tags:dark prisonguard!steve rogers, eventual hint of bucky x reader too, strong NONCON elements, oral sex (fingering), abuse of power/authority, eventual implications of manipulation
a/n: i did not intend for this mini-series to be a stucky x reader (i dont write for bucky), but i had to for the plot. omg ok so i dedicate this to @imdarkinme – my savior, my inspiration, my everything, my reason for writing dark fics. I LOVE YOU BABE. THIS ONE IS 4 U. NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING U (nd ur fics) <3
When your closest friend had called you one night stating that you were one of the most wanted persons in the city, you honestly thought of it as a prank. You could remember those moments so vividly. And honestly, you could just wish for a rewind in time as you never would have seen what was to come later on.
"I swear, your name is all over the newspapers–”
The worry in her voice was so strong. Natasha had awoken you and did not hesitate on blaring at you about the news she had just discovered, specifically about you.
“You’re actually fooling me by saying you still read those?” Your voice was still groggy as you tried to sit up straight to prevent yourself from falling asleep during mid-conversation.
“This isn’t a joke! I’m not trying to make you laugh I swear to god,” she asserts while consistently keeping the mood and tone of the conversation.
You cocked your head to the side, positioning your phone between your ear and shoulder. Your fingers were gently wiping circles around your eyes as your vision was still adjusting. For a moment you contemplated on switching on your lamp alongside, but eventually you did after realizing that your friend seemed to have no plans on ending the stunt she was pulling on you.
“Look I’m trying to be serious here–”
“I’m trying to get some sleep here, Nat.” Your tone came off a bit rude, cranky even, but both of you knew it was not intentional.
Hence, Natasha just disregards your tone off and continues, “I’m seeing your full name and even your picture in the paper, clear as day. There is not a doubt, that you’re the person they’re looking for.”
“Why would I be committing any crimes when I’ve been working in the coffee shop almost every weekdays to pay my rent for the least.” You scoffed, clearly not seeing any logical reason behind everything she had been telling you, “Hell, I’m struggling to put anything in my fridge but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to rob a bank or murder someone, okay?”
“God, I don’t know either, Y/N. I do believe you, I really do,” she calls out, “but what I do know is that the bureau is searching for your ass right now and we have to do something because they don’t seem to be easier to convince than me!”
There was a long pause afterwards. You were just so sleepy and out of a decent state of mind. You did not know how to react to it, probably not even comprehending any of what you just heard as there was not even a hint of horror or worry in your voice.
Merely, you just stared in front of you, glaring at the plain beige-colored wallpapers, with lips slightly agape and eyelids exceedingly droopy. If Natasha could only see your eyes looking completely exhausted right now, you were so sure that she would cut the act and leave you to finally get some sleep again.
Eventually, your friend spoke up again to break the wearisome conversation. “Sweetie, I’m so worried for you.”
“Are you crying? You’re very cute, you know that?” you say followed by a yawn. “Wish you did this prank tomorrow morning, I feel like you would’ve definitely gotten a better reaction from me. I’m sorry you didn’t get the reaction you were looking for tonight.”
“I’m not kidding, please, would you just listen to me.” Again, another loud sigh could be heard from her at the other end of the call, “God, if you search it up online I swear you’re going to find your name somewhere there. Don’t be so stubborn, I’m just looking out for you!”
“I’m too tired,” you honestly answered her. It must have been the lack of sleep, but the filter in your tone just was not enough to express enough sympathy to her. “Please I just need to get some sleep, Nat.”
“I’ll still be seeing you tomorrow, right?” Her voice broke a little, seeming as if she was on the edge of breaking down or crying. During that moment, you could applaud for how good of an acting she had been doing for you. Considerably, that might have been one of her best performances yet – or so you thought.
Nevertheless, you wanted to joke about her entire stunt, but you really were too tired to make something out of it.
The corner of your lips slightly curved into a soft smile. “I promise you’ll see me tomorrow. While you’re at it, you can tell me that you told me so if the Federal starts knocking at my door.”
You made that joke granting that you were not holding anything ahead of you. It was an innocent line that you thought could have gone better and lighten up the mood.
“Y/N, please, I–”
“Good night, Nat.” You could only stay awake for so long at this point. Your eyelids were sealed shut and you were seconds away from falling back against your soft mattress.
God that was stressful, though it could have gone worse and longer. How in the world did Natasha even think of that kind of prank on you or any of her other friends, you thought.
Dropping your phone beside and hearing a thump afterwards, you reach for the switch of your lamp. With one flip you were finally surrounded by the calming darkness again and left you to your peaceful slumber.
That was pretty much what you could recall before your entire world was turned upside down. Those were your moments before everything in your life had lead to a complete disaster. You honestly wished you could have done better, maybe even listened to Natasha.
You pondered what things could have turned out to be if you were not so sleepy and ignorant that night. Oh, could you honestly just pray that this was just a nightmare you still have not awoken from – dreading that you were still in that deep sleep you have been longing after that phone conversation with your best friend.
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And now, you were standing inside the courtroom with your useless lawyer beside you.
There were dozens of people behind where you sat. You could feel their strong and deadly gazes directing and stabbing you right into your back, but you could care less. The only thing that had you on the edge of your seat was the judge and the jury located in front of you as they were the ones who got to decide whether you plead guilty or not.
For days, you have discussed this and tried to reason out how completely innocent you were. You tried to gather witnesses as much as you could. But as a woman who was seen as nobody, it was pretty fucking hard and you were regretting to ever reject any interaction other people had offered with you for these past weeks.
You were framed. However, only you, and hopefully Natasha, knew that completely.
Even your relatives and former friends showed signs of doubt and it had honestly crushed your poor soul into more pieces. It fucking broke your heart. How could these people even think twice upon hearing that you have been subjected to robbery and assault?
Without any connections or enough funds, you were sure to go downhill from here. You were not given a proper lawyer with this case, feeling rigged as ever with the justice system of your country.
And sadly, from the looks of it, you seemed to be at boiling water. Every statement against you had been totally unreasonable and it was frustrating enough that you could not defend you and your dignity properly. You deserved so much more than what you were getting right now.
All you could do was close your eyes and suck in everything they have been throwing at you – the judge, juries, and for sure the media. Bastards.
Eventually, the moment everyone else had been waiting for had to arrive. You knew what was about to come from the judge’s mouth. Though, there was this tiny bit inside of you that pleaded for any turn of events, even so a miracle, to happen for the least.
There was a tear rolling down from your cheek as you looked down and stared at the wooden table. You kept both your hands intertwined and underneath it while trying to hide yourself from everything and everyone surrounding you.
You hear the judge strike the wooden gavel against the surface of the table three times, calling the attention of everyone as he was about to give out the order. Your heart beat raced rapidly as your fate was seconds away from being determined.
“The sentence for the citizen, Y/N Y/L/N, for the acts which are reproached to her is one year of imprisonment.” The declaration was widely straightforward, nothing more or less.
You could hear the gasps and other reactions of the audience. There was an amount of noise from the crowd, most of them calling out for your name as they seem to be wanting to throw questions at you, but you did not want to face any of them, especially the media.
Your hands were getting shaky and you were trying your best not to break down into tears. You released your interlaced fingers and made them into a fist, trying to bury your nails into the skin of your palms hoping that the pain would distract your from the sorrow you have yet to face.
There was nothing you could do as the final decision has been done.
Moreover, just as you thought you were slowly accepting the discriminatory ruling of the courtroom, your fear accelerated further while watching two guards emerge from the corner of the room. They were built like bodyguards, if not even more intimidating, as their expressions remained stoic.
They could have walked over to you within seconds, but during that moment you could honestly feel your entire world slow down. You just wanted to stop time, or rewind it even better, for the fear of what was awaiting for you.
Prison was not a place you had been expecting to be in a year ago. Hell, you never expected it even when your best friend told you two nights before. The Maldives or Bahamas would have been somewhere you were planning to go to rather. That was definitely in your bucket list.
Nonetheless, terror went through your system as those two guards had stood on either sides of you. They did not waste a second on grasping either of your arms also, them making sure you were secured and unable to make any movements as they proceeded to put your hands behind your back. The metal handcuffs were expected afterwards, feeling it tighten around your wrists prior to hearing it lock.
You barely could move your wrists apart for even the slightest millimeter.
Their hands slid between your body and your arms, tugging you to stand up and signaling you to follow them. Obviously, you did not want to cause any more of a scene unless you wanted to look more suspicious than you already were deemed to be.
“Follow us,” one of them instructed as they escorted you slowly out of your seat.
As you stood up and steadily made your way to the corner where they had emerged from earlier, you took one last look behind your back. You just wanted to see everyone making a fuss about your case, never mind whether it be positive or negative.
“I really didn’t do it,” you plead.
“I believe in your innocence, Y/N!” A familiar voice cried out.
It might have been a regretful action, but as you looked back, you immediately spotted Natasha just a few seats away from the front. Her newly dyed blonde hair stood out from you as she also wore a formal attire to your hearing. She had misery written all over her face and you could honestly feel her being remorseful.
That was pretty much the last thing you saw in the place that held you guilty and up for prison for crimes you were far from executing. You were not sure whether to be grateful or not with that memory.
Both doors closed behind you and before you knew it, you heading out of the building with dozens of people with microphones and cameras directly pointed at you.
None of them get to have any second of your time though. You could see as they tried to make their way to the edge of the aisle where the staff had given way for you to walk on. You were greeted with so many reporters that you felt so claustrophobic for that moment, even so close to fainting from the unfamiliar set up.
It was tragic to hear them calling you a criminal. Nothing else could replay in your mind than your name and that word being put next to each other. You could not imagine that happening even in your next lifetime.
“Get inside,” the man instructs as you have seemed to zone out despite all the attention you have been receiving. Your own thoughts have become more deadly that you were close to making it as a pathetic form of an escape. “Christ, we said get inside the car, lady.”
Finally you did, bending over modestly to be able to make your way inside the backseat of the police car. As you got inside, you spot the wired barrier between where you sat and the front area of the driver and passenger seats. It reeked of cigarettes inside and all you could think about was wanting to throw up.
You were still cuffed from behind and as you got to take a seat inside, one of the guards roughly slammed the car door. You bounced in your seat due to sudden shock and harshness over you, but you might as well need to get used to this kind of treatment.
You glanced at the window, seeing people still trying to make their way to get a good view of you. You could hear and see the flashes of cameras going on at you and all you could show now was a face of dejection, not sparing the moment to cry further.
No doubt your entire body and system were still ridden with fear. But with what you had just experienced in court, you were so doubtful anyone could help you or make the superiors change their mind on what they had sentenced you with.
It was repulsive and unfair to see people like that walk freely in their consciousness, in spite of them not being entirely sure if the person they have sent to prison was really at fault.
The sound of the car engine roaring as the cop has started it up interrupted you from your overwhelming thoughts. It was then that you had to accept that you were being transported to jail, a maximum facility to be exact – because somehow they found robbery to be more deadly than the others.
