up from your ankle to the center of you. They poke and prod in exploration. Skilled in the way they flick at your clit and coax arousal to coat them.

Heat kicks up your spine, flaming your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your teeth sink into the flesh of your inner cheek as his fingers take their first plunge into you.

You gasp. Legs splaying wider to accommodate the stretch, twinging discomfort for more than one reason. But Mr. Hansen doesn’t give you the time to adjust. He finds his rhythm. Opening you up around his fingers as he makes intrigued noises and watches.

One hand thrusts into you, thumbing at your clit. The other spans your hip, grabs at your ass, pulls at your flesh before another flash indicates another picture taken.

You can’t stop shaking. Sensation overwhelming as he adds another finger. Another stretch to your pussy. Another layer of confusion as it pulls and drags pleasure from you.

His figure rises and drapes over you. A blanket of heat, hard against you even as he continues to work with his hands. His lips trace along the shell of your ear.

“You should see yourself,” he moans, hips beginning a slow but heavy imitation of his fingers. Driving against you in time with them. “You’re dripping already.”

And you don’t need to turn your head to see the smirk on his lips. Only close your eyes and hide from his victory.

“But I’m gonna need a bit more from you.”

And with ease, he pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch. Only a breath passing before you feel the prod of his length notching at your entrance.

He rams into you. Your breath hitches in your lungs. A sound choked out by his intrusion. An deep ache forming around it.

But he doesn’t have to wait for your comfort. The extent of his selfishness outlined beneath you in black and white. He pistons like a machine. Fucking you with a ferocious hunger that leaves your teeth rattling.

And yet you can’t help the way your lips fall open. Fervent, guttural sounds falling out of you. Animalistic and wild. Even as you hear him chortling from above.

“See, now that’s what I wanna hear,” he says without pausing his insatiable rutting.

But you’re beyond speech. Lost to his rhythm, his desire, his ravaging of your body. It squeezes like a fist around you, tightening until all at once it releases. Shattering you in its explosion. Your pussy squeezes and flutters around the continued pounding of his cock. No choice but to ride it out without mercy.

He grunts, his head resting against your shoulder blade. And only a few thrusts later, he fills you. His cock twitching as cum coats your walls.

“Jesus, princess, you drain a man dry, don’t you?” he asks with a few more greedy pumps of his hips into you.

You mewl in response and wait for him to vacate you. For the emptiness to set in and your world to return to its normal rotation.

Instead, Mr. Hansen stays where he is. Softening inside you. You rock to your tiptoes, hoping to coax him out. But he keeps his hips flush. Refusing your attempts at separation even as he hisses from sensitivity.

And then his left hand wraps over yours and slides something onto your ring finger. Your head turns atop the wood of the desk. Glinting back at you is a ring—diamond and big and heavy.

“So this is what’s gonna happen,” Lloyd says, out of breath, lacing his fingers with yours. “Wedding’s at the end of the month—”

“Did-did you just…propose to me?” you ask perplexed. Did you miss something? You never agreed to that.

“Not exactly, but there’s nothing you can do about it, is there?” he asks in return. His hand snakes to squish your cheeks, shaking your head in a mocking commiseration. The contract, messy with drool and tears you didn’t realize you shed, beneath your chest.

He finally pulls out, your pussy spasming at the loss. With a sigh, he falls back to the chair, but you can’t move. Propped against the desk, sure to collapse if you move a muscle. Unable to look away from the ring on your finger.

Until a quiet slap sounds from behind you and you crane your vision over your shoulder. Mr. Hansen sits with his legs splayed, cock shiny with your combined releases.

“What do you say to turning around for me?”

And it’s phrased as a question, though you know it’s not. You use all your remaining strength to flop over and lean against the desk. A trickle of his semen spilling down your thigh. Unable to keep from sinking to your knees as your legs give out.

“Oh, perfect,” he crows, scooting closer. He looms over you, too intelligent and too strong. Your chin captured between his fingers. “Now you can clean me up and keep me warm.”

You swallow, lick your lips, and open them wide.

The pictures, he’s so henious 😩 I’d want to hide forever 😭

He pistons like a machine. Fucking you with a ferocious hunger that leaves your teeth rattling.

😮‍💨🫠😩 Lloyd would so just go to town, the menace!!

THAT ENDING!

Well not damn, Rach, you went hard. And so did Lloyd 🥴🥴🥴 If your goal was to murder me for my birthday, mission accomplished 🤣

Standing on the first floor balcony, coffee cup in hand, you looked out over the expansive grounds below you and wondered to yourself which of your many questionable life choices had landed you here.  Well, truth be told they weren't exactly your choices really and it didn't take a whole lot of figuring out to reveal the path that had actually led you here however.  You had simply failed to heed the warnings.

Standing apart from your friends at the bar as the bartender busied himself with your order, the guy sitting alone by himself nursing his drink caught your eye and in a split second your mind was made up.  Having just recently passed the bar exam and actually now combining your birthday celebration with a 'well done me' party, resume after resume had been sent to any and all obscure law firms in your area in the hopes of conjuring up some decent employment prospects.  But alas, so far that final step was just beyond your reach.

Hell if you were honest, the second last step really was the one that failed to materialize.  Not one offer of an interview had yet to reach your inbox.  No calls to say that the numerous job vacancies you had applied for had been filled.  No rejection letters detailing where exactly your credentials had fallen short.  Not one possible employer even acknowledging the effort you had gone to.  So perhaps then it was time to make your own luck, put all your skills to the test and see just how good you could really be at arguing your case.

Grabbing the bartender's attention and indicating that he added another drink to your order, this one delivered to your intended target, you then moved down along the bar and introduced yourself to one Andrew Barber.  Of course, the man himself needed no introduction given who he was and more especially with the fact that both of you now shared the same profession that had seen him rise to heights that you could only one day dream of reaching, but still, this was such an opportunity.  As you quickly made him aware of.

Standing beside him now and rattling off the cases you had worked on throughout your educational journey, you then batted your eyelids, placed your hand alongside his and told him what an esteemed honor it would be to study at his feet.  That if he was only willing to give you a chance, you would prove yourself to be extremely invaluable to his work and reputation going forward.  And it seemed he might just agree.

Leaving the bar then some fifteen minutes after you had first separated from your friends, drinks in hand and a beaming smile upon your face told the waiting girls that something had changed for you this night.  Now if only they could see things the way you did, for it seemed you weren't alone in knowing who he was.

Listening to you recount all that had happened since the last time they had set eyes on you, congratulations at your success soon turned to friendly concern however as three more pairs of eyes followed yours towards your soon to be employer and the blue eyes that stared right back in your direction.  Had he been watching you the whole time?  Imagining the conversations that had and were taking place right now regarding all that you had said to him and the opportunity he had given to you.  Perhaps the looking had only begun when he himself had felt some extra attention directed towards himself.

Whatever it was, it was clear to you that your friends, though extremely happy for you, still retained some level of reservation, but seeing as they didn't really know Andy or how soul destroying this job searching had become for you lately, their gentle warnings were politely acknowledged before being filed away in some far flung memory storage area to be pondered on later when the reality they foresaw became something close to the one that you now lived.

Joining him early at work the next morning, eager to start your working life and prove your worth to the man who had taken a chance on you, the first month or so had been hard but enjoying before fragments of those hushed and concerned conversations started to make you wonder if luck had been shining on you that night ... or someone else entirely.

Starting out with a compliment here, a coffee order there that you should have been responsible for, you then found yourself working far more closely with Mr. Barber in a way your friends would have cautioned you against had you still had the usual time to spend with them and fill them in on all the newfound responsibility that had been heaped upon your up and coming legal shoulders.

Early mornings.  Long lunches.  Even later nights.  Entry level assistant to personal junior assistant and three months later Mr. Barber had first become Andrew and now answered only if you addressed him as Andy.  But that was only part of the changes that this exciting employment contract had turned up.  Two months into this new promotion and Andy had moved you into a new apartment.  Closer to work he called it.  But your friends did not agree.

Happy still for your success yet reminding you again of the warnings they had nudged you with that fateful night, you quieted their fears once more with talk of how much sense it made and how much you were learning, but the realest lessons of all were yet to come your way.

Stopping by some nights later to talk through some complex legal case or discuss the ramifications of taking on certain clients, a few more alcohol dipped compliments here, a well placed laugh there, a gentle hand upon your shoulder, his fingers lingering on your back a bit longer as he allowed you to walk through a door before him and soon the lines had begun to blur.  But still you had been too busy to notice.

For though he lingered more in your space and really seemed to just be two steps away from you at all times now, the work itself really had been your main focus.  Murder cases.  Fraud.  Embezzlement.  Kidnapping.  Drug crimes.  Andy handled them all and then some and so you found yourself thoroughly immersed in some of the most fantastic and high profile cases a newly minted law graduate could ever hope to sink her teeth into.  Of course your focus was elsewhere.  And the last case certainly didn't help.

Introducing you some months back to one Hugh Random Drysdale, Andy was only chomping at the bit to take on his case and though you truly believed that no lawyer on earth could possibly win it, it seemed there was actually one.  And you just happened to be working for him.  Yet his sheer talent in this whole debacle utterly surprised you.

Narrowly avoiding the charge of killing his grandfather, which to this day remained a tragic suicide despite his suspected involvement, he had been charged with the killing of the housemaid Fran and the fumbled, attempted killing of the old man's nurse, and eventual successor, Marta, but it seemed luck was on his side.  Or at least one hell of an accomplished lawyer.

Spinning truths, fudging facts, digging up dirt you truly suspected was falsely created rather than actually existing, Andy had not only successfully pleaded and defended Random's innocence beyond all reasonable doubt, but together all three of you had even managed to overturn Harlan's last will and testament leaving Ransom the sole heir now to all his grandfather had once held dear.  But their combined cunning didn't end there.

Closing out the last of the paperwork and heading back to Thrombey Manor to celebrate in style, as Ransom had put it, many stories, laughs and hours of drink had found you far more relaxed than you could ever remember feeling and almost a year to the day that you had first laid eyes on Andy Barber, the trap you had unknowingly, yet willingly, walked into was finally sprung.

Returning back to the balcony now as the months that followed played out still before your eyes in high definition, light-hearted banter, drunken agreements and innocent kisses somehow gave way to discarded clothes and opulent bedsheets and these days most of your time now was spent with Ransom beneath you and Andy above you as their cocks ratcheted into you at ever increasing speeds and brought all three of you to orgasmic heights you suspected none of you could ever reach alone.

But it didn't stop there.  Oh no.

Refurbishing his office to cater to two desks and afford himself far more privacy, the casework you did became less and less as Andy made use of your more natural talents.  Yet he never left you wanting.  Sucking him off when a phone call ran longer that it should, laying you over the couch and thrusting into your pussy while he bemoaned back at you the issues he was having with certain cases, clients or judges, he still found he did his best thinking of all however with his head between your legs as you begged and pleaded above him before soaking his face through every release he pulled from you.

And then of course there was your home life.  With all three of you living full time now at Thrombey Manor through an arrangement neither of the guys had yet to explain to you, weekends and days that Andy was in court found you and Ransom discussing business and story ideas in the most unconventional of ways that always ended with both of you naked, sweaty and attached to his equipment in a way that left no doubt as to how the two of you manufactured your inspiration.

And yet, you couldn't complain.  For the slimy bastards had left no such avenue open for you.  Quieting your concerns any time you raised any with sugary compliments, trips to all your favourite places, searing kisses, talented tongues and even more talented erections, they had also managed somehow to work their considerable charms on each and every one of your girl friends and now the concerns that once whispered past their lips and would have echoed your own were replaced with talk of how lucky you were every time that parties were arranged, foreign girl trips were booked and the guys showed each and every one of them how wonderful your life appeared to be.

And so they would never acknowledge the truth that crept up on you even now as Ransom walked up behind you, wrapped his powerful arms around your waist and whispered plans of what was to come into your waiting ear.  "Andy's on his way home baby and I promised we'd be ready for him.  You are ready, aren't you?" and your need to answer him proved null and void however as his fingers wormed their way into your jeans, nudged your core and found your juices ready indeed to welcome the both of them just as they had taught you.  For your body belonged to them now and, in truth, maybe your heart did too because the more you actually thought about them, the more you failed to see a future separated from all the mind numbing pleasure they provided.

I meeeeean. I’m not mad about how our job role has evolved 🤣👀

…you had convinced yourself once more that all their scheming and manipulation was worth it.  That you definitely came out on top when all was said and done. 

I agree with this assessment. As far as I’m concerned, we are living the dream life. x 2 😌💅🏻

The fact he felt safe enough to reveal this tiny flaw to you only endeared him more to you.

Made you truly believe that you'd made the right decision only mere months before.

Curtis Everett had been an acquaintance of your brother, a man you'd only ever seen in rare passings between the deals your brother made with others. A hired man, you eventually realized, who did what was needed for the right price and not a penny less. The same man you'd been forced to seek out to save your brother from another with more power and money. The same man who'd taken your sacrifice as payment with a small nod and a promise to see it done.

He'd kept his promise, and you kept yours.

All these months later, you'd grown attached to Curtis in a way you never thought possible. He hadn't promised you much when you accepted his terms, but his actions had always spoken louder than his words.

He'd brought you to this villa somewhere along the coast of Italy. A place of pure luxury and peaceful existence. It'd been a far cry from what you'd grown up around with both your father and eventually your brother. The villa was a safe haven that allowed you to pursue any of your favorite hobbies. A secret place that still allowed you face-timing and lengthy phone calls over secure lines and networks.

And all you had to do in return was occasionally entertain Curtis with your company and your body.

Such a small pittance really from your point of view.

If you were being honest, you wished he demanded a bit more for himself.

Because if he commanded it, you knew you'd happily hand over your heart to him.

