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The things we do for love - Wanda Maximoff*

Pairing(s): Dark! Wanda Maximoff x Female! reader

Word count: 8K

This story contains dark themes, including obsession, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, non-consensual elements, dubious consent, violence, and possessive behavior. It also includes explicit sexual content,

tags: l content: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Dark Wanda Maximoff, Obsessive Love, Kidnapping, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, Dubious Consent, Strap-on Sex, Magical Restraint, Virgin!Reader, Soft Dom!Wanda, Aftercare, Love Confession, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn to Yandere, Dark Romance, Happy ending

AN: GUYS, IT'S DARK ROMANCE. JUST ENJOY, ALSO SORRY ABOUT EVERY GRAMMAR MISTAKE!

I've always liked mornings. They were quiet, just me and my coffee shop, the sound of the espresso machine, and the delicious aroma of cinnamon from the muffins baking in the back. It was the kind of peacefulness I had come to rely on.

That's when I noticed her.

She walked inside the shop like a ghost who had come in from the cold. Her dark, bright red coat, messy curls, and eyes appeared to bear the weight of many lifetimes. She hesitated just past the door, blinking as if she hadn't expected to be there either.

"Hi," I said with my normal smile, scrubbing my palms against my work clothes. "Can I get you something?"

Her gaze moved to mine, shocked at first, then softened. She nodded and walked closer, taking careful, calculated steps.

"Just tea," she said. Her voice was low and nearly harsh. "Chamomile, if you have it."

I didn't say anything else, just turned to make her a drink. But I felt her gaze on me the entire time - quiet, curious, and bitter. I didn't mind. Her presence was oddly pleasant.

When I moved the cup across the counter, our fingers brushed.

She flinched. Then smiled.

"Thanks," she mumbled. "This place is... peaceful."

"Yeah," I responded, leaning slightly against the surface beneath me. "That's sort of the idea. There aren't many people around, especially at this hour in the morning."

She seemed to want to say anything else, but didn't. She just took her cup and slid into a corner seat, watching the rain paint slowly run down the windows.

I returned to cleaning down the counter while pretending not to look at her. But I did. More than once.

When she had finished her tea, she just stood up and left. But the atmosphere in the room had not changed; there was something more, but what was it? God, you're going insane. It's just another customer, and you're experiencing gay panic, idiot.

My mind was screaming at me, and another customer was waiting for me anyway, so I just forgot about it and went to work.

It started like every other afternoon.

The bell above the door rang at exactly 3:07 PM — not that I was counting — and the strange girl walked in again. Maroon coat. A soft scarf hung high around her neck. Eyes that were usually a touch worn, as if she'd seen the world burn and sat through the ashes with a kind smile.

Hm, something about her seems awfully familiar? Do I know her? Have I seen her before she came here?

She said nothing. She never did, actually. I moved directly to the table in the back corner, beside the window. Her usual. It's kind of become her spot now, which is strange considering it's still my café.

I watched her from the corner of my eye as she sat down and relaxed. She stroked her fingertips across the table's wood, as if she were testing it, as if it might not be there tomorrow. I'm not sure, she does it a lot.

I started making her drink before she even glanced up. I simply knew what she wanted. Not that I was trying to impress her or anything; I'm not even sure she notices, but she usually orders the same thing.

Chamomile tea.

It has honestly become automatic at this point.

When I carried it over and placed it in front of her, she looked up at me, seemingly shocked. "You remembered," she murmured softly but not coldly.

I shrugged. "You come in around the same time every day. It's hard not to." Why am I nervous?

She smiled slightly — barely a twitch at the corner of her mouth — before looking down at her cup, which was warmer than it should have been. I returned to the counter and pretended not to see her grin. Or her voice. Or the way she glanced out the window, as if she were constantly waiting for something. Or someone.

It wasn't anything, I told myself. Just a frequent customer. Absolutely not, ridiculously beautiful woman... I didn't even know her name until today, when she stood up and left far more money on the table than she was supposed to pay with a small note.

Thank you for this excellent tea.

You're an angel.

Wanda

Wait wanda? I knew that name, hmmm, WAIT. SHE'S WANDA MAXIMOFF? THE AVENGER?

As time passed, I became more thrilled about Wanda's visits. She became a regular, sitting in the same place at the same time every day. It was subtle at first, but she appeared to draw toward me, and it quickly became routine. I'd look up from the counter, and there she was, a calm smile on her face, ready for her standard tea.

She was very sweet-almost too sweet—and I assumed it was due to her kindness. But there was something in her eyes that remained a bit longer than expected. It gave me a nice feeling inside, a flutter I couldn't quite define.

One day, she surprised me with a small gift. It was a small package wrapped with a red ribbon, and as I opened it, I saw a tiny silver bracelet.

"I thought you might like it," she said, smiling gently and truthfully. "It's nothing much, but it reminded me of you."

I was caught aback, not expecting anything, and I'm sure my cheeks heated. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice catching slightly. "It's beautiful." When I put it on my neck, I felt an unusual tingling feeling that I didn't recognize. And as I glanced into her eyes, all I noticed was a sparkle, as if she was really happy; hmm, weird.

Wanda was always thoughtful. She'd wait for me after my shift, sometimes waiting outside the store, her presence relaxing and quiet. I'd find her there, leaning against the wall, staring at me with the same intensity I'd grown to recognize. It was not disturbing, however. If anything, it made me feel special, as if I were the only one she cared about at that time.

One day, we found ourselves alone in the shop, just the two of us, with the sunset light streaming through the windows. I was washing the counter when I realized she was watching me. She had always done this, but her stare was more intense now.

"You know, I don't think I've ever told you how much I enjoy your tea," she added, her voice somewhat lower than normal.

I chuckled while cleaning off the counter. "I am happy you enjoy it. You come here commonly enough; I'd say it's a favorite of yours."

Her smile grew, and something reflected in her eyes. "Maybe more than you realize."

There was a lull, and I couldn't help but notice a warm sensation slipping across my chest. Was she hinting at anything? I got nervous and struggled to keep my cool. Every time she was around, my world seemed to brighten a little.

It was then that I realized: perhaps I started to look forward to seeing her as well. There was something about the way she spoke to me that made me feel seen and important. The concept sparked a rush of excitement in me. Is it possible that I developed a little crush? Noo, me? Never right?

But I brushed the idea aside. Wanda was just being kind, right? She was only a friend, perhaps a bit more? But I did not want to leap to a conclusion.

"Thanks, Wanda," I replied, smiling at her. "I appreciate your company, too. I mean, you are one of my best customers."

She grinned, and for a moment, I could have sworn her eyes sparkled. "I'm glad to hear that, Detka," Detka? she said. "I might just have to keep coming back... to see you, of course."

I was just wrapping up my shift at the coffee shop when I remembered I had forgotten to pick up some groceries for dinner. With a silent groan, I grabbed my jacket and decided to rush to the nearby store. It wasn't far from the shop, just a short stroll around the block. My feet felt light as I walked along the street, enjoying the fresh air. The city was still full of activity, but it was quieter than normal as the evening sun began to set beyond the horizon.

I entered the store, welcomed by the usual hum of light bulbs and the quiet rustle of people finding what they wanted.

But then I spotted her.

Wanda.

She was standing by the produce section, calmly picking out veggies, and seemed so... normal. But something about her presence sent shivers down my spine. My heart pounded a little, but I didn't want to confess it.

For a moment, our gazes connected across the store, and I felt my cheeks warm up. She gave me a fleeting, soft smile and then turned away, seemingly disappearing into the jam-packed aisles.

I stood frozen for a second, blinking. Did she just smile at me?

I shook my head, giggling quietly to myself. Get a grip, I whispered beneath my breath. She's probably just spotted you. You've seen her plenty in the coffee shop.

I hurried swiftly to the milk area, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. But I couldn't help it. There was something about Wanda that drew me in.

I eventually got to the checkout desk, and there she was again. Wanda stood by the self-checkout, scanning her purchases with her back turned. She didn't appear to notice me, but I couldn't take my gaze away.

My pulse raced as I paid for my purchases, wondering what to do next. I could leave. I could walk out of here and pretend nothing happened. But before I could make a decision, Wanda turned around.

"Y/N?" she asked, her tone sweet and friendly. "Hey, I didn't expect to see you here."

I paused for a second, looking up at her. "Oh, uh, hey!" I mumbled. "I just needed to pick up a few things for dinner."

Wanda smiled, the same kind grin she usually has when she sees me. "Funny. I was thinking about getting something to cook tonight, too."

A pause existed between us. I wanted to say something more, like ask her about her day or what she was preparing. Instead, I simply grinned uncomfortably.

"Well, I'm sure you'll make something amazing," And with that, I quickly turned around and exited the shop as fast as possible to avoid making myself even more of a blushing mess!

Later that evening, after a satisfying lunch, I relaxed in my living room, intending to chill out from the day. My thoughts kept returning to Wanda and the way she smiled at me or spoke about her brother or the Avengers. I couldn't get over the excitement and desire that was developing within of me. I glanced over to my tiny table by the window, where a bouquet of flowers had been placed. I couldn't remember seeing them there before, and I was pretty sure I hadn't bought them myself.

My breath froze in my throat as I picked up the card that came with them.

To lighten up your evening. - W.

When I brushed my fingertips over the tiny note, my heart skipped a beat. Wanda. She had delivered them to me, and I had no idea how she got into my flat, but it didn't matter. The notion of her carefully picking my favorite flowers caused some comfort in my chest.

I carefully placed the card down and landed on the edge of the couch, my phone buzzing on the coffee table. The message came from an unknown number.

I grabbed it quickly,

Hey, It's Wanda. I was too hesitant to talk to you previously, but do you want to go with me on a picnic tomorrow? It's just the two of us. I thought it would be fun—something quiet, just spending the day together.

My fingers paused over the screen, and a grin gradually grew over my face. A Picnic? I hadn't been on one in years

I quickly wrote my response:

That sounds fantastic! I would love to. Where do you want to go?

Wanda responded almost instantly.

I know of a quiet spot near the lake. I will bring everything; just bring yourself. 😊 I will pick you up at noon. Cannot wait.

My heart was fluttering. She is picking me up. I felt a bit thrilled at the prospect, like a teenager preparing for her first date. Was it a date? Or no? I am not sure, so let's not worry about it.

I entered another message.

That sounds perfect. I will be ready. Looking forward to it! ♡

I put down my phone and sat back on the couch, smirking to myself. Everything seemed so natural with Wanda. Easy. Comfortable. However, she showed passion in the way she looked at me and invited me to spend time with her. It made me feel special, not every day, an avenger asks you to spend time with him.

After a little moment of thought, I stood up and walked to my bedroom to prepare for tomorrow. That night, I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to the messages and the idea of the picnic.

The whole thing was pure gold, and she is incredible. Believe me, I never imagined anyone would be interested in me. God, I think I'm falling in love with her, but what if she only meant it as a friend? Maybe she doesn't like women at all, even though she's wearing so many rings. :)

I nestled further under the blankets, my pulse beating from the excitement of everything. I was ready to fall asleep when I heard a gentle sound, like the slight creak of a door opening. I blinked, groggily opening my eyes, only to discover Wanda seated on the side of my bed.

My heart has stopped. How was she doing...?

Before I could respond, she softly caressed my cheek, her fingertips icy yet soothing on my flesh. "Hey," she said quietly, her voice smooth and pleasant. "It's me. I apologize for scaring you."

I attempted to speak, but the words would not come. I couldn't move or say anything. Wanda's magic was like a blanket over me, sending me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The sun was shining through the curtains when I awoke slowly, stretched out, and wiped my eyes. The room was calm, the type of serenity that comes with a languid morning. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I looked at the screen, still groggy from sleep.

Wait.

My attention instantly focused on something-something from last night. I froze. Had Wanda been in my room?

I shook my head, tossing the notion away as I wiped my face. No, that was absolutely a dream.

But it felt extremely real. I could almost feel her fingertips brush over my body. The memory had an odd charm for me, but I couldn't figure out why. It was only a dream, right?

I pushed the thoughts away as I got out of bed, stretching again and moving toward the bathroom. After washing up, I made myself some coffee and ate a light breakfast, still trying to shake the weird feeling. It wasn't like me to get so worked up over something that didn't even happen.

A few hours later, I waited at the window and watched Wanda's car drive up in front of my apartment. The thought of spending the day with her, just the two of us, made me feel all warm inside. I grabbed my stuff, took a big breath, and walked out the door.

When I went outside, Wanda had already left her car, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"Hey," she said, her voice warm, that familiar, reassuring tone that always made me feel at ease. "I'm really happy u agreed to go with me." Her Sokovian accent was very beautiful and attractive.

"Definitely," I said with a smile, walking towards her.

Without saying anything, she moved around the front of the car and opened the passenger door for me, like some flawless, old-school gentleman.

"You didn't have to do that," I smiled as I slipped in.

"I wanted to," she answered simply. "You look beautiful, by the way, Malishka."

My cheeks heated, and I whispered just a little "thank you" while trying not to smile too much. She softly closed the door and returned to the driver's seat.

At first, the ride was silent, but not awkwardly so; it felt calm. The fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel in time with the pop music playing through the speakers.

"So," I eventually questioned, looking to her with curiosity, "What is it like? Being an Avenger, I mean."

She laughed briefly, but it was bittersweet. "Overwhelming. Constant. Sometimes I feel lonely." Wanda hesitated before continuing, "It's strange that so many people know your name but don't know you at all."

I frowned, observing how her jaw clenched. "Do you miss it?"

"I miss the people," she said quietly. "The ones who understood what it felt like to carry too much."

"What about you?" She questioned suddenly, her voice lightening again. "What's your day like when you're not making everyone's morning better with coffee and sarcastic commentary?"

I laughed. "Honestly? Not really exciting. I read a lot. Take a walk or listen to music. Sometimes I pretend to be mysterious and tough to get close to, but then I destroy it by sobbing over documentaries or chatting too much to customers about my books..."

The lake wasn't far away, hidden peacefully along a spiraling road surrounded by thick grass and trees that looked golden in the late afternoon sunlight. Wanda pulled up in the shade and shut off the engine.

She stepped out swiftly and unlocked the trunk, revealing a folded blanket and a little wicker package. She gave me a look over her shoulder. "You said you liked strawberries, right?"

My heart made a dumb little flip. "You remembered?"

"Of course I did, Detka. " Detka? What is the word? Is this some sort of nickname? petname?

We sat near the lake, shoes kicked off, with the wind gently blowing on our faces. She spread out the blanket with only a flick of her wrist by magic as if she had done it a hundred times before. The package includes fresh bread, fruit, chocolate, and even miniature cans of sparkling lemonade.

"You know, this is way too romantic for a friend picnic," I mocked, taking a strawberry from the bowl.

Wanda smiled but said nothing.

We chatted. A lot. Regarding books and favorite places. About music and sports. She described Sokovia in a way that made my heart throb. I told her about my mother teaching me how to make tea and coffee properly, and how I never leave the home without my headphones. The way she listened made me feel as if every word was important.

Her gaze followed the shape of my mouth as I bit into a piece of fruit.

Her fingers touched mine as I went for the lemonade, and she did not draw away.

She had a warm, strong charisma. The sun, for example, is not just warm but also has the potential to burn if you get too close. However, I did not move away.

As the sun began to set, bathing the sky in beautiful orange and gold, she carefully packed everything, moving slowly and thoughtfully.

"You didn't have to do all this," I said quietly as we headed back to the car.

She glanced at me, and the softness in her gaze revealed something deeper, almost possessive.

"I wanted to. I like making you happy."

I opened my lips to respond, but couldn't find the words. It was only a picnic. Right?

The ride back was quieter. The sun was almost gone now, and my mind was racing with questions I didn't know how to ask.

When we arrived at my apartment, she took me to the door. For a short while, it seemed that she wanted to say something. Her fingers moved slightly at her side. Then she simply sighed.

"I'll see you soon," she said.

"Yeah," I replied, smiling despite myself. "I'd like that."

And when I opened the door and slipped inside, I couldn't help but wonder...

There was something about Wanda. Something I did not fully understand. I feel like she is everywhere! But I don't mean it in a bad way, it's as if I can still feel her eyes on me, or her scent? I do not know. I might be overworked...

The days after the picnic did not feel real. They felt like dreams—or perhaps like I hadn't entirely awakened.

At the start, it was simple stuff. My favorite mug was showing clean and dry on the counter when I thought I'd left it in the sink. A book I was reading was suddenly marked on the correct page, even though I had not touched it since Monday.

Then it became more personal.

A pair of delicate underwear I liked was gone. Then another. And a bra. I turned my place upside down looking for them, but they seemed to have disappeared. Nothing else was missing. Just that. Just enough to be annoying.

I tried to joke about it to myself. Maybe the laundry gods were hungry. Perhaps I was losing my mind. But the pit in my gut told me differently.

Nights were the worst.

I started dreaming about her.

Wanda.

Always Wanda.

Sometimes she stood at my bedroom doorway, dressed in her scarlet witch suit, her eyes gently gleaming as she watched me sleep. Sometimes she sat in my bed, snuggled behind me like a second skin, her palm placed low on my tummy, saying my name as if it were sacred.

Sometimes the dreams became darker.

My hands were pinned above my head, and her speech was a seductive whisper in my ear. "Mine. Say it." Her eyes burned dark as she kissed me, her magic wound around my wrists like silk cuffs.

I'd wake up covered in sweat, my sheets twisted, and my body throbbing like it had been touched. Marked.

But no one was there.

Right?

I began locking the windows. Bolting the door. But every morning, it was as if nothing had happened. The locks should be OK. The windows closed. And still, I'd wake up with a feeling of her. Perfume hangs in the air. As if she had just quit.

I convinced myself I was dreaming things.

That the dreams were only dreams.

But yesterday... I noticed a message on my pillow.

Only five words.

Я знаю, ты хочешь меня ( I know you want me )

No signature. No explanation. The handwriting was delicate, looped, and feminine.

I don't remember letting anyone in.

I don't remember anyone being there.

I burned the note in the sink and told myself it was some kind of prank. But I couldn't stop trembling. Not even after the flame died.

After a few days, everything seemed normal again. Okay - normal enough.

Wanda and I continued messaging. Her name was the first thing that appeared on my screen every morning. Good morning, moya lyubov. Do not forget to eat something today. Are you working late again? Do you want me to drop by with anything sweet?

She was warm. Thoughtful. Kind. That type of presence you hadn't realized you needed until she was there every day.

I did not mind. Actually, I was looking forward to it.

Okay, not quite. I was obsessed. With how she made me feel. Her words are patient. She always noted the slightest details, such as when I changed my hairstyle or changed the display at the register at the business.

I'd find myself rereading her texts during slower hours at work, smiling like a lovesick idiot. And every afternoon, exactly after lunch rush, she entered through the café doors in the same comfortable red sweater, as if on script.

We didn't discuss feelings or anything like that. Not yet. But I saw how her gaze lingered on me when she assumed I wasn't looking. She'd brush her fingertips against mine as she returned her change.

She never looked at anyone else in the same way she looked at me.

I wasn't sure what we were.

But I understood exactly what I wanted us to be.

It had become more difficult to pay attention. The discomfort at home hadn't truly vanished. My bathroom light flickered whenever I spoke Wanda's name. My coffee machine brewed on its own—once. Okay, maybe I was fantasizing about her more than I should have.

I had dreams of her holding my hand and putting a gold ring on my finger as everyone around us yelled and celebrated. Dreams of us kissing behind the café, away from the public, her lips soft and respectful on mine.

And other dreams. They left me breathless, hot, and tangled in wet blankets.

I awoke with her name on my lips.

Part of me wanted them to be real.

The things she does in my dreams cause me to moan her name every time I wake up. I can feel her hands exploring my body, but never where I need them to be, her tongue going closer and closer, but then disappearing. AND I was freaking annoyed!

I wake up every morning with wet dreams that seem so good. God, what am I supposed to do? And I even have to touch myself only thinking about her, her fingers, or tongue. Shit I sound like some horny teenager.

The worst thing is that I've never done it with anybody before; YES, I KNOW I'm 24, but I didn't want to waste my virginity on some high school boy who would never be interested in me, until Wanda. She's different.

Even with the lingerie— Yes, again. Another part is gone. This is my favorite one this time. Cream lace and silky silk. It was simply gone. Poof. Like magic. I'd looked into every drawer, pile of laundry, and the back of my closet.

Nothing.

If it hadn't been for the nightmares and the electricity that tingled up my spine whenever Wanda stared at me for too long, I would have been even more terrified. But I was not. Not really.

Perhaps I should have been.

Instead, I smiled to myself, thinking, "What if she takes it?"

That afternoon, I was standing behind the counter replacing cups when the small bell over the entrance rang.

"Yo, caffeine queen," Becca beamed as she took her normal seat near the window. "Got anything strong enough to fix my life?"

I chuckled, having already poured her espresso. "Double shot, coming right up."

Becca Stan, had been one of my very first customers. Now, I have a pal. She stopped by a few times a week, always full of snarky remarks and advice. Today, she was wearing sunglasses indoors, indicating that her night out was either highly successful or very dirty.

"You look like you barely survived," I joked.

"I danced with a long-haired guy with a tattoo of his own face on his chest. So yes, just barely."

I snorted. "What's the opposite of a red flag?"

"God complex with a tequila chaser," she said with a big sigh. "Anyway, enough of my horrible choices. Spill. "What is going on in your love life?"

I blinked. "What love life?"

"Oh, please," she smiled. "The redhead who has been coming every day for, what, a month now? Same jacket, same smile, same eyes that are nearly stripping you over the counter?"

"Wanda's just...sweet," I muttered, but my cheeks felt heated.

"Sweet?" Maya lifted her eyebrow. "Bro, she looks at you like you're her prey, she literally looks scary."

I leaned on the counter, biting my lip. "Okay. Perhaps she is more than sweet."

"Tell me everything."

