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Living nightmare. (Dark! Steve Rogers)

Summary: You were a normal person, with a great job opportunity at Stark Tower. Suddenly everything changed.

Warnings: implied violence, explicit violence (few references), panic attack, implied non-con, kidnapping, misoginy and trapping. English isn’t my first language, so please be kind. <3 

If you are not comfortable with these issues, please do not read and block my account.

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You looked at the house from the hill you were standing on. You thought you were safe, you thought you finally succeeded. You opened your eyes wide, remaining motionless while fatigue tried to take your body, to make you give your legs and finally take the rest you were looking for.

You didn’t remember how long it had been, maybe a few months or a few years. You were pretty sure no one had been looking for you since then, when everything changed. 

You weren’t anything special, you were just a self-employed worker trying to move forward. You had an unthinkable opportunity, alongside the Avengers: again, it was paperwork.

Endless paperwork, but still such. There were no dangers, you didn’t have to take action, you just had to do your job and you did it very well. Until you were offered coffee, day after day, and then you told yourself it was lucky. Why not create a bond with a person, even just a poor coffee? You, a lonely person without friends, why couldn’t you for once?

You always pulled back, and in hindsight you realized you did well. When Steve Rogers first asked you what you wanted as a drink, you didn’t believe it. 

Then since then the kindnesses increased, and maybe you were really naive as your parents said all those years before you only heard them on the phone and sometimes, but you really thought it was okay.

You thought it was okay when he occasionally brought you flowers or your favorite drink in the morning, or when suddenly he started to drive you home for your grueling work. The train was dangerous, right? And maybe it was, but not as much as he was.

After a few months of acquaintance in which you were trying to keep your distance and at the same time enjoy the first real company you have ever had in years, he changed direction. This is where your nightmare begins. 

There were months in which he tried to model you, as if you were someone else: clothes, make-up, ways of doing. It wasn’t you, it was someone else.

There was only one rebellion, and to this day you don’t remember much of what happened. You had almost everything removed, perhaps because it all went into a sudden black out after too long having his hands on your neck. 

He was suffocating, in his ways, in his speech, everything about him was suffocating. But you believed that Steve Rogers was a soldier by exception, one you would never be able to escape from.

You tried for a while, you tried to make that your new life, you could try to see that there was real affection in his attentions. But he still didn’t seem like that, no. No matter how hard you tried not to grimace while demanding the attention of him most loved by him, you couldn’t stay in that house much longer or you knew you were going to die long before your time.

So when there was a little, mere distraction, you ran away. It was a window, he thought he had closed it but in reality the mechanism had not worked. You noticed that, he didn’t, there was an emergency in the city. And so you let him go, playing the best of scenes in all that time.

You waited 10 minutes, exactly 10 minutes and five seconds. Then you started running away. You knew he had chosen a specially isolated place, where there was no one for literally miles, or so he had led you to believe. 

Actually, when you were yelling, nobody could hear you, so it probably wasn’t one of his sweet, cheesy lies.

You kept running until you reached a slope. From there, you stopped. You took a few quick breaths, you felt your lungs empty and immediately get back into the air, almost in a panic. You watched the house still taking frantic breaths as you tried to support yourself on your feet. Just seeing it did the bile threaten to rise in the throat.

You repressed a hiccup, frantically looking around. You had every right to cry and despair, but you didn’t have the time. 

And maybe you would have had more hope if the man you were running from wasn’t him, but he was. Without looking back you started walking again, hiding in the bushes that were starting to appear. You could have done it, you had to somehow.

Steve Rogers was dangerous and after it all turned out he would be punished, right? No, maybe you were all wrong, maybe they knew. With a shaking breath you tried to banish those thoughts: they were avengers, they couldn’t know what he had done and let him do it anyway. Right?

The chills started running down your back at the very thought and your shaky breath was the only thing you could hear besides the grass and leaves you stepped on. Then you heard something else. 

You stopped in your footsteps with eyes wide open, slowly trying to turn around for a complete view.

No, it was empty, there was no one. But you would no longer ignore your instincts, not again. Yet you knew you were right, there was an emergency in the city, you heard the conversation on the phone. 

No, you weren’t crazy, you heard.

But those noises soon returned. It was the sound of someone walking, steady and distinct footsteps. You squinted, then looked at a fallen tree. Given the place you were in, it was perfect. You just had to hide, just a few minutes.

If it really was Steve, there was no point in running, he would have caught you and you knew it. What other choice did you have?