A man who considered himself too scary and damaged but has shown you more softness and downright sweetness than you ever thought possible for yourself. A man who learned to read you in every mood you've exhibited and did what he needed just to see a smile grace your lips once more. It was like it physically pained him to see you unhappy, or worse, angry at him for even the tiniest of discomforts.

Then again, he hadn't really done anything to make you truly angry in a while. Not since that first (and last) time he'd come back from an assignment with a few scrapes and bruises. Ones you'd been quick to address before pressing the quickest, softest kiss to his lips, whispering, "So you'll heal faster."

That had been the day his walls had crumbled and you got the chance to glimpse it all: the good, the bad, and the ugly. He'd broken down and told you some of the worst things he'd done while admitting, "I never thought I'd have someone so sweet, so innocent, as you in my life. I'd only corrupt them, bring them down to my level."

His voice shook with each word as it fell from his lips.

When you would've reached for him, he backed away, his eyes meeting yours briefly before falling to his hands. The same hands that had taken so many lives yet had learned every part of your body intimately. The ones that had learned to make your body sing for him as he brought you to heights of pleasure you hadn't known existed before him. Hands of a man that had put your pleasure above his own more times than you cared to count by that point.

A rough breath escaped him, his voice growing quieter still as he admitted, "I wanna be better. I wanna be…"

His hands had clenched into fists before they released just as fast, his palms open and stretched towards you.

You stood frozen, waiting to hear him finish his thought. You knew he needed that moment despite your short acquaintance before you'd pledged yourself to him. The same as you knew that you'd do it all again, finding no regret in your decision as you watched and waited.

"Someone worthy of you," he finally finished.

This time, you didn't hesitate in reaching out and grabbing his hands, lacing your fingers with his. It helped he didn't fight you, either, because he could've if he really wanted. You'd stared so long at his hands before finally bringing them to your lips and pressing kiss after kiss along his fingertips. These hands might've held a lifetime of blood on them, but they'd never been anything but gentle with you.

A deep shudder rocked his body even as a wrecked sound escaped him.

Daring to look into his eyes, you saw how you affected him. His desire to fight had all but disappeared as he stared down at you, wonderment lurking in the deep blue depths of his gaze. The fight to stay in control of himself had fled as you continued your gentle ministrations of his hands. The man had become literal putty in your hands, almost eagerly awaiting whatever fate you had planned for him.

It was the moment you knew you held all the power.

For once in your life, you could bring a man to his knees in a way that your status as a mafia princess never could before.

Yet, you didn't want to because you wanted the same thing he did. You who yearned to find someone who'd be willing to fight at your side. For someone who'd stick with you until the end.

And you'd found that.

With Curtis.

As your thoughts remained fixed on that night, your hands began to wander over your still-sleeping mercenary. From his short-cropped hair to his fuller beard, your hands lingered a moment as they traced along his jawline until you could run a finger along his slightly parted lips. It was a path they'd learned the night everything had changed for you both as you'd turned the tables and worshipped Curtis in the very ways he'd been worshipping you.

Your fingers continued their leisurely tracing of his lips while your mind replayed every memory from that night. Slowly stripping Curtis of his clothes while pressing kisses to every new bit of skin you bared for your eyes alone. You didn't leave a single inch untouched, either. Oh, how you reveled in the shaky breaths and soft moans that escaped him every so often. His body hadn't disappointed, either, as it responded to your almost leisurely exploration.

Only when he was standing at full mass and dripping with the very same need he often got from your own body did you finally relent. Guiding him back to the sofa in your spacious living room until he had no choice but to fall back into the cushions. The smallest of grunts escaped him, but you gave him no time to recover or recalibrate as you straddled his lap. Still fully clothed but just as aching, you settled yourself so he sat behind your clothed folds, promising some friction for you both.

You hadn't rushed, either, wanting to take this time with him just as he'd done on multiple occasions with you. Occasions that had bordered on torturous even as he made your body sing with pleasure.

Even as his hands not so subtly tugged at your clothing, he continued to let you set the pace. His eyes had become hooded yet never missed a single thing you did while filthy but sweet praise fell from his lips. It was his encouragement that kept you bold that night. Kept you teasing him with occasional yet almost perfectly timed grinds of against him, providing just enough friction to have you both hissing and sighing in equal measure. To his credit, he endured it for far longer than you usually did, but he ultimately succumbed, begging in a breathy whisper, "Wanna see you. Really feel you."

Only when he added a ragged 'please' did you finally give in.

Making quick work of your clothing, you returned to his lap but not quite the position you'd been in before. Instead, you took hold of his cock and pumped him a few times, earning the sweetest groan for your efforts.

A needy warmth settled deep in your core as the memories continued.

Your thighs squeezed as you recalled sinking down on Curtis's length, never having felt so full before him. A part of you wished you dared to wake your sleeping mercenary so he could fill you right then, but you knew he needed the rest.

So, your mind continued to wander through that night's steamy events. You'd ridden him until your thighs burned burned and shook with exhaustion, the friction and feeling of fullness too great to pass up.

Curtis's hands had kept a firm grip on you as you rode him, too, only helping you when he sensed your faltering. He didn't truly take over though until you whined softly, begging him for help. Hearing your soft plea had been enough to have his hooded eyes softening even as his hands picked up where you'd left off. He lifted and dropped you with ease, using but also helping to find that explosive conclusion you both needed.

And what an ending it had been, too, you recalled with a soft exhale.

Not only had you seen blinding flashes of stars, but you'd both made quite the mess in Curtis's lap and the sofa beneath him. A mess that you'd blushed over when asking the hired cleaning service to take care of it the following day, but it'd been worth it for the shift in your relationship with Curtis that night.

Quite lost in your memories and their phantom sensations, you didn't realize that some of them weren't quite so phantom.

At least not until you grew aware that your mercenary had woken in the middle and discovered you needy and wanting of his attention. You had missed the soft grin that had spread across his features even as he shifted down until his beard brushed against your inner thighs. His hands had gently pried them apart so he could settle between them and enjoy the show of your arousal from a night that he, too, often revisited himself.

It wasn't until his beard brushed against your aching, swollen pussy as his lips sealed around your equally aching clit and sucked hard that you returned to the present.

"Curtis," you breathed, lifting the sheets to find him in one of his favorite places. His hands bracing your thighs, anchoring you to the bed, made you melt even as you managed to admonish softly, "You should be sleeping."

He gave another hearty suck before he let go, his thumb replacing his lips and rubbing concentrated circles to keep you right where he wanted you. His eyes sparkled with mischief as they met yours. In a husky tone, he cheekily replied, "Can't sleep when my goddess is left wanting. Aching for me to take care of her."

"It's your fau—"

You sucked in a breath as he leaned down and licked a long stripe along your slit, ending with a flick against your already tormented clit.

Curtis dared to glance up at you with a smug smirk before he dived back in for another taste of you. He kept at it, too, until you were a writhing mess under him before coming away to say, "You were saying, my goddess?"

"Menace," you breathed, your hands fisting the sheets as he happily dived back into his task.

Your menace, my goddess, you silently supplied for him for he'd become quite engrossed in his task of taking you apart and putting you back together again.

His other hand had abandoned its position in holding your thighs open, allowing him to ease one, then two fingers into your sopping channel. He could easily add a third and has in the past, but your menace of a mercenary enjoyed bringing you to the brink over and over again, edging you until the only words left on your lips were please and Curtis. He could do that so easily with just the two that now sought out that soft, spongy spot within you that made you see stars.

When he found it, you nearly came off the bed with how quick your back bowed. Your toes curled even as the heat within you pooled until you could feel something tightening within you. It was so close and ready to snap. All you had to do was reach out and take that leap.

But, Curtis knew you too well and back off the spot just as quickly, dragging a whiny groan out of you. He showed you no pity though as he let you come down from the near high you wanted, teasing you with the softest of grazes against where you needed friction the most.

Huffing at him only earned you another flash of that smug smirk he wore far too often during these times.

"What's wrong, my goddess? Am I not bringing you pleasure?"

You shot him the best glare you could.

It lasted only a moment as he'd quirked his brow before diving once more between your folds. His tongue lapped at your fluttering hole while his thumb resumed its concentrated circles around your clit, quickly building you back to the very point where he'd deprived you before. Then, he'd stopped once more, getting you so close but keeping you from that leap you desperately wanted.

Again and again, he kept up his torturously sinful ministrations until you finally whimpered, "Curtis, please, I need to cum. Please, my love, let me cum."

Curtis stilled between your thighs. His head popped up to better see, the sheets long tossed away while he teased you up to this moment. While his eyes remained dark with want and possession, his features had softened. His lips took on an almost awed-like grin, glistening as they were with your slick, as he rasped, "What did you call me?"

It took you far longer than you'd ever admit aloud to recall what exactly you'd said in the moment. And even then, it'd taken you another long moment before you figured out why he'd stopped so suddenly, why his body looked almost ready to pounce on you and claim you in a way he never had before.

When it finally hit you, you couldn't help the soft smile that spread across your lips as you whispered, "My love."

Curtis's eyes closed briefly as a low growl escaped him.

When they opened, his deep blue eyes had blown fully black. His voice came out rough as he murmured, "Don't say it, my goddess, if you don't mean it."

Your hands moved from the sheets you'd been fisting until you could settle them against his jaw. As your fingers ran along his cheekbones, your smile stretched impossibly wider, realizing you'd meant the words the moment they left your lips. Your lips spread impossibly wider even as your eyes grew a bit misty. "I mean it with all my heart. How could I not with all you've done for me?"

Pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, he met your gaze once more, a quiet conviction taking over the black briefly. There was a promise in his words when he said, "I've barely started, my precious love, in spoiling you."

A final kiss to seal his promise to your inner thigh came before his fingers moved to tease along your dripping folds. It didn't take much before he had three fingers stretching you in the way only he could and finding that spot within you. His lisp returned to your neglected clit, licking and sucking for all he was worth.

Your mercenary was on a mission, and he wouldn't be denied what he wanted.

Not after the gift you've given him. Not when he held the most precious thing in his grasp and never intended on letting go.

No, your mercenary brought you back to the brink with a precision and quickness that had you gasping his name and 'my love' in equal measure. Unlike before, he didn't back off when he sensed you growing closer. He helped push you over with the promise of catching you on the way down. All it'd taken was a final flick of his tongue and his fingers working in unison to have you cumming harder than even you expected.

"I've got you," Curtis murmured over and over, his touch soothing against your skin. His fingers continued to work you through the final aftershocks and only easing from your sensitive hole when they'd stopped. His lips continued to graze your skin with every affirmation he whispered against it. "So beautiful like this. My own sweet goddess. My precious, precious love."

Reaching for him, you beckoned him up until you could properly see him leaning over you. Your fingers traced along his cheekbones, contentment seeping into your very being, as you said, "You're really pretty."

His cheeks warmed with your praise. He would've ducked his head if not for the fact you held him still, your fingers too content with their tracing of his features to quit then. Not even the remnants of your slick in his beard could get you stop as you continued murmuring praises for him.

"Keep this up, my sweet love, and you'll be getting a second round. I'm trying to be a gentleman here," he huffed at you. His eyes shone with such adoration, and dare you say it, love that you almost missed the way they'd darkened with his sinful promise.

A promise you wholeheartedly wanted to take on as you murmured, "Maybe I don't want a gentleman. Maybe I want to be stuffed so full that I'm leaking for days. Mark me so I know that I'll forever and always be yours, my loving mercenary."

You didn't miss the way his eyes darkened until the blue disappeared and his grin grew downright sly.

You were, however, unprepared for how quickly he'd flipped you over. A high-pitched gasp escaped as he manhandled you into place, his body draping over yours. His still hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks while his fingers laced with yours above your head. Effectively trapped, he pressed kiss after kiss across the back of your neck. Eventually, he nipped at the spot behind your ear, pulling a moan from you. As he kept it up, you couldn't help wriggling beneath him, eager to work his cock towards your weeping entrance where you wanted him most.

While he soothed the spot he'd nipped, he draped himself over you more, forcing you still beneath him.

A whine escaped you as you realized you wouldn't get your prize so easily this second time, either.

"Patience, my goddess," he breathed into your ear, nuzzling against you. "You'll get my cock once I'm done marking you. After I'm through with you, everyone will know that you're mine as much as I've always been yours."

Ahhhhh yesss! I loved the flashbacks to establish how far we’ve come and how utterly gone for us Curtis is 🥰 Scary merc just wants to be loved 🥺

It’s one of my absolute favorite tropes having a scary hot!babe soooo painfully soft for you ::dreamy sigh::

And the smut 😮‍💨🤌🏻 Sin incarnate, and what we and Curtis deserve tbh 💅🏻

And then he got home and the faucet broke off, ensuring he and everything in the room was drenched. At least it was the bathroom. So he had to fix that and then he’d had to get started on dinner because his favourite person in the world was coming home later from work and would be hungry.

But then he got distracted when you stepped in the door and the food ended up burned and it all just fucking sucked!

Frustrated, Jake moved the once-stir-fry in the pan to the sink to cool down while letting out a deep sigh.

“Hey,” you snaked your arms around him from behind, pulling yourself close to his back so he could feel your heat through the clothes, “I’ll order pizzas and you pick a movie. Mm?”

Fuck, that sounded good.

“You’re the best.” He turned in your arms so he could kiss the tip of your nose.

Seeking his lips, you made sure he forgot about the world for just a few seconds. Then you freed yourself to grab your phone and pull up the pizza menu.

---

“That’s it! I’m done! No more adulting, no more responsibilities, no more anything! We’re just going to lay here and cuddle and hide from the rest of the world,” Jake declares as he plops down on the couch next to you, pulling you with him into a heap of limbs.

You don’t have the heart to say that you will have to deal with the mess in the kitchen. That’s a problem for later.

Looking up at him from where you’re squished between him and the backrest of the couch, you smile innocently.

“Nothing adult at all?” You trail a finger slowly down his chest. “Aw...I’d planned to make sure you had a happy ending to the day...but no worries...”