I hesitated, but something within me wanted to say it. "We had been messaging a lot. She brought me to a picnic last week. It wasn't a traditional date, but it felt special."

Becca grinned. "You like her."

"I do."

"And?"

"And I think about her all the time," I said gently. "I dream of her. Strangely often."

"Sexy dreams?"

I looked down, ashamed. "...Sometimes."

"Ooooh," she smiled, thrilled.

I giggled and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "She helps me feel protected. "I feel like she's always looking out for me."

Becca lifted her eyebrows again. "Is anyone keeping an eye out for you? Or are you simply watching?"

I stopped. For a fleeting second, I remembered the missing underwear. The strange note, I still assumed it hadn't happened. My spine tingled when I was alone, as if someone was still watching me.

"Maybe both," I answered, gentler than usual.

Becca leaned back with a knowing expression on her face, drinking her cappuccino. "Don't let those gentle eyes deceive you, baby. Obsession might appear to be romance-until it isn't."

It started with the bracelet.

The silver is thin and delicate, with a little blood-red stone inset in the middle. She'd put it around my wrist with an almost arrogant look and said softly, "Just something to keep you safe when I'm not around." Her fingers lingered a little too long, and her eyes searched mine, as if she wanted to say something else but didn't.

I haven't taken it off since.

At first, it was just because it was attractive. Then it was because I enjoyed how it made me feel—warm and protected. Even though I was alone, I felt like I wasn't. And then... I could not describe it. I did not want to take it off. Not for a shower. Not for sleeping.

Tonight, I was closing up my shop alone. The rest of the lights were turned down, creating golden shadows across the café. I was cleaning a coffee pot when something grabbed my attention.

The stone on the bracelet.

It pulsed.

Not with light, but with power. A faint, constant throb that sounds like a heartbeat. A heartbeat that was not mine.

I froze. The room felt instantly cooler, and the hair on my arms stood stiff.

Just the lights, I reminded myself. Just sleepy eyes. But deep down, I knew better.

Then the door chimed.

I turned, already knowing who it was.

Wanda stood there in the dimness, silent and still. No coat, no gloves, and no smile. It's just her.

My chest clenched.

"Hey," I said, attempting to seem casual. "You scared me."

She went inside, closing the door behind her. She did not speak for a moment. Just gazed at me, her eyes dark and inexplicable.

My hands dried rapidly. "I didn't expect you. Is everything okay?"

"You didn't text me today," she whispered quietly, moving closer. "I waited."

"I—sorry," I blinked. "Work was chaotic. I did not mean to ignore you."

Her eyes dropped to the bracelet. "But you wore it."

"Yeah," I grinned hesitantly. "Of course. I love it."

Something about the way she stared at me made my heart race. Her eyes were heavy with emotion. Something heavy.

She stepped carefully behind the counter, fingertips tracing across the marble exterior, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I saw someone walking you home last night."

"What?" I blinked. "That was only a neighbor. I did not even speak to—"

"I don't care who it was."

My throat was dry.

"You belong to me," she remarked almost passionately. "You know that, right?"

I did not react.

"You're not scared of me," she said, her voice gentle and almost respectful. Her eyes were dark red. "You want me. You just don't know how much."

My voice cracked. "Wanda, I-"

"I'll walk you home."

"No, I am fi-ne"

I tried to think of anything to say, but I couldn't. Everything went black. The only thing I remember is her hands around me, protecting me from a fall....

My eyes opened to the darkness.

The air was cold. Too silent. An odd smell lingered—something wet and aged, like mold and cement.

I sat up slowly, my body throbbing in areas I didn't realize could hurt. My head throbbed, heavy and cloudy, as if I'd been pulled from the depths of a black sea.

Where am I?

There was no bed and no window. Only harsh walls—gray, peeling paint, and shadows. A solitary, faint light bulb flashed above, its chain swaying gently, as if someone had recently been there.

I called out, and my voice cracked. "Hello?"

No response.

Panic entered my chest like smoke. I stood, wobbly, and staggered towards the door. Locked. Of course. I hammered on it till my hands ached.

"Let me out!"

Silence.

Finally, a little slot in the door opened. The tray slipped through. A bottle of water. Some type of dry bread. No words were said.

It continued on like this for days.

I had no idea what time it was. No one speaks. Just the tray. Sometimes food, sometimes nothing. The water was never in full bottles, only enough to keep me from falling. I counted the droplets as if they were gold.

I lost count of how long I had been there. I began chatting to myself, only to hear a voice. I glanced at the ceiling and said, "What the hell is going on?" over and over until the words stopped making sense.

But what is the worst part?

I failed to remember how I got here.

The last thing I recalled was... closing the shop. Wanda had walked me home. She held my hand. Her voice was soft. I remember that.

Then nothing.

Was it a dream? No. This wasn't a dream.

Today was different.

The food tray came late. I was crouched up in the corner when I heard the metal move. But rather than going away, I heard voices. For the first time.

Male voices.

"You think she's awake?"

"I do not care. I'm bored with waiting around. She's not a princess."

My stomach sank.

Footsteps getting closer.

The door creaked open.

One of them came in—a large, heavyset man with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and eyes that made my skin crawl. The other remained near the door, moving anxiously.

"Hey there, sweetheart," the guy remarked in a thick, nasty voice. "You look lonely."

I backed up so quickly that I smacked the wall, heart thumping and lungs hardly functioning.

He grinned. "I just want to have some fun, slut"

"Do n't—don't come any closer," I said, my voice shaking.

The other man spoke from the back. "She said no one touched her. Those were the rules."

He waved his hand. "Do you think she's going to know? Just a quick fuck, that is all. She won't say anything."

He grabbed me as he unzipped his pants.

I yelled.

And then everything exploded.

BOOM.

The wall beside the front door burst inward, sending cracks of wood and concrete flying across the room. The man at the entrance was thrown back swiftly, his body smashing against the far wall with an unsettling crunch.

The other barely had time to turn before his body rose from the ground, dark magic wrapping around his body parts like snakes, twisting till bones broke and cries rang out.

Then quiet.

Wanda stood at the doorway, eyes burning deep red and hands shaking with fury. Blood streaked over her cheek. Her chest heaved, as if she had sprinted through fire.

Her magic disappeared. The man dropped to the ground with a dull bang.

She walked nearer, her expression changing from wrath to dread as she gazed at me.

"Y/N," she sighed. Her voice cracked. "I'm very sorry. I didn't realize—he wasn't meant to—"

She was kneeling before I could respond, her hands hovering but not touching my arms, as if she was frightened of hurting me further.

"They were not supposed to touch you. They were not even supposed to speak to you. I assigned them rules. I—I was watching. I swear, I was watching."

I blinked, my eyesight blurred.

She eventually touched me, gently and carefully, sliding her fingertips over my face as if she were confirming my identity.

"I am here now. You are safe. I'll never let anyone near you again."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again. "You're coming home with me. Home, moya lyubov."

...

The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft mattresses, a slight scent of lavender, and the heat of sunshine stroking over my skin through open curtains.

I blinked gently, my heart beating before I opened my eyes.

Where was I?

No concrete. There's no moist air. There are no locked doors.

Just silk pillows. A softer mattress. Clean pajamas on my body that were clearly not mine.

My throat was dry, my lips parched, and my limbs weakened, yet I was familiar with this room. I had spotted it in passing. Wanda's bedroom.

Her bed.

I sat up with effort, my heart crashing as I struggled to remember how I got here and what had happened previously. Wanda- covered in blood, whispering apologies and promises, hugging me like I'd break apart if she let go- was the last memory I had.

"Wanda?" My voice was strong and broken.

The door creaked open quickly.

She was there.

Perfect. Organized. Hair in curls down her shoulders, a silky purple sweater caressing her figure. She appeared to have walked out of a dream, specifically mine.

However, there was something behind her gaze. That ever-glowing red, pale but throbbing under her eyes like a beating heart. Dark, silent, and waiting.

"Y/N," she replied softly, entering inside. "You're awake."

"Where am I?" Despite knowing the answer, I asked.

"My home," she said without skipping a beat. "Where you belong to."

I swallowed hard. "You kidnapped me."

Her expression twitched.

"No," she said, her tone cold and measured. "I rescued you."

"From the people you hired!"

"It was never supposed to happen! I gave them rules! They ignored me; one of them touched you. Do you know what it did to me? Her voice broke, the quiet melting into something more cruel. "I wanted to burn the entire world for what he almost did to you."

I gazed at her. She was shaking.

She didn't even bother to disguise it anymore.

"And so what?" I whispered. "You brought me here?" Locked me in another room? "Lied to me about everything?"

She remained silent for a beat. Her jaw clenched.

"I was scared," she said finally. "I wasn't sure how else to keep you safe. I knew you would not understand. That you'd leave."

"Wanda." My voice dropped. "You can’t force someone to stay."

Her gaze grew dark. "However, here you are. I'm still here. You continue to stare at me as if you don't despise me."

That stung.

since it was true.

I avoided my gaze, my lips trembling. "I should hate you."

"You don't," she whispered quietly as she moved in closer.

Her warmth, irresistible charm, and obvious presence were overpowering. With her in the room, it seemed as though the entire world had reduced to the area between us.

I confessed, "I dream about you every night. I'm no longer even sure where dreams finish and reality begins. Your lips come to mind. Your hands. You treat me as though I'm yours. I missed you even when I was locked up. How in the heck does it describe me?"

Wanda gasped with surprise.

She was now kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of me.

"You're mine," she said, her voice breaking with passion. "You were always mine."

With a tear streaming down my cheek, I whispered, "I'm afraid of you. Additionally, I love you. Both."

Before I could speak another word, Wanda rushed forward and kissed me.

It was bruises. In a desperate situation. Everything.

Her body pressed down on mine with a desire that shocked me from the bottom of my heart as my back struck the pillows. Her lips moved as if she longed to reclaim me, her fingers got caught in my hair, and her knee slipped between my legs.

Helpless, I groaned into her mouth.

It wasn't sweet. It was not a slow one.

It was religion, battle, and desire.

Her fingers burned over my waist and ribs as they moved beneath my shirt. My hips bucked up into hers as her tongue teased mine and her fangs grazed my bottom lip with a snarl.

She kissed a line down to my collarbone and said, "I won't let you go. Never."

I sighed, my eyes drooping closed, "I don't want you to."

"You are everything," she said in a whisper. "You were always."

Then her lips found mine once again, seizing me and binding me to her in every manner she could.

I also gave her permission.

I let her. God help me.

She was shaking her hands.

It's from constraint, not fear.

With her hot eyes blazing like a hurricane hardly contained, Wanda loomed above me. As her fingers ran down my sides, her lips were swollen from our kiss, her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was flowing forward—tentative, respectful. As if she still feared that if she touched me too forcefully, I might disappear.

However, I no longer wanted soft.

Not this evening.

Breathless, I said, "Wanda." moan "Touch me."

For just a moment, her power surged as her eyes darkened, a flash of red moving across the room as if it were attracted to the way my thighs moved beneath her.

Her voice was low and harsh as she rasped, "Say it again."

"Touch me," I said again, dragging her by her shirt as my lips touched her jaw. "Please."

All she needed was that.

Once more, her mouth was on mine, deeper and more demanding, her tongue slipping past my lips as her hand finally went beneath my shirt. Her cold fingertips skated over my ribs and up my stomach before cupping my breast through the thin bra fabric.

Arching my back into her touch, I gasped into her lips.

"You're so soft," she moaned, trailing her kisses down my neck, her voice heavy with need. "This is really amazing. Mine."

The way she said it made me ache between my thighs.

Her knee pressed in farther, pressing precisely near my pussy, and I couldn't help but moan. My hips pressed against her voluntarily, pursuing contact, and she groaned—low and guttural.

"Tell me no," she whispered suddenly, moving back just enough to meet my gaze, her magic crackling slightly in her palms. "Tell me no, and I will stop. Even today. Even after everything."

I reached up and covered her face with my hands.

"I want you," I stated. "I want this."

And then there was no holding back.

Her soft hands destroyed the pyjamas I was wearing in one swift motion... her mouth wrapped around my nipple, her tongue swirling while her fingers moved beneath the waistband of my underwear, teasing but never quite giving in.

"Fuck" I whispered, already wet for her. "Please…"

She rejected me, her fingers eventually lowering and gliding between my folds with a cry of pleasure.

"So wet for me already?" She mumbled. "You've been dreaming about this too, haven't you?"

I nodded, breathless, holding to her shoulders as her fingers slid within me, slowly and steadily at first, curving just right, causing my legs to shake.

She knew exactly how to ruin me

"I'll tell you a secret now: every night you dreamt of me, and it was I who implanted those dreams in your precious little mind. I stroked your body, and I controlled you, but I never touched you where you needed it the most. Do you know why?"

Her lips found mine again as she picked up the pace, her thumb circling my clit in a rhythm that made me cry out, hips bucking. The coil in my stomach tightened fast, unbearable and perfect.

"Because I wanted you to let me in by choice, and now look at you. Moya lyubov "

"Come for me, baby," she said softly, her voice like silk and evil. "Let go."

It did not take long.

I crumbled beneath her touch, gasping her name as if it were a request, a curse, or the only thing that mattered in the damn world. She kissed me through it, uttering praises in Sokovian as her fingers remained deep within, till I couldn't take it anymore.

When I finally opened my eyes, she looked at me as if I had hung the stars.

"You're mine now," she told me, kissing my temple. "Forever."

I was still breathless, trembling beneath her, my skin hot and slippery with sweat. Wanda stared down at me as if I were her best creation. I felt like I belonged completely to her.

And, yes, perhaps I did.

I let out a gentle giggle, attempting to get the power to move us and lay her onto her back. "Let me return the favor," I said softly, kissing her collarbone. "You always care for me..." I'd want to do something for you.

But before I could move lower, red magic tentacles wrapped around my wrists and pinned them softly but firmly above my head. I looked up at her, confused and immediately panting with passion.

"Wanda?"

Her grin became sharp, dangerous. Her eyes shone with molten red.

"You don't need to," she said, reaching down to kiss my face and sliding her lips to my ear. "Tonight… I'd want to mark you. Claim you. Allow the entire world to feel what I already know: you are mine."

Suddenly, I felt something press against my thighs.

Firm. Warm.

I gasped as the shape completely nestled against me before I could see what it was. Wanda sat back, straddling my hips, with a lightning red strap-on between her thighs, charmed and throbbing with her magic, as if it had been created from the raw essence of her power.

I swallowed hard.

It moved with her as if it belonged there. Like it was a part of her.

"Wanda…" I sighed, heat collecting down in my gut once more.

She grinned.

"I made it just for you," she whispered, trailing a glowing finger along my jaw. "Sensitive to every touch. Every clench. I’ll feel everything you give me."

I was already soaked again, legs trembling, and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

My breath caught.

"I want to make sure I fill you full until there is no more room. Even if it is impossible, my magic does not care. It wants to own you. Just as I do."

She leaned over me again, positioning herself, her body pushing against mine.

"And you, my sweet, innocent girl, are mine to ruin."

She pushed in slowly and carefully, paying close attention as every inch disappeared inside me. My spine straightened, nails sinking into the blankets, and my lips fell wide in a yell.

"Fuck," I gasped. "Wanda—"

"I can feel you," she moaned, her eyes closing. "So fucking tight, Detka. My precious little virgin. "Love of my life."

She pushed further, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my throat.

"Look at you," she said, panting quietly. "Taking all of me in this way..." And you were saving yourself for whoever, some boy? "Some stranger?"

Her hand moved between my thighs again, pressing tight circles into my clit as she started to move slowly and deeply.

"No," she muttered, her voice shaking. "It was always going to be me. The first. The only."

The strap pulsed inside me as if it were alive, with enchantment pouring through each nerve ending. I was already close again, my legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her in intensely.

"Gonna fuck my name into you," she growled, her pace hard and severe. "Make sure no one else can ever touch you again without tasting me."

I wanted it.

I wanted everything.

"Say it," she urged, grasping my chin as her speed never slowed. "Say who you belong to."

"You," I gasped out. "You, Wanda—I'm yours!"

Her eyes darkened, and her mouth smashed against mine again as her cum filled your tummy...

"I know, baby," she said softly against my lips. "And now everyone else will too."

Your body was still shaking as she carefully, slowly pulled you out. Her spell disappeared like mist in the early sun, leaving just her hands—warm, genuine, and soothing—tracing across your skin.

"Shh, I've got you," she said, her voice suddenly gentle and human again.

You barely had the strength to talk, still stunned and overwhelmed, floating on a cloud of happiness and Wanda's affection. She kissed your forehead, face, and shoulder, murmuring apologies and affirmations into every inch of you.

"I'm sorry I got so carried away," she said, embracing you in her arms and drawing a big, warm blanket around both of you. Her fingers gently stroked through your hair. "You just… You make me lose control."

You grinned softly while gathering your breath. "I like it when you do."

Her laughing was low, filled with disbelief and admiration. "Of course you do." You are mine."

She snuggled you beneath her chin, your body perfectly matching hers. Her heartbeat was regular and clear. Safe. Home.

And then, softer than before, she muttered the following words into your hair:

"I love you."

Your heart halted for a brief minute, shattering and then rebuilding stronger.

She drew back just enough to look into your eyes, and her expression was blank. There's no magic. No power games. Just Wanda.

"I don't think I've ever loved anyone before," she said, her eyes misting. "It is not like this. "Not like you."

You reached up and brushed your fingers across her cheek.

"I love you, too."

And she held you all night, rubbing gentle strokes on your back.

And when the morning came, you were still there, wrapped in Wanda's arms—safe, full, and hers.

AN: Should I make part 2?

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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Queen Wanda x fem princess reader

WARNING: dub con, evil Wanda, non consensual, smut, minors do not read,18+ only, I’m sorry if it’s bad

Wanda had successfully taken down a powerful kingdom, she used the darkhold to enhance her chaos magic and usurp the throne. The people feared Wanda and her chaos magic, she was a force of evil, bringer of doom, and destroyer of realities.

Unknown to others is that Wanda had an ulterior motive and that was to steal the kingdoms princess y/n. Wanda had listend to the tails of the princess and her formidable healing magic, she was said to bring light in to the life of the a dying man. Wanda had craved the magic and she wanted the princess for herself. She travelled down to the dungeons and saw the princess chained up, she was beautiful with her long hair and doe eyes that held so much anger towards Wanda.

“I demand to be released at one you evil witch” y/n shouted at Wanda.

Wanda smirked as she undid the restraints of the princess, “ as you wish my princess” Wanda said as she used her magic to float the princess so she follows her.

Y/n was terrified and fearful of the evil witch. She was alone and vulnerable her kingdom being destroyed and her power weakened, she was hoping to escape but with how weak she was and the inability to feel her power she doubted her plans would go as she wanted.

Wanda took y/n to her bedchambers leaving her their with a group of maids to wash and cleanse her, when she returned Wanda was pleased to see that the princess was dressed in a fine silk night dress with delicate lace material made from the finest silks.

The princess who had been struggling to stand leaned against the bed, she felt dizzy and lightheaded? It was odd as if a force was messing with her head and compelling her into a haze where she could not even function. Unknown to her was that Wanda had been messing with her head the full time making her compliant and quiet, Wanda often found it bothersome with loud noises and frankly she had no patience for the princess to struggle and complain.

Y/n fell to the bed trying her best to breath and focus on her own healing magic to keep her conscious, but she had been so tried from the battle and healing the wounded that she was left weak.

“How beautiful you are princess, lying there quite and complaint for your queen to enjoy” Wanda said as she stalked towards the bed like a predator circling its prey.

She stripped y/n of her clothes leaving her bare, y/n body was flushed and beautiful that it left Wanda mesmerised, the princess was mumbling lost in her own head failed to notice that Wanda was stripping her own robes.

She pressed her naked body against the princess embracing the warm flesh and moaning at the feeling of the warm magic seeping into her skin, it made Wanda feel refreshed and high, as if the princess body was a drug to the witch.

“Ple-ase, please spare me…. I will serve you with my magic, j-ust please..” the princess meekly whimpered

“Shh, sweet princess there is no escaping me and what I want is you so I shall have you” Wanda remarked as she begin to prep kisses all over the princess body littering her heated skin starting from her neck down to her breasts where she sucked and kissed the hardened nipples. Her tongue circled each as she continued down biting and kissing as the princess moaned her body arching and trembling due to the magic as well as the overbearing pleasure she felt.

Wanda reached y/n thighs sucking the inner skin and kissing her, she liked a path up her slit and swirled her tongue gathering the princess arousal and sucking on her clit. Her tongue was unforgiving and relentless pleasuring the princess in unimaginable ways. “You taste divine my princess ” Wanda moaned out as she greedily stuck her tongue in and fucked her hard.

Y/n was a mess of moans and cries as she trembled and moans her thighs clamping around wandas head as she neared her peak, she had never felt pleasure like this and everything she was feeling was so overbearing all she could do was cry and beg for it to stop or beg for it to continue she didn’t know which one, as her climax neared she was a mess and all she could do was shake as Wanda sent her into unforgivable pleasure.

Wanda licked every drop of cum dripping form the sweet princess legs, she moaned at the taste and pressed kisses to her stomach, “sweet princess you are the most beautiful women I’ve had, you shall become my bride but for now I shall let your poor body rest as well as your little Brian that I have tortured” Wanda said as she smirked cruelly at the princess finally easing her magic of.

Y/n felt relieved, her mind wasn’t constantly hurting and she didn’t feel as if she was in a haze, her body was so spent all she could do was close her eyes and sleep unknown to her future with the chaos queen.

Wanda smiled as she embraced the princess kissing her shoulders she relished in her warm magic already planning for the upcoming weeks filled with messing with the poor princess she had captured.