You saw the unfamiliar faces on your window swiftly pass from sight as the car drove away. God, this was terrifying.
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They made you change into those prisoner jumpsuits but instead of it being the typical color orange, it was in a very lighter shade of pink, even so being close to white. The color deemed so pure and innocent yet the place you were going to be held captive seemed the opposite of it.
The penitentiary did not look welcoming at all either. It had not reached even the least bit of your standards, expecting them to look like psychiatric hospitals since it was rumored to hold people who were convicted of serious crimes – not that you actually did so anyway.
Instead, it was grimy and disgusting. You were close to assuming they barely take care of the place at all.
You were helpless either way. There seemed to be no luck for you as another pair of guards were awaiting for you to finish changing your clothes. You were buttoning it up as you could hear their voices, “Hurry up, lady! The captain doesn’t like waiting for too long.” Making you panic even more, fumbling for your casual clothes that had dropped on the filthy tiled floor.
“S-sorry!” You mewled, still frightened about the flow of events.
Like always, they escorted you out, making sure to cuff both your wrists before positioning themselves on either sides of you. You could honestly just tear up again, realizing all too well now that they were treating you like one of the biggest criminals in town, when in fact, you could not even hurt a fly.
They guided you through a corridor, expecting to see cell jails with metal bars acting as a barrier. Alternatively, you were greeted with bulky gray metal doors that had a small sliding widow situated in the middle, which you assumed was for food only.
It was probably for the best, you could not imagine how scary the convicts looked behind those doors, or maybe they were also like you - incapable yet falsely incriminated.
A knee had kicked against the side of your leg, causing you to let out a short screech. “Jeez, could you walk any slower? Stop whining and zoning out.” The man’s voice echoed.
You unsteadily nodded, following the orders and focusing straight at your front. It was then after a few more resentful steps before the three of you took a turn, coming to face a wide door.
As you approached closer, you could discern the amount of dirt that had accumulated on it. It looked rusty and old, probably have not been improved nor modernized at all, which definitely gave off raw middle aged vibes with their prisons and such.
The guard unbolted the large latches at its side. He dragged it open all the while creating a strong high-pitch, horrifying sound which resonated throughout the hallway.
The first thing you had noticed was a man positioned in front of the room. He presented directly in front, looking comfortably seated while awaiting for your presence. There were at least three guards that stood surrounding him, each keeping their distance as they acted as a barricade. You supposed that the man in front was the captain they had been highly speaking of.
You stood at the threshold without even realizing that you were unable to move. The guards did not you so kindly this time, consequently feeling a strong hand over your shoulder and another one behind you. One of them practically shoved you in front, leaving you plummeting against the ground as your legs quivered still under fear.
Alongside, a commanding voice rang through your ears, stating to make your greetings with respect to their higher-up.
While your legs felt paralyzed, your head and mind were still intact. You were looking at the ground feeling shy to even gaze at the man who assuredly sat in front of you. The only thing you could get a glance on was his polished black shoes, looking very expensive and well taken care of.
Moreover, you saw the tip of his shoe extend right towards your face. Within a blink of an eye, you felt the leather under your chin, pressing against it and subtly tilting your head upwards to look up and finally face him.
The first few words you could make up were along the synonyms of beautiful. You had no words nor did you expect yourself to be engrossed by his looks.
Unlike the other guards who wore the typical uniform, he wore a more formal looking one. He had a white suit and black tie underneath. Along with it was his sleek black long-sleeved coat that was personalized with badges, stars, a name tag, a belt, and a rope at the side. All of those designs were silver in color which beautifully contrasted with the rest of his dark uniform.
His blond hair was neatly brushed back with a police hat faintly slanted and placed on top. His uniform was pressed precisely too, making him look perfect for the role he was reported to be. However, despite his attractive bodily aura, he kept a deadpanned expression which does not help upon calming your nerves.
So far you still felt like you were in deep trouble.
“3077,” he asserts. His voice was forceful without any hints of delay. “That’s what you’ll be called here.”
You were still a trembling mess, lips ajar over each other while staring with blank thoughts. You were unaware that you were staring at the man for a while already. He does not flinch or react either, merely dragging his shoe away from under your chin and moving towards the side of your cheek.
The side of his shoe repeatedly taps on your skin which catches your attention and interrupts another of your daydreaming sessions. “Answer, 3077!”
“Y-yes!” You whimpered under him.
“Good.” He vaguely nods,
“I’m Steve Grant Rogers, the chief security guard here,” He introduces himself while still having a foot in contact with your face, “Starting today, three o’clock in the afternoon, you will be my responsibility.
He continues on, using his foot to tug your face. Your upper body was leaning in front with hands still cuffed behind you and all you could do was listen, stare, and nod at him. “You must obey absolutely what I say until you earn your freedom, do you understand?”
Even the slightest pause was unacceptable for him, “Answer!”
“Yes!”
“I suppose you already know before they sent you here, but ever since the year 2030, this has become a maximum security prison…”
“And you’re the only woman among the rest of the prisoners here,” he explains. A subtle smirk turns onto the ends of his lips, but was not as obvious as he had intertwined hands covering his face.
A wave of surprise washes over you, the shock upon your face was evident as your jaw dropped. He does not give you a moment to react further. “I’ll start with the routine admission. Bring her with me,” he instructs to the same guards that escorted you earlier, both proudly standing alongside his throne.
Hands did not hesitate on carrying you up until you got your legs working again. You were walking behind Steve with guards still assisting you, and yet again you were being dragged into the many corners of the nauseating penitentiary.
“Where are they taking me?” You spoke with a low voice; however, none of them responded. They continued to walk with you, leaving the air utterly dead and silent.
They made their way to another room, Steve stopping in front of its door and then turning around. “I’ll take her from here. Go back with the rest and make sure Maximoff isn’t causing another ruckus in the cafeteria,” he instructs while his subordinates obediently apprehended along.
“Yes, sir.” They respond, immediately releasing their grip around your biceps and walking away after carrying out a salute.
Furthermore, Steve dragged you into the room after unlocking the door and switching the light on. You heard the jingling of keys behind you, even so feeling his figure unnervingly stop behind you. He stood too close, swearing that you could feel his body only inches away from your back, his breathing fawning over the top of your head.”Let’s start, shall we?”
Your wrists got to freely breath after hearing a click from the lock, somewhat surprising you as you were released from the metal handcuffs. Huh.
“Strip,” he boldly orders.
“E-excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he goes over, “Don’t make me repeat it. Take off your clothes.”
“I won’t do it!” Despite being terrified of him, you still wanted to keep even the least bit of your dignity left.
“A body search is mandatory in the penitentiary,” he warrants.
“Still!”
“I thought I told you that my orders were absolute, did I not?”
Though you tried to stay silent to prevent him from further infuriating, your mind had been wandering around with several questions.
Why was he doing this? Can this even be reported to the higher-ups?
The latter was far from likely, recalling that he had told you that he was the chief security guard in the place. Everything would be going through him and will be finalized by him, and him only.
“That’s it, 3077. Now strip.”
You hesitated. Your hands were shaky as your arms steadily moved to your front, pausing to undo each button starting from the collar and progressing down. You wanted to take an hour or so, probably even forever, but the man standing in front of you seemed to be generally impatient.
The look on his face was a combination of eagerness and attraction but your mind shifts it all into a repulsive imagine of emptiness.
Your white undershirt and undergarments remained as your baby pink jumpsuit fell to the ground. You stand shamefully, arms over each other trying to cover your chest. “Everything. Down. Now.” His voice getting more and more demanding as you provoked to stall every minute that went by.
Your chin was titled down, not wanting to show your self-consciousness to him. Your fingers gripped on the garter of your undershirt, pulling it over your head and feeling a short cold breeze over the skin of your stomach.
Chills were already across your skin, granting that you did not have a choice in any of this. This was your ticket to freedom – or so you could only dream for.
When your skin was completely exposed to him, you reached another level of shame you were not even aware of. You felt colder than before, trying to cover your breasts with the warmth of your hands. Still, you stared at the grimy floor, not wanting to see the man’s reaction as you knew it would just make your state of mind worse.
“A-Alright, is this enough for you?” A small scoff hidden between your tone.
“Hold on,” he says without minding your mockery, “Lie down there, your legs facing towards my direction.”
Your frowned even further, looking aside where he was pointing towards. His index was directed at a hospital bed at the side which did not have any railings at its side, merely having a metal footboard and headboard.
You walked towards there, one arm still covering the front of your breasts while the other acting as a support as you sat down first. Eventually you rest your back against the sheets along with the back of your head on the only pillow provided there. You followed as he told, sealing your thighs together though.
The beating of your heart increases rapidly knowing completely how this was going to go down.
From the corner of your eye you can see him raise his hand towards his mouth, tugging one of his gloves from a hand with the use of his teeth. He lets the fabric fall to the ground while walking closer towards the side of the bed where you lay down. This time, a smirk was obvious upon his face as he did not bother to hide it.
Steve’s hands descend over your body, making you tense up as you tried to keep your head straight and stare right at front. However, even if you attempted to avoid looking at him, you could not fight the feeling of his fingers stroking your upper body.
He started with your chest area, further descending down. All the while you had one thought in mind – one you felt disgusted to even have it cross your thoughts.
His fingers felt soft, like a feather. For a split second you wondered if he had done this before, moreover if he was used to doing such a flustering act.
“P-please don’t,” you mewl, “Stop.”
Your cries made the smirk on his face grow wider, only wanting to wipe it off from him but feeling completely powerless to do so. Instead of giving a second thought to what you were saying, he drags his hand between your lower abdomen.
Despite having your thighs glued together to prevent this very purpose from happening, the man merely parts them from one another. Just as you thought you had the strength to keep them shut, you felt entirely the opposite once he was actually touching your body already. The way your inner thighs quivered as he spreads them apart was already a sign of how weak you were against him.
“3077,” his throaty voice calls out. “What’s the matter with you? It’s just a simple body search.”
Regardless of his statement, his fingers began toying around the entrance of your cunt. Even so you could feel his thumb lightly press against your bud of nerves, drawing subtle circles around, as the rest of his fingers continued to encourage your body’s growing arousal.
Hell, he barely even inserted his fingers yet you were starting to get wet from the simple gestures of him touching you.
“Why are you reacting like that?” The smugness in his voice was clear.
“I- No!” Your voice was trembling as your body did too. The muscles at the back of your thighs tightened while sweat began to form from your forehead.
“You’re in prison, 3077,” Steve says, “the place where you’re going to pay for the crime you committed.”
After successfully rousing your body up, he smoothly inserts a finger inside your pussy, and for all that earning a sound which was caused from the wetness of your cunt. Both of you acknowledged how gladly your body welcomed him.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, gaining several instinctive moans out from your lips. Your head felt warm and lightheaded. The worry in your eyes apparent and ardent.
He tsked. “Why are you getting these reactions?”
And then adding, “…I don’t want you to get me wrong.”