“What wait no!” He looks truly scared as he twists to face you. You almost feel sorry for him. “Babe please! Don’t take that from me! I need it!”

You can’t help but giggle even if you try to remain serious. “Really? I’m so surprised!”

His one arm is pinned between you, but he finds your waist with the free hand, a thumb rubbing circles on your hip through your leggings.

“Please?” he begs.

You stretch to kiss him on the tip of the nose. “Alright, honey.” Your lips move to his and he greedily reciprocates. “Anything you want, I’ll do it,” you mumble against his mouth.

“Anything I want?” His question makes you nod. “I’m in a mood for a dessert.”

That’s all the warning you get before he moves down the couch, pulling you onto your back. His fingers curl around the waistband of your leggings and as he pulls them down, he snatches your panties along the way too.

“Shouldn’t I be treating you well?”

Your clothes are unceremoniously dumped on the floor as Jake shakes his head.

“You said anything I want...I want to taste you.”

Well, you’re not one to complain – especially not as he leans in and licks a soft stripe just over your clit before fully committing to the act which has your toes curling and back arching in no time at all.

Jake knows you well. Knows your body better than you do, probably, and as he gets you wound up, juices mixing with his saliva to make your cunt slippery and ready for him, you lose your ability to think straight. Your fingers are curled into his short hair, gently tugging him needlessly to where you want him – as if he didn’t already know. Face scrunched with the overwhelming feeling of hot heaviness in your body, pulled so taught that it will snap any moment.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Jake groans against your cunt, drilling into you with his tongue before finally pushing in a couple of fingers.

Pumping and scissoring as he suckles on your clit, for a moment you realize he seems to be enjoying it as much as you do, hips lazily moving to grind his bulge into the seat of the couch. Then he curls his fingers, hitting the spot, making you cum with a cry. As you cunt flutters, eager for something to fill it more, he labs up the juices from you.

He only slowly lets you down, pumping lazily in and out of you.

“Thank you for dessert,” he winks.

You’re still in a post-cum haste, barely wondering why he gets up. Then he scoops you into his arms, making you squeal, and carries you to the bedroom where he places you on the bed before stripping down himself, freeing his erection. Suddenly it’s like you haven’t had an orgasm yet, your insides screaming for him, and he happily obliges as you make grabby hands at him.

Spreading your legs, it’s like welcoming him home as his hips slot between your thighs and he lubes up his cock with your juices, nudging at your tender clit before aligning himself.

There’s a slight tension, even with the preparation, as he pushes in, the mushroomy tip squeezed by your opening. But then he is past that point, sliding in deeper easily until he’s bottomed out. You’re so full. Clinging to Jake, you try to breathe through it, and you are grateful that he gives you a moment to become accustomed to his cock.

“Ready, babe?” His voice is strained, making you think it’ll be a quick round.

You nod. “Always for you.”

He steals a kiss first, tangy with your taste and messy. It ends when he rolls his hips to pulls almost all the way out before slamming in again. And again.

It’s not long before you’re right at the precipice one more time, whimpering his name which only spurs him on to thrust harder and deeper. His mouth is slightly open, quick puffs of air coming from him as he clearly is close too. Your cunt is gripping him like a vice in anticipation of what’s to come.

“So perfect,” he rasps, breath hot on your skin. “Can’t hold back.”

One of your hands slide from his shoulder where your nails have been digging crescents and up to cart through his hair.

“Don’t want you to hold back. Go for it.”

His thrusts grow frantic, almost, as he chases his high, bringing you with him when he falls over the edge with a whimper. This time your own orgasm isn’t as intense, but it’s long. Drawn out by the lazy, sloppy thrusts as he pumps you full, the fluttering of your cunt helping by milking him.

“I love you so much,” Jake promises, barely able to open his eyes yet.

You were on your knees, scooping a pile of earth over the seeds you’d just planted, quite literally elbows deep in work, when you got a whiff of him.

It stopped you right in your place, hands freezing mid-motion. Your gaze snapped up instantly, all senses suddenly on highest alert, body strung, your inner omega shuddering on an instinct as old as time.

An alpha.

Woods caressed by fresh wind after summer rain, leather and pine, dipped in a musky scent that had your breath catch.

An alpha.

An alpha at the edge of your property, nothing but you and him and your house and a lonely road and woods around for miles. The outline of him, a tall figure with shoulders insanely broad compared to his narrow waist, thighs visibly thick even from the distance, all that spoke of exactly how much chance anyone, let alone an omega, would stand against him.

He was brimming with explosive power and yet. Yet, it was not out of fear you straightened to your full height immediately; for you weren’t just any omega.

You were an omega with a good friend in a beta doctor in town who was not hesitant to hand out suppressants for an omega who could otherwise be in danger at her isolated property, should a stray alpha come knocking at her door.

You were an omega whose mother taught her how to handle a shotgun and a rifle before the age of ten, because the world wasn’t always the kindest to those of your designation.

And first and foremost, you were an omega who knew with every fibre of her being that seeing the shadow of this alpha among the trees, a familiar outline by now, never posed any threat to you. It did not, even as he would sometimes argue about it in a hushed voice, the reminder he meant so strikingly painful every time he left.

You were his omega. Even as you weren’t.

The first time he skimmed around the edge of your property, it had been two days since you had crossed paths at the hardware store in town. His scent had your body going haywire, plummeting you towards the closest thing to a real heat you had in years, all that on a single whiff and a wordless exchange with his startled blue gaze piercing your very soul.

Two days of questioning your body and mind as you could not think straight, deep rooted instincts guiding you to build a nest, barely moving outside of it, almost 48 hours of burning skin and scorching need nothing seemed to sate. Two days until you managed to eat at least a few bites and have a small walk in order to water the plants in your garden despite the tremble in your limbs and incessant ache between your legs and the echo of a deeper ache within your ribcage.

You realized who he was to you the second your inner omega had gone mad.

You realized who he was to the world the second you saw him standing in the shadows of the pine trees, the outline of a man who could only be real in a world where superheroes existed.

You made your decision at the former realisation and solidified it at the latter, sensing his hesitation to approach almost as strong as your pull towards him and his to your home, his feet moving as if of their own accord.

You left the door open that day, stepping in to make tea and coffee and to serve cookies of all things, blindly driven to take care of your alpha, to please him, to make a home; your breath caught, your trembling heart pounding the moment he actually walked in.

You never got to eat or drink, even as you tried to be polite, both of you, to think it through. To fight the natural designation breaking through your suppressants and scent masking with ease, because where modern medicine might be able to fool an omega’s body and alpha’s and beta’s sense of smell, it was useless in face of the precious phenomenon of fated mates.

He was yours. You were his.

There was no fighting it – not completely. Neither of you had the willpower to stay underwater when the air you needed to breathe was at your fingertips, your scent all over your house enticing him, his seeping into it in perfect harmony, like puzzle pieces falling into place.

Before you knew it you were standing inches apart, his nose trailing along your wrist with a groan, your mind hazy, body vibrating in anticipation, voice breathless even as you breathed quick and shallow in order to remain composed and at least a tad rational. Exchanging names was the least you could do and the most you managed before you could not hold back any longer.

You knew who he was; he knew you knew. You knew his situation, or enough of it, the star he had been carrying on his chest faded and torn away, his golden boy persona and looks long gone.

It didn’t make a goddamn difference.

If anything, the ragged bearded man who stood but two inches from you was the embodiment of an alpha and everything about him had your inmost carnal instincts and soul-deep longing scream mine.

My Steve. My alpha.

The kiss he pressed to your wrist was tender, the chirp escaping you nearing a whimper, knees wobbling under the overwhelming sensation rushing through your body. He caught you with arm firmly wrapped around you and a kiss that was all teeth and desperate need and laying a claim and you reciprocated with fervour, inhaling his intoxicating scent and the rest were days to remember spent in a haze and pleasure you had never known to exist before.

And pain. Sharp and dull at once, its echo resonating in your ribcage even now as you shed the gardening gloves and went to wash your hands, starting the kettle and laying out ingredients for a warm homecooked meal Steve – former Captain America turned fugitive from the law of several countries – deserved and got to eat scarcely.

Sometimes, you didn’t make it past a hello, his hands on you wishing to recreate the imprints they had left weeks if not months ago, exploring you anew, nose against your neck, teeth scraping over the most sensitive part of your throat to induce pleasure so intense you forgot how to make a sound or think.

Other times, you held each other first and inhaled softly, allowing yourselves to reacquaint with someone who was fated to belong with you, who was yours with every fibre of their being, the cracks in your ribcages mended at last, body, soul and home rebuilt.

Today, it seemed, was the case of the former.

You were ruminating through the cabinets, trying to figure out what to cook, when Steve’s arms circled you from behind and pulled you to his front, nose instantly at your collar, breathing in deeply with a satisfied rumble in his chest that had your omega shivering with delight. Heat rushed all over your skin as you inhaled deeply, hands covering his, body melting in his hold already as you felt familiar burn at the apex of your thighs respond to his presence like clockwork.

“Alpha…” you whispered, shuddering when he hummed behind you, arms squeezing tighter, mouth pressing to the side of your neck, lingering, a quick lap of tongue over your skin making him groan; and you clutch at his forearms, legs turning weaker as your blood rushed elsewhere.

It was torture; torture of the bittersweetest kind, a tease of a promise never delivered on and never as much as made. It twisted your stomach in knots, the ache of his absence, the agonizing absence of a bonding mark already flaring through you and chasing tears into your eyes, deep-bone agony you knew would come again, because you had been here before. Every single time.

Every single time he came, after weeks, months apart, gloomy and deprived, to forget the rough world he somehow still believed deserved saving even after they had called him a criminal for choosing his best friend, for choosing his own morals instead of being a good little soldier; days of utter bliss and intangible happiness that would slip through your fingers again and again, because it was not safe to stay. Not for him. Not for you.

Bonding would be worse. You heard enough horror stories to know them to be true; that mates, true mates in particular, could not spent more than weeks apart, slowly withering without each other and dying of grief. They said parting was like a piercing one’s heart with needles; and losing your mate to death then was like severing all limbs one by one and then reaching into your chest with an iron fist and ripping your heart straight out.

It was better this way. That was what you told yourself when screaming and weeping into your pillows wrapped in the shirt he would always leave behind, soaked in his scent to sooth your pain, like a band-aid over a gunshot wound still oozing blood.

You knew he felt the same. You knew that when he left when you were awake, he was a wreck no one would never recognize as the once nation’s most beloved hero.

But every time, every time he came back, you knew. You knew that the bliss, the happiness you could steal away for just a few moments, was worth it all. Because being with Steve did not just satisfy your inner omega, didn’t quench the fire that was already creeping through your veins when all your senses were drowned in him; it was the contentment that settled every fear and met every longing your heart ever felt, softness and delight threading through your very being.

The same overwhelming emotion that chased your tears away now, for when he was here, there was no space for mourning him leaving in a few hours or days.

Your sunk into his body, saying his name like a plea and a prayer, feeling his smile over the scrape of his beard, a devious little thing against your collarbone, one of his hands sliding lower, spreading over your thigh, hips rutting against you to make you feel exactly how much your runaway soldier had missed you too. His lips began to wander and so did his hands, stilling and squeezing hard when you tried to turn and face him to taste his mouth.

“’mega… smell so sweet…”

You whimpered, thighs clenching when he returned to the ministrations over the sensitive skin of your throat, your head falling back to his shoulder to give him space, hand sinking into his locks to keep him there, slick already gathering in your underwear and threatening to soak through your panties and sweats alike. His hand slipped under your shirt, sneaking past your bra until his fingers found your hardened nipple and pinched it lightly.

“Steve—oh my god-“

Your clutched at his hair when he nipped at your mating gland, still playing with your hardened nub, gush of arousal leaking down your thighs, your other hand gripping the counter as your legs threatened to give out completely. And yet, somehow your hips had a mind of their own, pressing against the hard bulge of his crotch.

“Sweet, sweet ‘mega… you have no idea what you scent does to me, I swear… wake up hard every fucking morning I’m not with you.”

“I dream of you-“ you echoed his desire softly, a confession so intimate it would be dangerous with any other.

But Steve… his breath hitched, a firm yet gentle grip of your jaw and throat appearing so fast your head spun, face angled so he could claim your mouth and trap you against the counter all the same, his groan swallowing your whimper, fingers digging into the muscle of his forearm, his gripping your hip, lips locked in a searing kiss that had your toes curl, all tongue and teeth – and shockingly slow and indulgent, licking the taste of longing from each other’s mouth.

Deprived of oxygen for too long, you had to part after what felt like an eternity passing in a blink of an eye, too fleeting.

For a moment you stilled, lips still laid over his, unwilling to separate further than a hair’s distance.

“I missed you so much, honey… so fucking much,” he rasped and the profound pain was like a drag of a rusty nail against your skin, chasing the burn of tears to the base of your nose; because yes.

Yes, Steve suffered too, every time he walked away, each time harder than the one before.

He feared, too, he had once admitted; in a post-orgasmic haze and tender pillow talk where you had both opened your hearts raw.

About how scared you were that one day, he wouldn’t come back; because he’d get killed trying to atone for the sins of having his own moral compass and falling out with the law; because he’d realize this wasn’t living, that the pain wasn’t worth it.

About how scared he was that one day, he’d find your door closed or shut to his face, because less than the half-relationship and the rivers of tears he caused you were a beast of a burden you did not want to bear anymore; that he did not deserve your love when all he did was to disturb your peace.

But neither of you had had a choice in this, in fate or natural laws or whichever having ruled over you, making you belong together.

And you still chose each other.

You used the momentary weakness in his grip to turn in his hold, palms riding up his chest slow, over his sternum, heart vigorously beating under your palm, until you could cradle his face, gorgeous features distorted by ache and vulnerability he so rarely revealed. Deeply sad blues observed you like you were a goddess he had no right to pray to; gaze holding onto you like you were the last shred of sanity in the insane world.