(Note) idk what this is sorry if it’s bad, I’m dyslexic and my spelling and grammer is horrendous 😭 also I wrote this at 4 am so yeh…

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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WARNINGS: step mum Wanda x fem reader, no smut sorry I couldn’t be bothered, dom Wanda, Wanda is a major bitch, she’s a little crazy, reader is a simp for Wanda, reader is legal age.

You always knew Wanda didn’t want you there.

The day she married your dad, she didn’t even look at you. She stood at the altar with her lipstick too red and her smile too sharp, like she’d practiced it in a mirror until it could cut glass. After the honeymoon, she moved in and began rearranging everything — including your life.

Your bedroom door disappeared first. She said privacy was for people who earned it.

She started controlling your screen time, monitoring what you ate, and constantly watching you with the same eerie look that sent chills through your body.

The worst part was… that you had the biggest crush on her, she was beautiful, out of the world.

You thought she had the prettiest green eyes and the softest of hair, all you craved was her approval and love towards you.

The divorce wasn’t a surprise. You saw it coming in the way your dad stopped kissing Wanda goodbye, and the way Wanda had begun to send death glares towards your farther.

When the papers came, she didn’t cry. Of course not. Wanda didn’t do tears — not real ones. She wore black like it was a gala and said, “It’s about time, don’t you think?”

Your dad packed quickly. He asked if you wanted to come with him.

You opened your mouth to say yes — of course, yes — but Wanda stepped forward, arms crossed.

“She’s staying,” she said, as if you were a piece of furniture.

“I’ve already filed for full custody,” she said smoothly, brushing invisible lint from her sleeve. “I’m not letting her bounce around like a disobedient girl. She needs stability.”

You looked at your dad. You wanted him to fight for you. To yell. To do something.

He didn’t.

He sighed. “If that’s what she wants…”

You didn’t say a word.

Of course you didn’t. How could you have? When all you wanted and craved the most was her love, a hopeful part of you thought that maybe Wanda would love you. How naive you were… her love for you was cruel and twisted.

It was a normal school evening… You weren’t even that late.

Just forty minutes after school. You stayed behind to finish an art project you had been working on.

The sky was still pale when you unlocked the door. You stepped in quietly, slipped off your shoes, and dropped your bag by the stairs.

You barely made it halfway to the kitchen before she appeared.

Wanda.

Leaning against the doorway like she’d been waiting there for hours, arms crossed, lips painted blood-red and pressed into a tight line.

“Well, well,” she said, her voice sweet and sharp like poisoned honey. “Look who finally decided to show up.”

You blinked. “I— I was doing my art work-

“Do I look like I care?” she snapped, stepping forward. “Do I look like I asked for some sob story about why you think curfews don’t apply to you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry I won’t be late again I promise,” you said as you trembled under her scrutinising gaze.

“Kneel”

“What?” You looked at her as if she had gone mad, she had this crazed look in her eyes that sent the hairs at the back of your neck standing up.

She stalked closer to you, circling you, slowly and steadily, until her hand shot out grabbing a fist full of your hair and forcefully pushing you on the floor before her so you where keeling, looking up at her submissively as she had wanted.

“There, much better” she said as she petted your hair.

“I’m sor-“

Your apology was cut off by a harsh slap on your cheek that sent your hard snapping to the other side, tears bloomed in your eyes as you swallowed down the lump in your throat, looking down at the floor in humiliation.

Wanda sneered down at you from above, holding your hair to the root of your scalp as she tugged your face back up at her.

“You’re a dirty fucking whore, you where out weren’t you? Fucking some guy like the slut you are?”

“No I swear I wasn’t, I was doing my work I swear. Please Wanda I’m not lying” you said as your body shook with tears. And it was true, you had never fucked anyone and was nothing more than a horny virgin who wanted to get fucked by her stepmother.

“Strip for me”

You looked up at Wanda as if she had gone mad. The pull of your hair reminded you of her command and that her command was very much real.

So you did as she requested, because a sick part of you was excited to strip for Wanda, to show her your body, to be vulnerable under her and worship the ground she walks on.

“Good girl” she said as she stared at your body that was covered in nothing but your white panties and matching bra with a hungry look in her eyes.

“Now be a good girl for mommy and kiss her heels, I want you to lick it”

Your lips trembled as you pressed your forehead against her high heels that she always wore, and you kissed the red heels, shamelessly licking it. It disgusted you how much licking her heels exited you, your stomach was fluttering and your panties were laughably wet.

“hmm, your such a good bitch for mommy, keep kissing, I want to see you kneel like a dog”

She petted your hair and pulled you back up, until you were stood tall again.

Then she slapped you again, on your other cheek this time.

You cried out holding your stinging cheek.

“That’s for being a dirty whore and always seducing me with your little pink skirts”

Then she did something unexpected. She pulled you in and kissed you.

Her lips were bruising and all consuming, her tongue forcing itself in your mouth as you moaned and whimpered against her mouth like a desperate whore.

“Mommy, mommy please” you begged her desperately , your pride thrown away long ago.

“Hush baby, mommy knows your little panties are all soaked, but I’m not gonna fuck you cause you’ve been a naughty girl”

You whimpered shamelessly, as if she hadn’t hit you twice, as if she hadn’t degraded you and made you lick her heels like a dog.

“Go upstairs to your room and think about your actions, if you be a good girl mommy might go upstairs and fuck your greedy little cunt like the slut you are”

Your pussy clenched at her words and your legs trembled, finally you had got what you wanted. Her attention, your farther wasn’t here to intrude no more, she would use you as she pleased, and you would thank her for it, you would beg for her to hit you, to fuck you, and to love you.

Wanda watched as you walked up the stairs clothes in hand and arousal dripping down your thighs.

She knew from then on that you were her’s, she would do anything to you and you would accept it with open arms. Why?

Cause she had trained you into being her desperate needy puppy, from the very start she had deprived you of affection and love, now she would slowly introduce it, and when you had been consumed entirely by her, she would keep you locked with her forever.

As her one and only precious love.

Note: I spent way longer on this, I tried correcting my grammar, hope you enjoy xx

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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i know places series

“You don’t belong with your family. You belong with us. Don't they teach you in church that everything happens for a reason.”

wanda and natasha just want whats best for you

minors DNI, I am not responsible for your media consumption

a/n: I will most likely end at 10 chapters but will post one shots within the “universe” - tysm for reading <3

chapters

chapter 1 "I'm yours..."

chapter 2 dreamscape

chapter 3 the first time

chapter 4 “ask nicer”

chapter 5 "this is your home"

chapter 6 "hold it"

chapter 7 "mommy wants to fuck a baby into you"

chapter 8 "so perfect for me"

chapter 9 “wanna play a game?”

drabbles

“We’ve been married for a while now, you just didn’t know it."*

more coming...

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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“Yeah, keep fucking crying. Mommy wants to fuck a baby into you.”

i know places - chapter 7

dark!wandanat x reader

ch 6 | ch 8

wc: 2.7k

tw: “virginity loss”, strap sex, straps referred to as cocks, stockholm syndrome, mean!daddy natasha, soft!mommy wanda, slapping, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink, overstimulation, “forced” pregnancy (you’ll see), religion (just at the beginning), natasha pov, wanda pov

a/n: this is a long time coming, 80% of this has been written for months I just hate writing the in between stuff :((( tysm for all your kind words and for reading this <33

mdni!!!

Natasha

She pulled her into her bedroom, the one where she first touched her. It seemed like the correct place to do this, at least for the first time.

She was dressed all pretty in white, her hair cascading down her back, half of it tied back with a white bow.

Wanda had decorated the room, a little tacky for her taste. Candles were everywhere, it did make the room seem so soft for what they were going to do to her.

Natasha guided her to lay down on the soft mattress, spreading her legs so Natasha could sit between them.

“Father always said it was the worst sin I could commit.” She said softly.

“It isn’t. Them diminishing you was.”

Natasha pushed a strand of hair behind my head. “Doesn’t it feel good when you finish around my fingers?” Her face reddened, how sweet. Natasha wondered just how hard she could push. “Talk.”

“Y-yes it does.” she squirmed some more. “Father said that sins always feel good at first.”

“Well trust me, this will always feel good. Everything happens for a reason right?” She nodded. “God led you to us. He knew how much you needed us. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Look at me.” Her face reddened again. “You are such a good girl. Now don’t let us down.”

She nodded again, her eyes beautiful wide as she looked up at Natasha.

She wanted to ruin her. She wanted to cut her open and taste her. The poor doll could barely handle her fingers and mouth, she couldn’t imagine what it would look like when she began using toys.

“Daddy?” She asked softly.

“Yes, angel.”

“You love me?”

“More than anything.” More than anything. Natasha would tear the world apart if something happened to her. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

Natasha couldn’t help it. She leaned forward and kissed her. She couldn’t my hold back any more. Natasha straddled the girls waist whilst gripping her jaw so hard it would bruise. She hoped it bruised. Every mark she left on her was a reminder that she would never leave. Well, could never leave.

Her moans were so soft, so light. That’s how Natasha wanted her, Daddy’s, soft little princess. Moldable, gullible, and dumb.

She jerked her hips up. Natasha pushed hers into them. “Needy baby.” She said, sitting up.

“You pathetic thing.” She squirmed under her. “So desperate for someone to fuck you huh?”

She bit her lip and shook her head. Natasha slapped her for it. “Slut.”

She whined in response, Natasha had to take a deep breath to control herself. They had plans for tonight, such good plans.

“Where’s mommy?”

She smacked her again, harder this time. Her hand game up to her cheek. She was quick to pin it back down. “You love her more than me?”

“No—No daddy— I—“

Natasha shushed her. Her lips were always so soft and sweet. She pushed her thumb past them into her warm mouth. Wanda had found the right one. The desperate look in her eyes made Natasha’s chest tight.

Her eyes were wide and full of devotion as her lips wrapped around Natasha’s knuckle. “Say you love me.”

Her response was muffled by her finger, drool ran down her face. She was so incredibly fuckable. “Here’s how this is going to go. You can either take it like a good girl and let daddy fuck you. Or you can fight it and daddy will still fuck you. Which one do you think you’ll enjoy more?”

“First one.” She mumbled around the finger.

“Smart girl.” Natasha pulled back, popping her thumb into her mouth to suck off her drool.

Natasha pulled her hands back, admiring the girl below her. All pretty in white for her, like a little virgin. Her neck was covered in bruises, both hickeys and from their fingers. One of her breasts still had a scar from where Natasha had cut her that first time. Fond memory.

The door opened softly, welcoming in Wanda. She wore a small silk dress, red. She looked delicious. She smiled at the both of them, her eyes first going to Natasha and then down to the blushing girl before her.

“Pretty baby.” She cooed, finding her spot on the bed. She would sit beside her, with her head in her lap. There were no restraints this time, but Natasha didn’t think she’d run.

Wanda placed a soft kiss on her forehead, pulling her head into her lap.

“Mommy.”

“I know, baby.” Wanda kissed her lips, her hands playing with the end of her little dress. She pulled it off of her. She whined as goosebumps rose on her skin.

Natasha took her time. She licked and sucked at her sweet pussy until she was begging to finish but no. She would do that around her cock. Slowly she worked her pussy open, one finger at a time. The sheets were soaked, her face flushed.

Natasha sat up, keeping her legs spread as she looked down at her bare, soaked, pussy. She smiled, taking off her boxers to finally reveal her strap.

“No…” She breathed out, trying to move away.

Wanda calmed her down with gentle kisses. Natasha just lined her cock up with her doll. Fuck. This might break her.

“Daddy…it’s gonna hurt!” She cried out, her hands clawing at Natasha’s arms. She didn’t want her tied up this time, no she wanted to feel the resistance.

“Hopefully.” Natasha joked, winking at her.

Natasha lined her strap up with her weeping pussy, she could lie all she fucking wanted—her pussy was soaked.

She thanked every god out there for Wanda’s powers. She felt every little squeeze of her on her strap. It shot right to her clit.

She gasped under her as the tip slipped in, Natasha had to hold back a moan of her own. She squeezed her like a vice, even all of this to get her prepared and she was still this fucking tight.

Wanda brushed the hair that had fallen into her face, kissing her flushed and sweaty cheek. “Does it feel good princess?”

“Hurts mommy.”

Natasha smiled, snaking an arm to her throat. “I’m filling this cunt every day for the rest of my life, bunny.” Natasha pulled out the tip, pushing in a little further. She fought against it, her hands pushing Natasha away. Her strength was nothing in compression.

“Quit fighting it.” Natasha pushed in a little more, just to torture her, before pulling out again. “Your little pussy is so wet baby, you were made for this. So take it like the fuckdoll you are.”

Of course, tears started spilling from her eyes. A dumb little cry baby. Natasha fucked her further, only a little bit more and she’d be all the way in.

When their hips meant, she let out a moan. Instantly, she bit her lip to stifle it but Wanda pulled it away. Natasha slapped her instead. “Don't do that bullshit.” She nodded, her eyes beautifully glossed over.

Natasha pulled back out and pushed back in, having to fight the urge to finish right on the spot. She groaned under her, eyes screwing shut. Natasha kept fucking her slowly, trying to stop any pain she was feeling.

Her head swam with everything that was open to her now. And her sweet little pussy felt heavenly wrapped around her.

Slowly, she picked up the pace. She moaned under her, reltening to the pleasure she was feeling. Wanda still was whispering sweet nothings in her ears and playing with her nipples.

Natasha’s fingers found their way to her clit. She shrieked at the just at the mere touch of her fingers on her. Her sweet pussy clenched around Natasha.

“Fuck look at you.” Natasha groaned, taking the sight in. Her entire body was flushed, her stomach slightly bulging as she thrusted into her. She couldn’t help herself, she slapped her hard across the face, loving the reddening already.

She started to shake, her eyes screwing closed as she pussy fluttered. “Cum for me, slut.”

She cried out as she came around her cock, Natasha couldn’t help herself but finish. The fake cum shot out of her tip and into her. She seemed to fucked out to even notice. Natasha’s hips stilled, her head spinning with the right feeling of her wrapped around her.

“What do good girls say?” Wanda asked, kissing her neck.

“T-thank you- d-daddy.”

Natasha’s hands were shaking as she grabbed her thighs and threw them over her shoulder. She gasped out as Natasha pushed back into her fully.

“Is it deeper?”

She moaned, nodding as she looked to Wanda. “Mommy please it’s too much—“

Wanda shushed her, placing a kiss to her lips. “Daddy’s giving you so much. It’s time to be thankful.”

“I-I’m so sorry.” She cried out, “T-thank y-you.”

Her poor little legs were trembling as Natasha picked up the pace again. White cream and light spots of blood mixed on her cock. Fuck it only spurred her on.

She relented to the pleasure completely. Her eyes were half open as moans left her mouth. “God you were fucking made for this.” Natasha groaned.

She pushed a hand down onto where her stomach bulged out.

“Daddy!” She moaned out, her fingernails digging into her arms again. “Feels s-s-so good…”

“Yeah you like when daddy fucks you?”

She nodded so Natasha fucked her harder. Her eyes shot open, “Daddy…”

“Too much?”

She nodded, her hands pushing Natasha away once again.

“Good.”

Natasha completely pulled out, watching as the mix of liquids spilled out of her poor little cunt. She used her fingers to push all her cum back inside of her.

She flipped her over so fast she couldn’t protest and shoved her cock back into her pussy. She screamed out in pain but Natasha didn’t care.

Fuck her pussy was so heavenly, she didn’t think she’d ever get enough.

“Wans you’re going to love this.” She groaned, shoving her face into the mattress. “Squeezing me so nice.”

“I bet.” Wanda smiled, moving so that she was kneeling beside them. “Our little princess is always a good girl. Think she’ll cum again for you?”

“She will.”

Wanda sat up, kissing Natasha as she fucked into her. Then she felt Wanda’s fingers begin to play with her clit again.

It didn’t take long for her pussy begin to flutter again, then she was spasming around them, sucking Natasha cock further into her. Natasha came again, spilling more and more into her.

Natasha didn’t pull out, fuck no. She had to keep all her cum in there for Wanda.

Wanda

Wanda worked her tired body to sit up. Her face was defeated but her eyes lit up a little when she saw it was her turn.

She laid down, Natasha moved her poor body on top of Wanda.

She resisted moving down onto Wanda’s red cock, begging and pleading as Natasha forced her down. Neither of them cared.

Wanda pressed down gently on her poor, overused clit. She whined, but her back arched. “Oh I know it’s just too much isn’t it baby?” Wanda pressed her hips down further, “Does it feel good? When mommy slides inside of you?”

She nodded, grabbing Natasha’s hands. She gasped as she finally bottomed out, her hips stilling.

Wanda pushed her hips up, watching as her eyes rolled back to her head. Natasha’s hand curled around her hair. Her lips found her neck, whispering something in her ear.

Her hips moved forward, eliciting a sweet moan from her pretty lips. “Daddy.” She groaned, grinding harder now.

“Come around mommy’s cock baby, come on.” Wanda encouraged, rubbing quickly at her clit.

“Can’t—“ She gasped out, Natasha gripping her hair harder. “Daddy please—“

“Take it baby, it’ll all be over soon.”

Natasha smirk told a different story than her word. If she got three orgasms out of her, well then Wanda deserved three too, and she was going to get them.

She nodded, grinding her hips faster and faster until she finally came around her. It was a miracle Wanda didn’t finish right then and there, as her pussy fluttered around her.

Natasha held her up, one hand still holding her hair as the other played with her nipple. Wanda began pushing her cock in and out again. “Too much—“ She cried out, her nails digging into Natasha’s arm.

“Take it, be a good girl.”

“‘m a good girl.” She babbled out. Natasha whispered something else in her ear.

She began riding her now, lifting her hips up and down on her cock, whining every time she did so.

“Listening so well. You want mommy to fuck a baby into you, her magic is so powerful isn’t it?”

Her eyes widened, and fuck if Wanda didn’t want to moan just at the thought of her pregnant. Her magic probably could do it, although she had certainly never tried. Natasha just liked to see her terrified face.

“No— no— fuck— no please!” Her other pleas were cut off by her moans.

She suddenly screamed out, gripping Natasha even harder. “Mommy—“ She whined out, grinding her hips down harder.

“Mommy hitting your special spot hm?” Natasha asked, her hand pressing down on her stomach again.

“I’m gonna—“ She shouted out, finishing before even finishing the sentence. She sobbed, her entire body trembling.

Her head started to roll to the side but Natasha slapped her quickly. “You’re staying right here with us.” She shouted, shaking her head until her eyes shot open.

“It’s too much— please stop.” She cried out. Natasha smiled, pressing harder down on her stomach.

“Yeah, keep fucking crying. Mommy wants to fuck a baby into you.” Natasha smiled more, gripping her hair on the back of her head.

She shouted out a no but Wanda didn’t care. Let her think that she would get pregnant from this. Let her be scared.

Wanda was close and all it took as her sobs to finally finish inside of her, the fake cock shooting cum into her. She cried out, trying to move but both of them kept their grips tight.

Still the score wasn’t settled. Wanda rubbed hard, fast circles on her clit. She cried out, still upset but bucking her hips into her hand.

Then she was sobbing, cumming hard around her again. Natasha held her upright, soothing her through her orgasm in her own special way. She leaned completely on Natasha, holding her arm close.

Gently, Natasha eased her off. She picked up her laying her back down on the ruined bed. They could worry about being clean tomorrow.

“You’re alright.” Wanda cooed, wrapping an arm around her.

Using her other she took off her strap, throwing it over the side of the bed. Her body shook, overstimulated and used beyond how it ever had. Fuck Wanda loved it.

However, she didn’t curl into her, she curled into Natasha. Natasha smiled, clearly amused with the attention she never got.

Wanda saw red, wanting nothing more than to pull her away and punish her for this. “Did I do good?” She asked, lifting her head up to look at Natasha.

“Yes, princess.” Natasha said, her voice oddly soft. “Need water?”

She nodded, lifting her body up further.

Wanda watched it all, watched as she only looked at Natasha. Watched as Natasha’s hard exterior was crumbling. Her shaking hands grabbed Natasha’s bare waist as she brought the water to her lips.

Then when Natasha set the water bottle back down, her hard exterior crumbled completely. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her hands coming up to her face.

Her body hunched over, sobs now escaping her lips. Wanda moved but she flinched when she touched her back.

“I don’t wanna be pregnant.” She cried out, pressing her face into Natasha’s neck. “Just wanna make you happy.”

Natasha wrapped her arms around her, petting the tangled hair on the back of her head. “Oh princess. We won’t this time.”

“T-thank you.”

Natasha pulled her back up gently. “Is that why you won’t look at mommy?”

She nodded, wiping the tears away from her face.

“Tell her you're sorry.” Natasha said over her shoulder.

Wanda wanted to wipe the look right off of Natasha’s face. Always wanting to be in fucking charge.

But then she looked at her baby’s face. She turned over her shoulder. Her face was red and blotchy and tears still streamed down it. She hadn’t looked this scared in a while.

“I’m sorry, honey.”

Then she was back in her arms.

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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dark!wandanat x reader

i know places series - chapter 5

tw: punishments, DARK, kidnapping, verbal abuse, physical abuse, cursing, choking, air play, darkdom wanda, dacryphilia, light pet play (bunny), degradation, overstimulation, face sitting, vibrators, gags, anal play

ch 4, ch 6

wc: 2.6k

inspired by this fic

a/n: this fic was inspired by a fic i read forever ago but i cannot find the fic so if this is familiar and you know the fic plz lmk so I can give credit for inspo!!!

“It just—it reminds me of home.”

Wanda’s hand wrapped around my throat in the split of a second. Her firm grip was unforgiving. “What did you just say?”

“Mommy?” My lip quivered as I met her cold brown eyes. No her eyes were supposed to be soft and forgiving and—

She punched me. Her hand that was soft and gentle had just caused me so much pain. I cried out but she pulled me back up to face her.

“Home?” Her face was manic, nothing like I had seen before. “I want you to fucking repeat yourself.”