His rhetorical questions deemed useless for the situation nor provided comfort for you at all. You looked at him all the same yet it does not stop him from adding another finger.
Either way, Steve did not stop after it. His fingers continued to thrust deeper inside you, having your body bounce against his hand. You were a growing mess with hands finding their way to grasp onto the disheveled white sheets.
As much as you tried to bite down a moan, your mouth could not help but give in. Your gut felt as if they were tightening around him for every moment the tips of his fingers curl inside you. You yourself could feel how hot the temperature of your body increases as he boldly fingers you. “Ah… A-Ah… Ow… P-please … S-stop it…”
Amidst everything, however, there were voices coming from outside of the room. You did not notice them at first, being completely overwhelmed with the sensation of being pleasured. You were only aware of what was being said outside when Steve’s used his other hand to cover your mouth from moaning further. His palm pressed against your lips while you breathed through his fingers.
“Are you serious? I would love to fuck that woman!”
“If we behave would she might consider giving us a reward?”
“I bet she would be tight as fuck!”
“What are you talking about!”
“Fuckers! I told you that you can’t keep roaming around these halls.”
The voices eventually died down, seeming that it would have been inmates passing by from the corridors. Nonetheless, tears were already brimming from your eyes as you – uselessly – kept yourself together. “P-please..”
“N-No! Don’t d-do this to me,” you plead. Each moment lead to the build up of your orgasm, already feeling the knotting near your stomach and the clenching of your walls.
It was predictable for your part when Steve barely showed any hint of sympathy for your messy situation. He pursued your climax while maintaining an impassive expression. He wanted to see you crumble and he wanted to show how remorseless he can be either way.
It was useless to hold back. The man was going to get what he wanted and he did not need to say it.
You allowed yourself to let loose, creating an utter mess between your inner thighs and his hands. Your exposed cunt was throbbing alike your temples. Your chest was heavily heaving as your own sweat covered both your body and face.
Those were your last moments before succumbing to black out due to the chief security guard wearing you out.
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When your eyelids had fluttered open, the only thing you could make out of was the darkness in the room. You were laying on the bed, but you could instantly detect a blanket covering you. In addition, you were wearing your jumpsuit.
You took a deep breath and paused, recalling everything that you could remember and confusing it for a nightmare. Though whatever it could have been, you were just glad that the pain and throb in your head had ceased.
You had no choice but to sit up, discerning a feint light illuminating from behind a door. Looking around, you could still also notice a mirror, a sink, and a toilet at the side of the room. You assumed you must have finally been resting in your prison cell.
“Listen to me!” A loud voice came from the other side of the door.
“You have ten minutes to clean your room. After that, all of you must assemble in the hallway!”
Another wave of panic gets over you, but you quickly follow to what had been instructed. Since you did not have anything at hand all you figured that you have been resting all along, you merely fixed the sheets of your bed and fluffed your pillow. You fixed your jumpsuit too, flattening it down while making sure there were not any holes nor unbuttoned parts at the front.
When you made your way outside, you saw how fast the other inmates were as they had beat you to the corridors. Each of them were lined up, back facing their assigned prison cell as their front faced the hallway. There was a guard at the end of it too.
“List yourself up!” He starts.
Each inmate started to count, “One!” There voices loud and clear.
Despite that, your mind was clouded with the thought of what happened between you and Steve Rogers, acclaimed Chief Security Guard of the maximum facility.
Was it a all a nightmare? You could not even dare yourself to call it a dream.
“Twenty-eight!” The deep and guttural voice of an inmate calls from your right side.
“Twenty-nine!” You scream as you assumed you were next to him.
Out of nowhere, the other male inmates started to chuckle. It was probably for the obvious fact that you were a female and was completely distinctive among the rest of them.
Even if you have not done anything embarrassing in front of them so far, you surely felt like you were full of shame. You looked around and found every man’s gaze at you, staring at you like you were a prize at the end of the race.
Well, except for one.
You saw him just a few doors away from you. He had a few tattoos over both his arms – a red star being the most striking one compared to the rest of the designs.
The man seemed to have grown his dark hair, and his beard too. Your gaze at him fell longer compared to the rest and it was enough time before he got to feel your attention towards him. He kept a blank stare nonetheless as you were startled and looked away.
“Dude your arm fucking touched me!” Another one exclaims. He had silver hair and looked buffed alike the rest, his thick accent being the trait that stands out for him.
“Huh? You’re the one who ran into me, asshole!” The one he started an argument with now had a darker hair brushed into a mohawk. A sleeve tattoo was also present.
“Hey stop it, you two! If you keep this up, they’ll punish us all!” Again, another voice comes from behind and you did not bother to see how that man looked. He was smart though, that’s for sure.
Nevertheless, it did not stop the two from brawling further. With one swift move, the silver-haired guy already had raised his arm and purposely punched the man he was arguing with.
“Hell, all of us are in big trouble!”
Thankfully though, the man you were distracted from earlier had walked into their argument. He confidently stood between them and proceeded to pull them apart by the back of their jumpsuits. The two men looked surprised – even so slightly terrified – after seeing him caught up in between. “You two still want to fight?”
They did not answer him, merely looking away with a scoff on their faces and then lining back up at their spots in front of their cell doors.
Despite all of this, he still kept the blank expression just as you saw when he caught you staring right at him. No grins or smirk, whatsoever.
a/n: this was based of niki’s song! a beautiful ballad just in time for this kind of season <3
You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
Spring had been so beautiful around the month of May. It was the perfect time as the season had been coming to a close.
Trees around the parks of New York City started growing their leaves, each one having their unique shade. The weather had felt warmer and assumed was generally radiating a positive aura for the entrance of Summer.
Steve had remembered that month so vividly alike his classic songs embossed on vinyls that kept replaying.
Both of you were taking a stroll around Central Park, as you had requested. He gladly agreed assuming that you were distracted, wanting to get some fresh air after being confined in the Avengers Tower for too long.
It would definitely make him feel out of place if he were to be put into a crowd he did not belong, he thinks. You were just an average mortal who surprisingly captured his attention one day.
His old-fashioned self recalls your first meeting not so long as the season of winter had began.
He was carrying his sketch pad with him along with a newspaper for the day, stopping by to get a cup of coffee where he regularly comes so. It was just unfortunate that the place was crowded that day and you had nowhere to sit. But lucky enough Steve had a vacant seat just across from him whereas you kindly received his offer.
Moreover, both of you talked so casually as if you had been long-termed friends who had not seen each other for a while. The conversation was smooth and delightful for both parties, and it was not unexpected when he had – or attempted, rather – to ask you out for date.
“I see you’re taking this as a first date?” You questioned, taking humor into your tone.
As naive Steve Rogers was around women, the tone of the conversation has shifted to becoming awkward prior to a really good topic about art. “I mean, yeah, but if you didn’t like it– or if it, uh, seemed weird then– I was just trying to sound cool.”
“I was joking. It’s fine, I would love to.” The moment you answered and smiled, he had given you, and himself, a second to realize if this was actually happening.
You did not walk out from him nor did you slap either of his cheeks. Rather, you stayed right at the seat he had invited you in and the only difference was that you had a wider smile than before.
That was when he figured that he was in love with you. Literally on that moment during the start of December.
Ironically now that it was close to summer – the start of June – it was then as he started to feel cold. Instead from snow falling from the sky and the ice warming up the ground, however, it came from you and your attitude.
You had broken up with him during that walk in Central Park.
“I just think we aren’t meant to be together, Steve.” Those words repeated around his brain for days.
Steve did beg for you to stay. He had not felt this welcomed ever since he had woken up from the ice. The home between your arms was always something he was expecting after an exhausting mission.
No one had ever shown him understanding like you did. That was why it confused him greatly after you had said you were not meant for each other. How were you to say such?
“Can’t you see? You’re an amazing Super Soldier with friends who has plans on saving the world. I’m just someone who works from nine to five at a job I’m growing tired of.”
He just could not understand where you were coming from. Everything you were telling him was a blur and he found none of it useful on answering the questions in his head.
It saddened him that you were belittling yourself too. You could not see yourself like how he does.
“I know you love me, and I love you too… “
There was a pause after it. Steve was not sure if you were going to say something more out of it, but his emotions got the better of him, “Then why do you have to do this?”
“I need to work on my insecurities–”
“We can work on it together. You’ve been patient with me throughout my missions, I promise I’ll do the same with you.” He was close to kneeling down but without the intention of proposing with a diamond ring, only wanting you to stay for him.
“It’s not like that. It’s not the easy.”
“But it’s surely easier for you to break up with me and leave this all behind?”
“No, I told you it’s not like that!”
He had been fighting the vulnerability that was growing in him. Both of you remained relentless expressions that did not help to ease the situation. There was assumptions made out of it, most likely, but the main focus was what both of you were saying to each other.
“I just need you to understand, Steve, please.”
That was the moment he realized he should not oppose to you and your decisions.
What he could only think was that you understood him in ways that he had not thought yet needed. You were there for him and provided him with the best decisions you could offer. He intended to do the same.
But Steve was not doing the same – rather should not be. He was making something out of impossibilities, which was why he could not see it. On the contrary, he did not know what to do and so he just followed what his heart and instincts lead him to do so.
And like always, you offered the best solution and that was for him understand – for the betterment of you, and your relationship.
He does not hesitate on not chasing after you once you had given him a final kiss on the cheek and then turned away. He just stares at the back of your shirt with misery upon his face, seeing as your figure becomes smaller and smaller from a distance and then disappearing from his sight.
Steve trusts you. It was the right thing to do.
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It was winter again. Without you around Steve’s arms this time though.
You watched the snow start falling at the other side of your window. It had created a blur around the glass of it, but you could honestly make up the white covered pavement and houses. It was your view for these lonely seven months, how could you start forgetting it now.
The dining table that was set in front gave you the chance to sit, drink, and view. You guessed it was just you and your hot cup of chocolate this month.
Well, it was you were expecting for the rest of the cold, winter month.
You watched as the sun had started to set from the already gloomy gray colored sky. It turned into a dark shade further and the only thought it your head was for another day to come.
Both your productive and unproductive days were well beyond acknowledged. Generally, you have accomplished a lot of things all the while moving on from your ex-boyfriend, who was also Captain America.
You have gotten into a new line of work, something you were more favorable of, which was huge considering that it was not even in the top things to do in the list you mentally prepared in the past.
Another thing was that you have also acquire a new set of skills. Learning different hobbies through art and music was one of the obvious ways to distract yourself from something lingering around your mind – as told by the results that showed up in your search engine.
Friends were also something that surrounded you with more optimism that you asked for. Taking a break from interacting with superheroes and gods was expectedly relieving. Those were not your crowd and you swore you spent so much time trying to adjust, which had never been enough.
Nonetheless there were more things you improved at to the point where you could not keep track of, or chose not to – you were not really sure.
There was a quarter way left of your dark chocolate drink in your mug. The steam blowing from it had died out long ago. The coldness was starting to get a hold of it, though you let it, while becoming disconnected from your thoughts and stared blankly.