With slow steps and paying attention to where you walked, you managed to coordinate perfectly until you reach that tree and hide. It was not a perfect hiding place and you were dying at the idea of ​​returning to that hell: you would never get out of it again, if not dead.

“I promise you, if you go out now I won’t hurt you.”

It was an emergency in the city. Yes, you knew, you had heard everything. It had been a few minutes, right? He couldn’t be back.

“I behaved well, right? So I should deserve a good girl, the one I thought I met behind a miserable desk, wasting her time on hideous clothes and with a miserable face all time, right?”

His voice seemed to approach and then move away, and again. It was a loop of pure terror, and deep in your mind you knew it was doing it on purpose. It was already clear that you had to go back there, but you didn’t know how. And you would also have come out of your hiding place, you would have done it but you were so dying of terror.

Your every muscle was completely stiff, even your breathing had stopped and only tears were running silently from your eyes. But don’t breathe.

“I took you to a safe place, I keep you safe, I even give you attention you would dream of from friends you don’t even have.”

This hurt.

“What more would you want? I don’t think it matters anyway, because it matters what I want. I wanted you, I had you, exactly in the clothes I wanted and with the behavior I wanted you to have, that of a woman in her place. I suppose my lessons weren’t enough, they weren’t enough… brutal. ”

You let out a scream the moment you felt your hair at the root being almost torn out. Your whole body was dragged out of that miserable hiding place, it was little, but still safe from him. It only took you one look to recognize the Steve Rogers you saw that time, when he nearly strangled you.

You don’t remember what happened next but the marks on your body could give you a clue. He told you then that he was even kind, despite your behavior, but now that look tells you he won’t be kind. It won’t be anymore.

You started filming the play, every excuse, every trick that could work. The mask had fallen for good, and you with it. He pulled you back to him and trapped you in his arms. You felt literally suffocating both from his exaggeratedly large body and from the panic that continued to assail you.

You couldn’t speak anymore. You literally felt like you were going to die, you were looking for someone or something to think about and you had nothing in mind, because you really didn’t have anything.

“P-plea-se..” was the only thing you managed to say with that bit of breath you had left, before dropping the mask. It was over, you couldn’t fight him and insult him. No, you didn’t have the strength for that. He noticed, he just did you the favor to stop holding you so hard, but he kept looking at you.

“From now on things will change, you’ll see. I guarantee you, you won’t be able to treat me like that anymore.”

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Baby, 2. (Dark! Ex! Wanda x reader)

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Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Warnings: this is a dark! Serie about Wanda Maximoff that will contain dark themes such as violence, breaking in, non-con and similar stuff in the future chapters. Every chapter will have its own warnings to be safe. This is pure fiction and this character does not belong to me. Minors are NOT allowed, only +18. Any kind of interactions such as reblogs, comments or likes are much welcome and appreciated. This character doesn't belong to me.🤎

Chapter's warnings: stalking, use of magic against reader, forced touching, forced kissing, reader is simply terrified, implicit past kidnapping and abusive relationship. Hope you enjoy and let me know. ♥️

It was already evening, but you had finally taken everything you needed. The groceries, the new tools to fix some defects in the house, and even some pillows that you had loved at first sight. You smiled as you walked with the bags towards your parked car, breathing in the fresh air.

The small smile on your face almost immediately collapsed when, getting closer and closer to the car, you also noticed a reddish detail near it. You knew that she would not give up easily, from the moment she broke into your house you had understood that you would have to fight tooth and nail to make her understand to stay away, and you were also fully aware that the law could not help you against her. In short, you were alone, but you were also alone years ago. You encouraged yourself: it would be okay this time too.

You cleared your throat to have a firmer and more decisive tone, and above all one of disappointment.

"Can I help you?"

Wanda tilted her head, looking you up and down, a playful smile and a mischievous look on her face. She was standing near the passenger door, and you didn’t trust yourself to open the doors until she was gone.

“I just wanted to talk a little, we’re close now and… I did some shopping too!” she showed you a bag in her right hand, waiting hopefully for your answer. Her facade was so well done, so bright.

“I don’t think I will, and you know why. Please, step away from my car, I have to go home.” Your tone was even harsher than you thought, and you almost didn’t believe you were the one speaking. You were strangely proud of yourself.

Wanda’s facade soon began to crumble. With an icy calm she placed the bag on top of your car, then walked around and finally approached you. Now you were starting to feel more nervous, less confident and smaller. That feeling of being insignificant, of being… afraid. You didn't want to remember her, but she was there and she was grabbing you from the inside, even your bags now seemed too heavy to hold.