And when you whispered you loved him, he gripped you tight and kissed you like you were the only home he’d ever known.

“Take me to bed, love,” you whispered against his mouth, hands sneaking under his hoodie and t-shirt to feel and roam the wide planes of muscle, the heat of his skin and the taste of his mouth, the press of the hard ridges of his body giving you a high you wouldn’t exchange for anything.

You rocked your hips against his when he didn’t make a single move towards the bed, a needy sound pushing past your lips when he rippled his mouth away and trailed lower, strong hands gripping the fabric of your shirt and ripping, buttons clinking all over the floor. Your bra went next, offending to the path his mouth took, sensitive skin all but tickled by his beard when he took your nipple to his mouth, teeth grazing, hands grabbing your hips bucking impatiently despite the onslaught of pleasure.

“Steve— Steve, please-“

He chuckled against your breasts, mumbling about impatient little omegas and you would have been offended had it not had your core clench, just how easily he torn the sweats down to your ankles, tearing your soaked panties away. Your fingers had tangled into his hair god knew when, holding on for dear life when he hoisted you up on the counter, sliding your sweats off of one of your ankles just so he could push your legs apart and make space for his wide shoulders.

“Alpha—aaah-!”

There was no warning. No teasing. He slanted his mouth over your opening without preamble, the burn of his beard on your tender flesh causing you to yelp, the sound bleeding into a pathetic whimper when his tongue pushed deep inside you, lapping at your core with vigour. Your head tipped backwards, knocking against the cupboard and you didn’t give a shit, your hips already pushing against him, the tension in your core skyrocketing at Steve’s appreciative growl.

You might have pulled at his hair too hard too. You weren’t sure. You didn’t care.

“That’s it, ‘mega, give it to me…”

You did. The weeks apart, endless days of longing and withholding had the fire licking at your insides exploded at once with a broken shout of ‘alpha!’, violent tremble shaking your body, your grip falling slack as he didn’t relent, a half-sob pushing past your lips when he sucked on your oversensitive clit and pushed you over the threshold for the second time, having you gush all over his face, thumb pressing against your thighs where you tried to close them.

Your wanted to tell him to stop, to say that it was too much, but you couldn’t remember how words worked, tongue heavy, head spinning from the pleasure pulsing through your every nerve ending. He chuckled against the apex of your thighs when he finally did relent, nipping on the slick skin of your inner thighs, gathering your juices on his tongue as if it was the most exquisite liquor.

Your jerked in his hold when he sucked what would be a spectacular bruise, only then letting you off the hook, mouth travelling back up over your overwrought body, giving you a taste of yourself when he kissed you and licked into your mouth the same way he did into your centre.

His jeans were straining when he gathered your trembling form in his arms, laying you on the bed with unfair tenderness, shedding his hoodie and t-shirt before sheeting your body with the length of his own, the warmth radiating off his skin and the scent of arousal, both you and his, oozing off of him, willing your shaking hands to make a quick if clumsy work of his belt and the button of his jeans.

You didn’t bother pushing his jeans and boxers beyond what you needed to hold him in your hand, the familiar weight spiking your arousal anew, his growl at your soft ministrations and thumb gathering the beads of precum all but music to your ears.

“Be good, ‘mega… don’t tease your--- alpha,” he said, not nearly as firmly as he’d wish, voice cracking at a little twist of your hand, having him grip your wrist in warning.

Your gaze snapped to his, so dark with desire there was but a circle of your beloved blue left, and you couldn’t but smile a little, flattered despite having countless prior proves of his desire for you.

“I’m always good for my alpha,” you whispered, accentuating your point by gently squeezing him, his hips buckling into your touch involuntarily, eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah. Yes, you are.”

That was the last coherent words either of you uttered as he pushed your hand away and aligned himself with your entrance, coating himself in your slick before sliding in easily despite his more than impressive size, the resounding groan of satisfaction filling your cabin before the wet sounds of skin slapping skin replaced it, generous praise spilling from his lips when they weren’t too busy stealing air from your lungs or mouthing at your throat.

He took you slowly and he took you hard, making you feel every inch, tilting your hips to his liking and you let him, holding onto his shoulders, nose buried in his neck when his rhythm faltered and sped up only to slow down again, dragging his length all the way out only to push in again, fingers sneaking between your bodies to where you were connected, fingertips dipping in your slick before circling your clit, your hips buckling up as a shockwave of pleasure had your back arch.

When his mouth latched onto your throat, sucking at the thin skin over your mating gland, you were done for, crying out his name in ecstasy and anticipation that lit up your body with life and delight.

Instincts took over, blinding you for a moment.

But he was in control.

As impossible as you knew it was, only managing to do so very few times yourself, Steve had you, in the worst way possible, quick to offer his chest so your teeth sunk to the skin just above his collarbone, his groan as much pleasure as pain as his hips stuttered and his mouth latched onto your shoulder instead, teeth sinking in with bliss and emptiness at once.

You were still riding out your orgasm when the ache in your ribcage flared up anew, empty grief of a failed bonding ripping away the sweetest haze there could be, bliss bleeding into misery as your voice hoarse from shouting Steve’s name and designation torn up in a sob before you could stifle it for both of your sakes.

The sound Steve made at that, smothered by your skin, was nothing short of a whimper – and you hated yourself. God, you hated yourself because you knew all to well this wasn’t helping, not to you, certainly not to him and you swallowed the begging already pushing to your tongue for him to bond you, Alpha, please, please make me yours--

It was instinct ruling over reason, a pipe dream painted in the fog of peak pleasure you rationally knew was not possible, not now, if ever.

So instead of begging, you gripped Steve tighter, nails digging into his back and biceps, whispering an apology that got drowned in his ‘sorries’ and ‘I love you’s’. You were still catching your breath when you kissed his skin where you had left your mark, a patch of skin already littered by faded imprints of your teeth, not unlike the one you carried yourself.

They never fully healed.

Unlike the half-moons of your nails where you grabbed him too tight, unlike the bruises Steve sometimes left when losing control and needing you closer, unlike the first time he had sunk his teeth into his forearm to stop himself from bonding you, these bites never healed. They left scars. Brands, even. You supposed it was biology; nature’s way of saying that no matter whether a bonding mark or not, a true mate’s bite was a brand to carry with pride.

And proud you were, the little marks a cherished memory when Steve was too far for you to remember he loved you even if he hadn’t made you his or become truly yours.

You stayed in each other embrace for long minutes if not hours, to feel connected, to sooth the grief of the being robbed of the precious gift you had been given but couldn’t enjoy.

Steve cleaned you up with tenderness that ached in your bones and had you swallow the tears before they could come, soft words you managed to reciprocate even if your tongue left like made of lead. You munched on cookies he found in the pantry, the terrible store-bought ones, and drank the tea having long turned cold even as the weight on a full mug in your hands was too much. You fell asleep as soon as Steve wrapped you in his arms and pulled you to his front, nose in your hair, your hand gripping his to scent him in your sleep, and your last thought was that once you woke, you’d make him that homecooked meal you had set to prepare before you went and tore each other’s clothes off.

You weren’t sure what woke you up, mind groggy and every movement heavy, but the thin light of a crack of dawn teased your eyelids, the scent of sex – and Steve – tickling your nose and making you smile.

His fingers were lightly threading through your hair in periodic motions, fingertips caressing your temple and your cheek as your head was laid on his chest, he himself propped up with his back against the headboard.

Your smile at the simple affection quickly faded when you realized there was only one reason he could have woken you up.

He was leaving.

He sometimes sneaked away before you could be roused from your sleep, the parting easier and harder on both of you at once. Easier, because neither of you had to confront the emotion of the other or stifle your own; harder, because leaving you without a goodbye went against everything Steve wanted and stood for, leaving you vulnerable and like you were some dirty secret he’d fuck and abandon; harder, because waking up to his shirt instead of him and his warmth was like having your heart torn in two.

It was the anticipation of pain and grief combined with sleep-induced foolishness that had you plop your arm over his waist, nuzzling the warmth of his skin, lips barely moving yet speaking.

“Stay.”

You felt and heard his breath hitch above you, fingers stilling in their movement, before he was shifting under you and was pulling you up his lap to straddle him, mouth slanting over yours and having your heart skip a startled and more than pleased beat as you felt his hardness catch against your opening, still slick thanks to his presence alone.

Not leaving then. At least not yet.

Just-

“Need you, ‘mega… need to feel you need me,” he rasped, the words nothing new yet carrying a strange urgency that should have given you a pause but didn’t. Instead, it spurred you on.

Stealing a glance at him as you started to roll your hips, sliding over his length to coat him in your slick, his head fell back with lips parted and you wished you were more awake, wished you could capture the perfect image of him forever. Blissed out, mouth already red and kiss-swollen, eyelids shut, lashes casting shadows over his gorgeous face, sharp features softened by the beard, dark blond hair like a halo with the first sunrays peeking through the blinds.

He didn’t rush you, hands laid over your hips, caressing your soft flesh with indulgence, eyes fluttering open to watch you as you rose to your knees and slowly sunk down his length, a welcome intrusion despite the slight ache, a memento to just few hours prior.

His hand went to your nape then, pulling you in for a kiss, hesitant at first, until he felt you give in as easily as always, melting against him even as you never ceased the undulation of your hips, riding him slowly while he made love to your mouth, his other hand sprawled over your bare back.

“My beautiful omega… my fucking everything,” he husked, mouth trailing down your neck, pressing a desperately tender kiss over your mating gland, lingering, sighing and gently stilling your hips with both of his hands, forehead falling on your shoulder.

Emotion you could not quite put your finger on rolled off of him in waves, making you choke up, a heavy sensation settling in your stomach. You didn’t push, hand settling on his head, fingers gently massaging his scalp, fighting hard not to tremble as you remained connected, tethering on the brink of reaching for pleasure.

Haze lifted, your mind began racing, your omega shivering and shifting in discomfort as she could not read her alpha beyond him being distraught.

And suddenly, you were cold too. The temperature in the room wasn’t any lower, you were sure, but you shuddered, your free hand balling into a fist, a terrible fear rippling through.

No.

God, no, no no no.

Don’t let this be it, don’t let him to-

“I got a call… multiple calls, made a few myself,” he said, swallowing loudly and your fingers twitched as impossible tightness squeezed your ribcage, the icy fear growing in your chest, cursing at your exhaustion that had let you sleep through all that. “It was about Ross.”

Your jaw clenched on instinct.

You knew very little about Senator Thadeus Ross. You knew he was a political figure, he was a dick and he was the leading man in the hunt for the rogue Captain America and his band of misfits as he liked to paint it.

Getting a call about him could only mean a terrible thing.

And yet, when Steve sighed, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh, head rising to meet your gaze, there was a spark in his eyes you had never seen before. It was a stark contrast to the apprehension written in his features and you could feel the anxiety in your gut ease minutely.

Biting your tongue, you observed Steve without blurting out the WHAT? that clawed at your throat.  

“He’s out of the picture, retired, possibly forced to retire… he’s been replaced, silently, they only now released a statement to the press,” Steve spoke slowly, carefully measuring every word. “Senator Wilkins, his replacement, he’s… he’s already managed to get things moving within the week of being in the office. And…”

Steve watched you draw in a deep breath, the smallest bloom of hope springing in your heart even when you tried your damnest not to let grow, but couldn’t quite manage, because-

“-he’s got the American government to grant us all a pardon.”

You choked on an incredulous laugh, hand flying to your mouth at the absurd sound and then you realized that you did not give a damn about whether your reaction was appropriate – if there even was an appropriate reaction when something seemed to explode in your chest and chased tears into your eyes, your heart hammering against your sternum three hundred times a minute, blood rushing past your temples, your head spinning, vision turning blurry with tears.

“Are you--- are you saying-“

Steve’s warm palms framed your face softly, forehead touching yours with gentleness incarnate that only had you crying harder, your gaze swimming but not blinding you to the fact that his eyes were glassy too.

“Yeah… I’m--- if you--- I’m yours,” he choked out, a broken chuckle tickling your lips before he brushed them with his own, voice falling into a whisper you were sure you had to dream up, because it couldn’t be true, it couldn’t— he couldn’t-- fuck, you needed to breathe, but he- “If you’ll have me, if you let me, if you still want me, if-“

You grabbed his face unceremoniously and stole whatever stupid sentence he was about to follow up with with your mouth, chest pressing to his so there wasn’t an inch left between you, claiming his mouth and swallowing his sound of surprise, stupid, stupid surprise-- as if you could ever say no to that, as if you hadn’t been yearning in pure agony for him to utter those words for over two years now.

Breaking the kiss for a breath, Steve did not waste a second and pressed his lips over sensitive skin of your throat, lapping at your neck, the sensation lighting your whole body with life and bliss, a promise never made and never delivered on, drawing a sound from your mouth that was a lovechild of a whimper and a laugh and a sob, his fingers digging into your flesh at it.

“Please, honey…. ‘mega,… be mine--- I’m yours, let me be yours…”

Voice breaking at the last word, you understood; you finally understood the apprehension you had seen. His heart-wrenching plea was dripping with hope, uncertainty and hopelessness. He was genuinely unsure you’d say yes.

For all the time he could not make promises, for Steve Rogers did not speak promises he wasn’t sure he could keep, he suddenly doubted if his promise was enough.

His tongue licked at the skin over your mating gland almost shyly, a reverent kiss, inhaling your scent deeply, the ministrations alone having your hips to begin to move again of their own accord, fuelled all the more with the carnal need to reassure your alpha that he was your fucking everything and you were never letting him go ever again.

“Yes, Steve—I’m yours too, I want you to be mine-“

A growl rippled from his throat, teeth grazing your gland and whitening out your vision for a moment with mind-shattering bliss, never breaking skin but so, so so so so close, drawing a frustrated whine from your mouth, your hips buckling at the tease of your peak – and of everything you ever wanted.