The background nose of the television reaches from the living room which was a few feet away from where you were at. You were not sure if the news was playing or just some random commercial; you did not care.
This was how most of your nights turn out. Even so when your doorbell had echoed through your house, you were expecting the friendly old woman from next door was stopping by again.
Your legs unhurriedly walked to the door. Though as you reached around the knob to unlock it, you changed the pout on your face to something more presentable and friendly.
“I appreciate the gesture Mrs. Jones but–” You already raised a hand in front as this might have been the tenth time she had invited you this week to her Christmas Ever celebration. And it was a Tuesday.
But another person had appeared right in front of you. Someone you were not expecting – but had secretly prayed for. “Oh, Steve.” There was not a hint of disgust or dread in your voice, it was just more of a calm wave of shock.
Steve had his golden hair neatly brushed back, seeing as it also grew longer. He was wearing a long brown coat and a scarf had wrapped around his neck. The gift wrapped present he was holding in front of him drew the most attention at first glance, but you tried to be unassuming that it was for you.
You just took silent yet deep breaths while either of you waited for an ice breaker.
“I’m so glad to see you,” Steve instantly sets off.
“Thank you. It has been a while, right?” You tried to embrace this as maturely as possible.
You were a complete mess and you did not want anyone to find out your state of mind, let alone him. You could not acknowledge the change in yourself – which you had promised a few months ago – even after you broke up with him, and it would feel like a kick in the stomach if he finds out that you were wrong.
“It has and I’m so glad I got to see your pretty face again,” he says.
“Did you come here alone?”
“Yeah, it was a long hour drive, but I survived.” He chuckles while still standing at the other side of the threshold.
For a moment you felt all the guilt come crashing down at once, again. It was like all of those memories and feelings were just bottled up, never leaving you, and now had been broken and released. You tried to stay strong though, you had to be.
And with that, you were not sure if inviting Steve inside your house was the mature decision. “Sorry, you must be getting cold. I think you should come inside.”
Steve gladly accepted for invite and proceeded inside. He does not hesitate on removing his coat and hanging it as he stops at the doorway, revealing the black sweater he has worn underneath.
You did not know what to do or say. This was so sudden and you were not prepared mentally, and physically.
However, you proceeded to the dining you where you were having a moment prior to this and Steve followed after. You swept the barely filled mug from the table and placed it in the sink. “Do you want coffee?”
He nods which promptly has you making a cup for both of you. You could not feel your stomach build up despite drinking chocolate from earlier.
From the corner of your eye you see him take a seat, and eventually you followed. Two cups occupy for each of your hand as you bring them to the dining table still freshly brewed and steaming.
You take the seat across from him and you internally do not feel any regret of having to face the blue-eyed Super Soldier closely upfront again. He glances at the drink you made shortly as you extended your arm for him, but his gaze returns back to yours.
It made your skin crawl. The combination of his stare and the cold air around the room, the silence was deafening but you were so scared to speak with the chances of saying something you might not take back.
“How are you, darling?” It was such a bittersweet nostalgia to hear that.
You intend on biting your tongue as a way to hold back the tears that started to form around the corner of your eyes. Your nose was lightly twitching as you were holding back any tear that could possibly escape.
The obvious clench on either sides of your jaw probably gave Steve a hint on what he was dealing with right now.
“I-I’m good,” you falter.
“How are you, really?” His expression remained the same. He did not raise his voice nor did he sound any more threatening.
On the other hand, you were at the edge of breaking down. You probably had blinked more times than your normally would, and you convinced yourself it was just the dirt that got through.
“I miss you,” Steve sighs, “come back to me.”
“Steve,” your voice was inconsistent just by calling his name out. It was a very weak attempt and you wished you just stayed silent, “We were bound to break up.”
Rather, you knew you were bound to break up. Seems like he’s still in denial of everything.
“No. I don’t believe it.” He shakes his head in pure disbelief, “For months I tried to understand and move on, but you never left my mind… You have always been stuck in my mind and I won’t believe it when you say you haven’t felt the same.”
“I really d-don’t–”
“Bullshit!” His voice startles you, making you bounce from your seat and lean back with wide eyes. You bit your lip in fear of making him angry. “Look, I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry I raised my voice.”
That moment made you remember more of the memories in the past. When you started to grow out of fear instead of pure love for Steve Rogers.
Instead of letting yourself shrink into your seat, your arms pushed against the edge of the table which allowed you to be up on your feet. You stood and walked over to the countertop to distance yourself a few more feet away from your ex-boyfriend.
Steve had looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, following your figure as you walked away further from him.
Every part from your waist and below had been covered as you stood behind the countertop. You turned around as your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink, getting to look at him again. This time, however, felt more relieving when you felt claustrophobic with his face near yours.
“Baby, I said I’m sorry.”
“Steve,” you coldly say, “I think it’s time for you to go.”
He had a look of disbelief upon his face, “You haven’t even opened the present I got for you.”
“We already had talked and seen each other tonight, I think that’s enough for tonight, or even for the next year.”
You were walking on thin ice.
You were convinced that you had forgotten on how to deal with him in times like this, but you also pondered if you have ever really known how to dealt with it.
“What are you saying, we barely even talked!”
Steve had followed your footsteps, pushing against the table and walking over you. It happened within seconds which gave barely enough time for you to process that he was nearing to you again.
“Steve, please!” You squeal.
He reached for both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. You tried to avoid from looking at him, but he nearly follows the direction of your head until you had no choice but to get tired.
“Can’t you see, it’s you who I love. It will always be you and nothing can change that.” The grip of his fingers were starting to tighten around yours and you were not sure if he was aware of it.
“M-my hands. It hurts.”
He does not even acknowledge your pain, “Just tell me you love me and we can go back to the way we started.”
“Ouch,” you cry. You swore the bones in your hand were so close to breaking.
If it were not for the tears starting to stream down your cheeks, Steve probably would not have let them go. Your fingers were most likely swelling and shaking. Though, before you could even create a sigh of relief from the pain, you felt a pair of lips force over yours.
There was not even a second that had passed. Steve’s strength as quick and strong which greatly opposed to yours.
His hands might have spared the bones of your fingers from cracking, but he was definitely not going to let your jaw go. Both his palms smushed against either sides of it, preventing any movement which had forced you to accept the situation.
You knew this situation before, you just cannot surpass his strength. You could not fight or push him away or else he was just going to force himself more to you.
Just as you thought that your heart beat was already going to escape from your chest out of nervousness earlier, it had increased tenfold. You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
“Just relax, you’ll be able to enjoy it more,” Steve says in between kisses and before having to shove his tongue further past your lips.
Your hands were in between your bodies, trying to push his torso away using both your palms which predictably did not help at all. Slowly, your energy wears down further as you irrationally tried to keep him away from you.
“I know you want it,” he whispers, “just give in.”
The moment was was terrifying as it gets. As if on cue, your knees began to cave in and soon your hands no longer tried to resist against his body. Undoubtedly, you still did not return the favor of kissing him back but he did not seem to mind.
He slightly bends over to be able to lean his head more as he continues to suck against your bottom lip with emotions full of desire. Eventually it descends to your chin and then your lower jaw, aiming for more sensitive places despite his hands remaining at the same place on either sides of your face.
When he does try to suck the skin between the area of your neck and collarbones, you let out a small instinctive squeal. He was not gentle with his actions, making sure both of you were clearly feeling the sensation of him giving and you receiving; and after that reaction from you, he was certain that you were aware too.
“Fuck, I expected more than that, baby,” he mumbles and then continuing to draw on your skin as if it was a feast.
You could not keep count on how many times he tried to leave marks on you right now. What you were sure, though, was that tomorrow would be a morning full of regrets when looking in the mirror.
Your hands remained still from before, not knowing where to go and confused about all your emotions right now. However, you felt Steve release his grip around your face, moving down to reach your hands to guide them, position them into an embrace around his figure.
Afterwards, he bends further to reach the back of your thighs. It allowed him to hoist you up the marble countertop, setting you down with your back flat facing the surface.
He helped himself in welcoming his body between your legs as he pulled back, finally giving an end to his enjoyment on marking you. A quick smirk was seen within his face, as he comprehends that you were now under his control just as he looked forward to. It died down and returned back to the intimidating glare that set panic throughout your system earlier.
“Oh god, you still look so beautiful.”
With one hand, he was able to seize around both of your wrists which prevented you from making any movements still. And so you let him continue what he intends to, this time undoing your already loose sweatpants.
Steve could not be more than lucky enough for this moment. He thinks that he had waited long enough and that this exact time was perfect, just as he had pictured during the drive to your house.
When he successfully discards every garment from your waist and below, he takes a good view of what he had missed during these past seven months. Your were shamefully half naked and wet beneath him.
“Has anyone touched you while I wasn’t around?” He questions as his fingertips slowly drag against the entrance of your cunt.
You could feel yourself dripping just by his touch and you were embarrassed to even look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetie, you better answer me.”
As much as you tried to hold back, he presses his thumb against your clit knowingly well how easily sensitive you were at that spot. “N-no!”
You repeated your answer after a deep exhale, “No one has touched me.”
He was in awe with your answer, ignoring the fact that you were holding on to your dear life out of fear. “Did you expect me to find you after? Still waiting for my cock for all these months?”
You whine, not knowing what emotion it had been drawn out from. The way his voice finds home to you just lures you in again, and the fact that he was saying those lewd things slowly broke down your walls. You did not know the answer to it yourself – rather you feared to know the truth.
Steve leans over, close to your ear and whispers, “I’ll be good to you since you’ve been a good girl to me, darling.” Before you know it, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and pulls back.
He undoes the buckle around his waist and then his pants before letting it fall to the ground. Swiftly, he still uses one hand to pull your body close to him, feeling the prominent erection that had formed under his boxers against your pussy. “This is all yours.”
He playfully grinds against you, intensely feeling him more, making you moan and somewhat arch the back of your neck. And hell did the man enjoy was he was doing to you.
You closed your eyes shut and bit down onto your lip, trying not to expecting more as it would just mean that you were caving in to him.
Eventually with all the teasing, Steve does draws his dick out. The warmth of his skin was all too different from a piece of fabric. It felt too fucking good.
He does not insert it so easily though. Instead, he continues on to adore your whining and needy expression beneath him, rubbing the tip of his cock first and then followed by the rest. He slowly thrusts into the air while pressing against the entrance of your cunt, making sure it gets coated thoroughly while you recalled how large he was.
“Feel good, right?” He brags
“Steve, please,” you cry.
It does not take him merely once though before he finally got to push the tip inside you. But you were thankful for the heavens you did not have to suffer more than you already were.
Your lower abdomen slightly cramps, adjusting to his size again like you remembered from before. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar to have him inside you again, nonetheless, your body was reacting to it very positively.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Guess you really weren’t fucking anyone else while I was gone.”
Technically he was not gone. Both of you were broken up. But your mind could not honestly rationalize that well right now.