Her eyes flashed red as she approached you, and she placed a hand on your face, gently.

"Are you sure you want to play this game with me? You know that that is not your home, you know that you are meant for me, and yet you continue to treat me… like this. You hurt me." she continued to caress your face with such delicacy, but her gaze almost showed hatred. She was getting tired of your games, she wanted you back, and if you didn't understand it the right way, you would understand it the wrong way.

"I don't mean to hurt you, I just… I don't want to be with you." you shouldn't have given up, you had to stand up, look her in the eyes and keep that tone.

Wanda almost laughed in your face.

"Do you really think you have a choice?" you frowned at that question.

"I want to live my life, and my life is without you because it's better this way. We tried before and last time I barely escaped-"

Wanda cut you off before you could continue, deciding to literally shut you up. It wasn't something you could fight anyway, but she was just tired of all the blah blah blah. And besides, she admitted that the look of terror on your face when you realized you literally couldn't talk anymore just did the right thing for her.

Wanda found herself treating you with affection again, putting the bags down and cupping your wind-cold face with both of her hands. There was no one in the parking lot, luckily for her, less of a problem. It was just you and her, like she'd always wanted. She ignored your scared, sad look and focused on what was missing: everything.

She let her hands move down your body, to your neck, then trace your collarbones and shoulders. Then she moved to your hips, how she loved those hips. She couldn't resist any longer, she really missed you too much. She planted a soft kiss on your lips, ignoring the single tear that fell down your cheek.

It had to be just one, she had promised herself that this time it would be different. It wasn't like she was literally forcing you with her powers to come back and then locking you away, this time she had to make you understand that you belonged together. So she let you go, but not before making one thing clear.

"You can run away as much and as much as you want, I'll find you anyway and bring you back to me."

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My Baby, 1. (Dark! Ex! Wanda x reader)

Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Warnings: this is a dark! Serie about Wanda Maximoff that will contain dark themes such as violence, breaking in, non-con and similar stuff in the future chapters. Every chapter will have its own warnings to be safe. This is pure fiction and this character does not belong to me. Minors are NOT allowed, only +18. Any kind of interactions such as reblogs, comments or likes are much welcome and appreciated. 🤎

Serie Masterlist.

Chapter warnings: anxiety, implied stalking. This story is going to be a little slow in the first chapters, hope you don't mind and enjoy! <3

After that event, you immediately rushed to lock the front door, not that it was any great guarantee of safety against Wanda, but it was still a start. You realized shortly after that you had finally started breathing deeply again and your heartbeat slowed; that woman really scared you. You let your tired body collapse into one of the armchairs near the sofa where your roommate, Jane, was lying.

You laughed in surprise, seeing her arrive and almost trip on the stairs with a gift in her hands, you assumed for you. Everything seemed like before again.

Your mind continued to race and race, but it never reached its destination. You were literally groping in the dark and anxiety began to assail you. Maybe Wanda remembered the story as it was many years ago, when it was just starting out and when you always protected each other, and finally something more than friendship was born. You still hold on to those memories with immense nostalgia, but the one after that, no… it was too bad to remember. And now everything seemed to be coming back to the surface. It's like you'd forgotten about your past all these years and you were convinced you'd pushed it away, but instead it had all come back against you again, to throw you down into the pit. Again. She was back.

You cleared your throat, deciding to get up and go to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. You had to calm down, chaos wasn't good for you and it certainly wasn't the solution. You heard some small noises from the living room, so you ran back there, only to see Jane groggily trying to get up.

"Jane? Jane, are you okay?" your tone was full of concern as you approached your roommate. By now you had been living together for a year and were on good terms. You more for your own, she more eccentric, but you made a great couple. She looked at you strangely and then looked at herself on the couch, and finally moved her gaze to the envelope near the couch.

"Yes, uhm… the neighbor came, I think Wendy, or I don't know… hey, is that for me?" you almost laughed at her constant change of subject. She was always like that, light as a breeze of fresh summer air even in the way she spoke and behaved. You had finally managed to calm down seeing her awake and you decided to take advantage of it to quickly change the subject.

"Yes! I decided to give you a little surprise, since today we are exactly one year of living together! Only I tripped and it fell before, but well… I hope it's intact." you deliberately ignored the part about the neighbor "Wendy" and instead used the gift to recreate the atmosphere that was there before Wanda. Jane immediately jumped from the couch and almost squealed with joy, then inexplicably went upstairs and climbed the stairs, towards her room.