He tore his mouth from your neck, wild gaze meeting yours, the look in his eyes – utter adoration and desperate desire – your true undoing.

Balancing at the edge of a cliff, a half-step from falling into ecstasy, you were so high and dizzying you thought you must have imagined him saying it.

But you did not.

“Bond me, ‘mega— you first, please-“

Your breath caught in your throat, hazy mind coming to a screeching halt.

Bond me first, he said.

Take me. Love me. Wreck me. Was what he was truly saying.

It was a vow of its own, the most profound and binding one to exist.

Bond me first. Let me be the first one to be consumed by a bond so strong it would tear me apart if I ever left you again. Bond me first; even if it’s the only bond we seal tonight. Let it be me. Let me carry the weight. I long for it. I crave it.

And you didn’t hesitate. Not with climax on the tip of your fingers and tongue alike, already tasting the delicious thin skin sheathing his mating gland.

Not after years of pain and tears and yearning.

Your teeth broke the skin, Steve’s guttural groan of all-consuming pleasure and the stutter of his hips triggering your peak, wave of bliss washing over you as you sobbed into his throat, the scent of copper sweet where it blended into him; into the scent you so desperately wished to drown in for months and months to no end.

You felt him fill you the moment his teeth sank into your flesh in return, whiting out your vision with the slightest tinge of pain and blinding ecstasy, your shout stiffened in his neck as it felt as if someone reached deep inside you and set you aflame, core spasming with another peak that had you seize in Steve’s arms.

In your alpha’s arms.

Yours, yours, yours.

You shook against him as you both rode the waves of pleasure as carnal as tender, delighted laughter and relief shaking your ribcage even as no sound came out, tears streaming down your face and his alike.

You breathed against the fervorous beats of your heart and all you could sense was him.

His affection seeping thought every cell of your body, his longing, his guilt, his violent delight piercing his very bones. He trembled against you all the same, hot tears soaking the hair on your nape, his whispers of ‘thank you’ and ‘mega breaking your heart and making you sob and laugh at once.

His unsteady hands shifted, grasping your nape and jaw and pulling you away just so he could cradle your face and see you, his heavy-lidded eyes shining even as his pupils nearly swallowed the gorgeous blue you dreamed of every night. Your lower lip trembled with the undiluted adoration in his gaze as if you weren’t an utter mess soaking not only down your thighs and his, but in sweat from exertion and overwhelm too.

You had never felt more beautiful.

Never felt more cherished.

“My omega… my beautiful, perfect omega… mine,” he murmured, lips already chasing yours before you could respond, your husky whisper of ‘my alpha’ swallowed by his demanding mouth.

It was long, long moments before you both settled enough to clean up, only to cover each other in your scents again, caring little for rolling around in sheets that were nothing short of filthy with your love; marvelling in it instead.

And in the late hours of the morning, you fell asleep once more; Steve’s large body sheeting yours from behind, lips still attached to your freshly formed bond, pulsing with content, something within you moved and transformed forever.

You felt his serene heartbeat against your back, inside you, all over you, and clutched his hand to your chest even as you suspected he could feel and hear your heart anyway.

You held him like he held you, relaxed but firm, for you were never, ever again, letting go.

S.R. masterlist  // Complete masterlist 

Title and entire fic inspired by Sen by Lucie, lyrics loosely translated below.

Thank you so much for reading! I wanted to wait but I was so excited to have finished the story early and to have been in the flow after what felt like forever 🥹 If you enjoyed, I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts 💕

I hope July has been kind to you and so will August 🥺💕

And of course, many thanks to @stargazingfangirl18 for not only hosting this challenge, but also for being such a positive presence in the fandom 🥰 hope you'll have a blast on your birthday 😍

-lyrics follow for those who are interested-

The shadows of the days and dreams are turning over and towards the hands of a dark dream that are trying to cover your eyes. Your light reveals how I know that it will come back with the new day.

The clouds are rolling the wind breaking them in halves. The shadows on your soul disperse in the gloom – like waves they leave after hours and the moon scares new shadows away.

Kaleidoscopes of butterflies carry away fears stardust is falling on fluttering leaves flaring through fire and disappear far away. Soundless steps in the celestial rhythm swing and sing to us that soon in the morning the fears get swept away.

The shadows of the days will grow old and disappear. All celestial signs are lit up by our stars that know all, and from the distance they lead us on our paths and the moon scares new shadows away.

Kaleidoscopes of butterflies carry away fears stardust is falling on fluttering leaves flaring through fire and disappear far away. Soundless steps in the celestial rhythm swing and sing to us that soon in the morning the fears get swept away.

Me realizing we’ve got nomad daddy:

It was torture; torture of the bittersweetest kind, a tease of a promise never delivered on and never as much as made. It twisted your stomach in knots, the ache of his absence, the agonizing absence of a bonding mark already flaring through you and chasing tears into your eyes, deep-bone agony you knew would come again, because you had been here before. Every single time.

Stop hurting meeeeee 😭😭😭

Well damn, Steve, that’s quite a way to say hello 👅💦

Ahhhhhhhh!!! Okay. Wait. First, the smut!!! The gorgeous, yearning, filthy smut! This was peak filth with feels and I loved every moment of it.

The angst was so heavy in this one—because they wanted eachother so badly—that I was worried you were going to make us suffer right through the end. I was expecting that call to be Steve going off to fight the Infinity War. I’m so glad it wasn’t 🥹

This is the happy ending they deserve and I hope they now get to revel in blissful delight with eachother for eternity 😌

Shockingly, it wasn’t so much sadness you felt as you realized the inevitable had happened–that your village had finally been conquered by the royal army–it was… nothing. You felt nothing at this revelation, although in the deep recesses of your mind, a quiet voice admonished that you should be ashamed for being so heartless. 

You shrugged away those thoughts, however, because there was a reason you were out in the wilderness all on your own, and had been for weeks. There was a reason why you were near delirious from hunger and dehydration, and you were as close to Death’s doorstep as you had ever been before. 

And as far as you were concerned, none of it was your fault. 

The familiar burn of anger and betrayal rose within you, making your eyes fill with furious tears as you shoved away from the tree and staggered forward, continuing your trek, as stupid and reckless as it was. 

Because you were heading straight for the enemy’s camp. 

It was senseless, you knew, dangerous, but you were so very hungry, and lured closer by the warm, comforting aroma that wafted toward you, promising something hearty and delicious to chase away the pangs of hunger stabbing through your belly. 

You had heard that the king took great care of his people–his royal army even more so–and your frazzled, hazy mind could only imagine the kind of feast they would indulge in tonight to celebrate their victory over your former people. 

The soldiers would be so lost to their revelry that it would be easy for you to just slip in and out of the perimeter of their camp. Take a small ration for yourself, a spare waterskin, too, just to keep you going, to keep you alive until you were far enough away from your village to be safe at last. 

And it was much easier to focus on this one task–find food and water–than the whole complicated and messy situation you now found yourself in. 

Your steps did not falter as you approached the edge of the camp. It had been set up in the large field on the outskirts of town, was now situated with numerous tents and horse-drawn carriages filled to the brim with supplies. 

There was one such carriage a few yards before you–left unattended–just like the crates set outside it. You could see rounds of bread peeking over the edge of the top crate, and your mouth began to water, your eyes too, as hopeful tears finally made an appearance and spilled over, streaking your dirty cheeks. 

You were too focused on the glorious food before you to realize you were no longer alone, and just as your trembling fingers gripped the crusty round of bread and pulled it free, you were grabbed from behind. 

You whimpered as you felt the cool blade of a knife beneath your chin, tipping up your frightened face as you clutched the bread to your chest and stuttered out an apology. 

“Save your sniveling,” a gritty voice snapped as a big hand closed around your arm and began to roughly steer you away from the carriage and further into the enemy’s camp. “You picked the wrong man to steal from, our fierce commander,” your captor rumbled. “And now you shall meet him and face the consequences.”

You were led to the largest tent, many a soldier’s wandering eye following your forced march, hoots of laughter and lewd taunts trailing you as you passed by. 

But you did not wilt under the attention–you would not–you had been through far too much already, and if you were to meet your gruesome fate this night, you would so with your head held high and your spine as straight as steel. 

Despite your brave thoughts, your stomach roiled with fear as you were brought before two hulking men, the leaders of the army, you assumed. They sat on a log before the fire outside their tent, talking quietly as they enjoyed their meal.

The bigger of the two had short blond hair neatly swept back from his handsome face, his shoulders as broad as you had ever seen and stretching the dark blue material of his tunic. The other man was beefier and brunette, his hair shaggy and curling over the collar of his red tunic as his dark eyes danced with amusement at whatever they discussed. 

You only had but a moment to drink them in before the man behind you roughly threw you to the ground at their feet as an introduction. To your great shock, rather than laugh or jeer like the other men had at your predicament, these two both looked disproving of your captor’s behavior. 

“Have care, you brute,” the brunette admonished. “That is no way to treat one so fair.”

“I caught her stealing a round of bread.” Your captor explained, holding the loaf aloft like it was the most damning of evidence. 

And you supposed it was. 

“Give it to her,” the blond man said calmly. 

You gaped at him, still sprawled in the dirt at his feet as your captor spoke behind you, sounding as flabbergasted as you yourself felt. 

“Come again, commander?”

“She’s clearly starving.” The commander rose to his feet, the sheer size of him making you tremble. 

You had no doubt that this man was the leader of the rest. Everything about him screamed strength, power, and authority–from the confident way in which he held himself, to the impressive sword gleaming at his hip.  

He drew closer to you, and you tried to scramble away, but with your captor at your back, you had nowhere to go and instead whimpered in fear–loathing the weak sound the moment it fell from your lips. 

“Be calm, fair one,” the blond murmured softly as he reached for you. His grip on your arm was firm but not painful as he pulled you to your feet before ushering you to the seat he himself had just vacated. Once you were sat, he pressed his own steaming bowl of stew between your shaking hands. “Eat.” 

You heard the brute from earlier huff, then turn on his heel and begin to stomp away, but the brunette beside you stayed his retreat with a terse, “Leave the round of bread for our guest.” 

And just like that, you suddenly had more food being offered to you–by the enemy–than you had eaten in weeks. 

The realization, and the shock of it all, had you going silent and curling in on yourself. You were scared, as much as you hated to admit it, even more afraid than you had been the day you had fled your homeland. 

The day you had fled for your life. 

Because now, you had foolishly gone and run straight into enemy territory. And if you thought that trying to survive on your own, with no food or shelter or anyone to help you, had been a challenge, you could only imagine what was in store for you now. 

And how ironic a fate, that in fleeing to survive, you had run straight to your doom.  

You watched warily as the army commander stepped away. He turned to his attendant who stood just outside the tent entrance, and although he kept his voice low, you could hear him request a bath be drawn for you for after you supped. 

Your face burned, because for the first time since you had left your home, you found yourself worrying about your appearance. You could only imagine how dreadful and unbecoming you looked after weeks out in the wild. 

Eyes dipping past the bowl of stew in your grip, you realized for the first time just how filthy you were. Your dress, which had once been a light gray and cream combo was now stained dark, covered in dirt and grime, and your boots were nearly worn straight through from your travels. 

Although you weren’t a true maiden–those didn’t exist in your poor village–you had always tried to take care of yourself and present well, and now that was yet another thing from your former life that you had lost.

The commander easing into the spot beside you broke you from your thoughts. As his arm brushed yours, you realized that you were now pinned between the two largest, most competent looking warriors you had ever seen.

The flare of panic was instant, and strong, and yet… you couldn’t help the curiosity that rose up within you. Trying to be subtle about it, you peeked back and forth on either side of you, amazed by the way that these two men defied what you had always been told–and imagined–about conquerors. 

They did not appear violent nor foul. In fact, they both looked freshly bathed, their clothing much finer than any you had seen before. But you supposed if they were as accomplished and victorious as you had heard about the king’s royal army, then they must want for very little, even in the field.

You glanced around the camp, observing that the other soldiers looked well-fed, their tents in very decent shape. They looked less like a crew of brutal savages and more like a noble party. 

Which only made you feel even more out of place. But you tried your best to push that aside, along with your anxiety and lingering fear, because more than anything–and most importantly–you were famished. As the incredible aroma of the commander’s stew filled your nose, your stomach gurgled loudly, causing the brunette beside you to bark a laugh. 

Cheeks warming with humiliation, you curled in on yourself, cradling the bowl to your chest as you gripped the spoon and began to shovel the stew into your mouth, forgetting your manners entirely. 

“Pace yourself, or your dinner will return before it's even settled in your belly,” the commander chided, but his voice was colored with amusement, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as he watched you peek over at him as you slowed the pace of your eating. 

“Does our guest have a name?” the brunette asked you. At your hesitation–your fear put on plain display–his gaze softened. “I am Ari, and this is Steve,” he gestured toward the blond. “He is our fearless commander, and I am his irresistibly handsome lieutenant."

The urge to laugh was strong, but you suppressed it, still untrusting of these strangers as you took a moment to chew your food. Swallowing your mouthful, you licked your dry lips before quietly murmuring your name. 

Ari echoed your name in his deep baritone, making your belly flutter for some reason, and you found yourself quickly looking away, as he asked, “What is a woman doing out in the wild all on her own?”

It was as if Ari’s acknowledgement of your circumstances–and he and Steve witnessing your desolate state–made everything more real, made it all come rushing back to you now, as fresh as when it had first happened. You felt the familiar anger and resentment flood you, but you felt a well of shame too as you admitted, “If I did not flee my home, I would have been executed.”

Steve straightened beside you, a tic popping in his jaw as he stared at you for a long, quiet moment before he shared a look with Ari. “Well, now we are quite intrigued, brave one,” he told you.

Ignoring the flutter in your chest at the endearing title, you explained yourself, feeling an unexpected sense of relief as you were allowed to tell your story–your truth–to those willing to listen. 