Your eyelids were just feeling heavy and you were letting him pound into you as he pleases. There was not an ounce of energy in you that still wanted to fight back or resist, it was too tiring and too good.
When Steve realizes so, he releases the grasp around your wrists, knowing that you were not escaping any time soon. He’s definitely going to have fun with you now, even so determined for you to enjoy as well. “Oh god, did I miss fucking your pussy.”
He takes slow yet deep thrusts, making sure it reaches all the way until his cock completely disappears and reappears from his sight. When he presses a palm against the area just a few inches below your lower abdomen, he know you would start to lose it.
It was just the perfect spot, that took him weeks to master, just to launch you into a wave of euphoria. Though you were only letting out moans and cries for him, he could tell how much you were enjoying it by how your walls tighten around him.
Somehow it steadily releases the brute inside of him, making him thrust harden and faster every time he feels you squeeze. It turned him on every time and there was no stopping him, especially now.
The kitchen shamefully echoes the sloppy thrusts he was doing with you. The lewd noises were just music to his ears.
Steve was disappointed that you were weary at the moment. You would have loved this great fuck.
He could not even see how ruffled his hair was already. Sweat was rolling down his forehead yet he could not care less. All he was fixated on was your face and your pussy.
He looked at your figure with passion, making an illusion of you bouncing against him as if you were the one fucking and riding his dick.
Steve was shameless. There was a lustful rage inside of him that had been longing for this. Was he finally glad that this moment had come.
“You’re fucking mine,” he groans with one trust. “Mine.”
“Gonna fill you up with my cum.”
By some time could feel his orgasm build up and close to a release. He made it through strong and profound thrusts, just to savor what he had right now. “We were supposed to celebrate our first anniversary this month, but don’t worry,”
He groans along with another trust, “I made the mistake of letting you go the first time.”
With one final thrust, he goes as deep as he can to make sure nothing from his cum spills out from you,
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
hope you enjoyed, feedbacks are greatly appreciated (please)!
Home At Last (Dark! Fic, Steve Rogers x reader) p.4
Summary: You’re rescued from a bad situation, but you have a feeling your savior might not be what he seems.
Warnings: Noncon and Rape; kidnapping; violence; Smut; Oral (mr); threats; trauma; cursing; dark elements.
This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!
Note: ok here’s the last chapter. Hope you guys have enjoyed! I can’t believe anyone is even reading my nonsense. Smut might not be amazing, but I’ll get better! Thank you so much for your support everyone, seriously means the world to me.
Chapter 4:
You float in darkness between sleeping and awake. A strange loud noise is the first thing drawing you out of your unconscious. Your eye lids feel heavy and you can’t quite get them open. You go to rub your eyes and find your arms restricted, stopping halfway to your face. The restraints make your heart rate skyrocket and you jerk awake, pulling painfully on each wrist as you sit up.
“No. No. No.” you chant, your eyes fixed on the metal cuffs attached to an antique metal bed frame.
The bed squeaks as you bounce and frantically look at your surroundings. It’s bright and it takes a few seconds for your eyes to focus, but you recognize the glass walls and solid steel framing.
“There she is.” A deep voice purrs from several feet away.
Omgosh, Steve! This was a great dark Steve fic. I thoroughly enjoyed every chapter. I love how he describes seeing her in town and knowing he had to have her. (Note to self to never eat lunch alone in a park ) He is the worst but I love it!
Summary: Your best friend is meant to protect you… right?
Characters: Dark!Frat!Steve x F!Virgin!Reader, Dark!OFC (Callie) x Dark!Frat!Steve (established).
Words:4.5K.
Warnings: non-con, mean!Steve, gaslighting, manipulation, voyeurism, fat-shaming, body issues, virgin-shaming, victim-shaming, alcohol intoxication/drugging, very small speck of F/F, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), underwear used as a gag, extremely toxic friendship, loss of virginity and mentions of blood from rough sexual act, oral sex (male receiving), non-con female masturbation, size kink (ish), forced orgasm, cream pie, 18+.
A/N: Inspired by posts you can find here (these contain potentially triggering content so don’t look at them if any of the above warnings aren’t for you). YOU ARE IN CONTROL OF YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. Thank you to @sweeterthanthis for your never-ending encouragement and support. Beta:@princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.
Smoothing down the baby blue fabric, you admire yourself momentarily at the way the dress hugs your curves and compliments your figure. Your stomach does a little flip in excitement.
Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader
Warnings: Age gap, Dark, manipulation, dub con, fingering, oral (fem receiving), Talks of god, talks of praying, talks of courtship. Steve is hardcore manipulative I’m serious, reader is hardcore innocent, groping, innocent kink (is that a thing???), praise kink. I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something. 18+ only minors will be blocked
Summary: Following his beating from Ari, Ransom tries to go about his business as normal. But when someone close to you both is injured, your paths cross again. And the reunion doesn’t go quite as well as he hoped.
Warnings: Bad language words. Talks of blood and injury. NSFW 18+. Contains Dark themes which may or may not be triggers.
Pairing: MOB Ransom Drysdale x Reader/ MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape; grossness on Bucky’s part; Steve’s an asshole.
This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Notes:
Well it took me long enough. Like who the fuck do I think I am?
I love you all, I thank you for your patience and feedback as always! Please don’t shy away in the comments, reblogs, etc.
The next day, you waited outside the doors of the palace. Several cars lined up for your departure. You were to travel to the capital a day before your engagement celebration and spend an interminable night dreading it.
Summary: Following his beating from Ari, Ransom tries to go about his business as normal. But when someone close to you both is injured, your paths cross again. And the reunion doesn’t go quite as well as he hoped.
Warnings: Bad language words. Talks of blood and injury. NSFW 18+. Contains Dark themes which may or may not be triggers.
Pairing: MOB Ransom Drysdale x Reader/ MOB DARK Steve Rogers x Reader.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
The day after Ari had come to see him, Ransom had sent your car over with Carter and a box of your personal things. It broke him to watch it go, but he knew he had no choice. Nearly a week after the spy’s visit, Ransom was leaving with his own tail between his legs and his head hung low for you to come collect the rest of your belongings.
When he returned to your once shared home later that evening, he wasn’t surprised to see you’d taken the bare minimum. Whilst you had loved the finer things, allowed him to buy you expensive dresses, shoes and jewelry, you’d always insisted you didn’t need them. Instead you had taken a few outfits for work, jeans, sweaters, trainers, your books and some trinkets. The diamonds, gold, Jimmy Choos and Louboutins, the Gucci, Dolce and Armani remained in what had been your shared walk in closet.
Looking around at the room in its lack of disarray bothered him. He expected haste and dropped items, opened drawers and shuffled neatness. He headed for the en-suite and found nothing had been touched. He picked up the vase of Pampas from the counter and hurled it towards the tub, the glass smattering against the marble.
“Boss?” A soft voice spoke from the doorway and Ransom turned to look at Carter.
“Whatever she hasn’t taken, box up and get rid of it.” He spoke simply as he swept from the room, heading down to his study.
“Yes, sir,” Carter nodded.
In his study, Ransom skipped the glass and went straight to the bottle of scotch as he stood, leaning against the fireplace. His eyes stung against the healing green bruise on his face, the smattered and reset lining of his nose burned with emotion and the gash on his lip was threatening to split back open if he bit it any harder.
It wasn’t his ribs, still broken, that ached and bit at his insides, it was reality that had finally hit home. He’d lost the best thing to ever happen to him, you. The girl who had seen through his bullshit and wormed her way into his life so seamlessly, it was as if he had known you since the day he had been born.
A long, long pull of the bottle gave him a burn as if it were forming an ulcer down his throat. Thoughts and images flooded his mind and if he closed his eyes, all he could see was the pain on your face as he left you there in your shared bed, destroyed and un-engaged.
He had done exactly what he had sworn never to do; hurt you. He had refused to listen to your explanation, instead he’d reacted in a way that now shamed him. And he wasn’t used to feeling that. He didn’t like it. Shame equaled guilt, guilt equaled weakness. But that’s what you were to him, a crack in his armour.
Carter’s second, Blanc, asserted himself in the doorway with a clearing of his throat. “Sorry, boss,” he started, “but we need to get going. You have that meeting uptown with Chi and his crew.”
“Right…” Ransom took another large pull from the bottle before he placed it on the table, “Stark meeting us there?”
“So I’m told.” The man nodded.
Ransom made a noise of understanding, before he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out his pistol. Checking it was loaded, he clicked the safety on and tucked it into the waistband of his blue tweed slacks. He picked up his camel coat, scarf, and then gave Blanc a jerk of his head. “Let’s go.”
With his mind occupied with business, you sat still in the forefront, shrouded by a dark shade. This meeting was important, only set to further cement his dealings with Stark, thereby keeping his brother at bay. Chi was to help enforce muscle at the docks.
But half way through the meeting, he was forced to push you from his mind as Chi said something that had his blood boiling.
“What do you mean, your price has doubled?”
“Exactly what I said,” the man leaned back, exhaling his cigar smoke into the air of the conference room. “It was three million, now it’s six.”
“Eat shit,” Ransom scoffed.
“Take it or leave it.”
“Then we’ll leave it, get someone else.” Stark shrugged.
“Good luck with that,” Chi smirked, “from what I hear, we’re the only option you have left seeing as Rogers has been very vocal with his intentions to get the Maximoffs on board.”
“What did you just say?” Ransom growled.
“Your dearest brother is making moves to partner with the Maximoffs and people are seeing it as a direct challenge to you,” Chi arched a brow, “you surely can’t be telling me you didn’t know.”
“Course I knew, I’ve got Stark, so he has a gap to plug, I just fail to see your point?” Ransom snapped.
“My point is, if he succeeds, ain’t nobody this side of the country that will get in the middle of that feud, well, except me. For the right price.”
“Listen here you cum stain trash, you take the three million or I’m going to make sure every fucking container you expected with your name on it goes right back from where it came, no matter the cost.”
It was a real threat, given Chi’s dealings were in trafficking of ‘fragile’ goods that could 'expire’ in timely fashion.
“Five, final offer.” Chi took a sip from his glass that lay on the table, “and I’ll forget your little threat.”
“Four.” Stark deadpanned.
“Done,” Chi nodded.
“Just like that?” Ransom scoffed, “my brother can’t be that much of a threat…”
“The look on your face tells me otherwise.” Chi snorted, “truth be told, I was happy to do it for three, but…I’m a business man after all. That said, you’d do well to heed my warning. If he does get the Maximoff twins on board, you’ll have a hard task convincing anyone else to go up against them.”
And just like that the meet was through. Chi and his men vacated the office leaving one guard, Stark, his man “Happy”, Langley and Ransom.
Langley, who’d been quiet until now looked at his boss. “The threat’s credible. And you can’t afford to be going toe to toe with Rogers and the Maximoffs, boss.”