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Wanda had become extremely powerful with her powers, she was capable of doing so many things. Yet the only thing she couldn't seem to do was get you back, and that was the only thing that mattered to her. She could see the scene that was taking place in your living room in a crystal clear way, and how stupid must you have been to think that this time would be different? The other times she had been too soft, too patient.

You had changed by now, it was as if you had woken up from her spell, and Wanda knew that after all, haunting you like this wasn't like the Avengers, or a good person in general. But she couldn't really do much about it, and besides, you were a good couple.

She sighed heavily, deciding that she had had enough of seeing you and your roommate happy and carefree and exchanging gifts, so she focused on something else. It wasn't enough to be your neighbor, right? No, she had to fit into your routine, you had to see her everywhere. Then you won't be able to ignore her and pretend that everything will be okay anymore. Wanda smiled, deciding to leave her apartment and go to the nearest market. She was sure she would see you there, because you go shopping punctually every Thursday. She was already looking forward to the moment when she would see you again.

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Behave. (Dark! Natasha Romanoff and Dark! Bucky Barnes)

Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.

Warnings: violence, toxic relationship, misoginy, stalking, anxiety and implied future non-con. If you do not like these themes or you’re a minor, please DO NOT read this since it’s only 18+. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing what this evening would be like probably the last time you would see the red haired avenger. In the beginning everything was splendid, it was fabulous. She gave you so much attention and you took every bit of it. You felt like she made you special, like you were nothing without her.

And then you realized that she actually wasn't that nice of a person. You had always been a loner, you had a very small inner circle of friends and every single one of them did nothing but blather on about red flags.

Yet you didn't see any, you never saw them in all the time you dated Nat, and in the end you didn't even see your friends anymore. Until a few weeks ago. So you decided to investigate and understand really because they had turned their backs on you: unfortunately in your circle it had already happened that someone had away from friends for a pretty face, but no one had ever turned their back on the other.

It was one of the first rules of your group, you don't abandon each other. And that person doesn't like you she abandoned you, even when you spat poison on her with all the mean things she said to you about Natasha. You thought that she was right, that they were just envious, they wanted nothing more than to isolate you so they could drag you into their own misery. But then you also had the evidence.

Threatening messages and stalking photos. They didn't leave because they hated you, but because of theirs own safety and because you couldn't see that they were right.

It was like everything fell apart, and instead of all that part you were studying at home, you lost contro. That day, even if that friend turned her back on you and left wishing you good luck, you couldn't get her gaze out of your head. Behind her anger and disappointment there was still fear. What had Natasha been doing all these months, besides what she had told you and sworn? You had realized that you couldn't trust her, yet you still loved her so much. You had truly sacrificed too much for her to leave everything, so that same night you went to her apartment and spoke your own mind. Every single bit of it.

She thought it was one of your many romantic surprises, where you brought her flowers that drove her crazy and maybe you would have spent a few hours with a film and some cuddles. Instead she found you again at the threshold of the door with a determined and cold look, and then Natasha had already understood.

Someone had spoken, but she promised herself that she would find out later. You had started asking her so many questions, and the more you asked them the more you saw her eyebrows furrow and you felt the her tone of voice getting harder and harder. She wanted nothing more than you, alone, without any friends and at her mercy.

She wanted you for herself, without someone filling your head with bullshit about her like being with her wasn't not at all sure, how she would have completely canceled you out and turned you into a trophy to carry around and use when she wanted.

Now that you thought about it, that's exactly what happened to her, and you didn't even realize it. That night was there before when a drastic argument began, where you realized which person you were next to. If you knew it was even worse, you would definitely have run away. Actually, around 1 in the morning you've decided you had enough of her voice and her face. Without a single word you tried to leave, only to feel a strong grip on your arm.

You protested, and in response you found yourself directly against the wall. Your nose started to bleed and Natasha came again for you, without even giving you time to breathe, only to twist your arm again. You almost felt your bone shattering from the grip of her hand and despite your pleas and your fear, she did nothing but look into your eyes. You did the same, only to see a dead, unreadable look.

It was even worse than anger, hatred, or anything else I had ever seen from her. And this made you terrified.

"I don't care what you think, what you do, or who you talk to. I don't care how much you fill your head with everything this bullshit about freedom in a relationship, red flags and all. You're not leaving me, and that's final."

You were about to protest, so Natasha only twisted her arm further, making you squeal from pain.