Even if they were the enemy.

“My betrothed,” you sneered at the mention of him, “defiled my younger sister, so I made sure he would never defile another again. His father, who had bribed my own into the forced union, called for my head for maiming his heir and ending his family line. When it was clear that none would come to my defense nor aid, not even my own kin, I ran.”

There was a long, tense moment of silence once you finished speaking. You could feel the gravity of the situation settle over you–your new burden to bear–as Steve and Ari took a moment to process your tale. 

“We are not so different then,” Ari murmured eventually, sounding impressed by you and what you had done. “Fighting to protect those we love.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “We are nothing alike. You are conquerors.”

“Conquerors to your people, protectors to ours,” Steve rebutted as you glanced over at him. The corners of his lips curled slightly as he dipped his head to meet your fierce, fiery gaze head on. “I wonder, what shall we be to you, brave one?”

There was something in Steve’s words, something intimate with a touch of impropriety, that had you shivering. That made your breath stutter and catch in your chest as you stared at him, unsure of how to respond. 

It was starting to dawn on you at that moment, that perhaps you weren’t as in danger as you had originally presumed.

Nothing in the way Steve and Ari watched you spoke of violence or ill intent. Your eyes fell to your lap, to the empty dinner bowl cradled in your hands. They had willingly fed you, shared their very own rations with you–a stranger, an exile–and shown you the type of kindness and understanding that not even your own family had been able to muster. 

After everything you had done to protect and avenge your sister.

A well of sorrow at that realization opened deep within you, making your vision swim with the onslaught of tears that you furiously blinked away. Luckily, before you could try to cobble together a response, Steve’s attendant appeared, announcing that your bath was ready. 

“Go on,” Steve encouraged softly, his big hand warming the small of your back as he used the other to take your empty bowl. “You shall have your privacy for as long as you need it.”

Once again, you found yourself staring at him in disbelief. A hot meal in your belly, and now the promise of being clean. It perhaps seemed so small a thing, but to you, right now, after everything you had endured, it was the ultimate luxury. 

The ultimate kindness. 

At the unexpected luck–not doom–that had befallen you, you finally lost the battle with your tears, a few escaping that you quickly batted away as your insides curdled with embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry, I’m just… overwhelmed,” you quavered, slowly rising to your feet, your sore and exhausted body protesting the entire time. 

You took a step before pausing, swaying on your feet as you rung your fingers before you then peeked over your shoulder. Your shy gaze darted from Ari to Steve as you whispered, “Thank you.” 

Ari gave you a big, beaming smile, and Steve? His smile wasn’t as boyish, but it was there, and it was genuine. 

And as you turned to scurry into the tent, you could feel both of their gazes on you the entire time.

You could have spent hours in your bath, well, if the water hadn’t cooled and dirtied so quickly. But by the time you emerged, you felt like a new woman. 

Just as Steve’s attendant had promised, some clothing had been laid out for you at the foot of one of the large beds that filled the space. There were two of them within the tent, as well as the bathing area behind a folding partition, and a small writing desk tucked in the corner. The ground had been covered with an array of rugs, and you took just a moment to allow your bare toes to enjoy the soft warmth beneath your feet instead of the cold, harsh earth you had grown accustomed to over the past couple of weeks.

You dried yourself with a blessedly clean towel before moving toward the clothes awaiting you. You swallowed nervously as you realized it was no more than a long, linen shirt that left your legs bare once you quickly pulled it on. And it was instant, the way you were enveloped in a familiar scent that took your tired brain a moment to realize was Steve’s.

The commander of the king’s royal army himself had let you borrow his clothing. 

Something about the gesture had your insides warming exponentially, had something deep at the core of you fluttering and clenching all at once. 

You supposed after the way your former betrothed had treated you–like a possession to own, not a person–it was flattering to be cared for by another, especially one so fearsome and powerful. 

“Are you decent?”

You startled at the sound of Steve’s voice just outside the tent, flustered now as you glanced down at yourself and saw the way the commander’s shirt both shielded your modesty but draped along your body in a way that felt all too revealing. 

“Um, yes?” you trembled the response.

Not a second later, Ari ducked into the tent, his grin big and boyish as his eyes wandered the length of you without shame. “You sounded so unsure I was hoping you were indecent,” he winked.

You could only gape after him as he moved toward the bed opposite where you stood and started to unbuckle his sword belt. 

“I assure you Ari’s brashness does grow on you,” Steve’s voice was amused as he entered the tent, watching his lieutenant fondly. “Eventually.” Turning his full attention to you, he shifted close, his gaze slowly roving over you. “Feeling better?”

“Much, yes,” you mumbled, hugging yourself tightly as you cleared your throat and stepped away. 

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you squeaked, flailing for a beat before Steve’s  hands shot out, catching your arms and tugging you upright, flush against him. 

“Careful, brave one,” he hummed, his warm breath washing over your face and making you shiver. 

Steve’s body heat began to seep through the thin shirt you wore, and you couldn’t help it as you shuddered and sank against him further, for you hadn’t been this warm in far too long. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with your actions, and you stiffened.

“Forgive me,” you stuttered, face warm as you tried to pull away, but Steve’s grip held firm. 

“No need for that,” he husked, his hands urging you closer before dipping to frame your waist and making your breath hitch. “You’ve been through so much, it is very understandable that you would seek comfort in another, and I am willing to give it to you.” Steve glanced over your shoulder, at Ari, you assumed, as he confirmed, “We both are.”

Your brain was still processing his words when you felt an undeniable heat at your back. 

“It must be lonely out here all on your own,” Ari breathed, planting his hands on your shoulders and giving them a squeeze. “Especially now with winter soon approaching, with everyone you’ve ever known calling for your head.”

Steve gently backed you into Ari, until you were effectively sandwiched between both men. “We can keep you safe, warm, well fed,” he promised. 

“Well pleasured, too,” you could hear the smile to Ari’s words as you felt them rush past your ear. 

You gasped, your face pinching as you glared up at Steve and hissed, “I am not a whore.”

“We do not claim you to be one, but… you could be ours.”

You blinked at him, uncomprehending, and Steve’s face softened. His touch on your waist shifted, until he was gently rubbing along your sides, his gesture one to soothe. 

“You are not the only one who suffers loneliness,” Steve explained. “We yearn for hearth and home and a warm body to sink into after a fierce battle has been won.”

Ari hummed his agreement, the sound a gritty rumble that had your pussy clenching hard before fluttering. His thumbs dug more deeply into your shoulders, rubbing away the tense knots beneath your skin that had built up from weeks of living in stress and terror, of running on pure adrenaline and betrayal. 

You were overwhelmed, your body feeling more alive–and hyperaware–than it had ever felt before. Although you knew you should have been repulsed by their offer, by what they wanted from you, you weren’t. 

You were flattered, and more so than that, you found yourself wanting, truly and shamelessly, for the first time in your whole life. 

But this was something in which you were not versed–not at all–and you didn’t know truly what they wanted, or what to do. So you confessed as much. 

“I do not know about…  any of this.”

“Then allow us to teach you, sweet one,” Ari whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of your throat. 

At the gentle scrape of his beard against your skin, you shuddered hard, a soft, wounded sound rising up the back of your throat–because you had never been touched like this, nor desired in such a genuine yet carnal way. 

You were wanted, by both of these lethal yet beautiful warriors.

You.

The realization made your head buzz and your body vibrate with anticipation. Yet still, you were afraid of the unknown, your voice an unsure quaver as you asked, “You would… be gentle with me?”

“We do not seek to harm you,” Steve promised, his gaze somehow both earnest and fierce as he met your own. “We seek to make you feel good.”

Ari’s voice was playful as he countered, “Although I have a sense that a fiery one like you may one day ask for a harsher touch.”

The idea alone had you squirming between them, a tickle and gush between your legs causing you to press your thighs together. 

Steve noticed your reaction, something sinful igniting in his gaze as he watched you, as he drank in your blatant yet shy desire. His hand lifted, his knuckles trailing down your cheek in the most gentle caress before his fingers caught your chin and forced your gaze to meet his. 

“May I taste these tempting lips?” 

Once again your breath hitched, and you were nodding before your brain fully processed his words. 

“Good girl,” Steve purred, making your pussy flutter wildly as he slowly leaned in. 

The first touch of his plump lips against your own had a rush of heat flooding through your body, making each and every one of your nerve endings sing as his mouth expertly moved against your own. 

Steve’s hands shifted to cradle your face, his touch as soft as the press of his lips against your own. He was being gentle with you–careful–like you were as precious and delicate as spun glass, and the fact that a revered warrior could treat you in such a way had your emotions welling up once again, as well as a new wave of tears. 

They spilled over before you could prevent them from doing so, and Steve slowly pulled away when he tasted the salt of your tears. 

“Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head so quickly that it made him smile and Ari laugh behind you and give your hips a fond squeeze. 

“No, I am sorry,” you took a breath. “I am just so overwhelmed by… all of this. But… not in a bad way.” 

“Mmm, glad to hear it, sweet one,” Ari rumbled against your shoulder, pressing a kiss there before leaning closer. “Because you have no idea what your scent does to me,” he groaned, tucking his face against the crook of your neck and breathing in deep. 

You gasped, a tiny bit scandalized but also thrilled to have such an effect on him. This was still so new for you–this kind of primal attention, being touched in this way, let alone by two devastatingly handsome strangers who seemed to want you so desperately. 

“Oh,” you mewled as Ari began to press a trail of slow, lingering, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. Your head tipped sideways to make more room for him, to encourage him, your eyes fluttering shut at his attention as your nipples pebbled into hard, achy peaks. 

As if he knew your body so well already, Steve’s hands cupped your hips, slowly gliding up your sides–learning the terrain of your body–before he was gently cupping one of your breasts in each of his hands. 

At his sinful touch, you moaned for the first time ever, arching your back on instinct to press more firmly into Steve’s grip. He rewarded you with a deep, satisfied rumble from the back of his throat, touching his lips to yours for good measure as his fingers plucked your nipples through your shirt until you were keening softly. 

“She makes the sweetest sounds,” Ari groaned, his teeth gently nipping your skin and making you whine. 

“I bet something else is just as sweet,” Steve gristled. 

That was all the warning you got before his hand was sliding beneath the tunic you wore and up your bare thigh. It shamelessly pressed its way between your legs, his knuckles caressing just as gently along your bare cunt as they had your face mere moments before. 

“S-Steve,” you trembled, unable to help it as your thighs pressed shut. 

“Shhh, let me get you ready for us, sweet one,” he whispered against your ear. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” 

You shivered as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, making a pleased sound as you released a shaky breath and spread your legs to his questing touch. 

As his fingers teased gentle circles around your clit, you made a soft, breathy sound of surprise, biting your lip and tipping your head back against Ari’s shoulder as your legs opened even wider, encouraging Steve’s sinful touch. 

“There you go,” Steve hummed, drawing his fingers up your slit. “You’re so wet and eager for us already, just like I knew you’d be.” His touch dipped lower, growing more firm, and you gasped as he eased a finger into you slowly, spreading your tight walls for the first time ever as you keened and canted your hips against his lewd invasion. 

“Let him work you open, love,” Ari cooed, banding a thick, muscled arm around your waist to keep you firmly in place as Steve explored your pussy for the first time. “Our swords aren’t the only big weapons we wield." 

You couldn’t help but snort at that, making Steve laugh and grin at you, his eyes crinkling in mirth as you dazedly met his warm gaze. As you stared into each other’s eyes he slowly fucked you with his thick finger, nostrils flaring as you squirmed and rocked against his touch eagerly. 

“I know you can take another, our brave love,” he murmured, easing a second finger in beside the first and making you whine at the unfamiliar yet delicious stretch. “You’re so tight, I know it’ll be like heaven to have you on our cocks.” 

“If we ever get to that point,” Ari nearly whined.

“I thought you enjoyed the build up,” Steve teased, exchanging a heated look with Ari over your shoulder. 

This time, Ari’s huff was wordless, his face dipping to your neck once more. You could feel how shaky his breath was as he inhaled your scent, his free hand finding your ass and giving a squeeze. 

“Perhaps we should take pity on him,” Steve said, his eyes twinkling as they met yours. 

Your mouth dropped open as he moved his fingers inside of you faster–deeper–until you were so wet that an obscene squelching noise filled the tent as you cried out and rutted against his hand, desperately seeking something you couldn’t even name. 

When Steve’s fingers suddenly retreated from your sex, you made a sound of dismay, glaring at the commander as he shot you a wink before painting your pouting lips with your own slick.

“Go on, give him a taste,” he smirked at you. Then he was moving so quickly, that between one blink and the next, you were spun around in Ari’s arms, facing him now. 

You froze at the feral state of him, at the almost predatory way in which he was watching you. He was so much bigger than you–his presence all consuming–as his dark gaze flickered to your gleaming lips.  

Ari swooped in without warning, one of his big hands moving to cradle the back of your head and keep you in place as he kissed you with a kind of ferocity that quite literally stole your breath away. 

You sank against him–helpless against his onslaught–your fingers clutching onto his tunic as Ari deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, and he groaned at the taste of you, at the way you whined and went pliant in his hold, surrendering to him completely as you desperately tried to keep up with his feral, frantic kisses. 

When he finally pulled away, you were both panting, and you knew if Ari himself wasn’t holding onto you so tightly, that you would have collapsed to the ground by now, because it felt as if all of your bones had melted. 

“Those pretty lips aren’t the only thing I want to taste,” Ari growled. 

Your eyes widened as he backed you closer to Steve’s bed. The commander himself was now leisurely undressing, his gaze smoldering as he watched Ari deposit you on the foot of the bed and tug you right to the edge as he sank to his knees. 

You didn’t resist as Ari tugged Steve’s tunic from your body, and you listened when he told you to lay back and spread your pretty legs. Despite the way it felt like your face was on fire, and you were as vulnerable as you had ever been in your life, you were excited too as Ari settled himself between your legs. 