“Fuck them and fuck him.” Ransom snapped. “Wire Chi the money. We’re done.“
Langley pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and walked out of the room. Ransom and Stark were next, Happy in protection formation as they went.
Ransom climbed into the waiting car and sank back into the leather seat, his hand running down his face.
"Fucking shit show. Who the fuck does Chi think he is? Six million, fucking shit stain.”
“He’s right about one thing,” Langley snorted.
Ransom glared, “Well, don’t leave my dick wet.”
“Well, as you pointed out, you aligning with Stark has taken Steve’s prime ‘logistics’ partner off the table.” Langley shrugged, “and by hiring the Maximoffs, he’s making a straight shot across the bow, that he doesn’t give a fuck who he partners with as long as it makes life hard for you. I mean, Pieter and Wanda did him dirty over that drugs deal in Sokovia, really ripped him off. But, by getting into bed with them, well, he’s letting it be known that he means business, and woe betide anyone who gets in his way. I’ll give Rogers credit. He knows how to fuck with you.”
The last line echoed round Ransom’s head, and with a snarl he gripped Langley round the throat and slammed him into the side of the car door. “That supposed to be funny?”
Langley gagged for air, “no.”
Ransom felt the nerve in his jaw tick, and then a soft voice spoke from the front.
“Boss, he didn’t mean anything by it, let him go.”Carter’s words were clear as he looked over his shoulder at him. Blanc sat stoic behind the wheel.
Ransom let go of Langley and slunk back into his seat.
“Home, boss?” Carter wondered.
“No.”
“Okay, where?”
“Just drive.”
“Right you are.” Blanc nodded.
Blanc circled the city limits for nearly an hour, the holiday season lights taunting Ransom, a reminder of how much you loved it all. Never one really to understand the fuss, he’d embraced it because you had. Now, it loomed before him, a reminder of what he had lost, and he took a deep breath. You’d both agreed to spend Thanksgiving this year in Boston, but now, well he wanted nothing but to cancel his flight the next evening and wallow in his own pity with a bottle of scotch. Eventually, Ransom instructed Blanc to turn back toward home.
He barely spoke a word to anyone as he headed back inside, retreating once more to his scotch and memories and bitter anger at how he fucked everything up, just how everyone had expected him to.
“You want dinner, boss?” Carter wondered as he poked his head into the room.
Ransom raised his tumbler and shook it, “got it right here.”
Carter opened his mouth to say something but closed it and shook his head with a sigh before he left.
Ransom sat, miserable and pouting, thinking. He thought about you and wondered how you were. He thought about Ari and as his wounds started to hurt just at the notion of your brother, what he heard were those words, “I’m going to kill him.” Words that he himself had spoken, ones he intended to keep.
The question was, how? Since you’d left, he’d been racking his brains, trying to figure out a way to get past his Steve’s security detail. And apparently, so was your brother. But he’d heard nothing from Ari, and the problem was, Steve’s guard was as tight as his own. How Rumlow had managed to pull off the botched hit that killed Peggy, Ransom had no idea. And he couldn’t simply ask the hitman, as he was dead.
“Carter…” He shouted.
Carter appeared once more in the doorway he had vacated fifteen minutes or so before hand. “Boss?”
“I need a chat with our special agent,” he grimaced. “And find out from Stark on when I can pay a visit to his office.”
“You didn’t ask Stark before?” Carter looked at him.
Ransom glared. “No.”
“Alright,” Carter nodded. “I’ll make the calls.”
“Ask Levinson if he’s made any headway, he’s been trying to find a way in…if he’s half the agent he brags about being then he should have one by now.”
“On it,” Carter nodded and disappeared.
Ransom watched him go, before he reached for the scotch, poured himself another glass and then leaned back in his chair, once more losing himself to his brooding.
*****
You sat in the small restaurant, pushing your food around your plate. You’d weren’t hungry, not in the slightest, but Ellie had insisted on bringing you for dinner.
“So how long is Mr Not-so-tall, but reasonably dark and handsome gonna be watching your ever move for? You gonna be setting a place for him for Christmas?” Your friend jerked her head towards the man sat a few tables away, nursing a coffee and a burger.
“Until he’s asked not to,” you sighed. “And he joined us for thanksgiving so…”
“Right…”
“Look, Ellie, it’s complicated.”
Ellie popped a shoulder, “whatever, I’m not asking. I don’t wanna know…”
“It’s better that way.”
“So, have you heard from him?”
“No. Ari told me when I could get my stuff, so that’s what I did. That was a few weeks ago now.”
“And…are you okay with that? I mean, I don’t particularly like the guy but…”
"I don’t know.”
Ellie looked at you for a moment, before she took a deep breath. “Is it definitely beyond repair?”
Your eyes misted over, “I..I think so, yeah.”
Truth be told, despite the fact you understood Ransom’s anger, you didn’t think you would be able to forgive him. Not simply for the physical way he had hurt you, but the way in which he had refused to listen. He’d dismissed your explanation, had reverted to that cold and callous business persona that had never breached your personal relationship before. And that hurt you the most.
“Y/N…what happened? You keep dodging it when I ask.” She reached over the table for your hand, giving it a squeeze, “I’m your best friend, you can tell me.”
You swallowed. “Ellie, I know. But for once, it’s better you don’t.”
“Okay.” She fell silent and then cocked her head to the side, “you wanna watch a movie or something after this?”
“Erm,” you glanced over towards Sammy, one of your brother’s colleagues from the CIA and you popped a shoulder, “Ari should be home when we get back but, sure, we can use the den.”
“Where’s he been?”
“I dunno,” you said, and it wasn’t a complete lie. It had been a week or so ago when he had taken a call from someone whilst you had sat eating dinner and when he came back, he had waved away your question. You could tell he was keeping something from you, and you had a horrible feeling it was to do with Steve and Ransom.
The next morning, he’d told you he was going to be on business for a while, and that was the last you’d seen of him whilst he’d left you with a twenty-four hour armed babysitter.
You eyed Sammy answer his phone and listen to the other line. He twitched a little, spoke lowly and then hung up. He then glanced in your direction, and you could see from his expression something was wrong. Sammy stood from his table and immediately came to yours, he leaned down in your ear and whispered, “we gotta go.”
“We’ve not finished!” Ellie glared at him.
“It’s an emergency, Eloise,” Sammy snorted. “The bill is covered.”
“This…I…oh, whatever.” Ellie scoffed.
“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly, your heart heavy as you stood up. “I’ll call you…”
“Yeah…. if I answer.” She sighed.
Sadness filling your chest, you went as Sammy took you outside by your elbow. The car pulled around, Kabede at the wheel. He opened the door for you and you slid in, Sammy coming round to the driver’s side back door and slid in next to you.
“What’s going on?” You demanded.
“Ari’s in trouble.”
You swallowed, “what…what sort of trouble? What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” Sammy replied. “He’s at St. Vincent’s.”
At that, your blood ran cold. “He’s…at the hospital?”
“Look, I need you to calm down, y/n. All I know is what I know. He’s in trouble and they took him to St. Vincent’s.”
“Who told you? Where’s he been? What’s going on, Sam? I have the right to know.”
“Jake and Max. They were…”
Before Sammy could finish his answer, you heard your phone in your bag. Scrabbling for it, wondering if it was the hospital you paused as a number you shouldn’t remember but did flashed on your screen.
“Who is it?” Sammy asked.
“Him…” you whispered, your hands shaking. “It’s…”
“Rogers?”
You nodded.
“Answer it, put it on speaker.” Kabede instructed from the driver’s seat.
“Hello?”
“You know, Doll, for a supposed secret agent, your brother has all the subtlety of a panzer.” Came the drawl on the other end and you swallowed, your eyes brimming with tears.
“What did you do to him?”
“My hands are clean, Buck’s however…”
You glanced at Sammy who was clenching his teeth.
“Likes to play with knives, does Bucky, bad habit“, Steve continued. “People get hurt. Badly. Sometimes, they die…”
You went pale and a cold sweat formed at your brow. “Is he…did Barnes kill him?”
At that, Steve chuckled, “not as far as I know, don’t think he went deep enough to hit any vital organs but…if he didn’t make it to the hospital in time, who knows.”
“What do you want, Steve? This has gone too far.” You held back a sob.
“You had your chance to finish this, you blew it.” Steve replied, his voice calm as he spoke, “but you know what I want. You. And I always get what I want, one way or another. The question is, how many more people are you willing to sacrifice before that happens, because I can do this all day, sweetheart.”
The line went dead and you swallowed before shouting at Kabede to pull over. He barely had the car to a stall when you threw your door open and let go of what little was in your stomach. Sammy was by your side in a flash, eyes scanning around your surroundings.
With a groan, you shakily stood up straight, tears in your eyes as you looked at Sammy. “Let’s get you to the hospital,” he spoke softly, “then we can find out how he is.”
St. Vincent’s was busy, more than usual for the time of day, so, Kabede headed around the back where Max and Jake met you. Jake was covered in blood as was Max and immediately Sammy scolded them both.
“What are ya thinking? You couldn’t have changed your god damn shirt.” He scowled. “Get in there, get her up to see him and keep her close.”
“We got a problem,” Max looked at him. “Police are sniffing all over this, one of the nurses called them.”
“Fuck.” Sammy hissed.
“We can call base,” Jake said, “get them to have the cops cool off but…look, I don’t know what he was doing but I know it’s off book so-“
“No, don’t…” you pressed the heel of your palm to your forehead as you swallowed, and pulled Sammy to one side, “call Tony, he and…he and Ransom have half the police force in their pockets. He’ll know what to do.”
Frankly you couldn’t have given a shit if the entire NYPD came swarming in, but what you did care about was this going any further. Who knows what Steve would do if the authorities started sniffing around him too much, not to mention the shit storm that would hit Ari.
If he survived…
“I just wanna see him,” you sniffed, “please.”
Sam nodded, “Stark it is.” He passed you off to Jake, “take her up.”
Wordlessly, you followed Jake into the hospital and through to the elevator. Your mind was racing, your heart thudding. You couldn’t lose your brother, he was the only thing you had left.
“He’s in surgery, but we wait here, he’ll be out soon.” Jake explained. “He’ll pull through, he always does.”
“What the hell happened, Jake?”
Jake shook his head, “I don’t honestly know. He was working on something, off radar, but he called saying he needed to speak to us, he’d found something and he wanted us to check it out but when we arrived to meet him at the house, well, he was on the doorstep covered in blood.”
“This is all my fault,” you sobbed as you fell into a chair, your head in your hands.
“Look, I don’t…I don’t know what’s going on, not sure I want to.” Jake sighed, “but Ari is a law unto himself, you know this.”
“Mr. Morano,” a middle-aged blonde woman with Eastern features appeared. “I’m Dr. Reiter. It’s my understanding you’re here for Mr. Thomas?”
“I’m his sister…” you immediately stood.
“Ms. Thomas, I’m so sorry for us to meet under these circumstances. You brother, Mr. Thomas, is being moved into recovery. He’s in a bad way.“
“How bad?”