A sob escaped my throat at her tone. No she was the nice one, the one who always helped—

She punched me again, this time in the stomach. She still held me up as her eyes didn’t leave mine.

“Mommy please I—“

Another punch to my stomach.

“Are you stupid or you just didn’t understand me? Fucking repeat yourself.”

“It-it-it reminded me of—home.”

She growled in my face. “Ungrateful fucking slut.” She said in a low voice.

Wanda’s grip moved to my scalp and she pulled, pulled so hard I cried out. I was helpless to follow her as she marched into my room and into the attached bathroom.

The bathtub began instantly filling with water, quicker than it should have. Wanda threw me to the floor.

“Mommy I’m so sorry!” I yelled through my sobs. But she wasn’t listening. I kept repeating and repeating myself.

“You’re being a little harsh don’t you think.” I turned around to see Nat standing in the doorway. She leaned casually against the wall.

Wanda knelt down to my level. “Do you think I’m being unfair Bunny?”

“Mommy please.”

She tilted her head and the bathtub stopped filling. “Maybe I am…” She whispered.

I flinched as she brought her hand up but instead of slapping me, she soothingly rubbed my cheek. “This is your home now.”

“Y-Yes it is.”

“You don’t sound so sure.”

She moved so fast, they both did. They forced my head into the cold bath water. I screamed out of pure instinct, my mouth filling with water as I tried to get out of their grip.

Hands pulled me back up. “This is your home.”

I was back under in an instant. They repeated this again and again until I was shaking and sputtering out apologizes and ‘I love yous’. They forced my head into the freezing water until I felt my lungs filling with water, until I felt like I was truly going to die.

I was freezing and sobbing as I came back together. My vision was blurry and my breathing still hurt. I could barely make out their figures as I kept trying to apologize. Words were hard, everything was hard.

The door slammed as I tried to crawl closer. Then I was alone. I screamed out for them. The tile flooring was so cold and the sheer outfit I was made to wear did nothing to help.

I rolled into a ball next to the door. Sobs still escaping my mouth I called out for them again.

“I’m so sorry! This is my home. You saved me, I was nothing then but you made me whole.” The words didn’t even feel foreign on my tongue anymore. “I love you mommy and daddy. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

I repeated it over and over again until my voice was raw. Until the words wouldn’t come out anymore.

The lock in the door finally clicked. Natasha— daddy appeared. “Follow me, stay on your knees and don’t talk.”

I followed her immediately. She didn’t go far, just to the vanity chair in the corner of my room. She spread her legs, making room for me in between them.

“You disappointed us.” Tears instantly began flowing from my eyes again. “This is your home. We built it for you and you continue to disrespect us.”

I looked to the floor, trying to stay as quiet as possible. “Look at me.”

My eyes slowly rose, not wanting to receive another punishment. “Say it.”

“I love you daddy.”

“And.”

“And this is my home.”

“Good.”

Her hands moved to my dress, lifting it over my head and leaving me bare before her. “Stand up.”

My body shook but I obeyed. She pulled me down to lay across her lap. “50 spanks. You will say this is my home between every one of them.”

I sobbed and my bottom ached as she kept going. and going and going. I spoke between every one of them, my body was still so cold and in pain everywhere that it was hard to stay conscious, but I knew she would wake me up somehow.

When she finally reached fifty she took me into my bed. For the first time in a couple of days she chained me up. My arms above my head on the headboard and my ankles together.

“Daddy please don’t leave!” I cried out as she approached the door.

“Good girls get to sleep with us.”

I sobbed as the door locked shut.

…

The next few days passed slowly. Both women ignored me basically. They left me naked and chained up in my room, only feeding me when necessary. I sobbed and pleaded for them to stop but of course neither of them did.

By the end of the third day I couldn’t handle it anymore. But luckily, neither could they.

Natasha came into my room, unlocking my chains and pulling me to stand up. Last night she had gagged me, so I was unable to tell her how sorry I was. She walked me into the bathroom.

My body shook with fear as I tried to pull away from her. I screamed through my gag but it did little to help. Natasha didn’t address me, Just bringing me into the bathroom and starting the shower.

She walked me into it and didn’t close the door as the water ran down me. I slowly came to my senses. I washed myself and my hair, trying to ignore Natasha's gaze.

Once I was out, Natasha dried me off and dressed me. She slipped on a yellow dress. It was actually quite beautiful and not as scandalous as she typically dressed me in.

“Don't speak.” Her words were harsh as she removed the cloth gag from my lips. My jaw was so sore I didn’t even want to speak.

She got me ready, dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and even put on a little bit of makeup. I didn’t dare ask what this was all for, I needed out of this room.

In the dining room, a table was set for three. Candles were lit and soft music was playing in the background. “Oh bunny.” I flinched at her voice, She hadn’t spoken to me since…

“Beautiful beautiful girl.” Wanda pulled me closer to her, ushering me to the table. Natasha slid into the seat at the head of the small table. I had never sat by myself at the table, always in one of their laps.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to us?”

I swallowed hard as I looked to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“And…”

“And this is my home.”

“Good bunny.” My head perked up and looked at Wanda across from me. “Mommy may have been harsh-“

“I deserved it.” I quickly said. I had been rehearsing in my head all night what to say to them. “I was rude.”

Natasha’s hand reached my face, gently caressing it. “Yes you were.”

“I’m sorry.”

Wanda put her hand up. “No more, I'm sorry's.”

Food suddenly appeared on the plate, hopefully due to Wanda’s magic. The other two women dived in, was this a test? Nat had said I shouldn’t eat on my own.

“Is the food not good enough?” Wanda said, her voice back to that deadly bite.

“No mommy I promise it’s just…”

“Just what?”

I looked to Natasha for help. “I shouldn’t eat on my own.”

Natasha smiled and scooted back her chair. “Come here love.”

I smiled and practically jumped into her lap. I savored the warmth. My room hadn’t been cold over the course of my punishment, but it certainly wasn’t warm.

Dinner went by quick after that, the food was delicious. They put the dishes in the sink before ushering me out into the living room.

“Let’s play a little game.”

My heart raced in my chest at Wanda’s words but still I nodded.

“It’s called Good Bunny.”

“Good bunnies don’t talk.” Wanda said softly.

“Good bunnies aren’t allowed on the couch.” Natasha whispered in my ear.

She shoved me onto the floor, my ass surely getting a bruise from it.

“I don’t think bunnies wear clothes either. Take it off.”

My body and hands shook but I did as I was told. I could still feel the cold water surrounding me.

Naked in front of them, I sat on my knees and looked up at them.

“Good bunnies have tails don’t they? And little collars?”

Tails?

Natasha pulled out a small metal object with a white fluffy tail attached to it. While Wanda pulled out a small collar with a bell attached to it.

“Turn around and show us your cute little ass.”

It was easier now to obey them. A large part of me wanted to do this for them. I needed to make them love me again. Still I hated the nausea I got when I turned around and put my ass in the air. I hated when I was at their mercy.

I felt Natasha’s warm hands on me as she pulled apart my cheeks, leaving me bare in front of her. I cried out when her tongue licked up my tight hole. She did it over and over again, spitting and sucking and licking.

I hated it. I hated it. I hated it…

I could feel my pussy clenching around nothing. I hated my body for betraying me but fuck it did feel good. I couldn’t help the small moans that kept escaping me. It seemed to spur Natasha on even more.

Eventually I felt the cold metal object press into my hole. I yelped out in pain but Natasha held me firm. I felt the fuzzy tail flush against me as she filled my hole.

My head felt fuzzy and any movement went straight to my stomach. It honestly felt… amazing.

They pulled me back up and turned me around to face them. Wanda placed the small cloth collar around me, flicking the bell for good measure.

“How does it feel? Don’t lie.”

“Good, Mommy.”

Natasha quickly slapped me. “Bunnies don’t talk.”

My gaze quickly went to the floor. “Bunnies like to hump stuff don't they, Natty?”

“Of course they do, why don’t you show us, bunny.”

I had been wondering all night why Wanda still had her shoes on. A pair of black heels. She pressed one of her feet forward, beckoning me to use it.

I hated the feeling of my wet core on her heel but it felt so good. I slowly grinded myself on it, eventually finding my rhythm.

“Good bunny.” Wanda praised, patting my head. I loved her voice, her everything. I looked up at her face as my soaked pussy made a mess of her shoe. I couldn’t help the small moans that left my mouth.

I clenched around nothing as I felt my orgasm approaching. I greedily chased after it, not caring about the position I was in.

Wanda pushed me off of her and I landed on my back. Her shoe met my thigh, kicking it harshly. I spread my legs open for her, whining at the emptiness I felt.

“What a greedy little bunny.” Wanda cooed, standing up tall in front of me.

I wanted to apologize but I didn’t want to speak and break another rule. So instead I bit my lip and whined softly.

Her cold heel met my thigh and forcefully pressed down. I hissed at the pain but tried to keep my eyes on her face. “At least you’re a cute little bunny, huh.”

Wanda knelt down and straddled me, pressing her body flush against mine. “Such a dumb little bunny, needs mommy and daddy to take care of her.”

I nodded quickly, bringing my hands up to her side. I couldn’t even ignore the attraction I felt for her. She smiled down at me before leaning in and placing a kiss to my lips.

I moaned into it, her soft lips were heavenly against mine. I bucked my hips up, desperate for anything she would give me. “Eager little bunny.” She mumbled against my lips. “You know you haven’t made mommy cum yet. Wanna change that?”

“Please.”

She slapped me but quickly kissed my lips again. “Bunny’s don’t talk, but I know a perfect way to shut you up.”

She scooted forward, lifting up her dress and hovered over my face. “All you need to do is stick your tongue out for mommy, alright dumb bunny?”

I nodded, whining for her. “Good bunny.”

Her pussy tasted delicious. Nothing I had ever tasted before and I was addicted. My hands kept a firm grip on her waist as she grinded down on me. She cut off my airway in most ways but I didn’t care.

I felt Natasha cold fingers tracing my bare thighs. She began kissing at them, biting and sucking and licking everywhere I didn’t need her to. I whined and bucked my hips up but she was quick to press them back down.

Wanda’s moans filled my ears and everything else was lost to me. Natasha continued to tease and tease until I was about to cry with want.

Finally I felt something press against my sensitive bud. There were light vibrations that made my head spin. As Wanda rode and rode my face the vibrations became more and more intense.

My legs began to shake as I tried to hold off my orgasm. “Oh bunny, you’re such a good girl. Cum for mommy, do it bunny.”

I screamed around her pussy, my orgasm so intense I could barely function. But Natasha didn’t stop, neither did Wanda.

Wanda’s moans got louder and louder until she finally came on my face. I lapped up every bit of juice I could get as another orgasm washed over me.

I was still whimpering as she pulled away from me, sitting on the floor next to me. “Look at you bunny, such a good little pet.”

“Mommy-“ I deserved the slap she gave me but tears still prickled in my eyes.

I grabbed her hand, squeezing it hard and silently begging her to make Nat stop but Wanda only smiled. “Be a good bunny.”

“You wanna watch that new movie you mentioned, Wans?”

“That sounds like a great idea.”

I watched in fear as the two women stood up and laid back down on the couch. Wanda was using her magic to hold the vibrator at the perfect position to make me scream.

Tears streamed down my face as I came again, my vision was blurred as they curled up on the couch together.

“On your knees bunny.” Natasha beckoned me closer so I was sitting on the floor right in front of the two of them.

“Please daddy I can’t—“

Her rings cut me again with the force of her slap, “Dumb slut. Good bunny’s don’t talk.”

“In fact, I don’t want to hear her at all.”

My eyes widened as Wanda brought a ball gag up to my mouth. I was helpless as they attached it and shut me up.

“Now, let’s watch that movie Nat.”

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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“ask nicer”

wandanat x reader

i know places series - chapter 4

ch3 , ch5

s: natasha and readers day home alone

wc: 3.4k

tw: kidnapping, noncon, restraints, stockholm syndrome, meandaddy!natasha, softmommy!wanda, degrading terms (slut, whore, stupid), pet names, control, fingering, oral, slapping, spanking, breath play, slapping (with rings)

a/n: inspired by this plink (twitter (im not calling it x))

I woke up to a cold bed. Both of them gone, not a hint of either of them. Last night had been like the other nights, them using my body until I was spent and sore. For all of it, I was tied up, helpless to succumb to the. The only evidence I had that those nights were real was my naked body and the messy sheets on the bed. I was sore all over, my shoulders from being restrained for so long, my wrists from the rope, my hips for being spread for so long. My pussy ached, especially my clit, even the slightest movement of my thighs pressing together was painful.

I laid in bed for a while, the white sheets wrapped around me, waiting for one of them to come get me. My stomach growled, waiting for breakfast. At least I wasn't chained to the bed like I usually was.

They never came.

They always came. Normally it was Wanda, coming in as soon as I woke up. She would let me use the bathroom and then pick out an outfit for me to wear.

There was no clock but the sun was further in the sky. I could faintly hear someone in the house, though I wasn’t sure who. I should have been happy they were gone but a part of me was almost bored.

After a while, I got out of bed, quick to go to the closet in my room. It was the only door without a lock on it. Inside were dozens of dresses, all ranging in color and patterns but all the same; short and revealing. I tried the dresser next, but I found only small shirts or shorts. Only small lace thongs with them.

I settled on a matching shirt and short set. Just a simple pink color with small flower details all throughout. My stomach was completely exposed as were my legs. There was bruising along my thighs, as well as the cut Nat had made that hadn't healed yet. I think it had been a week since they first used me. But I didn't know.

Natasha. Not Nat. She didn’t deserve a nickname.

The rest of my body was an array of small cuts and hickeys littered throughout. Wanda had even left some lipstick on my neck that I had no choice in removing.

I explored my room further after neither of them came to get me. Finding all my favorite books in the corner and a beautiful vanity. I hadn’t gotten a chance to look in it yet so I did. I found only the best products. Feeling restless, I put some on. Just some mascara and blush, being careful to avoid the bruising on my face. I wanted to cover it up along with the hickeys but I didn’t dare.

I had no idea what time it was when I eventually tried the bathroom door. I found it locked. I could still hear someone home.

Not home. Here.

I tried the main door it was locked. I tried to look around for anything and found nothing. I huffed, finally settling on finding stuff to distract myself with. I made the bed first. Then realized there wasn’t much else to do. I settled on picking out a book I hadn’t read in a while, climbing back into the bed.

I had just begun when the lock on the door clicked, my heart began racing as I set the book down. I was almost—excited. I hated myself for it.

Natasha’s blonde hair was messy as she walked in. It looked beautiful.

“Well look at you making yourself at home!” She said, placing hands on her hips. She looked more relaxed than I had ever seen her. She wore a long baggy t-shirt and some leggings.

I didn’t respond, I didn’t know how.

She walked closer to the bed and put her hand out. Tentatively I grabbed onto it. She helped me up, taking in my appearance. “Making yourself look so pretty for daddy.” She pushed my hair back. “All it took was a good fucking didn’t it? Didn’t know my little girl was such a whore.”

My heart sank at her words. I looked down at the floor, not bearing to make eye contact with her. She grabbed my chin. “No mommy around to baby you today.” She said harshly. “Now is there something you want to ask me?”

I took a deep breath. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

She slapped me, “That’s not very polite.”

I cowarded as she raised her hand again. “Can I please daddy?”

She shrugged, “Better.”

She didn’t let go of my wrist as she walked me to the bathroom, unlocking the door. She shut the door behind us and pushed me up against the mirror. “Brush your teeth.”

I did as she said, using what was sitting there. Her gaze remained on me, her eyes moving down my body.

“Beg. On your knees.”

I quivered as I lowered my body down onto the floor. “Please.”

“Is that the best you can do?”

I squeezed my thighs together to try and stop the feeling in my bladder.

“Daddy please let me. I really really have to go.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. Fuck I couldn’t let her get mad.

“Please let me Daddy, I’ll be good all day for you, please…I love you.”

“Go.”

I ran to the toilet, instantly relieving myself as Natasha watched. I washed my hands after and walked over to her.

I looked down at the floor again as she chained my wrists together like always. I thought maybe after all this time she would be a little more gentle with me.

There was food waiting for me at least, a grilled cheese. She fed it to me and was surprisingly gentle.

On the couch, she sat down and pulled me on top of her. Again, she pushed my hair out of my face. “So beautiful.” She whispered as my heart raced. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too.” I said.

“You don’t mean it.” Her gaze turned dark.

“Yes-yes I do.” I said quickly.

She hummed, her fingers running down my body and onto my hips. “Come here.”

As if I had a choice she moved me so I was straddling her. I hated the way my core got hot. She pressed my hips into hers. “Have you ever kissed someone before me?”

I shook my head but a slap to my ass made me yell out no.

“You’re such a good kisser.” She commented softly, her hands gripping my sore hips. My eyes trailed down to her lips, plump and pink. Wanda’s were always softer but I wanted to kiss her again to see.

“Ask permission.” She commented.

“Can I kiss you daddy?”

Natasha leaned towards and captured my lips on her own. Soft and gentle, nothing like how it normally was. Her hands were firm but gentle. Tentatively I moved my tongue, Natasha groaned into my mouth which made me want to grind my hips on her.

I shouldn’t feel this way but I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it when her lips felt so good on mine and how soft her hands were on my exposed skin.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help it.

Maybe I was going insane.

Soon Natasha’s grip moved to my thighs and then underneath the thin fabric of my shorts. One of her hands quickly moved to the back of my head, holding my lips on hers. The other kept moving.

I tried to fight against her as her fingers began resting on my pussy but it was pointless. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth. “Come on pretty girl, let Daddy play with you pussy.”

She pushed my head into her neck as her fingers rubbed slow circles on my sore clit. “Please don’t.” I whispered. It had never been just her, I always had Wanda there to comfort me when Natasha was mean.

“Shhhhh.” She cooed. “Your pussy is so wet for me darling, what do you have to say about that?”

“It hurts.” I whined, attempting to hind in her shoulder but she held me firm.

“I know.” I could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Won’t Wanda get mad?”

She slapped me on my cheek, “That’s not her name.”

“Won’t mommy get mad?”

Two of her fingers pushed into me, I groaned at the pain. “I’m in charge, princess. Now stop asking questions, just relax and let daddy make you feel good princess.”

As she violated me, her other hand stroked my hair delicately. I did start to melt into her. I forgot to be terrified of her. I lost myself to her touches.

“Cum around my fingers angel.”

My whole body tensed as I did exactly what she said. I felt my eyes ringing as she coaxed me through it. Unlike how she usually treated me, she pulled her fingers away and grabbed my head. I opened my mouth in shock and she took the opportunity to shove her wet fingers inside of my mouth.

“Clean them off.” She ordered, no longer the soft woman she just was. Still, I did as she said, careful not to drag my teeth along them.

Eventually she took them out and dragged the wetness along my exposed side.

She kissed me again so gently. My body was so exhausted, my brain was so confused. I relaxed into her, my body pressing against hers and my hands gripping her shirt.

Soon she guided me to lay down, her body pressing against me from the back. A plush blanket wrapped around the both of us as her grip on my tightened.

“I love you.” She whispered in my ear. “You’re mine, and you’ll always fucking be mine.”

…

Nothing much happened the rest of the day. Natasha and I relaxed on the couch then she chained me back in my room while she showered but she released me right when she was done. Slowly, my heart didn't start racing when she looked at me, when she touched me.

We went back to the couch, she sat down but she held onto my hips in front of her.

“On your knees.”

I did as she said, my body wanting nothing more than to listen to her.

“So eager to behave now, aren't we?”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

Natasha had put on rings after her shower, the metal was cold on my face as she traced circles on it. All she wore now was a shirt and shorts, leaving her long, muscular legs exposed to me. My head swam with thoughts full of them.

She pulled her hand back and I couldn’t help but flinch, a small whine leaving my lips. A small laugh left her lips as I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Your bruise is faded, darling.” I brought my gaze back up to her. Natasha’s cold fingers were back on my cheek, gently caressing the skin. “You look so pretty all bruised for me.”

Her eyes were piercing into mine, butterflies shot to my stomach. She smiled, it made my head spin.

“Beg me to hit you.”

Her rings…

“Daddy…” I whined, looking into her eyes. “Please.” I whispered.

“Beg me to hit you.”

“No, please don’t— I’ve been—“

“Beg. Me. To. Hit. You.”

My lip quivered, her hand was a present reminder of what I needed to do. I hoped that if I did beg, she would be a little nicer.

“W-will you please—hit me.” I said, my voice sounding foreign.

My head whipped to the side with the force of her slap. I tried my best not to cry, just to take it like she wanted me to, but fuck it was hard.

“Again.”

“Please beat me.”

She slapped the other side of my face now, her fingers hitting my ear. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my ears began to ring.

She grabbed my jaw, squishing my mouth. “I said hit, not beat. Do you like when I beat you? Do you get all sticky and wet, you fucking slut?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. She hit me hard, slamming into the side of my face. I was unable to flinch or hide away with her grip on me.

Finally, she released my bruised face. “Again. Really mean it this time.”

“Please beat me daddy, I-I need it."

The strength of it knocked me over, the tight chain on my arms didn’t let me stop myself. I tried to crawl away from her. Stupid.

“Stand up.” She demanded.

Everything in me wanted to run, wanted to try and get away. It wouldn’t work anyways.

She smiled at me again when I did stand up. “Stand in front of me, turn around.”

My wobbly legs somehow carried me there. She pulled me back into her, “I’m going to move you, trust me or you’ll fall again.” She commanded.

First she moved one of my legs back, so it was resting against hers. Then she moved my other leg to the other side. My back was to her front, her hands tracing circles on my stomach.

Her fingers guided my arms to be above my head, bent at the elbows.

“Good girl. Hold it there for a second.”

My arms struggled above my head. The muscles were still sore from being chained. Her fingers ran under my top, grazing the skin of mg breasts.