His palms were warm and rough–heavy too–as they settled on your inner thighs. He pressed your legs as far apart as they would go, lewdly baring your pussy to his gaze. It was as exhilarating as it was mortifying that he–and Steve–could see just how wet and wanting you were. 

Ari groaned as his thumbs tugged your folds apart, and you keened as he leaned in and dragged his broad tongue up the cut of you. You thrashed against the bed as his tongue laved along your clit, giving another throaty, shocked cry of ecstasy when Ari tugged back the hood of your clit and sucked your sensitive bud between his lips.

You sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure that pulsed through you, hips writhing as Ari feasted on you without shame. He lapped at you eagerly, without relent, until your body was trembling with your first ever orgasm, and all the breath evaporated from your lungs as a result. Each and every muscle in your body seized at once as you crested the wave of ecstasy, and when Ari hummed his approval, everything inside of you fluttered and clenched as one. 

“God, look at how pretty you are when you let go,” Ari murmured, not taking pity on your boneless, dazed state as he shoved two thick fingers inside of you, and started working you all over again. 

“Ari!” you whined, trying to twist away–because it was so much–but then Steve was sitting above you on the bed, naked and giving you a soft smile and quiet tut as he gathered both of your hands in one of his before pinning your wrists above your head. 

“Let him have his fun, sweet one, he fought and won a very hard battle today after all.” 

You opened your mouth, but all that came out was a pitiful moan as Ari curled his fingers and started to rub a spot inside of you that you didn't even know existed until now. Your body arched violently as you came, so hard, in fact, that you gushed all over Ari’s hand and wrist, nearly sobbing at the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Mmm, I had a feeling,” his grin was wolfish as it flickered up the length of you before meeting Steve’s lustful gaze. “Look at how sensitive and responsive this pretty pussy is.” 

As if putting on a show, Ari’s fingers retreated from you, and he once against tugged up the hood of your clit with one hand while using the other to rub back and forth so quickly–and effectively–that you were once again orgasming hard, your body writhing and gushing as you were rocked by another wave of intense carnal delight. 

“I think I've effectively warmed her up for you, commander,” Ari grinned. He gave your puffy pussy a soft pat before finally pulling away and giving you a moment to try to catch your breath. 

“As always, your hard work and dedication are much appreciated,” Steve drawled, his voice much lower and huskier than before. 

It had your insides fluttering and standing to attention despite the way it felt as if you had lost all control over your body–your bones liquified from Ari’s feral and thorough attention.

Which is why you were somewhat relieved when Steve shifted over you, and instead of focusing all of his attention on the warm, wet place between your legs, he instead smoothed a hand over your head, lightly touching his lips to yours in a fleeting kiss. 

You blinked up at him, your gaze glossy and almost helpless in a way that had a warm smile curling his lips and something in his eyes going tender. 

Steve’s thumb traced along your cheek, his lips touching the other in another show of unexpected tenderness that had a soft sigh rising up your throat. He turned your face so he could trail his lips along the hinge of your jaw, then he was kissing his way down the side of your throat, purring his delight as you squirmed beneath him. 

Steve took his time as he touched and tasted you, almost methodical in the way he descended your body, on a different kind of quest now as he paid you gentle attention until he could see some of the tension and overwhelm ease from your frame. 

You didn’t realize you were fisting the furs at either side of you until Steve’s hands gently loosened your grip. He eased your arms up, thumbs rubbing circles into your palms until your arms went lax above your head and your eyes fluttered at yet another blessed release. 

You sank further into the bed as Steve pressed your legs apart and settled more heavily against you. It was a different kind of delight to feel his firm, naked body flush to your own. 

You realized it quite suddenly–how safe you felt despite being so out of your depth and doing something so tawdry and unknown to you, with not one but two near strangers. 

You hadn’t known Steve or Ari for long at all, but they had shown you more care and kindness in this one evening than you had received in your entire life. There was an earnestness to them, too, and even though it didn’t make sense, for some reason that you couldn’t explain–one that was more instinctual than anything–you trusted them both.

And you knew it in the deepest part of your being–that they were good men. 

So you weren’t surprised at all when Steve nuzzled his nose along your cheek, his lips seeking your ear to murmur, “Are you able to endure more tonight, sweet one? Or have you had your fill? This beautiful body of yours seems boneless and well-ravished already, and we would not take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state. Say the word, and we will leave you to rest.”

Even though you could feel how much Steve wanted you–could feel the hard, hot press of him searing into the skin of your belly–you knew that he would retreat now, and Ari too, if you requested it. 

Which only made you want them–and want to pleasure them–more. 

“I don’t want to rest now, I want more,” you replied, feeling shy but forcing yourself to meet Steve’s gaze so he could see the truth shining in your eyes. “I want you, and I want Ari, and I want you both to take what you want from me.”

“Such a greedy thing,” Ari teased as he sank onto the bed above your head, sprawling adjacent to you and Steve. 

“And if we want everything?” Steve playfully challenged, allowing his weight to sink against you completely so you could feel all of him. “Would you give it to us?”

“Yes.”

“You are a gift,” Steve husked as he slowly drew his thumb along your lower lip. “One I would covet more than anything else, even a hard-fought victory.”

You swore your heart skipped a beat at Steve’s declaration, your eyes fluttering shut as he dipped close and kissed you slowly, ardently, making sure you felt just how genuine his words were.

When he pulled away, his eyes were the darkest you had seen yet. You shuddered as anticipation raced through you as he moved a hand between your bodies, his fingers drawing along your slit, ensuring you were wet and ready for him. 

Your breath caught when he dragged his hard, heavy cock along your bare cunt, coating himself with your arousal. You squirmed as he lined himself up with your entrance, holding your breath as his hips shifted, and he slowly began to push into you. 

The whimper spilled from your lips before you could suppress it. And not so much from any true pain you felt, but from the sheer strangeness of your body being invaded in this way. 

“Relax, sweet one,” Ari murmured over you, gently petting your head. His touch shifted to your shoulder, giving a squeeze that had you sinking into the furs beneath you and going a bit more pliant. “There you are. It may hurt for a tick, but he’ll make it worth it, just wait and see.”

You knew he was right, so you tried to focus less on the temporary discomfort and more on Steve himself. How big and broad he was–how strong. How gorgeous. The way his nostrils flared when you involuntarily clenched around him, and the weight of his warm palm on your lower belly as he pressed his touch there before his thumb reached down and began to strum your clit. 

“Oh!” you gasped at the added stimulation, your thighs falling further open and your hips shifting in a way that had Steve sinking into you even more. 

He groaned loudly, and it made your pussy flutter wildly, which only made him grunt as he draped himself over you, until your head was framed between his muscled forearms as his hips finally met yours, and he settled within you to the hilt. 

“I was right,” Steve breathed as he dropped his forehead to yours. “Utter heaven.” His lips teased your own, his hips shifting slightly and making you moan at just how full you were, for the first time ever. “Alright?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. Tentatively, you reached for Steve, your hands touching his sides, feeling how soft his skin was, how warm. Your touch gently skimmed higher, and you felt a swell of pride as Steve shuddered in response, because you affected him so. 

Gently, Steve began to rock his hips, moving inside of you with shallow thrusts that had your body lighting up and desperate for me. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Steve panted against the crook of your neck, burying his face there for a beat as he gave a particularly deep rut that made you gasp. “M’sorry–”

“No! Again, please,” you whined, your fingers digging into his bare flesh more firmly as you curled your legs around his hips and urged him closer. “Please, Steve, I need… I need more.”

“Go on, commander, our girl can take it,” Ari purred, sprawling backwards and tucking his hands behind his head, getting more comfortable so he could enjoy the show. “Give it to her good.”

Groaning, Steve lifted his head to meet your gaze, swallowing hard as you nodded in encouragement. He shifted over you, planting one of his hands beside your head to give him more leverage, and then he was sliding out of you almost entirely before fully sheathing himself inside of you again with a slow, deep thrust. 

You keened in response, pleasure ricochetting through your body as you threw your head back and begged for more. 

Steve gave it to you, losing that stoic composure of his little by little, with each new thrust inside your tight, wet heat, with every one of your sweet, wrecked sounds. When his thumb once against found your clit and began to rub, you sobbed his name as you went rigid, your body bowing and jostling as Steve began to fuck you with enthusiasm. 

His free hand slid to your side, then beneath you, lifting your body against his in a way that had his cock delving into you deeper, and at the perfect angle. With each rut of his hips, you cried out in delight, shoving against him desperately–shamelessly eager for more–until everything inside of you detonated at once, your body trembling and writhing as you found your release. 

Steve hissed as you clenched around him hard, setting you back down against the bed so he could frame your hips with his large hands and hold you steady as he pounded into you, chasing his own release now. He gave a wordless shout as he reached his climax, throwing his head back, lost to his own bliss as he buried himself as deep inside of you as possible and throbbed within you, until your cunt was flooded with his warm, creamy seed. 

Panting, Steve sank to his hands and knees, hovering over you for a long moment as you gasped for breath beneath him. You couldn't help it as you reached for him, trailing your fingers up the flexed muscles of his forearm, his bulging bicep, until your touch was cradling his smooth cheek and aiming his dark, satisfied gaze your way. 

He stared at you for a beat before nearly lunging at you, his lips almost frantic against your own as he cupped your cheek and kissed you in a way that was almost as filthy as what the two of you had just done together. 

“You’re incredible,” Steve breathed against your lips. Stealing a final parting kiss before slowly pulling away. His smile was soft as you struggled to meet his gaze, his fingers falling to briefly lace with your own and give a squeeze before he shifted away. 

You enjoyed the sight of Steve’s naked body flexing and moving as he crossed the tent to clean himself up, and before you could fully pout as he disappeared behind the privacy partition, Ari was reaching for you. 

You squealed at just how easily he manhandled you as he rolled you onto your belly and hovered over your back for a moment. 

“I have a very specific way I want you, sweet one,” he rumbled against your ear, giving it a nip and laughing at your squeak. 

He gave your ass a soft spank before tugging you up onto your knees, but when you tried to get your hands beneath you, too, he tutted, big hand collaring the back of your neck and giving a squeeze that made you go still. 

“No, like this,” he murmured, pressing your face back down into the furs beneath you, until your sweaty cheek was against the bed, and your pussy was fluttering at the lewd position you were now in–your ass up and on full display as Ari moved behind you. 

His hands smoothed over the bare curve of your ass, gripping both your cheeks and making you jiggle in a way that had your face flooding with heat, but your pussy gushing too. 

“You are the embodiment of temptation,” he husked, pressing your legs further apart to make room for his massive body. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cock.” 

“Then do it,” you blurted, making Ari bark a laugh. 

“Brat,” he chuckled, giving your ass another smack and earning a moan from you for his effort. “Oh, we will definitely explore that more another time.”

Your belly fluttered at the sinful promise–at the fact that he was thinking of you as part of his future–but then all thoughts in your mind seemed to evaporate as you felt the thick, spongy head of Ari’s cock press against your drippy hole. 

His groan as he slowly pushed into you was loud and shameless and made your cunt flutter up a storm. You moaned as he pressed into you even deeper, taking his time to fill you up, his breath coming out in a harsh pant once he bottomed out and made you keen in the process. 

“Fuck,” he gritted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he gave a rut that had him somehow sinking into you even deeper. 

“Divine, isn’t she?” Steve gristled as he sauntered back into sight and perched on the side of the bed closest to you. He was still naked, his cock no longer gleaming with a combination of both your cums, but half-hard again already. 

His fingers touched your cheek, and you mewled, your lips parting on a harsh gasp as Ari began to really fuck you. 

“She is,” he grunted as he drove into you hard, groaning as you keened softly and clenched around his cock like a fist. “A gift, just like you said, our gift, all ours,” he babbled as his head fell forward, chin touching his chest as he lost himself to his pleasure. 

“I’ve never seen him so undone,” Steve grinned at you, gaze soft as your lashes fluttered and you tried to fight against the urge to close your eyes and surrender to your bliss. 

But Steve painted such a tempting picture, his body gleaming in the afterglow, his cheeks still a bit ruddy, and his hair flopping over his forehead. But it was the warmth in his gaze as he watched you that had you whining in a different kind of desperation as you reached for him, needing to touch him, to feel him, even as Ari unraveled you entirely. 

“Look at how sweet and needy you are,” Steve teased, meeting your outstretched fingers with his own and twining them together. His face grew more serious as he ducked closer to you, eyes blazing with determination as he told you, “From here on out, you will want for nothing.”

“Do you mind?” Ari huffed, groaning as his pace slowed and he shoved into you hard, lingering in your delectable warmth. He half-heartedly glared at Steve, but you could hear the tinge of amusement to his words as he said, “Save your sweet promises for after I’ve fucked her. You’ve already had your turn. Now it’s mine.”

Laughing, Steve raised his hands in playful surrender, giving your head a final pet before leaning down to kiss your cheek. “And you want Ari to fuck you, too, don’t you, sweet one? You want him to fill you with his seed, just like I did, huh?”

“Yes!” you gasped, fluttering at the thought of feeling it again–being flooded with the warmth of another’s pleasure, from you. “Please! Please, Ari.”

“You heard her, lieutenant," Steve purred, shifting so he could recline on the bed above you. He gave Ari a cheeky smile over your head. “Fill her with your cream. She’ll look so pretty leaking both our cum out of that tight well-fucked hole of hers.”

“Christ,” Ari gritted. 

You moaned as you felt his cock throb inside of you at Steve’s words, your eyes slamming shut as Ari gripped your hips and started to rut into you wildly. 

He had enough presence of mind to dip his hand beneath your body and work your clit, moaning as you came with a shaky cry of ecstasy and pulsed around his cock as your own pleasure swept you away. 