"No, I don't think you understand, you have no say in the matter. You don't leave me, I don't leave you. I chose you, we will be together and as time passes I will change this insolent attitude of yours. You don't believe I gave enough freedom? Hmm? Who the heck would let you go out until two in the morning with your friends, not to mention how questionable they are."

You groaned at the way she talked about your friends. They were just women of today's times, nothing special more and nothing less. Natasha didn't seem to understand this though. In her eyes, you were property and an obstacle to them. From the moment you started this relationship you were solely and exclusively hers, so deprives you of any freedom or rights. You were hers to have, to care for, to show the rest of the world to hers side and not an inch ahead.

You started sobbing in pain and begging for her to let you go. In response he showed you a brief smile, she loosened her grip just enough so you wouldn't die of pain and finally she gave you a kiss on your forehead covered in cold sweat.

"You will learn love, you will learn. Actually, I brought someone who could help me in this situation… you know, he's more experienced than me being a little older. I am sure that with him you will be able to learn even better hun. Who knows, maybe one day we can even have a beautiful family together." She started giggling sweetly, as if the two of you were again at the favorite restaurant where you met at flirting and getting to know each other like little girls.

The front door opened, revealing first an entire vibranium arm and then another of the avengers, as well as one of those you hoped you would never meet. Bucky Barnes. He gave you a short smile, admiring you from top to bottom. Every little detail of your body had been studied by him and memorized, and he was happy to see you awake, instead of drugged in Natasha's bed. Nice memories for him, but it was time to upgrade.

"Family, huh? Maybe it would make her mature. A baby would keep her incredibly busy, you know." his footsteps were heavy on the wooden floor and your sobs only got louder, you had started to again fight to no avail and Natasha had pinned both of her arms. All those movements stopped the moment Bucky forcefully grabbed your neck with his real hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes. They were much darker and almost devoured you.

"Stop being such a little girl and behave, or I'll give you something you can cry about."

That warning was enough to drastically reduce your sobs, although some still did it escaped because of the anxiety and panic that racked your body. It was over for you. He smiled at your easy surrender and Natasha understood at that precise moment that she had had a wonderful idea in introducing you to Bucky, without you knowing. The poor man had fallen in love with you from the first moment and Natasha had noticed, so they had a brief conversation: sharing, on one condition. They were both on the same page, both of them would have your unconditional affection. Natasha only had problems controlling you with all those ideas about personal freedom, feminism and that constant going dancing with your friends. It got on her nerves, but she didn't want to push you away, she needed one much stronger and firmer hand. And he would have been perfect, after all he was born in the golden years for men like him. Bucky would definitely figure out how to raise you into their beautiful, loving companion.

For the life.

"Good darling, now let's start thinking. Now Natasha will go take care of your dear friend, and us, we're going to do a little bit of getting to know each other so you really understand the rules here. Is it okay love?" he planted a kiss on your lips, loosening his grip a little at your submissive demeanor. You just could cry at the thought of what they would do to your friend, and to you.

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My Baby, 1. (Dark! Ex! Wanda x reader)

Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Warnings: this is a dark! Serie about Wanda Maximoff that will contain dark themes such as violence, breaking in, non-con and similar stuff in the future chapters. Every chapter will have its own warnings to be safe. This is pure fiction and this character does not belong to me. Minors are NOT allowed, only +18. Any kind of interactions such as reblogs, comments or likes are much welcome and appreciated. 🤎

Serie Masterlist.

Chapter warnings: anxiety, implied stalking. This story is going to be a little slow in the first chapters, hope you don't mind and enjoy! <3

After that event, you immediately rushed to lock the front door, not that it was any great guarantee of safety against Wanda, but it was still a start. You realized shortly after that you had finally started breathing deeply again and your heartbeat slowed; that woman really scared you. You let your tired body collapse into one of the armchairs near the sofa where your roommate, Jane, was lying.

You laughed in surprise, seeing her arrive and almost trip on the stairs with a gift in her hands, you assumed for you. Everything seemed like before again.

Your mind continued to race and race, but it never reached its destination. You were literally groping in the dark and anxiety began to assail you. Maybe Wanda remembered the story as it was many years ago, when it was just starting out and when you always protected each other, and finally something more than friendship was born. You still hold on to those memories with immense nostalgia, but the one after that, no… it was too bad to remember. And now everything seemed to be coming back to the surface. It's like you'd forgotten about your past all these years and you were convinced you'd pushed it away, but instead it had all come back against you again, to throw you down into the pit. Again. She was back.