“Pretty slut.” She commented, her lips kissing the back of my head. “I’m going to give you a maintenance spanking. Give me a reason why you need one.”

I whined, my arms beginning to shake from being held up there. I had to think—fast.

“To know that you’re in charge of me. T-that you own me.”

“Good girl.”

Natasha pushed me forward slowly so that I was lowered to the ground. My ass was in her lap, my arms holding my head on the ground. Blood already began rushing to my head when she started touching my already bruised bottom.

I though after a while I would get used to the pain, but no. Every day it hurt more because of the old bruises.

“I do this because I love you.” She would comment, her hand scratching the skin.

My vision was starting to get blurry with the position and the pain.

“It’s supposed to hurt. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel the pain, it reminds you of your place. Where’s your place?”

“B-below you.”

She slowly pulled me back up, moving me so that I could lay down. I was pulled onto Natasha’s chest, her hands coming around me.

I softly cried into her chest and she didn’t care. I missed Wanda, I missed her so much. I needed to just be comforted.

The door opened, welcoming in a soft breeze. My head shot up, instantly looking for Wanda in the doorway.

“Mommy?” I shouted out.

I felt Natasha’s grip tightening from underneath me but I couldn’t care less. Wanda smiled as she walked in, dressed in nice dress clothes, not the usual casual clothes she always wore. She looked beautiful.

I smiled as she walked over to be, effortlessly picking me up off her lap.

“Bitch.” Natasha spat out but didn’t do anything to retaliate.

“Missed you.” I mumbled, still holding back tears.

She sat us both down on the other side of the couch. “I missed you too princess, tell me about your day.”

Her hands played with my bare sides. Typically it would’ve sent heat to my core but the pain on my face and bottom were still too much.

“We um… didn’t do much. Watched TV, ate grilled cheese.”

She shook her head, placing a finger to my lips. “No, no, no. I want every little detail, mommy had a boring day.”

I instantly told her every little detail, cringing with I told her what Natasha and I had done on the couch. Finishing with how she had hit and spanked me.

“Hurts mommy.”

She shushed me, “Darling…you know daddy is just trying to help you.”

“I know—“

“Then stop complaining.”

“Okay mommy.”

She placed a soft kiss to my lips before kissing my bruised cheeks.

“H-how was your day?” I asked, leaning forward to press my face into her neck.

She sat back a little, shifting her hips into mine. My stomach was still in knots, I hoped that she wouldn’t touch me.

I could only think of how gentle she always was with me, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of me. She had that sickly, sweet tone in her voice that I couldn't help but have to listen to.

“Oh it was alright, thought of you all day.” I squirmed in her grip. Her fingers ran in circles down my exposed back.

“Got us some takeout. Why don’t you go set the table.” Wanda asked, placing a kiss to my neck.

“O-okay mommy.”

….

My knees ached from my position on the floor. Slowly, painfully slowly, Natasha had been “prepping” my mouth. It started with one finger, then two, then three, now four.

Tongue out, drool pooling on my chin and running down my throat. My clothes had been long since discarded, they barely lasted through dinner.

Natasha pulled her fingers completely out, smearing the drool on my face.

“Spit on my hand.”

I did as she said, ready for my mouth to not be so wet. I cringed as she wiped it on my face, Wanda had to hold me in place.

“Do you want to make daddy feel good?” Wanda asked.

“Y-yes.” My throat was so sore already.

“Wanna eat her out?”

“Yes…please.”

Natasha was quick to smack me, Wanda instantly there to soothe the sting. “Ask nicer.” Wanda corrected.

“Daddy please l-let me. Let me make you feel good.”

“Innocent baby, won't even say it.” Natasha just rolled her eyes, and spread her legs.

Her bare, glistening cunt was on full display for me. I had absolutely no idea what to do.

“Lick a stripe up her pussy, I’ll spread her lips with my fingers.” Wanda whispered, pushing your head closer to her.

Natasha let out a small whine as I did what I was told. “Again.” Wanda said.

I did it over and over again, not knowing where to focus on.

Finally, Wanda held my face to where I needed to be. “Flick your tongue.”

Natasha moaned as I did so, the noise was beautiful in my ears.

“Suck.”

Natasha began grinding on my face, Wanda pushing me down so I couldn’t even breathe.

“Good girl.”

I could feel Natasha pussy gushing onto my face. Her taste was heavenly and I was addicted to everything about her. I hoped the better I could pleasure her, the better she would treat me. I liked the fact that I could make her feel good.

She grinded on my face. Using my lips and nose to help bring her closer. Natasha came with a loud moan, pulling me even closer. My head was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen but I didn’t want to stop.

Eventually, Wanda did pull me away, instantly kissing my lips. Her tongue darted out, licking off the extra juices. Wanda moaned into the kiss, pulling me closer and I couldn’t resist it.

“Can you sleep with me tonight?” I suddenly blurted out.

Wanda pulled back, “I thought your pussy was sore?”

“No.” My face heated. “I— can we sleep in the same bed tonight.”

Natasha laughed, slipping on an oversized shirt. “What makes you think you deserve that?”

“Please daddy.” I begged, for some reason my voice so desperate.

“No, princess.” Wanda said.

Tears formed in my eyes for the millionth time today. “Please mommy. I don’t wanna be alone.”

“No.” Natasha said firmly, “Get up, you’re going to bed. You’re obviously tired.”

Defeated, I listened to her. Wanda guided me back to my room, undoing the chains around my wrists.

“Please mommy, I— I can’t be alone, please!”

Wanda just shook her head. She walked over to the closet, trapping some pajamas for me.

“I need you mommy please.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Baby, I can’t— we can’t. I’ll give you my shirt to sleep with alright. Now go brush your teeth.”

I held back tears as I brushed my teeth and went to the bathroom. Wanda had dimmed the lights and set a glass of water next to the bed.

“Mommy—“

“Don’t.” She said firmly. “Go to bed.”

I couldn’t help but cry myself to sleep in the darkness, completely alone.

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dark!wandanat x reader

i know places series - chapter 3

ch 2, ch 4

tw: dom!natasha, dom!wanda, sub!reader, kidnapping, non-con, virginity loss, abuse, guns, knifes, crying, wanda's powers, edging, overstim, fingering, use of slut, very mean!natasha, softdom!wanda

a/n: plz lmk if i missed any tw. i also barely proofread.

I tried to pull against the rope but it was no use. I was frantic as I heard the locks on the door clicking. Natasha of course had a smile on her face as she entered. Wanda didn’t even look at me, instead walking to the end of the bed.

“What’s happening?” I asked quietly as she stalked over to me.

It was impossible to watch both of them, so I focused on Natasha. She had almost a feral look on her face, that made me squirm.

She sat down on the bed next to me, tracing my face with her cold hand. Her thumb brushed my blacked eye, pressing down a little.

“You’re so cute, bunny.” Her eyes trickled down my body, “All pretty in white for me.”

There was a loud noise coming from Wanda’s direction but Natasha held my face firm. “Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”

I shook my head no, a tear falling out.

Natasha laughed a little, “That’s what I assumed.”

I tried to watch her hand as it disappeared from my thigh but her other hand held my face firm, unable to see what she was grabbing.

A sob escaped my throat when she pressed a gun to my head. “Now do you want to be my good little girl?”

I nodded, trying to screw my eyes shut but a quick pinch to my cheek reminded me to keep them open.

I felt a dip in the bed as Wanda joined us. “Look at the camera sweetie.” Set up at the end of a bed was a camera, pointed right at us. “We thought this was a cause for celebration. Your virginity is so important to us.”

Wanda leaned forward, and up my hand, slipping the purity ring off my finger. “I guess this is ours now.”

“Please don’t- I can-“

“Shut it.” Natasha pressed the gun into my head more. “You want another black eye to match that one? You look so pretty with it.”

“N-no.”

“Then listen to daddy. Say that, ‘I’m going to listen to daddy’.”

“I-I’m gonna listen to- Daddy.”

Natasha shifted, pushing one of her knees into my core, I couldn’t hide my shocking moan.

“You’re such a slut.” Natasha growled.

Wanda laid down next to me, “So pretty for us angel.” Her soft hands wrapped around my center and her lips pressed against my cheek. “Don't be so hard on her Natty.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Tentatively, I opened my mouth. Wanda continued to softly kiss the side of my face and jaw. Natasha gave me a look and I stuck my tongue out.

I tried not to shake as she slid the cool gun down the side of my face. “Suck it good baby. Never know when my finger might slip.”

She pressed her knee further into me, pressing right on my sensitive spot. The barrel of the gun was pushed into my mouth. I didn’t know how to suck it but I pressed my lips around it.

Tears spilled out of my eyes as she pushed it in further, then pulling it back out. She continued the process and pushing her knee into me. Wanda kissed me still, her hand starting to trace my almost exposed breasts.

Drool dripped out the side of my mouth as I let out an involuntary moan when Natasha hit the right spot with her knee. “That’s right slut. Keep sucking my gun.”

I hated myself for the butterflies in the stomach with Natasha’s movements. My whole body got hot when Wanda’s fingers started to pinch my nipples through my shirt.

With a pop she pulled the gun out of my mouth. Before I could process, Wanda’s lips met mine. Only my second kiss I didn’t know what to do. Luckily, Wanda led the kiss. Her lips were soft and sweet and made me melt into her, almost forgetting the situation I was in.

When Wanda pulled away, Natasha was no longer fully clothed, instead just a pair of lacy black lingerie.

She set the gun down on my exposed stomach and grabbed both of my thighs, pushing them apart. “Oh baby, look at you.” Natasha leaned back, grabbing the camera and bringing it closer. “Look in the camera or I’ll fucking shoot you.”

I looked in the camera. Natasha focused the camera on my almost exposed body, “You’ve got a wet spot on your panties, does my gun turn you on that much?”

I tried my hardest not to react to the cold gun pressing against my hot pussy but I couldn’t. I gasped as she pressed it against my clit. I had barely touched it before because it was too sensitive.

Laughs slipped past both of their lips as they watched my reactions. “Look at you blushing.” Wanda giggled. One of her hands wrapped around my throat, pressing down on the bruising that Natasha had left.

“She’s so perfect Nat, aren’t you glad I found her.”

I groaned in pain, unable to speak. “I’m the one that rescued her. You don’t get the credit.” Natasha snipped back.

“She likes me more.” Wanda replied back, clearly trying to challenge Natasha.

“She’s going to like me more once I fuck her stupid.”

Wanda finally released my neck, I choked for air as she set the camera back on the stand.

Natasha pushed my legs up, making me straddle her waist. She pressed the gun back into the side of my head. “Tell Mommy how much you want me to fuck you.”

She grinded her hips into me. When I didn’t immediately speak she slabbed my face. “Want another split lip?”

“No no please Na- Daddy please stop.”

“You’re so fucking sweet aren’t you. Too sweet to tell mommy you don’t love her like you love me. Say you love me princess.”

Her fingers dug into my waist, making me yelp in pain. “I love you.” I said quickly. “I love you daddy. Please stop I don’t wanna-“

“Shut up, I didn’t as you to keep fucking talking.” She pushed her hand over my face. “Put the camera on the side of the bed, now.” She said to Wanda, her eyes on me.

“Let’s have some fun baby.”

I cried as she left the gun on my stomach again, her fingers reaching for something on the nightstand.

A cool sharp blade was pressed against my lips. “I’m not afraid to use this.” She whispered.

My body shook as she traced the blade down my body, not cutting into my skin. “We don’t need this anymore.”

She cut down the middle of my shirt, expertly not hitting any skin. “Look at these pretty things.” She traced each of my tits, setting the cool blade down on each of my already hard nipples.

“Oops.”

I cried out in pain as she placed a light cut on my left tit. Her lips latched around the wound quickly. Painfully sucking the skin. She didn't stop until she was satisfied, slapping the skin after.

“Kinda want to hear her cry.” Wanda commented.

Natasha rolled her eyes and moved her hand away from my mouth. I cried out, unable to stop the tears from falling.

“Please stop. Please!” I yelled out.

“Shut her up.”

Wanda instantly was shushing me, her featherlight touches on my face. “Come on baby, be a good girl.” She scooted up so she was sitting right next to my head, “Beautiful girl, take what daddy’s giving you.”

Natasha pressed the blade against my pussy, grinding against it. She leaned down and kissed my stomach, leaving a wake of bite marks and hickeys. I relaxed a little in Wanda’s arms.

After she covered my stomach in hickeys she picked the knife back up. I watched as she cut off either side of my underwear.

“Please don’t I’ve never had sex before I don’t want to right now!” I yelled stupidly.

Wanda cooed, shushing me and placing two of her fingers in my mouth. She held me firm as Natasha placed another cut on my thigh.

“Shut up!” She yelled at me. “This is my fucking pussy and I’m going to do whatever I want with it. If you keep acting like an ungrateful whore I’ll fuck you like one.”

Wanda’s fingers rubbed against my face soothingly as Natasha pulled the ruined panties off of me.

“This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.” Natasha said to herself. She pulled my lips apart exposing me fully to her. “I can’t believe no one has fucked it yet.”

“You worry too much baby.” Wanda whispered. “Stop worrying.”

My brain went foggy after Wanda’s words. The only thing I could think about was the two of them.

Natasha threw the knife off the bed, grabbing my thighs and squeezing. “Have you ever finished before?”

I shook my head no. “No daddy.” I corrected myself, my words felt foreign.

“Oh baby.”

My breathing turned rapid as Natasha got down on the bed further, lining her face up “Hopefully this will help your attitude.”

A soft sigh escaped my lips when Natasha’s lips attached to my clit. She sucked and Wanda’s fingers slipped into my mouth again. I moaned around her fingers, my mind already so fuzzy.

“So reactive baby.” Wanda whispered. “Daddy makes you feel good?”

I nodded quickly, my mind not even caring about the situation. The only thing I could focus on was Natasha’s lips on my pussy.

Natasha stopped for a moment and gave Wanda a look. Wanda scoffed and Natasha continued her slow assault on my pussy.

It suddenly felt like I was pulled out of water. I awoke in my own mind, suddenly so aware of the situation I was in.

“Stop- please-“ I tried to move my hips away but Natasha’s grip was hard.

“Your pleas really get me going, bunny.” Natasha’s fingers played with my clit as her mouth kissed my thighs. “If it doesn’t feel good, why is your pussy so wet?”

Any response died at my lips when she pressed her lips back onto my pussy, licking my clit. “It feels good doesn’t it baby?”

I shook my head no, but it did feel good. Natasha knew what she was doing. “Fuck-“ left my lips before I could react when two of her fingers pushed into me.

“No please. Stop, I don't want this please!”

Wanda’s soft hand was quick to slap me, right where my previous bruise is. “Be quiet.” She snapped.

Natasha’s fingers did something that made me melt. Wanda laughed in my ear, “You don’t wanna stop, you want daddy to make you cum.”

A tight sensation started in my stomach as Natasha continued to violate me. Her fingers repeated that motion as she sucked on my clit. I screwed my eyes shut, too caught up in the feeling of her. Wanda’s fingers found her way back in my mouth.

Just when I felt myself about to fall over the peak, Natasha stopped. My eyes shot open and I couldn’t help but whine.

“You thought it would be that easy? You really are stupid.” Natasha smirked.

Her hand landed back on my pussy, applying pressure but not moving it. “Oh no baby. You’ve been a brat. You’re going to have to earn the right to cum.”

Her hand began moving in circles and I gasped out. Drool spilled out the side of my mouth as she began to go faster and faster. My breaths turned rapid and she stopped again before I could finish.

“My greedy little slut.” She slapped my pussy, teetering the line of pain and pleasure. “I wish I could fuck you with my strap but I want this time to just be us.”

She adjusted herself, making it so that she straddled my leg, her clothes pussy on top of mine. She moved her hips and I couldn’t help but buck mine up. Wanda began kissing down my neck, her fingers wrapped around my jaw.

“She loves your pussy angel. Tell daddy that you love her and maybe she’ll let you cum.”

Wanda sucked a spot on my neck. I didn’t reply, I didn’t want to say that but I wanted to cum so badly.

“I love you daddy.” I got closer to my peak as she smiled at me.

She hoped off of me, “Not that easy.”

“I might let you cum with this next little game.” She settled back into her original position, her face up to my pussy. “Wanda’s going to say something in your ear and you say it.”

Red wisps wrapped around the camera and held it right in front of me. Wanda forced my face to look directly at the camera.

Her fingers circled my clit once again, making my gasp out.

“I love my mommy and daddy.” Wanda whispered.

“I love my mommy and daddy.” I repeated.

“I’m nothing but a stupid slut.”

“I- I’m nothing- fuck.” Natasha pulled her hand away again, slapping it quickly as she did so. “Please!”

“Is she begging now? How pathetic.” Natasha slapped the skin again.

“Start again.” Wanda whispered.

Natasha’s lips wrapped around my clit again. “I- Im nothing but a stupid slut,”

“I’m a pathetic whore. Daddy and mommy saved me.”

“I-“ My whole body shook as Natasha removed her lips. I couldn’t even count the amount of slaps I got for that but it provided some relief to my over sensitive clit.

Two of her fingers pushed back into me. “I’m- a pathetic…whore. Daddy and mommy saved me.”

“I love mommy and daddy.”

“I love you please please let me finish I love you-“

“Cum whore.”

Wanda’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing hard as my whole body shook. Nothing in my life had ever felt like this. Even when I did it myself it never felt so euphoric. The ringing in my ears stopped any noises from entering my ears.

Natasha didn’t stop though. She kept going, maybe even faster than before. “N-no.” Slipped past my lips.

“Oh baby, she’s not gonna stop.” Wanda whispered in my ear. “Especially not when you look this cute.”

“Please It’s too much!”

“You were just begging a second ago.” She cooed, “Daddy just wants to make you feel good.”

The pain subsided, and pleasure seeped through every pore of my body. My back arched off the bed with my second orgasm. Natasha’s fingers slowed as my body fell back onto the plush mattress.

With one final slap to my pussy she sat up, her hands running up and down my thighs. “Your poor pussy, it’s so swollen.” She commented. I shrieked as she ran a finger along my senstive bud. “You taste heavenly, can’t wait to do it again.”

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i know places - chapter 2

ch1 , ch3

s: waking up the second morning

tw: kidnapping, showering, waxing

wc: 0.8k words

a/n: i am all for #bush but i just wanted a way to show that they have full control over the reader - i also use “little” as a body description but i don’t mean it physically i more mean it as wanda sees her as her submissive

Wanda sighed prettily as Natasha kissed down her neck. Her pink lingerie put her beautiful tits on full display. Natasha ran her manicured fingers along one of them, squeezing it as she went.

Natasha had on a black lacy matching set, her muscles on her arms flexed as her hands stretched over Wanda’s body.

Natasha lightly pushed Wanda back on the plush bed. Natasha trailed her kisses down to her abdomen, then to her thighs. Wanda’s hips bucked up and she was quick to push them down.

“We have to teach her patience,” Natasha’s eyes looked at me. “isn’t that right princess.”

I woke up in a cold sweat, confused as to the dream I just had. It was more vivid than any dream I had in the past. I could still hear the two of them, see both of them.

The locks on my door clicked open, I didn’t even want to know how she knew I was awake. Wanda walked in, a smile on her pretty face. “Good morning princess.”

Unlike yesterday, Wanda made quick work of unlocking me and helped me stand up. “Daddy had to leave early this morning, she should be back soon. I think we should surprise her, what do you think?”

I shrugged, looking at the floor. I could barely look at her without thinking about my dream.

She pulled my chin so I would look at her. “Don't you want to make Daddy happy?”

I shrugged, her face went dark. “You want to make Daddy happy.”

A red wisp covered my eyes, “I want to make Daddy happy.”

“Good girl.” She smiled, making the wisp go away.

I didn’t say that but it was my voice. She didn’t let me think about it, instead pulling me towards another door in my room. This one didn’t have a lock, instead she just opened it.

Everything in this house was beautiful so it shouldn’t have been shocking that even my bathroom was beautiful. She unlocked my handcuff, the first time it was off since I had been here.

Wanda was quick to lock the door. “Let’s get you clean.”

Her fingers lightly took off the straps of my dress before pulling it down. My lip quivered as she made me step out of it. I was completely bare before her.

Wanda smiled, looking down at me. “You’re so sweet. Has anyone ever seen you naked?”

I shook my head, Wanda licked her lips.

“Of course not baby, you’re so innocent.”

I didn’t respond as she turned on the shower,

“Go ahead and get in, it gets warm fast.”

“Are you-“

“You can’t be left alone, baby, someone could break in and steal you.”

She guided me into the walk in shower, shuttung the glass door behind me. I guess I should be greatful she didn’t join me.

I could feel her eyes on me as I washed my hair and my body. I did it quickly, I usually loved taking long hot showers, but I couldn’t do that with her here. Plus the hot water hurt the cut on my cheek from Natasha’s punch.

She was waiting for me with a large white towel. Her eyes were everywhere but my face. I knew my nipples were pebbled in the cool bathroom.

The white towel was warm on me at least, her lips met my forehead again. “So beautiful, your precious little body.”

It didn’t matter that I was the same height as her, I felt small in comparison. She didn’t chain my arms back together as she guided me back into my room.

No, not my room, the room.

Wanda simply moved her wrist and a small table appeared in the corner of my room.

“Natasha doesn’t mind body hair, after this you dictate it. But for the first time Natasha wants to be able to see you, all of you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m going to wax you baby.”

I was defeated by the time she was done. The pain was horrible, no matter how much Wanda did try to soothe it. She kept saying sweet nothings but I couldn’t listen to most of them.

Wanda was a lot nicer than Natasha, she was more calm and caring. She was sweeter and smiled. She didn’t punch or slap me. She even let me wear a shirt while she waxed me.

I was shaking when she finally pulled me off the table. She rubbed soothing lotion all over my skin, cooing about how soft and smooth it was. It did feel nice to feel the soft skin rubbing against each other. Wanda slid on a pair of shorts but I was still cold.