"Well, he’s quite lucky. There’s no denying that one quick movement in the opposite direction, he’d have bled out. It was almost as if his attacker knew exactly where to hit and what to miss.”
You swallowed, your conversation with Steve running back through your head and you took a deep breath.
“He always has been a lucky bastard,” Jake mumbled.
"Will he live?”
“He lost a lot of blood and we had to remove his spleen.” The Doctor sighed, “he also had three broken ribs but there were no complications in surgery. He’s not completely out of the woods but…well, we’ll know more over the next twenty four hours or so.”
“Thank you, Dr. Reiter.” Jake nodded. “When can we see him?”
“Ten minutes, I’ll have a nurse come for you.”
You nodded and sank back into the chair, your head in your hands. This had gone too far, just way too far. You knew Steve was ruthless, absolutely despicable compared to his brother, but what was left for you to do? Could you turn back? Fall into Steve’s embrace? Would it stop, even then? Ransom was through with you.
Lost in your thoughts, it took a gentle squeeze on your shoulder from Jake to jerk you from them. As you glanced up through your tears, you barely heard the nurse speak to you. You followed her on auto pilot to the room where Ari was and stepped inside.
He was led up in bed, an O2 tube down this throat and his veins being pumped full of blood and fluids that hung from bags on hooks. A steady beep came from the machine that monitored all his activity. The inhale and exhale of air from the machine hissed in the dim space.
You let out a loud sob as you stumbled into the chair by his bed, reaching for one of his hands. Gripping him tightly you cried into the blanket tucked in around him. You squeezed his hand as you sobbed apologies and whispers of shortcomings. You kept on like a broken record that his state was all your fault and you were to blame. You were sorry, so very sorry. You never meant to put him in this situation.
As the sun set outside, the room was illuminated by the soft fluorescent overhead lighting and you sat, numb, watching your brother for any sign that he could hear you. Then, after half an hour, there was a commotion outside that made your head whip round so fast you were sure you’d given yourself whiplash.
“You can’t go in there…”
“Eat shit.”
Sammy stood quickly to block your view of your incoming ex. You stood there behind him, uneasy and very aware of how your whole body shook in that moment. Fear, worry, pain and guilt all settled inside you and you again felt sick but stood tall, despite your unease and waited.
“Get the fuck back, Drysdale.” Sammy declared.
Ransom scoffed, but his eyes then fell on you and you saw his face flicker with a look that you couldn’t quite place. He seemed to slide through several emotions in that split second your eyes connected; remorse, care, worry, compassion, an undercurrent of anger.
“Sam, it’s okay.” Your voice was croaky as you sniffed, “let him in.”
“You sure?” Sammy asked. “Cause if he’s gonna be a problem…”
“You’re right outside.” you nodded, the turned to Ransom, “whatever you’re carrying, leave it outside.”
He held his hands up, “I got nothing.”
You stared at him, those crystal blue eyes looked right back and you took a deep breath, you believed him.
“Fine.” You popped a shoulder and returned to your seat.You waited for him to speak, but of course he had nothing. “Well, you’re here, for what I do not know. Clearly, you need something.” You spat.
“Stark told me what happened.” He spoke after a moments pause. “The police have been handled.”
“That’s it?” You shook your head, not bothering to look over your shoulder to where he stood still by the door, “that’s why you came, to tell me the police had been handled? You’re so full of shit, Ransom, why don’t you tell me the truth.”
At that, he scoffed, “like you told me the truth about you and my brother you mean?”
“You son of a bitch,” you stood so quick, you dizzied. “How dare you compare the two?”
Ransom stood still, his eyes on you as you advanced towards him. “Y/N…”
You cut him off with a stinging slap to his left cheek. His head snapped to the side, and then you lost it.
“This is all your fault!” You sobbed, your hands pounding at his chest as you hit blow after blow, “you and your brother and your stupid, stupid feud and shitty, shady dealings. I hate you, you asshole…you fucking asshole.”
Ransom stood there and took it, each blow as you gave it. You beat on him until your fists ached and your head grew woozy and you felt yourself falling as heavy arms caught you.
“Shit, here…sit…” he gently guided you to the chair, helping you awkwardly to sit down.
“Don’t touch me…” you feebly pushed him away.
He stepped back, hands raised in surrender as you pressed the heels of your palms into your eye sockets.
The door to the room opened and Sammy and Carter both stepped in.
“Y/N?”
“I need some water.”
“She needs a doctor.”
“Fuck off, you don’t get to tell me what I need.” You spat, looking at Ransom, “If I didn’t see a doctor after you raped me I don’t want to see one now.”
The room went silent as all eyes were on the two of you.
Ransom swallowed, his eyes fixed on yours before his head bowed, “I’m sorry.”
“You’re too late.”
“I know, but…” he shrugged, “I just wanted you to know.”
You licked your lips as your nostrils flared. Sammy slid your glass of water between you and your apologetic former other half. You downed the clear liquid quickly and with a shaking hand, handed it back to Sammy.
“I think you should go,” he spoke to Ransom.
“Y/N…..” he whispered.
“Just go.” You whispered.
Ransom took a deep breath, “you can’t go back to Ari’s. It’s not safe. I’ll have Stark find you somewhere.”
“I’ll stay at the tower.” You stated.
With that he nodded, and headed for the door. He paused, turned back to look at you, but whatever it was died on his tongue as his head dropped. He took a deep breath, and then he left.
Neither Sammy nor Jake said a word as the air thickened around the room. Ari was still out cold and Max was just outside the door. You sighed and carefully stood, “Send Kabede home to his family. There’s plenty of you here to babysit me.”
“Okay,” Sammy nodded, “erm, do you want one of us to fetch you some things from the house?”
“Sure. I guess, I don’t know.” You sighed. “I don’t plan on leaving here any time soon.”
Neither of them argued, or tried to convince you otherwise.
“I’ll grab a bag anyway, least you’ll have a change of clothes.” Max stated, his voice soft.
“I want a sweep and report back as soon as you’re done. Anything out of place, and I mean anything as small as a blade of grass, I wanna know.” Sammy stated, his finger in Max’s face and his hand over his shoulder.
Max nodded as he left. Once he was gone, Sammy closed the door once more leaving you alone with your brother.
“What did you do?” You cried as you again were crouched over his bed, his cold, limp hand between your two warm ones. “I’m nothing to go to war over, Ari…..”
Of course he didn’t answer, there was nothing in response but the steady beeping of the machinery. You lay your cheek on your arms, looking up at your brother, your eyes growing as heavy as your heart.
****
Steve tossed his jacket down on the back of the sofa, making his way to the drinks trolley which stood by the huge window of his Brooklyn penthouse. But, as he reached for the decanter, he found it empty.
“What the…”
“You could have gotten the decent stuff,” a familiar voice spoke and he whipped around to see his grandfather sat in the chair in the shadows of the room.
“I prefer that one.” Steve replied flatly.
“You always did have questionable taste,” Harlan sighed, as he clicked on the lamp to his left, “goes with your questionable judgment. Stabbing Levinson? Seriously? You stupid little shit.”
“He’s a threat. I don’t like threats.” Steve raised a brow. “And I don’t like it when unwelcome guests take my things.”
“Like you took your brother’s fiancée you mean? Jesus Christ, Steven, you always have been a self-entitled little fucker but this…”
“Look, if you didn’t want me to hurt him, why did you tell me he was tailing me?”
“To stop you doing something stupid!” Harlan snapped, “because despite what you think, I don’t want to see you or Ransom dead or in jail. You’re my flesh and blood, both of you. But I swear to God, if Levinson dies, I’ll bury you myself. You’ll have lost me my security, the person that kept the authorities off our back.” Steve’s nostrils flared as his grandfather stood up, “Ari had every right to be pissed, what you did to that poor girl, it’s unforgivable, all to get at your brother. Your mother would be disgusted in you, and I sure as hell am.”
“He killed Peggy…I want him to suffer!”
“No, he didn’t, Steve.” Harlan shook his head, “he didn’t order that hit.”
“Ha, please,” Steve scoffed. “There you go, always covering for him. Your precious Ransom, your pride and joy.”
“Oh listen to yourself!” Harlan slowly walked towards him, “you sound like your father, he was a paranoid, woman beating piece of shit too. I should have had him killed long before he managed to do it to himself.”
“Why are you here old man?”
“You know, I had high hopes for both of you. When your mom came home, I was overjoyed. My family, back together but then…she died,” Harlan bowed his head, “and Linda and Richard took you both in but it just wasn’t enough. Not for you. I failed you, clearly, so I was trying to right a wrong. Ari wasn’t just tailing you, he was digging. Digging into who exactly ordered that hit. And he’d found something. Only your attack dog managed to shank him before he could tell me. So I repeat what I said before, he best pull through. Because if he doesn’t, the answers you need and want die with him.”
"Are you done?” Steve seethed as Harlan stared down at him.
“For now.” He said simply and walked on. “Oh, there is one last thing…” he paused in the doorway and turned back to look at Steve.
Steve’s hands fell to his hips in anticipation, bored anticipation at that.
“I want you in Boston tomorrow afternoon. You come alone.”
“You do realise that Thanksgiving was last week…”
“I’m well aware of that.” Harlan snapped. “Stop being a facetious asshole, Steve. It doesn’t suit you.”
Silence fell, as Steve stared at the unwavering face of his Grandfather, before he sighed and shook his head. “You understand this ends one way, don’t you?”
“I don’t want to see either of you dead, but if this carries on it’s inevitable.” Harlan stated, a resigned tone to his voice. “That said, I’m going to try one last time. It’s in both your interests to find out who ordered Rumlow to kill you. If I can get you to both see that, maybe you can work together. And whilst Ransom is never going to forgive you for what you did to his fiancée, maybe you can find a sliver of that brotherly love you once had growing up, if not for each other but the memory of your mother.”
Steve swallowed, the nerve in his jaw ticking.
“Boston, tomorrow.” Harlan instructed, “and stay the fuck away from Y/N. She’s suffered enough at the hands of both of you. You so much as send her a message, I’ll hand Ransom the fucking gun and watch.”
With a final quirk of his eyebrow, Harlan turned and left Steve staring at the empty space where he had stood.
Warnings: fingering, edging, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex ( please don’t ever do this guys), breeding kink, nipple play (this is all?)
Synopsis: The guy you fell in love with changed into someone else that nobody expected him to be.
Note: I am back with my shitty writing. Hope you all like this!!(). This is my first fic with Steve so please no hate! ( SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKE AND SPELLING MISTAKE)
You woke up feeling dizzy and your head was pounding but you knew there is no way out. Your hands and legs were tied with rope, you tried getting out of them but moving made your hands and legs hurt because of how much tight they were. “Fucking let me go” you screamed but there was no one who was listening to you. You don’t know where it went all wrong because the man you started to like changed into someone else.