“Take it,” Ari snarled, curling over your back and completely blanketing your body with his as he hammered into you. The obscene sound of your pussy squelching each and every time his cock drove into you filled the tent, but it was the gravelly, wrecked state of Ari’s voice as he chanted, “Take it, take it, take it, every last drop,” as he fucked you that had your body trembling with one last orgasm, and it finally tipped Ari over the edge, too. 

He moaned into your shoulder as he came, burying himself as deep inside your cunt as he could. You could feel his cock swell before he was flooding you with his spend, and you moaned brokenly as the squelching grew louder. Your cheeks warmed as you felt his cum–and your own, and probably Steve’s too–leaking out around Ari’s cock as he gave a few final thrusts before finally going still. 

He was breathing harshly, his body as slick with sweat as your own and plastered to you, but it was a strange sort of comfort, being with Ari in the aftermath, feeling him as undone as you were, and sharing this moment with him. 

You couldn’t help but smile, giving a tired giggle as Ari muttered, “You’re an angel and a devil all rolled into one.” You hummed in agreement as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, pouting as he carefully pulled away from you, then out of you, before sinking back on his haunches. 

He gave an appreciative whistle as he watched the sizeable gush trickle out of you, and when you gave a huff and tried to roll away, he grabbed you, easily holding you in place with one hand while he used the other to scoop up the evidence of your debauchery and shoved it back inside you, laughing as you squealed. 

“Who’s the brute now?” Steve admonished, swatting Ari away from you before gently easing you onto your side. “I hope you’re prepared to deal with his nonsense, it’s endless.”

Your smile was tired but amused as your gaze flickered from Steve to Ari, who flopped down on the bed beside you, looking very chuffed and shameless as his sticky cock softened against his thigh. 

Steve caught the direction of your gaze, and he smirked at you, chuckling as you whined softly before burying your face into the furs to hide. “I can’t tell if you’re eager for more or appalled at the messy state of him.”

“I’d wager both,” Ari snickered. 

You felt the bed shift, and after a moment, Steve’s touch was on your back, gentle and reassuring as he leaned over you. “Let me clean you up before you sleep.”

You didn’t resist as he did just that, your belly swooping at the extreme care with which Steve wiped the mess from between your legs. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, struggling to keep your eyes open, but glad you caught a glimpse of Steve folding the cloth over and tossing it at Ari. 

“Make yourself decent or you’ll be sleeping by yourself tonight,” he chided with exasperation. 

“Why don’t you come over here and clean me yourself, commander?” Ari grinned wickedly, waggling his eyebrows as he caught your sleepy gaze and winked, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

He laughed as your eyes widened and you peeked between the two of them, pressing your thighs together as the thought of them being intimate–without you–made your insides swoop and spark with a new and different kind of heat. 

Steve just shook his head, seeming more amused than anything as he went around the tent and blew out the few lanterns keeping the space alight. Leaving just one nearby glowing softly, he carefully climbed into bed beside you, smoothing a hand over your head as you snuggled into his side. 

A beat later, you felt the bed shift as Ari moved closer, pressing himself flush to your back. His lips found your bare shoulder, planting a soft kiss against your skin before his hand drifted to rest at your hip, making you feel enveloped completely. 

And safer than you had felt in a very long time. 

You felt the kind of safety that, just a couple of weeks ago, you would have thought impossible, especially for you, especially after everything.

But you were experiencing it now, genuinely, despite all that had led you here this night, and the revelation had you softly murmuring, “Protectors.”

“What’s that, brave one?” Steve hummed, his fingers trailing along your cheek as you sleepily blinked over at him. 

“To me, you shall be protectors,” you elaborated, answering his question from earlier in the evening.  “Although I dare say you have both conquered my body and claimed it as your own.”

“Then for you, and you alone, we shall be both,” Steve smiled, tweaking your nose and making you smile. 

“And we shall watch over our new favorite territory as you rest now, sweet love,” Ari rumbled at your back, his voice thick with sleep as he gave your hip a gentle squeeze before burying his face against your neck and going still. 

Giving a sigh of content, you allowed your tired eyes to drift shut at last. It wasn’t long at all before you finally fell asleep–warm, wanted, and well protected–your heart aglow with hope and the deep knowing that a life on the run, or alone in the wild, was no longer something you needed to worry about. 

Not anymore.

And not ever again.

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Please stick to the CE characters listed below, and no RPF.

Reader insert stories only. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics. (FYI: I personally don’t read daddy kink, mommy kink, spit kink, lactation kink, harsh degradation, dumbification, or anything focusing on health/illnesses/medical details/scenarios.) 

Please include warnings as needed for explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

Odds & Ends:

Each writer can submit a maximum of 3 stories.

Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

Writers can also submit a Superior AI Custom Order but please keep it to one submission per person.

You do not need to write smut, I know it’s not everyone’s jam. 

I reserve the right to not read or reblog anything that makes me uncomfortable.

Writing Challenge Babes & Prompts

BABES

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bryce Langley

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lloyd Hansen

Pete Brenner

Ransom Drysdale

Reverend Drew

Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)

Steve Rogers

PROMPTS

Pick at least 1 prompt. You can pick more than 1, and you don’t need to claim prompts:

SCENARIOS:

Being a predatory babe’s prey (in a sexy way, not a hungry way lolll)

Sweet and/or Vulnerable!Reader x Scary!Hot!Babe

Being blackmailed by someone unlikely 

Scary babe is only soft with you

Commitment phobe!babe is high key obsessed with you

A titillating encounter with a monster!babe

You’re an actual human disaster, but soft!dark babe finds it charming

Emotional constipation

Making a deal with the devil

Meet!oops or fail

Sacrificing yourself to a dangerous babe to save someone else

Being betrayed by someone you trust

DIALOGUE:

“I was just going to punish you, but now? Now I’m going to annihilate you.”

“Oh my god, how can someone be so fucking oblivious?!”

“You have no idea what your scent does to me.”

“That’s it! I’m done! No more adulting, no more responsibilities, no more anything! We’re just going to lay here and cuddle and hide from the rest of the world.”

 “You picked the wrong man to steal from.”

“I have no idea what the future holds, but what I do know is that I want you by my side for every second of it.”

“I’ve never had someone so innocent, but by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be as corrupted as me.”

“Did you just… propose to me?”

“You know I reward loyalty and good work, and I thought she would make such a sweet, pretty gift.”

“Please, just give me one more chance. I know I can be better, for you. I would do anything for you.”

“The only thing you have to offer that’s of any interest to me is that sweet, warm place between your legs. So strip and show me just how badly you need my help.”

“I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but we really need to talk.” 

KINKS:

Breeding kink (non-pregnancy version)

Size kink

Praise kink

Somnophilia

Prone bone

Squirting

Manhandling

Oral sex (f receiving)

Anal play/sex

Overstimulation 

Monster fucking 

Creampie

TROPES:

Omegaverse

Mob AU

Good girl x bad boy

Biker AU

Delulu babe or Reader

Mercenary AU

Human disaster!Reader or babe

Conqueror AU

Friends to lovers

Sugar daddy/baby AU

Guard dog!Babe

CEO AU

🎉 PARTY FAVORS (AKA SUBMIT YOUR SUPERIOR AI CUSTOM ORDER) 🎉

Rules for Submission:

Submissions will only be accepted during the event dates of August 15-18. Those sent before or after those dates will be discarded. 

You must submit your order by sending me an ask that answers the questions below.

There is a limit of 1 submission per person (please respect this limit, even if you request on anon; I don’t want to be overwhelmed or stressed).

Odds & Ends:

If you’re new to my Superior AI verse, you can check it out here.

Even if your babe of choice isn’t an AI in my verse, you can still request them for your custom order. Think of these resulting drabbles as AU :) 

I may not get to every submission within the event timeframe, but I’ll try my best to answer all of them eventually, so please be patient.

Submit Your Superior AI Custom Order Form

Send me an ask with the following info, and I will write a (likely AU) Superior AI verse drabble starring the CE!babe of your choice! I’ve written these questions in one paragraph to make it easier for you to copy/paste, but you can space them out when you send your ask. Thank you! 

Superior AI Custom Order Request: 1) Your CE!babe of choice (If you’d rather I pick the babe for you, let me know). 2) What are the top 3 reasons why you are ordering an AI? 3) Soft, soft!dark, or dark? 4) Smut or no smut?

Thank youuu. But also, happy birthday to me 🫠 lolll.

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Tagging some fellow hoes who may be interested or want to signal boost the event, no pressure though! (Sorry if I forgot anyone, I’m awful at tagging lol.) ❤️

You look between him and the circle rack of dresses with various floral designs. You’re overwhelmed by the options. You can’t remember the last time you picked something for yourself. You just got a bag of clothes no one wanted and sifted through it.

“I don’t… know. What about you?” You ask.

Frank chuckles and lets go of the silver streak in his black beard. He rubs his nape as he tilts his head. “I don’t know if it’s obvious but I’m not much for fashion, sug.”

You hum and bite the inside of your lip. You ponder the variety of daisies, roses, and tulips.

“Whatcha favourite colour?” He asks.

You shrug. “I guess… I can’t choose. Green? Or dark purple?” You sway nervously.

“Mm, bet ya look nice in those. What about…” He steps closer to the rack and slides around some hangers. “Errr. Isn’t that funny?” He takes out a dress with white backing and little ladybugs all over it. “Like them boxes you painted.”

You cross your arms and shrug.

“If you don’t like it–” He drawls.

“I love it but… it’s white. It’ll get dirty.”

“So? We’ll get you another.” He grins. “Nothing wrong with a bit of dirt.”

“But… no. Maybe…” You turn to the rack and grab a pale green dress with carnation like petals all over it. You don’t realise until you pull it all the way out the straps are so thin. “This is a nice colour.”

“Any colour will be nice on you.” He says. “I’m gettin’ the lady bugs, honey. You can’t stop me.”

You purse your lips. “Is it a lot…” You go to check the tag and he pulls the dress away from your grasp. “Ah, you don’t worry.” He plants his hand on the rack and faces it. “What’s your size?”

“Frank.”

“Sugar,” he grits back. “We gotta get you what you need. Shoes, sweaters, maybe a nice hat, underwear—” He swallows and snorts. “Well, I’ll let you tend to that one. Don’t wanna be… weird.”

“Um… yeah.” You cough. “I… well, do you want to pick out some dresses and I’ll find that?”

“You don’t wanna choose?”

“It’s okay. I’m not picky.”

“You should be.” He sniffs and picks out a short checkered thing with cherries here and there. “Tell me what you want, it’s yours.”

“I’m good. Promise. I’ll just… look.” You sidle away cautiously then turn.

You search around the department store and find the night wear section. Your heel throbs the more you walk around. You can feel the bandage slipping too.

There’s a basket of discount cotton panties. Some high-rise, others boy shorts. You pick out neutrals; grey, white, black, brown.

Six is enough and it’s within the sale price. You fold them in your hands and turn, nearly tipping over in surprise. Frank’s right behind you, with the basket and a hanger in hand. He shows you a sleep set in a really blue with orchid flowers printed on it. The top and shorts are both tiny.

“Whatcha think? Some ‘jamas?” He says.

“Oh?” You quickly tuck the underwear into the basket. “I guess. Maybe…” You glance around.

“Gets hot in the trailer. But maybe we can find something to help.” He offers and drops the skimpy pajamas in the basket. He’s just being nice. Like he said, he doesn’t know what he’s looking for either.

“Okay.” You agree thinly.

He grunts. “Well, I got a few things. Should be enough. I hope. I dunno.” He growls then fixes his gaze on you. “Not that you don’t look good in my shirt.”

You look down and give a brittle laugh. “Oh yeah. Thanks.”

“All good, sug. I was hoping, you got an artsy eye, I need to dress up the trailer a bit. Maybe you can help me with that.” He says.

“Oh, I’ll try…”

“Maybe I should grab a cart, huh?” He looks at the basket.

“Sure, uh…”

“I’ll meet ya up by the home stuff. How’sat?”

“Okay.” You agree again. If you just do what he says, he can’t start to hate you right.

He pats your shoulder before he goes. You turn slowly, favouring your uninjured foot, and set off, reading the overhead signs denoting the various sections of the store. HOME seems to be where you’re headed.

You go down the wide aisle and move away from other shoppers with carts, others with whining children. You dip down into an aisle with shelves and shelves of pillows and cushions. You try not to look two out of place and admire a daisy shaped cushion.

“That one?” The pillow floats off the shelf and you turn to Frank as he drops it into the cart.

“What? No! You don’t have to–”

“Wanna.” He leans on the handle of the cart. Somehow, he still feels giant to you. “I like it.”

“Frank.”

“Sugar,” he counters you again. “Need a soft blanket to wrap you up in, don’t we?”

“Hm? Oh. No. I’m okay.”

“Yeah, slept okay in the bed? Wasn’t too rough?” He asks.

“No. I… it was fine.”

“I tell ya, the couch wasn’t fine,” he pushes his shoulders back until you hear a crack.

“Sorry!”

“Nah,” he chuckles. “You know, I can sleep through a stampede.”

“Yeah, but… I could’ve been on the couch.”

“That ain’t right. That’s not how ladies should be treated.”

“Mm. I guess.” You look down. “Thank you, Frank. But… I don’t know.”

You slouch and limp past the cart, down the row of pillows. He rolls the cart after you. You stop and lift up your injured foot.

“How you feelin’? You’re walking all shaky.” He says.

“I’m okay. I just… have to go slow.”

“It’s a nasty cut you got yourself.” He insists as he stands straight. “You should rest it.”

“I’m okay.” You repeat. “I don’t wanna ruin the day.”

“Ruin? Never.” He steps around the cart. “Nah, you gotta take it easy.”

Before you can react, he scoops you up, like the night before. You yipe and he angles you down into the cart, right onto the dresses and the cushion. 

“Got room for all of ya.” He says as he pets your hair. “Ain’t goin’ home without the most important thing on the list.”

He grins and steps behind the cart again. He pushes it as you sit up and grip the edge of the cart.