Wanda clicked her tongue and I instantly was scared again that she was going to punish me. Instead, she took off her own sweatshirt, putting it on me.

My eyes instantly fell to her chest. Her nipples were showing through her tank top and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

“Do you like them, baby?”

I was pulled from my trance, looking back to the ground. Heat rose to my face.

“Come on baby, let’s go get some lunch, you really slept in.”

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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“i’m yours…”

wandanat x reader

i know places series - chapter 1

ch 2

s: waking up in a room that isn’t yours, finding out that two of America’s hero’s have taken you from your family…

wc: 2.9k

tw: DARK, kidnapping, hand cuffs, softmommy!wanda, meandaddy!natasha, slight dollification, face slapping, abuse (one punch), spanking, innocent!reader, slight mention of region, piss kink if you squint (reader has to ask permission), crying, duct tape, housewife kink kinda, slight use of wandas powers

a/n: I gave the reader the last name of Primare, it's only mentioned once (I just really dont like using y/n or y/l/n) - the end of this chapter was originally posted as a drabble - i am taking it off of my masterlist but not taking it off my blog -- more at the end - minors DNI

My head throbbed as I woke up. My mouth was impossibly dry as the light filtered through the windows.

My room didn’t have a window there…

I could barely open my eyes past the pain. I rolled over in my white sheets.

I had blue sheets…

I tried to sit up but one of my arms wouldn’t move. Finally my adrenaline allowed me to fully open my eyes.

The room I was in was beautiful but not my own. I had a simple room at my parents house, this room was huge. The white sheets that hugged my body were plush and soft but not my own.

I tried to sit up again but my eyes fell to the chain around my wrist, anchoring me to the metal bed frame. My breaths came out quick as realization hit me. The pink metal work of the frame rattled against the wall as I tried to break it.

“Good morning princess.” A woman walked in carrying a glass of water. She was kind looking but I still did everything in my power to get my hand loose. “Did you sleep well?”

She walked towards me, a strand of her red hair falling into her face, “I know your head might hurt so I went ahead and brought you some water. Daddy’s cooking you some breakfast.”

“Oh don’t act so scared.” She scoffed playfully, placing herself in the bed. I tried to scoot away but she laughed, “Come on baby, don’t be like this.”

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice shaky.

“Mommy.”

“That’s your name?”

“That’s what you’ll call me.” She continued to push hair out of my face. “We’ve been waiting forever to find someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“You’re so lovely. So innocent.” Her hand traced my jaw, her thumb grazing over my lip. Her eyes trailed down my body, her hand following. She rested it on my collarbone. “Daddy’s going to be so excited you’re wearing your clothes.”

“Let’s get you out of bed and let’s go see her.” She reached over me, not caring about our proximity and pressing her body into mine. When she unlocked my wrist she held my hand and pulled me out of bed.

The dress I was in was short and there wasn’t anything underneath it. The air was cold as Wanda pulled me towards a vanity on the wall.

I was still in such a shocked daze I didn’t resist when she sat me down in a chair in front of the mirror. “See look how beautiful you are.” She smiled at me through the mirror. She brushed my hair until it was smooth, before tying some pieces back with a ribbon.

Once I stood up, she grabbed my cuffed wrist. “You know, I don’t like doing this to you. But she insists. We know how you girls can get.”

I was distracted by her words to notice her soft grip on my other wrist. She cuffed them together.

“Oh darling, don’t be scared.” I felt a tear leave my eye.

“Who are you!”

Her once soft face turned dark in the blink of an eye. “Do not use that tone with me. You should be grateful, you were dying in that house. We rescued you.” She grabbed my chin, forcing me to look in her eyes, “Don’t do that in front of her, or do. Maybe I want to see what happens.”

She pulled away from me and smiled once more, “Now come on, I know you’re hungry.”

The hallway was quiet but short. I could see another door right across from my own, closed and locked. The woman walked behind me, keeping a light touch to the small of my back. Her fingertips grazed the swell of my ass as we approached the end of the hallway.

There was another woman sitting at the head of a small brown table, sipping on a mug. “You’re awake.”

She was gorgeous, I couldn’t deny it. The other woman pushed me forward and I almost fell stumbling over my feet. As I took another step I realized who it was.

“Black Widow?”

She laughed, standing up. “Good girl. And you look so cute in that adorable outfit.”

“What am I doing here?”

She cupped my face, “You're ours.”

My lip began trembling, “No I’m not. My father-“

She shushed me, a finger placed on my lips. “You’re so obedient at home. I’ve been watching you for months. Why such an attitude now?”

“B-Because I have a family. I-I- you’re supposed to save people.”

She laughed, “Oh darling, are you really that stupid?” Tears left my eyes as she grabbed my chin harshly, “You don’t belong with your family. You belong with us. Don't they teach you in church that everything happens for a reason.”

I tried to shake my head no and that’s when she slapped me. I would have fallen over with the power of it, if Wanda hadn’t grabbed me from behind.

“Your father is a horrible man. He was about to marry you off to Henry.”

“Hen-Henry wasn’t bad.”

She slapped me again, grabbing my chin again before I could look away. “You’re mine. No one else’s. Mine.”

“No I-“

Natasha slammed me against the wall quicker than I could process. Her hand wrapped around my throat, effectively cutting off my airway.

“Ungrateful slut!” She spat in my face, “We built this whole house for you. That whole bedroom is for you. And you want to act like this? I don’t want to hear another complaint out of that pretty mouth of yours. Got it?”

I quickly nodded, my head now dizzy with the lack of oxygen. Natasha leaned in and kissed my cheek.

Her hand left my throat, I would have fallen over if she hadn’t quickly scooped me up in her arms. “Wanda, grab her something to drink.”

I could hear the sounds of the woman, Wanda, in the kitchen but my vision was still blurry with tears. Natasha sat us both down in a chair. “Now let’s eat some of this breakfast I prepared for us. It’s your favorite.”

I wanted to cry more because it was my favorite; chocolate chip pancakes. Natasha cut a peice of and held the fork up to my mouth. I didn’t open my mouth.

“Wanda.”

Wanda’s warm hands grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth forcefully. Natasha shoved the fork in my mouth, forcing me to eat it. Wanda shut my mouth after that.

It was the most delicious pancake I had ever tasted. I hated her for it.

Tentatively, I ate some more food that she offered. I was hungry and my head did hurt. I tried to think back on what had happened last night but my mind was so fuzzy.

She tipped the cool glass of water up to my lips, making me drink half of it. I was beginning to have to use the bathroom and I knew Natasha noticed my squirming.

She laughed a little, “Does someone need to ask Daddy a question?”

You shook your head definitely but you really had to go.

She smiled at you, waiting. You hadn’t how smug she looked but you refused to give in.

Until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Ineedtopee.”

“What was that bunny?”

“I need to pee.”

She tsked, “That’s not how you ask.”

“Can I please go pee.”

Her hand came around and pressed down on my stomach. I cried out. “May I go pee?”

“Try again.” She pressed harder.

“Daddy please I have to pee!”

Her hold loosened. “Good girl.”

…

I wasn't allowed to be alone.

I wasn’t allowed to talk back.

I wear what they tell me to, I eat what I tell them to, I do what they want me to do.

I was their little pet… or something.

The Avengers, the one group of people dedicated to helping people.

At first I tried to remember every little detail of the house. Every time they caught me staring out the windows they pinched me before reprimanding me with their words.

Last time I had opened my mouth, demanding that I needed to go home, Natasha didn’t hesitate. We had been sitting on their couch, my hands still chained together.

“We know you like cottages, Mommy does too.” Natasha had commented. “I prefer more modern housing but whatever my darling wants.”

Darling, pet, bunny, love, princess… the nicknames kept coming. They hadn’t even called me by my real name.

“Why am I here?” I questioned, my voice pleading with her. “Why couldn’t you just ask me on a date—“

She pushed me off her, my back hitting the couch. “Your fucking father would never let me!” She yelled, “Why can’t you just be fucking grateful!”

“I want to go home!” I screamed.

That's when she punched me. Her fist landed right on the side of face, instantly clocking my head to the side.

“You’re ours now!” She screamed as my chained hands came up to my face. “I want you to fucking say it!”

“Please just — I won’t tell anyone!”

In a moment I was on the floor, my face pressed against the cold wood. I sobbed out as she pressed my bruised face into the wood.

“Fucking say it!”

She pinned my arms behind my back, beginning to bend one of my arms so far that I screamed out.

“I’m y-yours!” I sobbed out.

“Oh princess.” Another voice cooed. The grip on my arm loosened. Wanda’s lips grazed my forehead.

“Let’s get you up off the floor.”

My mind was still in a haze, my vision blurry from the tears still spilling out of my eyes.

I whimpered as she laid me down on the couch, my head in her lap. My body was still shaking as I was laid across Natasha’s laps.

Wanda’s hands pet my hair softly, humming as she did so.

“Now, princess, why do we have to be so difficult? We just want what’s best for you.”

Natasha’s hand came down firmly on my ass. I cried out but both women held me down.

“She loves you honey, we both do.”

Again and again she spanked me, shooting jolts of pain through my whole body.

The fabric of my dress was pushed up, exposing me fully to her. No one had ever seen me naked and it made hot tears spill out of my eyes again.

“Tell daddy you’re ours.”

The pain was worse without the thin fabric between her hand and my ass.

“I-I’m yours.” please stop please stop please stop…

But she didn’t.

“Tell us you’re ours.”

“I’m yours…”

....

I sat motionless staring into the mirror on the vanity in the room I was given. Wanda was doing my hair for our “date” tonight. My face was still red and blotchy from all the tears that had been spilling from my eyes all afternoon. The pain in my ass was radiating to the rest of my body. I was thankful for the soft, silk material of my purple dress.

“Our beautiful girl.” Wanda cooed, setting the ends of her hair over her shoulders. “You’ll realize soon that being here, with us, is better than your old life.” She said it so casually, so absentmindedly, as if she didn't kidnap me.

The table was set, candles all around the room.

I hated that for just one second my heart flipped. I had been on one date if you could really call it that, just a movie theatre with a couple of friends and some guys. From the first second his hand landed on my knee I knew I didn’t like the feeling. My father said that it was a good thing, lust was a sin.

Although I felt heat pooling in me sometimes when I looked at my friends. I thought about the feeling late at night, alone in my room. I never let the horrible sin overtake me though.

My stomach was in coils as Wanda walked me into Natashas lap. She placed a soft kiss on my cheek before sitting down next to us.

“How are you feeling, bunny?”

I didn't look at her, couldn't look at her. It didn't last long.

Strong fingers pulled my jaw to force me to look at her.

She really was gorgeous. Her plush lips were plump and painted red, her long lashes fluttered as they tracked down my body.

“How are you feeling?” She asked again, more forceful this time.

Her sharp blue eyes meant my own, I wanted to cower before her.

“Alright.” I said, my voice small.

Wanda picked up her glass of red wine, holding it to her lips. Natasha’s fingers wrapped around my hip possessively.

“You look beautiful.” She said her thumb now tracing my jaw. Goosebumps erupted on my skin under her gaze. “What do good girls say when they get compliments?”

“Th-Thank you.”

She gripped my jaw harder, “...and?”

“Thank you…daddy.”

She hummed, releasing her grip from my hip and grabbing the fork.

It was another one of my favorite meals, angel hair pasta with alfredo sauce. Again, Natasha fed me. Dinner was quiet, only Wanda and Natasha talked to one another. They spoke about the rest of the team, how they were upset they had taken an extended vacation. I hated to say it, hated to think it even, but the food was amazing.

When the last bite of food had finally gone into my mouth Natasha again gripped my hip.

“After dinner, you’ll do the dishes.” Nastasha said simply, I’ll help you tonight since you can’t be trusted without your chains.”

Nastasha stood us both up, cleaning up the dishes from the table. She pulled me into the kitchen quickly, almost making me slip over my own feet.

The water began filling the sink as Natsaha set the dishes beside it. Quietly, we began to do the dishes. I dried as Natasha washed. Faintly, I heard the television turn on in the other room. Once all the dishes were washed, Natasha dried her hands. I kept working, not daring a glance at Natasha.

Her hands grabbed both of my hips, her body pressing me up against the counter. My breathing faltered. I hated the heat rising in my from the press of her body, from her lips grazing my sensitive neck.

“I always wanted a pretty little thing like you. Waiting for me when I get home from work, taking care of the house, taking care of me.” My body tightened as she kissed my neck. “That’s why you’re perfect for us.”

I almost dropped the dish in my hand, the very last one, as she sucked a spot on my neck. “You look so cute; with your dress, with your bruises, your little pink ass.” Her hips pushed into me, causing a gasp to leave my mouth.

“See, you want this.”

She pushed off of me, leaving my eyes fluttering. With my shaky hands, I set the plate down. She flipped me around, instantly pulling me into a searing kiss.

I had never been kissed.

I never felt like this before.

Never felt wanted.

As soon as she was there, she was gone again.

“You still have a lot to learn.” Natasha smirked, grabbing my chain and pulling me away.

….

“Oh Wan look how cute she looks like this.”

Tears spilled out of my eyes as she stroked my face. Sobs would have escaped my lips if it wasn’t for the duct tape over them. Forcibly, I was on Natasha’s lap, my legs on Wanda’s. Wanda’s warm hands ran up and down my calves and thighs, making me shiver.

I hadn’t talked back, hadn’t done anything to deserve another punishment. Natasha had simply said that I needed to be reminded who I belonged to.

“She’s adorable.”

Natasha leaned forward and kissed me through the tape. “If only she knew to shut that mouth of hers. Don’t they teach you that in Sunday School, ‘to be seen and not heard’.”

Before I could react Wanda picked up the TV remote. “Oh look Nat, there’s Steve.”

My whole body shook as Captain America stepped on the screen, my father behind him.

“Mr. Primare has been a lifelong friend of S.H.I.E.L.D. We're not going to rest until his daughter is found.”

Natasha laughed in my ear, pulling me closer to her. “You’re ours forever.”

I sobbed into her neck as she laughed more. “You’re so pathetic. We saved you. You were dying in that house.”

It was true, I hated my life but I didn’t want this.

“Oh daddy give her to me.”

Instinctively I reached for Wanda with what little energy I had. She was just so warm compared to Natasha.

“Come sit with Mommy baby.”

She tucked my head into her neck as I curled up in her lap, not even letting my sock clad feet touch Natasha. She shushed my cries as she rubbed my back. “She just wants what’s best for you darling.” She whispered. “She loves you so much princess. We both do.”

There was a small voice in the back of my head, reaffirming what Wanda was whispering into my ear. Stifling my fear as the words filtered through my head.

Without thinking about it I nodded, agreeing with Wanda. “Mommy and daddy just want you to be perfect for us. Our pretty girl.”

I nodded again.

“Just fall asleep baby, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

I was asleep in seconds.

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taglist: @caffeine-pup

ahhhh tysm for reading <3333

a/n: finally finished the first part of this series, sorry its out of order, I am a full time student and have a job so writing is supposed to be a fun thing to do when I have time, I honestly didn't expect anyone to read this series lol! I try not to describe the readers appearance too much, the only description is having longish hair. please lmk how I can be more inclusive

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alexawynters · 5 days ago

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“hold it”

i know places - chapter 6

ch 5 , ch 7

wc: 3.7k

tw: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, smoking (weed), drinking (wine), kissing and dry humping <3, forced intox, anal, inspection kink (kinda), fingering, degradation, slapping, spanking, vibrators, natasha pov (it deserves its own) , "shocking collar" (its wandas powers), wanda and nat referring to their straps as “cocks”

a/n: tysm for reading <333 — started chapter 7 but i’m super busy for the next couple of weeks :(

my most feral chapter imo

Finally, it was just Wanda and I home alone. Natasha had some important business, something Wanda said I shouldn’t bother my pretty little head about, so I didn’t.

She was my mommy, she knew best.

We had a wonderful lunch then cleaned up after. I didn’t have to be chained anymore, not when they were home with me. They trusted me now, trusted me to stay by there sides and listen.

My head going under the cold water, my lungs filling with it.

I still thought of my last punishment often, being pulled from sleep from it. But I wouldn’t do something like that again I vowed. They make me happy, they know what’s best.

I sighed happily as Wanda placed a plump cherry onto my lips. I was laying down, my head in her lap as we laid on a blanket. The sunlight was tickling my skin. Wanda had said she wanted to spend some time outdoors, I couldn’t complain. I didn’t know the last time I was outside.

None of that matters now, I’m here with them.

She spread the juice on my lips, staining them I was sure. Then she would lean down and lick the juice off of them, tickling my sides as she did so. My giggles filled the afternoon air.

“Have you ever smoked weed before?” She asked, her hands playing with my hair.

“No mommy.” I had never even drank besides at church, even if I had turned 21 last year.

“Let’s try it.”

I wanted to say no but I knew I couldn’t. I just needed to make her happy, needed to keep making her want me. So I sat up, facing her. She took the first hit, exhaling the foul smelling smoke.

She held the joint to my lips, forcing me to take a deep inhale. Instantly I coughed, unable to keep any of it down. My lungs burned, just like when…

“Come on darling, keep going for mommy.”

She pulled my head up, pushing the joint back to my lips. It didn’t matter that I was coughing and sputtering, she kept forcing me to take hit after hit.

“Hold.” She said, I held my breath against the burn before I had to let it go. I couldn’t breathe past the burn of my throat and lungs, I could do nothing but cough.

Wanda forced some water into my mouth, “Good girl.” She said quietly. The water did little to stifle the pain.

Instead I just sat back. I felt so different. So…foggy.

“Here darling, just drink some wine. It helps settle the high.”

I didn’t even realize she had brought out a bottle. The entire time I had been here. Home. I hadn’t been allowed to drink wine with them.

The wine was sweet but it didn’t help the burning in my lungs.

I liked the way it felt though, like the world was a little brighter, a little more fun.

“You’re smiling.” Wanda laughed, pinching my cheek.

I couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss her beautiful lips. Fuck it felt so amazing. She lowered me down so I was straddling her waist. I couldn’t help but buck my hips.

I didn’t care if I was desperate, it just felt so fucking good to grind my hips onto her. She encouraged it, pushing me down onto her. Drool and spit connected our lips as her hands became more and more desperate.

I was panting, rubbing myself onto her frantically. Chasing any sort of feeling I could. I tangled my hands into her shirt, pulling at the fabric of it.

I needed more, needing something to undo the tight coil in my stomach. I whined as Wanda pushed us both up so we were sitting chest to chest.

“Drink some more wine, bunny.”

She tipped the glass into my open mouth. She filled my mouth up again and again until the glass was out. My head was spinning, I had never felt anything like this before.

I leaned forward to kiss her again but she stopped me.

“Tell mommy what you want.”

I whined, so desperately embarrassed by my thoughts.

She kidnapped you!!!

Mommy was just so beautiful, so…ugh.

Words were hard to form, Wanda tsked. She used her magic to pour more wine, I opened my mouth to try and please her.

More and more wine went down my throat. I giggled at the feeling, I giggled again at how beautiful she was.

“Mommy…” I whined, my hands grabbing her shirt again. I looked down, unable to brave making eye contact with her.

“You poor shy thing.” She cooed, her hand coming to my cheek. “You can’t get anything until you tell mommy what you want.”

“Touch me…” I whispered, still not able to look at her.

“Look at mommy.” Her green eyes were piercing and so lovely. “Ask nicely now.”

“Mommy w-will you—“ Words were hard to form, especially with my heart beating so fast. My head felt so dizzy. “I feel so hot.” Was all I could get out.

She smiled, “Let’s cool you off.”

I didn’t care that she removed my shirt, the sun was warm on my hot skin. I wanted her to touch me all over but she wouldn’t, not until I told her.

“Touch me.” I whispered, finally being enough to tell her.

“Oh poor baby.” She cooed, her fingers instantly finding my sore nipples. “I bet these hurt.”

“Mhm.” I bit my lip, fuck it felt so amazing. She was relentless with her teasing but I was just so happy she was touching me again.

Her lips found the column of my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. I moaned, unable to hold anything back from her.

“Do you want mommy to do anything else?”

“Please.” I whined, bucking my hips towards hers. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

Wanda laughed, pinching my nipple extra hard. “Words honey.”

“Touch me—down there.”

“Drink some more wine.” She demanded, using her magic to pour more into my mouth.

There was no room for complaints, not when her lips stayed on my throat. My head was completely spinning now, it was hard to even sit up.

Wanda eased me to lay down, spreading my thighs as she did. “Oh darling, you’ve got yourself so worked up. I mean look at this giant wet spot on your panties.”

She ran a singular finger over the wet spot on my grey panties. “Tell mommy how wet you are.”

“So—so wet.” I slurred, my head falling to the side. “For you—mommy.”

“For me?” She gushed, her hands tickling my sides. “What do you want mommy to do about it?”

“Touch me.”

“Good girl.” She lowered herself, her face level with my clothed pussy.

Her warm, beautiful mouth started to lick me. The feeling wasn’t enough. I whined, bucking into her mouth but she held me down.

“Take what I give you.”

“Yes mommy.” I gasped out.

I felt myself throbbing with want, it was really the only thing I could feel. My head was numb, unable to hide any noises coming from my mouth. Tears began leaking out of my eyes, frustrated with the lack of attention.

“Mommy..” I whined, my hands trying to reach her but failing. “More please.”

“Oh does my little slut want more.”

I nodded quickly. “Please.”

“Come here.” She pulled me forward, kissing me again. I kissed her back desperately, pushing my naked chest into her. “Eager.” She mumbled into my lips.

She pulled back, holding my face in place. “Mommy wants to feel your other hole today.”

My head was spinning, I didn’t even respond.

She positioned me so that I was face down ass up, my arms stretched above my head. It was hard to hold myself up, Wanda grabbed my hips to help me.

Finally, I felt my panties slipping off my body. I arched my back more, trying to get any attention on where I ached the most.