FLASHBACK
“Sir you called?” There were not many times your boss called you in his office but whenever he did it was always an important talk. “Ms y/n I need you to guide somebody who will be here in few minutes, if you do this job then you will get a salary raise” he said while leaning back on his chair “but sir why me?” You asked “because you are one of my favourite employer” you knew that was lie but anyways you said yes because who doesn’t want more money.
“Sorry I am a little bit late because of the traffic” he came in office hurriedly, he was tall, handsome, beefy and looked so strong. “Fuck he is hot” you said in your mind. You didn’t know you were staring till your boss called you “Ms y/n!” You flinched “yes sir” you replied “I called you many times” he say with a little bit of angry tone “sorry sir I must have missed that” that guy was staring at you and it was making you nervous “so meet Mr Steve Rogers and Steve this is y/n y/n/l” Steve Turned and forwards his right hand for a handshake which you took nervously.
“Hello Ms y/n/l” Steve said shaking your hand “hello Mr Rogers” you greet him back and take your hand back “so y/n I want you to guide him and he will be under you from now on” “sure sir” you replied.
“Hey so y/n can you show me your office” he asked shyly “sure we are going there” you said with no emotion because this whole deal was giving you bad vibes. Slowly slowly time went and Steve made you feel comfortable with him, he was flirty but sweet always helping you and making you blush everytime. You didn’t know you were falling for him till one month got over and Steve had to go to his own office and had to do his own work.
You tried to forget him but it was hard because you were in love with him and it was hard to get over him when he always stoped at your office and gave you coffee and talked sweet to you. One day you didn’t talked to him and next he was at your doorstep “why are you fucking avoiding me y/n?” He asked furiously “fuck because I like you and I can’t see you talking with another women like you talk with me!” You scream while hot tears were falling out of your eyes.
END OF THE FLASHBACK
This all you remember last because when you opened your eyes you were tied down in this room. All you knew that the person who brought you here is Steve.
“Let me go!” You scream while crying “no no yet doll” Steve say while barging in through the door “I knew you were behind all this, say what do you want from me, why am I here!” You scream at him “firstly don’t fucking scream and secondly you are mine that’s why I brought you here so that nobody else can get you because you are M.I.N.E” he screams back at your face while holding your jaw tightly “let go of me, you are hurting me” your tears is what made him let go of your jaw “don’t cry doll” he said patting your head softly.
“I will free you but you have to promise me that you will not do anything, promise me” he takes out his cutter to cut the ropes. You were so scared that no voice was coming out of your mouth “PROMISE ME!” He screams “yes yes promise I won’t do anything!” You were crying hard while trying to not to sob because you don’t want him to get angry “good girl” he said while cutting the ropes.
“Come with me doll, I will help you see our room” he takes your hand in his which made you flinch “our room?” You asked slowly “yes our room, you are mine and I don’t want to be away from my doll” he was smiling while saying this which made you want to throw up. “This is our room princess” he says showing you around, the house was pretty big and well furnished and everything in this house looked expensive.
“Would you mind if I go and take a shower?” You asked him slowly “of course princess I will come back in 15 and yes your clothes are in that cupboard” he said pointing at the cupboard. You go in the bathroom and wait a little bit so he thinks you are removing your clothes and then you start the shower and try to find a way out, you found an small window in the bathroom that was enough for you and you try to break it but when you were trying to open it suddenly there was a hand around your neck from behind “doll what are you doing? I thought you promised me that you won’t do anything” Steve said turning you around and backing you till your back was touching the wall.
You were crying hard now while trying to break free from his hand around your neck “y-you are h-hurting m-me!” You cried out but that only made Steve push you more into the wall “fucking answer! Why did you try to run away from me!” He said furiously while losing his hand around neck, you were panting and crying “I am s-sorry” you said. He hugged you suddenly and starts to pat your head “it’s ok princess never do this again, i brought you here because I love you so much” you hugged him back while crying.
You knew you were never going to get out of this house because everytime you tried doing something Steve was always there to hurt you, so you stopped. “Babygirl come here I want to show you something” you were sitting in your room reading a book because you are not allowed to touch any electronic gadgets and if you do he has cctv cameras everywhere “coming” you replied half heartedly. “See I got you an cute choker” he shows you the choker and my doll was written on it “come here I want you to wear this everytime” he said pulling you towards him “sure” you can’t say no, you know better than that. This what steve have taught you that you can never say no to him or you do then it will be a big problem for you.
The clothes you have or weared were not normal it was always like where your thighs were on full display or your butt was on display or sometimes your pussy on display. You didn’t know where he got all this from and whenever you ask him about this he would always say “doll you are my whore and whores don’t wear normal clothes”. You slowly were transforming into his little slut.
You knew that you have to live in this house till your death and you can’t even do anything about it.
“Doll one of my friend is coming at our house and I want you to sit in this room till I call you. Do you understand?” He asked “ok” all you said before sleeping on your bed. You woke up by hearing two men talking and you knew one was steve and another one was his friend but you didn’t care about them. “Where is my book” you said with irration, you have been searching your favourite book but it’s nowhere to be found and suddenly you remember that you forget it on the kitchen table.
You were thinking about the way you can get there because living room is in the centre between kitchen and your room. You open your door and try to sneak in the kitchen and you succeed but coming back you accidentally pushed the table and it made a loud noise making steve and his friend look at you.
“You didn’t tell me you have a girl at your house” his friend asked him, he was angry you can see and can hear it in his voice too “go inside y/n” he said in his rough voice which made you shiver with fear. You go in your room and sit on your bed trying to think the consequences because his before punishments were not good.
“I told you to fucking sit in this room didn’t I?!” He came in the room by opening the door with a thud “yes master” he likes when you call him master so you are gonna use it “then why did you misbehave” he asked coming closer “I-I wanted my book and it was out in the kitchen” you said nervously to him “I don’t care about that damn book, when I tell you to do something then you have to do it” he said as he bends down to your eye level. You are sacred because of the way his eyes looks at you.
“Now I need to give you punishment so that you can remember this” he stands you up by grabbing your left arm, the grip was so tight that it may leave his hand imprints. He goes and sits on the bed while staring at you “undress yourself” you stood there trying to give him puppy eyes because it always works “NOW!” You flinched on his voice “y-yes master” once you were fully naked he pats his lap and you go and sit in his lap “my beautiful baby, I don’t want to give you punishment but you deserve it” he said caressing your butt.
He was roaming his hands and caressing your whole body the way your old steve would do, for once you felt happy because the soft touches was making you think that maybe your steve is back “fucking hot” he said making you come back in the reality. No way he is your steve your steve won’t give you any kind of punishment.
“Lay down” you can see the way his eyes are more dark now and that sacred you so you do has he says “good girl” you don’t know why but his praise gave you a little confidence. He hovered above you, kissing you hard while gripping your thighs tightly. He broke the kiss “I am gonna ruin you” he kisses you back hardly and bites your lip a little making you groan because of the pain.
“Open you legs doll” you open them for him “fucking dripping for me” he said kissing your pussy lips which made you shiver, his tongue circling your slit while his hands massaging your breasts, his dark eyes staring at yours. His tongue was making you go insane but you wanted more, he was ignoring your clit while giving his full attention to your slit. You thought that he will come there eventually but he didn’t and it was making you frustrated. You are close so close but you want more and he was not giving it to you, your hips were shivering because you are so close but you can’t cum. You were crying by now “please please master let me cum please” you cried out, begging him to make you cum “you can’t cum doll this is your punishment” you were shaking because being so close but not able to cum and it made you sensitive.
“Please please stop I can’t” you said pushing him off your pussy but instead of getting over he inserts his two digits into you making you arch your back and moan hard “yes just like that doll, moan out aloud” he said increasing his speed still ignoring your clit “fuck- Please please more” you begged him “no doll” he said slowing his pace feeling your near “NO no!” You were sobbing by now, you thought acting natural will make you cum but no “you wanna cum doll? Then fucking apologise” he said increasing his pace “I-i am so sorry I won’t misbehave again I am so sorry master” you say while sobbing.
“Good girl” you smiled on his praise because you were going to cum while your tears where pouring from your eyes. He takes his other hand digits and starts to circle your clit “fuck yes thank you master thank you” you were a moaning mess because you got everything you wanted “please don’t stop I gonna cum” you were sensitive but you wanted to cum so bad “cum my pretty doll, mine fucking doll” you clenched hard on his fingers “fuck it’s sucking me in”. You cummed hard while screaming making you arch your back and seeing white behind your eyes “yes yes thank you master” you cried out, you were shivering because of the after shocks but you don’t know why but you loved it.
“Suck” he gave his fingers to you to suck and you did because you were starting to like being his slut, no you loved it. he took his fingers out of you sucking his own fingers while staring at your eyes which made you close your thighs together.
He starts to undress himself and once he was done you look at his big cock, tip red and standing proudly. You moan out seeing his cock “I know you like it doll” he said rubbing his dick up and down. “On your stomach doll” your ass was on full display for him which made him spank you “count” he said spanking you hard which made you buldge forward “one” and it didn’t stop till you were on “ten” you were crying in the pillow because of the pain you felt but at the same time making you drip “my good doll” he said caressing your ass.
Without any information he inserts his cock into you making you both moan hard “so fucking tight” he groans not giving anytime he starts to pound into you making you cry in pleasure “my little perfect princess” he said spanking your ass which was already red “fuck-” you moaned. He takes your collar from back making you sit up back touching his chest “take my cock like a slut, like my slut” he whispers in your ear while pounding you from behind.
After few more thrust he changes the position into you on the top and him under you “fucking ride me doll” you were tired but you did as he said jumping on his dick making it hit places which made you see stars “yes yes just like that baby just like that” he said throwing his head back “m-master” you moaned out throwing your head back too which steve took the chance and starts to suck on your neck leaving hickeys here and there while you ride him. Slapping and sucking your boobs as they bounce “so huge” he said before sucking on your right nipple while playing with the other.
He starts to circle your clit while roaming his other hand on your back which made you cry and shiver “please please” you didn’t know what were you begging for “yes doll fuck-" he grabbed your hair from back pulling you towards his mouth and kisses you hard till you were out of breath "gonna cum huh? I can feel it” you attached your forehead with him because you were tried and he felt it too so he took control again changing position into him on the top of you “fucking cum doll, squirt everywhere come on” he groaned feeling close as well.
“Yes yes please cum in me please"you pulled him close to you, he was thrusting in inhuman pace while circling your clit "yeah gonna cum deep in you, having this belly full of my babies yes would love that so much” he groaned thinking your full belly “yes yes oh my God” you cummed hard again squirting everywhere making you feel euphoric.
After few more thrust Steve groaned while cuming hard deep in you making your pussy twitch. Steve lays next to you while you both try to catch your breathe. After few minutes he sat up and removes his cock from you making his and your cum drip down from your pussy “fuck” he said out aloud while inserting his cum back in your pussy “keep it in doll, this gonna be full soon” he said caressing your stomach.
You loved being his doll, his slutty doll and he loved you the same which made you surrender to him. You were brainwashed by him into his doll and you loved it.