“Oh baby, so wet for mommy. You’re gushing, it’s all down your thighs.” She kissed the bare skin off my ass before pushing one finger into me. I gasped, pushing myself back into her.

“Now bunny, you have to stay calm for mommy. Can you do that?”

“Yesyesyssyes.”

She laughed, slowly pumping her finger in and out of me. Wanda pushed in another, making my head spin even more. I tried my hardest to stay still but fuck it was so hard.

“Squeezing mommy’s fingers so hard darling. Does bunny need her mommy?”

I moaned out a yes, pushing myself back into her. She smacked my already bruised ass. “Patience darling.”

“Yes mommy.”

A third finger pushed into me, stretching me out. “Oh baby, do you feel that stretch?” I nodded, unable to form words. “Already too fucked out huh? My beautiful, pathetic, little princess.”

She worked her fingers in and out of me at a slow pace. I was shaking, barely able to breathe with want, need. I needed her to keep touching me, to keep corrupting me.

This is what I was meant for.

“God baby, my fingers are so wet, I doubt i’ll even need lube.” She commented, pulling her fingers out. “Just a little…” Her hot spit hit my back, her fingers spreading it onto my asshole.

“No—mommy.”

“Shhhhh baby, mommy wants to feel how tight you are. Take it like a good girl.”

It started with one finger, just like my pussy. She slowly pushed it in and out, commenting on how good I felt for her.

Then the second finger was pushed, I hated that the stretch felt so good. She kept working me open, slowly getting me ready for something. My clit throbbed, just wanting to be used.

Then the third finger, and the fourth. I was a panting mess as she pushed it in. I felt droll pooling out the side of my mouth but I didn’t care, or want to do anything about it.

I was sick for wanting this. For wanting her to play with my body like this.

“This is your home.”

“I think you’re ready bunny.” She pulled back, her fingertips still slightly inside of me. “Now you’re going to have to be patient or mommy will really hurt you. Or maybe you want that?”

I quickly shook my head no. “Alright, mommy wants to feel how tight you are around her cock. Since daddy won’t let us take your virginity, I’ll just have to use the other hole.”

The head of her cock pressed against me. At first I tried to move away but Wanda was quick to stop me.

“Just the tip.”

She pushed the big, mean tip into me. She stretched me more than her fingers ever did. I cried out, tears rolling down my cheeks. I tried to plead with her but they went dead at my lips.

Why does this feel so good?

“Made for this baby.” Wanda said, fucking the tip in and out of me. “Oh shit honey, it’s sooo tight mommy has too…”

I gasped as she pushed into me, until her hips were flushed with mine. The pain was hard but fuck I hated how good it felt.

“Mommy has to fuck you all the way, feel too good.”

I was thankful with how slow she went, slowly working me open to her cock. She was moaning behind me, grabbing at my hips so hard she left bruises.

“Mommy’s not gonna last long, fuck.” She moaned, I had never heard her like this. I loved the fact that she was also coming undone around me.

Her hand found my clit, running fast circles on it.

“Mommy wants you to cum, squeeze my fat cock in your ass.”

I was so desperate for release that I came quickly, screaming into the open yard. She cussed behind me, her hips stalling.

I felt a hot liquid spilling into my ass. I got nervous at first, having no idea what had happened. She pulled out of me, slowly.

When her cock finally left me, something else replaced it. It was much shorter than mommy’s cock but just as wide. I felt the fabric of my panties being pulled back up, uncomfortably wet.

“Good girl baby.” She cooed, pulling me back up. “Can’t wait to show daddy that later.”

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Natasha pov

There she was.

Natasha shut the door behind her, already smiling at her. She was on her knees, eyes bloodshot as she looked at her.

So Wanda had made her smoke.

Natasha was already wet with the thought of how pliable she was stoned. Would she even fight it anymore? After her last punishment she had shaped up, no longer verbally saying no.

Natasha liked it when she fought, when she got to use her strength against her.

“Hello, darling.”

“Hi daddy.”

Wanda coughed from behind her, “Show daddy.”

Her face instantly flushed, her eyes now wide and nervous. Natasha of course already knew, Wanda had recorded the whole thing.

Still she acted innocent as she turned around and present her ass to Natasha. Her fingers shook as she pulled her panties to the side.

“Oh darling.” Natasha cooed, crouching down beside her. Natasha couldn’t help her hand darting out to press down on the pink jeweled plug. She groaned, arching her back.

“Do you like your ass being stuffed huh?” Natasha teased, snapping her panties back into place. She got close to her ear, “You know who likes stuff like that? Sluts.”

Natasha picked her head up, slapping her flushed face. “I come home from a shitty day of work and you look all pretty for me.” She slapped her again, loving the scared look on her pretty face. “You’re so fucking precious, my little princess.” She slapped her again, this time making it really hurt.

“Daddy why.” She whined, her eyes barely open.

“Because you just look so fucking pretty.”

Natasha stood up, walking over to Wanda to give her a kiss.

“How’d she do today?” Natasha asked, her hands sneaking around her waist.

“Good, really good. Drank a whole bottle of wine.” Wanda’s hands rested on her chest. “Work really that bad?”

“No,” She kissed her wife’s face, “Just missed you.”

“We missed you too.” They both looked over at her, “Isn’t that right.”

“I— missed you.”

She wished she could beat her favoritism out of her. But that had been the deal. Good cop, bad cop. Natasha liked discipline, she liked having a pretty little thing squirming under her. Wanda liked a babbling little princess, desperately panting for attention. They got the best of both worlds.

Wanda and her had cooked dinner and cleaned after them. She knew the look in Wanda’s eyes, she had known them for years. She wanted to be fucked.

They couldn’t even make it to their room, stumbling to the couch. A softer set of footsteps followed them, but they weren’t going to receive any attention.

Wanda was desperate in her mouth, instantly grabbing her through her clothes.

“On your knees.” Natasha barked at her, kissing Wanda again. The floor creaked as she listened and she pushed Wanda onto the couch.

She went beside Wanda, grabbing her warm pussy instantly. Natasha left their toy on the ground while Natasha kissed her wife. Wanda was more than willing, shoving her tongue deep into her mouth.

“What do you have planned?” Wanda mumbled against her lips.

“Just follow my lead.” Natasha’s hands reached for the bottom of her shirt, stripping her of it instantly. Natasha gripped her bare breasts. This had been the reason she had fallen in love with her, well and her dazzling smile.

Soon, Natasha was stripped of her clothes as well. Wanda’s fingers began playing with her. She groaned, relaxing her head into the back of the couch.

“Do you remember that one toy, the strange looking one?” Natasha mused to Wanda.

“Oh she won’t like that one.” Wanda smiled, raising one hand to use her magic. Instantly before their eyes, the giant dildo was on the floor in front of them, it was shaped like a dragon tail almost. Small at the end and extended wide at the bottom.

On her knees she squirmed, biting her lip. Wanda used her magic to grab something else. A small pink toy that had a vibrator to sit perfectly on her clit and g-spot.

Natasha’s hand extended to Wanda’s pussy, starting a slow assault on her wetness. “Take out your plug.”

She cringed as she pulled the plug from her ass, dropping it onto the floor. “Use the lube. Get it all over that toy.”

Wanda’s back arched as Natasha’s fingers sped up before slowing down. Wanda’s fingers kept a steady pace, at least until she was able to entertain them.

Her hands shook as she stroked the toy, it really was huge but neither of them expected her to take it all. Not that she knew that.

“Give us a show, princess.” Wanda said, her eyes solely focused on her. “Put that toy inside, the bigger part goes on your pretty clit.”

With a grimace on her face, she did it. Discreetly, Natasha started the toy with the remote. Just a low setting to get her settled in. She leaned back balancing with her hands. The toy was much too tall for her to sit on her knees, so she had to get up on her feet.

She whimpered, pitifully, when the toy began stretching her open. Fuck she loved that sound. She was so utterly pathetic for them, ruining her hole just for their enjoyment.

Wanda’s fingers stuck themselves inside Natasha, making her buck her hips involuntarily. The girl in front of them watched the scene with wide eyes as she eased herself on the toy.

She stopped for a moment, catching her breath. Wanda was quick with her magic. Red wisps extended around her neck, jolting her slightly when she stopped.

“Keep going, look how desperate daddy is.” She teased, setting it down when she picked up her pace again.

“Bitch.” Natasha swore, speeding up her movements on her clit.

Soon, the girl was panting in front of them. She was further down the toy than either had expected. Her poor arms were shaking with strain from having to be in that position for so long.

Natasha couldn’t help herself. She grabbed ahold of Wanda by the neck, pushing her to lay down. “Need to taste you.” She mumbled before pushing her face into her wet, open cunt.

Wanda arched her back, a beautiful moan leaving her mouth. Still, she didn’t miss it when she stopped moving on the toy, sending her another jolt.

It was wonderful watching sweet, little mommy give out the punishments this time. Natasha loved doing it but fuck she had relished in watching what Wanda had done to her last time. She only wished she could feel how tight her pussy was when she was pushed down into the cold water. Natasha had wanted to fuck her right then and there but Wanda wouldn’t have it. They fucked for hours after they locked her in her room.

Wanda came around her mouth with a loud moan, her pussy gushing all over Natasha’s tongue. She was quick to lick it up, trying to look over at her to see what she was missing.

Her eyes were wide, watching the scene unfold. Natasha reached for the remote, her tongue still inside of Wanda, unrelenting until another orgasm was pulled out of her. Natasha turned up the toy tenfold, causing her to scream. She fell further on the toy, crying out as she did.

Wanda came again, quickly at the sight. Tears began leaking from her eyes, they were locked on Wanda.

“Come here.” Wanda begged, her voice a little coarse. “Don’t stop honey, you’re being such a good girl for us.”

She whined, legs shaking from the force of the vibrators. “Daddy I’m gonna—“ She moaned, her eyes rolling back.

Natasha turned down the toy, causing her to let out a loud whine. She stopped again, Wanda was quick again.

“Haven’t seen you do that before.” Natasha mused, climbing on top of Wanda.

“First time I’m trying it.” Wanda smiled, still out of breath from her orgasms.

Wanda’s fingers found her pussy again. For a moment, Natasha forgot about the scene in front of her, completely absorbed by Wanda. She really was sweet, and willing and oh so gorgeous.

Natasha arched her back as Wanda’s fingers curled right at her g spot. She looked back to their girl, humping herself desperately on the toy. Fuck she couldn’t wait to watch the cameras back.

Natasha felt herself throbbing around Wanda’s fingers by just watching her. She was so fucking pathetic, so sweet, so pliable. Natasha wanted nothing more than to corrupt her, to turn them into their little fuck doll.

She felt her peak approaching, deciding to turn up her toy. She screamed, her hips halting again. Tears rolled down her face when Wanda jolted her. “Mommy—daddy please i’m gonna cum!” She screamed.

Natasha felt herself tip over the edge, barely paying enough attention to turn off the toy all the way, perfectly ruining her orgasm. Wanda fucked her through it, biting a spot on her neck as she sat stars.

Their girl collapsed on the floor, her pitiful whines filling the room. Wanda jolted her again before her fingers inside of Natasha finally slowed. She was crying into her arms, curled into a ball.

Natasha kissed Wanda once, twice, one more time, then got up to get her. Natasha slipped her shirt back on, leaving the rest of it on the floor. She scooped her into her arms.

“Why the tears?” Natasha asked, trying to sound sweet like Wanda.

“Mean.” She mumbled out.

“You think I don’t feel the way you squeeze me every time I am mean to you? Don’t act all innocent now.”

She huffed, Natasha had never seen her act so bratty.

Why did it hurt a little?

She sighed, “You can sleep with us tonight.”

Her head shot up, smiling a little through her tears. “Really daddy?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed but being so far from it. Waking up next to her sounded wonderful.

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alexawynters · 6 days ago

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Little One

Vampire!WandaNat x fem!reader

Warnings: dark fic, noncon, naive!Reader, blood sucking, daddy!Natasha, mommy!Wanda, overestimation, gp!Natasha, blowjobs, pussy eating. Spanking, slightest bit of mind control if you squint. Pls let me know if I missed anything! Btw sorry for the random paragraph breaks, tumblr wouldn’t let me upload!

This all started with you going out with some friends to the bar to celebrate your birthday. While they all took shots and drank strong cocktails, you were very caustically sat on the bar stool with your margarita. It was very fitting for them to have their fun & to leave you behind, forgotten. This isn’t even what you wanted to do for your birthday. Sitting in your apartment curled up with your favorite book was the original plan, you curse yourself for letting them talk you into this mess. The loud laughter of your drunk friends seemed to further piss you off. You came to the realization that they wouldn’t even notice if you had left, so you did.

You made the very brave decision of not calling an uber, opting to walk home instead. It was a few streets down, what’s the worse that could happen? Plus you carried your pocket knife every where you went just in case some creep tried anything. You began your walk home, you decided earlier to wear the high heels that always made you uncomfortable,so you cut through a couples alleyways for a shorter arrival, until you made it to the last one. You had a pit in your stomach along with your brain telling you to turn around. You did not listen, you refused to let the anxiety get to you. As you began walking you started to hear faint foot steps behind you. You told yourself that it was simply a rodent running behind you, but you couldn’t even convince yourself. You started to pick of the pace of your walk, almost running. You turn around to check behind you, seeing a red haired woman paired with a blonde woman staring at you like prey. Were their eyes glowing? You couldn’t help but feel like you were in a trance, it’s like you couldn’t move. You were only able to stand and stare. The muscular one of the pair whispers something into the other ear before speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Such a sweet looking girl Wands, can’t wait to taste her.” You gasp in shock as you realize they’re anything but pure intentions. You try to run away, but you can’t run. All of the sudden arousal washes over you like a wave. The woman that the blonde one called “Wands” is stalking towards you, wearing a smug expression. “Don’t fight it malysh, we’re here to make you feel good. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, just come with us.” Wanda takes your hand and gently guides you to their car. Your brain is so fuzzy you don’t bother questioning or fighting it. Once you get in the car Wanda starts whispering and laughing wickedly to the blonde one. You could only hear the name, Natasha. The name rolls off her tongue beautifully, in what you believe is a sokovian accent. Natasha keeps looking at you in the rear view mirror of the purring car. God they’re beautiful. Natasha breaks her silence. “You look a little sleepy back there kotonok, lay down sweet girl, we’ll be there shortly.” Be where? You wonder off in your own hazy thoughts as you begin to drift asleep.

You wake up in a bed that’s not yours. No longer feeling foggy as you did when they approached you. Panic finally sets in when you realize that your wrists are tied to the long bed posts. You start screaming instinctively. Down stairs laughing can be heard. “Sounds like our girl is finally awake, Wands.”

As you stop screaming in order to catch your breath, you hear footsteps approaching. Wanda is once again grinning with a predatory glow is her eyes. “Crying already my love? Don’t worry Natty and I are gonna make it all better.” That’s the last thing you hear before she climbs in bed beside and starts kissing you roughly, you fight the kiss. Refusing to let her in. She slaps you hard, the rings on her finger only adding insult to injury. “Shh, mommy only wants to take care of you.” Natasha takes a seat beside you on the bed, mirroring Wanda. She begins roughly groping you and pinching your nipples. You yelp into the kiss while attempting to kick her away. Wanda stops and joins Natasha. “Stop fighting me slut, I can feel the wet spot on your pretty little panties.” Embarrassment flows through you, she’s right. You are enjoying this,.. does that make you fucked up in the head? What is wrong with you, you wonder.

Wanda breaks you out of your train of thoughts. “Aww it’s okay baby, you can’t help being a filthy little whore.” Natasha stands up, rubbing her prominent bulge through her pants. “You’re gonna make daddy feel good now pretty girl.” She undos her belt and strips of her clothing. Fuck. Her cock stands at attention, large with precum leaking. She climbs over top of you, and straddles your neck. She forces her cock into your mouth and roughly makes you take her entire length down your throat. You start gagging and tears roll down your face. “Fuck baby, you’re so pretty like this. Crying and taking daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” You’re beyond turned on right now. You make a desperate attempt to squeeze your thighs together for any bit of relief at all. Wanda very quickly puts a stops to that. Pushing your legs open and giving your needy pussy a hard series of slaps . “No no detka, not yet.” Natasha pulls her dick out of your throat, slapping your face with her cock. You whine at the loss. Your mourning doesn’t last very long as Wanda begins biting at your inner thighs and diving into your pussy. You yell out loudly in pleasure. The way she’s sucking your clit has you close to your orgasm already. She shoves two fingers inside you, curling them against your g spot perfectly. Natasha notices that blissed out look on your face. “Look mommy, our little toy wants to cum already.” Wanda looks up at you with hazy eyes, “Beg me for it.” You swallow what little bit of pride you have left in you, and beg. “Please mommy I need to cum! Please I can’t hold it!” Wanda gives Natasha a knowing look. “Cum for us baby, give it to mommy and daddy.” You obey. Your orgasm hits you like a bus. Wanda gives you a second to recover, before grabbing a wand. She throws it to Natasha, as Nat positions her self at your entrance. “Daddy’s gonna ruin this pretty little pussy kitten, can’t fucking wait.” She slides her dick through your slit, sending a jolt of pleasure to your sensitive clit. She pushes her big cock in your tight hole, murmuring in Russian about how amazing you feel around her cock. “Fuck…god sweet girl you so tight around me, squeezing me like a good little whore. Take it all detka.” She says as she completely bottoms out, you think you’re in heaven… or maybe this is hell. Either way you wanted more. Natasha grants your silent wish and she turns the vibrator on high speed, pressing it hard against your throbbing clit. She only pounds you rougher, I which you didn’t even know that was possible. Wanda suckles and tugs on your sensitive nipples.

The pleasure is to much, you need to cum already.

Natasha already knows based on how you’re squeezing down around her cock even harder, and shaking like a leaf. “Please daddy let me cum!” Natasha tuts. “Just what would make you think you deserve that slut? Tell daddy.” You moan out realizing you can’t hold it much longer, “Daddy please let me cum! I’ll be a good little fuck toy… just do whatever you want to me but please let me cum!!”

You very quickly regret your words, knowing you have to eat them later. She smirks, “cum for me kotenok.” You cum so hard that you don’t even realize you squirted on Natasha. “Look at our little whore daddy, little fucking thing came all over you.” As you take in your words embarrassed leaves your face flush. Nothing goes unnoticed by Natasha. “Don’t get all shy on us now princess, you were just yelling out about how you were a good little fuck toy.” What are you doing here. Going from crying to begging for more. What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

Those thoughts are very quickly shut down and replaced with arousal as Natasha continues pounding into you. Vibrator never slowing. You’re so sensitive you think you may cum again. Wanda climbs on top of you and straddles your face, she lays her pussy down on your mouth. “Make mommy feel good slut.” You do as she says instantly, making her moan out in pleasure beautifully. “If you want to cum all you have to do is ask pretty girl.” Natasha says knowing that you can barely breathe. You make a desperate attempt at trying to speak, but Wanda doesn’t even dare pull herself away. “What was that doll, mommy and daddy’s can’t hear you.” Natasha slaps your tits, “Answer her slut” you muffle out the words, “please wanna cum for you both!!” They act is if they can’t hear you, but you can’t hold it much longer.

You reach your peak, and you feel impending doom as you cum. Wanda pulls off of you with a stoic expression, meanwhile nat is laughing. “You’re in trouble now little one.” Natasha pulls out of you and stops the vibrator completely. You miss the feeling of being filled up with her cock. Wanda turns to nat, “how should we punish her daddy?” Natasha has her signature smirk on her face once again, “I think a good spanking would benefit our bad girl.” Fast forward to you being bent of Natasha lap face down add up. She starts without warning. Her slaps are harsh, and the occasional slaps to your sensitive pussy makes it even worse. “Tell mommy and daddy you’re sorry for being a brat.” You sigh out, not unnoticed. “I’m sorry for being a greedy whore!! Please stop now daddy… can’t take anymore!” She finally stops. Wanda speaks up, “Enough of this. Daddy, I think the real fun should begin.” You look in confusion, they only laugh at you.

Their eyes start glowing a shade of deep red. Are those fangs? Fear hits you, but before it can take its course you start to feel hazy again. Fear is suddenly replaced with arousal. Wanda speaks up, “It’s okay sweet girl… just stay calm for us. This is gonna hurt, but then it’ll feel good.” Natasha wastes no time with sinking her fangs into your neck. You scream, the pain is awful. Maybe it’s the masochist in you, but pleasure is also very prominent in this absolutely insane situation. Wanda goes next, to drained to scream you close your eyes and let them continue. Not that you really have a choice. They finish drinking from you, and you feel a thick rope of cum shoot right over your pussy. Nat came untouched. Fuck that’s hot. “Look at what you did to daddy baby… taste too fucking sweet for your own good.” Mommy follows behind her rubbing her clit rapidly, she soon cums and the expression on the face reads of pure ecstasy. You feel so sleepy and loopy from the loss of blood. They lay down on opposite sides of you. Wanda pulls you to her side, “You did so well for us, dove.” Natasha chimes in, “Too good for your own benefit… seems we’ll just have to keep you around, little one.”

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alexawynters · 6 days ago

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Fallen grace.

Summary: after wanda takes in a mutant girl, they begin to form a romantic relationship that one day turns dark.

WARNINGS: dark Wanda x fem reader, wanda is crazy, kinda angst, smut, mutant female reader, mentions of blood and gore, 18+, implied age gap, reader is legal, minors do not read.

The rain fell hard that night. Cold needles against skin, pooling into the cracks of the empty streets. The streetlamps flickered, barely cutting through the thick fog that clung to the sidewalks like a living thing. Wanda Maximoff walked with purpose, but her mind wandered. Since Westview, since everything fell apart, she had wandered more than she liked to admit. Searching for… something.

Or someone.

That’s when she saw you.

A silhouette curled under a old oak tree. Wings — huge, beautiful wings — though tattered and dirty, arched over your body like a broken canopy. White feathers were soaked and mottled with ash. You looked human otherwise. Fragile. Mortal.

She stepped closer, footsteps heavy against the cold grass, your wings shielded your body like armour as you hissed at the intruder, you meekly tried to appear intimidating in your weak from.

“Get away from me” you said as you snarled at Wanda and tried to lift your wings to soar in the misty night sky.

“It’s okay darling you don’t need to fly away from me, I can help you, I know you’re running away aren’t you? You’re a mutant and the government wants all of them caught.”

You shook your head at her words, she could be deceiving you and luring you in to her grasp, she could turn you in to the authorities you thought to yourself as you back further away frantically searching for a way to escape.

Wanda noticing your fearful demeanour cursed herself, she couldn’t let you get away, you were so beautiful, a being fallen from heaven right into Wanda’s hands.

You were destined to be hers.

A red mist of magic embraced you in a warm hold, gentle heat humming through your veins as you stared at the mysterious woman.

“See darling? I’m like you, we’re both weird and wanted by the government.” Wanda said as she slowly approached you and took your hands. “ I can look after you, I’ll fix your pretty wings and you can be safe with me, I won’t hurt you darling.”

Her sweet words were affecting you as your body relaxed, a part of you didn’t want to give in, you knew you should be more cautious, she was a stranger that came to you in the dark night.

But you were so tired and alone. Your wings ached and your body shook with hunger that made you feel sick, you where still young and naive, how could you look after yourself when you had been so cruelly ripped apart form your family at such a young age and raised in a lab like an animal.

Wanda smiled as she took you in her arms, her hands snaked around your waist in a loving embrace, and she eyed your beautiful wings that hung loosely and damaged down your back.

“I promise to never let you get hurt again, my angel that has fallen from heaven”

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Months have passed and you’ve settled into a steady routine with Wanda.

The window in Wanda’s room is always left open for you.

At first, it was out of necessity. Your wings — expansive and blinding-white — don’t bend easily in confined spaces. You’d knock things over just trying to turn. Now, the open window is symbolic. A quiet allowance.

Freedom. Escape.

But you haven’t left.

Not really.

Not since the day Wanda found you that dark night, wings shredded and bloody. You don’t talk about where you came from — and Wanda doesn’t ask. She just brought you in, cleaned you up, watched your eyes flicker open under the soft lamplight of her room.

She’s been watching ever since.

You stay close now. Too close. She feels it in the way your wing grazes her shoulder when you reach past her for tea. In how you linger in doorways, how your feathers always seem to scatter near her side of the bed.

You’re healing slowly, the pain dulling over time, but you never seem to fly anymore. Wanda wonders if it’s because you don’t want to.

Or because you’re waiting for the right moment to disappear.

You, on the other hand, have found a kind of peace in Wanda’s presence. You didn’t expect that. You were supposed to be a wanderer. Free spirit. Sky-bound. But she’s steady — grounding — and when her hand brushes yours or her laughter echoes from the kitchen, something inside you settles. Like your bones remember softness again.

It terrifies you. And yet, you keep staying.

And Wanda — she’s starting to feel something darker crawl beneath the affection.

She likes that you depend on her. Too much, maybe. She watches you eat breakfast, wings tucked neatly behind you, and she thinks: She’s mine.

She hides it behind a smile. Behind gentle reassurances, soft jokes, and excuses to keep you in the house just a little longer each day.

But late at night, when she lies beside you, Wanda stares at the ceiling and wonders: What if she flies away?

And sometimes, when you shift beside her and one feather brushes her arm, she thinks:

“Maybe I should get rid of her wings?”

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It had been a comforting and warm day, the kind of day that reminds you of warm blankets and fuzzy socks. You had spent the day dancing in Wanda arms near the fireplace as she kissed you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

She made love to you under the stars. Her body a grounding presence as she littered your skin with warm kisses and words of affection. Skilled fingers moved inside you bringing you to the peaks of pleasure only Wanda could provide for you

You moaned her name all night, legs trembling and arousal dripping down your thighs as Wanda thrusted into you using your favourite toy. You clawed at her back with nimble fingers and sucked the skin of her neck as she moaned your name to the stars as if claiming you for the world to hear.

“My sweet angel all mine to love and worship”

You came again and again, chanting wanda’s name like it was the only thing engraved in to your head.

“Wand- wanda… I love you so much”

And she loved to here you worship her as much as she did you, especially when you sucked on her clit, mouth open and worshiping, looking up at her as if she was the most precious of diamonds in the world. She adored watching your wings flutter and twitch as you greedily lick up her own wetness dripping down her core, bringing her to the peak of ecstasy over and over again, whilst she held on to your hair sweetly encouraging you like the good angel you where for her.

You fell asleep soundly in Wanda’s arms exhausted and satisfied, your naive heart filled with love and affection for the person who was destined to destroy it.

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The moonlight cuts in pale silver through the open window, painting long shadows across the bed where you sleep. You’re curled on your side, back to Wanda, one wing draped softly over your shoulder like a half-forgotten blanket. The other lies more relaxed, stretched behind you, feathers rising and falling with every breath.

Wanda lies beside you — eyes wide, body still.

She hasn’t slept.

Not in hours.

Her gaze stays on your wings. She’s mesmerized by them, by the way they catch the light like snow-covered hills, flawless and delicate. She used to think they made you beautiful. Holy, almost.

Now she thinks they make you dangerous.

She reaches out, slowly, fingers hovering just above the curve of your nearest wing. You don’t stir. She brushes her fingertips along the downy edge, gentle, reverent — like she’s touching something sacred.

You sigh in your sleep and lean unconsciously into the touch. Wanda’s breath hitches.

You trust her.

Her hand lingers, sliding a little deeper, fingers threading through the fine layers of white. She’s studied your anatomy in secret — how the wings attach, where they flex, how nerves run through them like threads of starlight. She could find the base with her eyes closed.

Wanda leans closer, her breath warm on your skin now, voice a whisper so soft even the night might miss it.

“Don’t leave me.”

You shift again, still asleep. A small sound escapes your lips, and her hand stills where it rests on the topmost feather.

If I took them, she wonders, would you hate me?

Would you stay?

Or would you crumble?

She doesn’t know which answer she wants.

Her fingers press a little harder now, exploring the tension where wing meets back. Her magic stirs — an unspoken temptation. Just a flicker of red. Not enough to wake you. Not yet.

She imagines what it would be like. A single spell. A small incision. A clean cut. You’d cry. You’d scream. But you’d stay.

You’d have to.

So wanda makes her decision that would change your life forever.

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The morning began with a silence too loud.

You stirred, not to the chirping of birds outside the window, but to a burning, stabbing pain across your back that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. You gasped, cold sweat drenching your skin, the sheets sticking to you. Something was wrong-terribly, horrifically wrong.

Then you saw it.

Blood. Soaking the sheets, streaking the walls, staining your hands. And feathers-your feathers— white and iridescent, now matted with crimson, scattered like the aftermath of a massacre.

You tried to move, but the agony immobilized you.

A scream tore through your throat-raw and visceral, not just from pain, but from the soul-deep understanding of what had happened

Your wings were gone.

You reached behind you with trembling fingers and touched raw, mutilated skin. You felt the stitches.

The deliberate work of someone precise. Someone who knew what they were doing.

Someone you trusted.

Wanda.

Your scream shattered windows. Birds scattered from the tree and squirrels running away from the nuts scattering the floor.

The door creaked open.

Wanda stood there, eyes red from magic. Her hands were trembling, her lip bitten raw. She was barefoot, dressed in the same robe she'd worn the night before, except the nightgown wasn’t clean anymore.

It was soaked in deep crimson blood and covered with matted white feathers that stuck to the fabric, a testament to her savage actions. The sight of it made you sick to your stomach.

Your knees buckled beneath you as you slid to the cold floor, the blood still warm against your skin. Tears streamed freely down your face, mixing with the sweat and remnants of your pain. You were trembling, fury and heartbreak twisting inside you like a storm with no end.

Wanda knelt beside you slowly, cautiously—like you were some wild thing cornered and wounded. Maybe you were.

You looked up at her with red, tear-swollen eyes, voice cracking as you screamed, “Why, Wanda? Why would you do this to me? I thought you loved me?”

Wanda flinched as though you’d struck her.

You slammed a fist into the floor. “They were mine—my wings were mine! They were part of me. You took them like they were a disease—like I was broken. Was I broken to you?!”

Her face contorted with grief. “No! Never. You were—are—the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Then why? Why did you do this to me Wanda?” you screamed as your body shook with your voice.

Wanda’s expression changed. Her eyes filled with that deadly glint of red again and she grabbed you by your hair hauling you up to her.

“ You are mine to do with as I please” wanda snarled in your ears as she dragged your body across the wooden floorboard back to the bed, streams of blood following you.

“You don’t understand I did this for you, for us, so we can be happy together like we always were. No more bothersome wings to tempt you away from me, your forever mine my sweet angel” wanda said as she smiled and kissed your cheek whilst you lay crying into the bed.

Your heart ached with the knowledge of why she had done it. Why was she so paranoid that you would leave her? You had loved her with your whole heart, the first thing in your miserable life that had made you feel alive and now she had destroyed something that was so pure.

“You disgust me, the sight of you makes me sick to my stomach and I will never love you as I had once done before.” You said as your body ached with the reminders of her actions.

You wailed weakly in bed like a dying flame being put out by the rain. A part of your soul forever gone and stolen.

Fingers dipped in black stroked the tender skin of your back, a result of the chaos magic she used to remove you of your wings.

“That’s okay my love, you will eventually come around and learn to accept your new appearance, you don’t need anyone or anything but me. One day you will realise that and I will be waiting with open arms like I always am, ready to love my sweet angel.”

Wanda would never let you leave. She would keep you trapped for eternity if she had to, you had the time and so did she, wanda would wait for you to love her again.

Even if it was the last thing she does.

She had already stripped you of your wings that were now discarded and buried under a pile of dirt.

You would forever be Wand’s sweet and beautiful angel that had fallen from heaven into the cruel embrace of Wanda’s love.

NOTE: so idk how I feel about it guys, I feel like it’s a bit rushed but I can’t be bothered. Anyways hope you enjoy and ignore any spelling grammar guys I’m dyslexic 💔

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The Scarlet Sanctuary: The Return

Cult Leader!Wanda x Female!Reader

Prologue | The First Visit | The Return

Word Count: 2501

General Warnings: Psychological manipulation, Emotional grooming, Power imbalance, Implied magical coercion, Cult indoctrination, Gaslighting, Isolation from friends and family (hinted), Stalking behaviors, Depression, Toxic dynamics disguised as care

Author's Note: This is the last chapter where Wanda truly keeps up her "charming, neighborly friend" vibe. After all, the mask has to slip eventually. Some people have asked for a tag list, so I started one at the bottom, just lmk if you want to be added :). Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy! <3

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You wake the next morning feeling as though you’d dreamt the whole thing.

The warmth of her voice, the softness of her fingers brushing yours, the slight crimson glow of that little room with its delicate tea set, and the scent of roses heavy in the air — it all seems impossible now, fragile and far away in the gray, brittle light of morning. You lie very still, staring at the ceiling, and tell yourself it was nothing. A whim. A little strange, yes, but harmless.

But when you roll over to reach for your phone, something sharp and warm catches your fingertips.

The scrap of silk.

It lies on your nightstand like it’s been waiting for you all night, that rich red fabric catching what little light filters through the blinds. You pick it up slowly, turn it in your hands. The color is deeper than you remember, almost dark enough to look black where it folds over itself. You let it fall open in your lap, and only then do you notice something stitched into the edge: a series of small black numbers, precise and deliberate, curling like a secret written just for you. Ten digits.

You stare at it for a long while, your heart beating faster in the quiet of your bedroom.

It would be so easy.

You tuck it back into the drawer and shut it softly, but the weight of it stays with you through every hour of the day, sitting under your ribs like a presence you can’t shake.

Work is worse than usual. The espresso machine sputters and dies halfway through the morning rush, and your manager spends the next hour snapping at you like it’s your fault, throwing sidelong glares every time you so much as pause to wipe your hands. A customer complains loudly, slamming a quarter into the tip jar with performative disgust. And through it all, you feel a strange sense of being watched, like someone just out of sight is waiting for you to look up.

The next drink you make, your hands shake so badly you almost spill it on the counter.

When your break finally comes, you duck out into the alley behind the shop with your knees pulled to your chest and a half-drunk coffee cooling in your hands. It’s damp out here, the air faintly sour with the smell of trash from the bins, but it’s better than being inside. You press your back to the wall and close your eyes, trying to breathe, finding yourself whispering her number again and again.

Your phone buzzes in your apron pocket. You don’t bother looking at it at first, but after a minute, you fish it out anyway and see a message from a coworker you usually like.

You okay? You seem kind of out of it lately.

You stare at the screen for a moment before locking it and tucking it away again without replying.

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That night you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, and try to think of anything but the way her voice sounded when she told you: You don’t have to feel this way.

The words echo in your head long after you close your eyes.

By midnight, you’re sitting up and reaching for your phone, thumb hovering over the number stitched into memory.

It rings once, twice, then:

“Hello?”

Her voice.

It catches you off guard, even though you were expecting it. Your fingers tighten on the phone.

“Hi,” you say, your own voice low, almost a whisper. “I… I don’t know if you remember me. I just —”

“I remember you.”

She doesn’t sound surprised. She doesn’t sound like she’s smiling, but somehow you feel as though she is.

You swallow. “Is it… okay if I stop by again? I don’t want to —”

“Of course, detka,” she interrupts gently. “Anytime.”

The line stays quiet for a moment, but you can hear her breathing on the other end, steady and sure, like the sea at night. Then she adds, softer still:

“Come soon.”

You don’t even bother changing out of your pajamas before you leave.

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The Sanctuary glows soft and golden when you arrive, the twinkle lights strung along its porch shimmering faintly in the warm night air. The gravel crunches quietly under your shoes as you cross the lot, and by the time you reach the front door, it’s already opening for you.

Wanda is there before you can even knock, leaning casually against the frame with a faint smirk.

“I hoped you’d call,” she murmurs, stepping aside to let you in.

The smell comforts you immediately, roses, woodsmoke, something faintly sweet and rich beneath it all. Her hand on your back is gentle but firm as she guides you through the hush of the house. She doesn’t ask why you’ve come, doesn’t need to, only leads you back to the tea room, where the candlelight seems to burn a little lower, a little warmer than you remember.

And somehow, as you sit and drink and talk to her, the hours seem to stretch and curl softly around you. You lose track of time completely until you happen to glance at the little clock on the wall and startle. Past midnight.

You set your cup down and mumble something about needing to go, but she only shakes her head, as though you’ve said something silly.

“It’s so late already,” she murmurs, and before you can protest, she lays a gentle hand on your arm. “Stay here tonight. You shouldn’t drive back like this. You need rest.”

You open your mouth. To argue? To agree? You’re not even sure, but she leans closer, her breath warm against your cheek. “We have plenty of rooms. You’d sleep better here.”

And so, you let her lead you upstairs.

The room she gives you is small but lovely. The sheets smell faintly of lavender, the little lamp on the nightstand throws a golden glow over the walls, and there’s even a glass of water already waiting for you.

She’s right. You do sleep better.

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At work, you hear things sometimes. Little snippets of conversation that seem to come out of nowhere and stick with you for no reason you can name.

One afternoon, as you’re wiping down the counter, you catch a few low words from somewhere behind you: two women in line, speaking just loud enough to drift over the hiss of the espresso machine.

“…that place outside of town…” one of them murmurs. “…people say they never come back quite the same…”

You glance over your shoulder, distracted, but they both look down into their coffees like nothing happened, their voices falling silent as if they’d never spoken at all.

The words stay with you anyway, faint and strange, as though you ought to know what they mean, but some soft, red whisper in the back of your mind tells you that you don’t.

Later that week, you decide to take your lunch break in the park, just for a change. The weak spring sun is shining, the air smells faintly of damp earth, and you tell yourself you deserve a little quiet. You sit on a bench under a broad elm tree, sipping your coffee, letting the warmth sink into your skin.

You’re halfway through the cup when a shadow falls over you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” comes a warm, amused voice.

You look up and feel your stomach flip.

Wanda.

She’s dressed casually in a cream sweater, jeans, her hair loose around her shoulders, but her smile is just the same. Calm, self-assured, sharp enough to cut if you’re not careful.

“What are the odds?” she says lightly, already easing down onto the bench beside you without asking.

You blink at her, trying to steady your heartbeat. “You come here too?”

“Sometimes,” she says, her gaze steady on yours. “I’ve always liked this park. The bench you picked under the elm, by the fountain, is one of my favorites.”

The words make you go still for a second, a faint chill running down your spine despite the sun.

You hadn’t told her you’d come here.

For a beat too long, you just stare at her, unsure if you’ve misheard, if she’s just guessing. The silence stretches, and you feel your brow knit slightly, the faintest prickle of unease curling up the back of your neck.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a faint shimmer hangs in the air, a red thread curling lazily like smoke around the edge of her sleeve, so faint it could almost be a trick of the light. It drifts toward you, weightless, and for a moment, you forget why you’d been frowning.

The sharpness of suspicion dulls. Your shoulders loosen almost without your permission.

Her expression never falters. She only tilts her head slightly, watching you, her green eyes dark and warm and endless.

When you finally find your voice to ask how she knew, she just laughs softly, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“I pay attention,” she murmurs.

Her fingers linger against your cheek for a beat too long, enough to make your breath catch.

“You look tired again,” she adds, voice dropping lower.

You let out a faint, bitter laugh. “I’m always tired.”

Her thumb brushes lightly along your jaw, a faint smile curling her lips.

“You don’t have to be,” she murmurs.

This time, you believe her.

Even when she stands to leave, brushing invisible lint from the sleeve of her sweater, you can still feel the phantom trace of her touch on your skin. She glances down at you with a faint, knowing smile, her coppery hair catching the pale light like flame.

“I’ll see you soon,” she says, and it doesn’t sound like a suggestion.

And you watch her walk away, knowing, without knowing, that you will.

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You do see her again, of course.

The next few days pass in a haze of routine, but her presence lingers, soft and insistent. You keep catching yourself thinking about her — the warmth of her hand on your cheek, the strange, heavy calm that settled over you as she murmured you don’t have to be. You find yourself looking over your shoulder at work, half-expecting to see her leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, watching you with that small, knowing smile.

Even when you don’t see her, she’s there. You find little reminders scattered through your days: a faint whiff of roses clinging to your jacket, though you haven’t worn it to the Sanctuary in weeks. A slip of red thread clinging to the hem of your sleeve, though you can’t remember brushing against anything. Your manager mutters under her breath about you being “out of it again,” though you don’t even remember zoning out this time.

One night you lie awake staring at the ceiling, feeling the quiet press in around you like water. You turn over, grab your phone, and open your texts without thinking.

I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about what you said.

The reply comes almost instantly, as though she’d been waiting:

Come by. We’ll talk. Bring your things if you like.

And so you do.

You pack a small overnight bag and drive the now-familiar back roads until the trees close around you and the white-painted house rises ahead, golden and warm in the dark.

The young woman at the front desk doesn’t even ask your name anymore. She just smiles and nods as you pass.

That night you sleep more deeply than you have in months.

You tell yourself it’s just one night. Then another. And another.

It’s easy, here. Easier than it has any right to be.

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One evening you find yourself sitting by the fountain in the garden just as the sun begins to sink. The roses are in full bloom now, heavy and fragrant in the air. You can hear the faint sound of laughter drifting from somewhere inside the house, but out here it’s quiet, the only sound the gentle trickle of water.

Wanda finds you easily. She always does.

You don’t even hear her approach this time. One moment you’re alone, and the next she’s lowering herself gracefully onto the edge of the fountain beside you, her skirt just barely brushing yours.

For a long moment, she says nothing. She only sits there, one hand resting lightly on the stone between you, her eyes on the water.

Finally, she exhales, tilting her head, and her gaze finds yours, glinting faintly in the dim light.

“You seem… better now,” she says. Not quite a question, not quite a compliment.

You manage a faint smile, give a quiet little nod.

Her lips curve, just slightly.

“I’ve been thinking,” she murmurs then, softer now, her voice curling low between you. She reaches over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering just a little too long against your cheek.

“You’ve been staying more and more,” she continues. “You seem happier here. Safer.”

She says the word safer like it means something more than you understand.

You want to argue, you don’t.

Her smile deepens just slightly, like she already knows what you won’t say.

“I think,” she says gently, her thumb sweeping lightly along your jaw before retreating, “you’d do well here. Permanently. Like the others.”

The others.

You’ve seen them, the quiet ones in the library, the ones who greet you by name in the kitchen every morning, the ones who move through the Sanctuary’s halls with a kind of ease you’ve never been able to find anywhere else. The admission unsettles you.

“You’d have your own room,” she adds softly. “You wouldn’t have to keep running yourself ragged between here and that little apartment. You’d have people who care about you. You’d have me.”

Her fingers brush lightly against yours, then curl, warm and firm, until she’s holding your hand properly.

“You already belong here,” she murmurs, and there’s a faint glimmer of red at the edge of your vision, curling lazily like smoke between her fingers and yours. “You just don’t know it yet.”

You don’t answer, but she’s smiling as though you have.

That night, you lie awake in your borrowed room, staring at the ceiling, the faint scent of roses seeping through the cracks around the door. For just a moment, it almost feels like you’re being watched from somewhere beyond the shadows, you shake the thought off quickly. You can’t even remember what your apartment smells like anymore.

The next morning, she’s waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, her hand already reaching for yours before you can speak.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” she says softly, her thumb sweeping slow circles over your knuckles, her smile quiet but certain. “But you already know where you belong… don’t you?”

And you squeeze her hand in yours, feeling something tight in your chest slowly, finally, come undone.

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