You cleared your throat, deciding to get up and go to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. You had to calm down, chaos wasn't good for you and it certainly wasn't the solution. You heard some small noises from the living room, so you ran back there, only to see Jane groggily trying to get up.

"Jane? Jane, are you okay?" your tone was full of concern as you approached your roommate. By now you had been living together for a year and were on good terms. You more for your own, she more eccentric, but you made a great couple. She looked at you strangely and then looked at herself on the couch, and finally moved her gaze to the envelope near the couch.

"Yes, uhm… the neighbor came, I think Wendy, or I don't know… hey, is that for me?" you almost laughed at her constant change of subject. She was always like that, light as a breeze of fresh summer air even in the way she spoke and behaved. You had finally managed to calm down seeing her awake and you decided to take advantage of it to quickly change the subject.

"Yes! I decided to give you a little surprise, since today we are exactly one year of living together! Only I tripped and it fell before, but well… I hope it's intact." you deliberately ignored the part about the neighbor "Wendy" and instead used the gift to recreate the atmosphere that was there before Wanda. Jane immediately jumped from the couch and almost squealed with joy, then inexplicably went upstairs and climbed the stairs, towards her room.

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Wanda had become extremely powerful with her powers, she was capable of doing so many things. Yet the only thing she couldn't seem to do was get you back, and that was the only thing that mattered to her. She could see the scene that was taking place in your living room in a crystal clear way, and how stupid must you have been to think that this time would be different? The other times she had been too soft, too patient.

You had changed by now, it was as if you had woken up from her spell, and Wanda knew that after all, haunting you like this wasn't like the Avengers, or a good person in general. But she couldn't really do much about it, and besides, you were a good couple.

She sighed heavily, deciding that she had had enough of seeing you and your roommate happy and carefree and exchanging gifts, so she focused on something else. It wasn't enough to be your neighbor, right? No, she had to fit into your routine, you had to see her everywhere. Then you won't be able to ignore her and pretend that everything will be okay anymore. Wanda smiled, deciding to leave her apartment and go to the nearest market. She was sure she would see you there, because you go shopping punctually every Thursday. She was already looking forward to the moment when she would see you again.

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I love your work! But I was wondering would you ever make a pt. 2 of Taking you Back?

Hello there! Thank you so much! And absolutely yes, I'd love to do it with other works in progress. 💚

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My baby. (Dark! Ex! Wanda Maximoff x reader).

Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Status: on going.

Prologue.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

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My baby. (Dark! Ex! Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Prologue

Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.

Warnings: this is a dark! Serie about Wanda Maximoff that will contain dark themes such as violence, breaking in, non-con and similar stuff in the future chapters. Every chapter will have its own warnings to be safe. This is pure fiction and this character does not belong to me. Minors are NOT allowed, only +18. Any kind of interactions such as reblogs, comments or likes are much welcome and appreciated. 🤎

Prologue warnings: breaking inside, little use of magic.

Masterlist serie.

"I'm home!" you exclaimed with a smile on your face, closing the door behind you. You were happy to be back, you had a wonderful surprise for your roommate. You were sure that she hadn't suspected anything, after all you hadn't mentioned anything in these weeks and you knew how difficult it was. You had lost count of how many gifts and surprises you had ruined because you often spoke before thinking out of excitement.

But this time you didn't think, as you walked briskly towards the living room. The lights were on, she was surely sitting there on the couch watching some movie. You were already anticipating the scene. Your smile quickly dropped as the gift bag slipped from your hand and fell to the floor. The personalized mug inside had surely broken into a thousand pieces, but that was now the least of your problems.

Your roommate was lying there, apparently asleep, but you knew that wasn't the case. Not when Wanda was sitting on the other side of the couch with her arms crossed, then looking straight into your eyes. She had a small smile on her face, sly and arrogant you would say, but you could see all the hatred hidden behind her eyes. You were together, as teenagers, a long time ago. Wanda had lost everything, you too: you had regained everything and left Wanda behind, and Wanda had lost what was left of her, left with total nothingness. Considering that you had left her too. Or at least, that was what Wanda thought; in reality, your version would have been very different from hers, but you weren't really sure she wanted to hear it and even less that she was interested. "What are you doing in my house?" your own cold tone surprised you. It was as if someone else was talking to you and you didn't know how your knees could still hold up. But Wanda wasn't stupid, she could feel how your heart was beating like crazy, this still allowed her to act arrogant. She stood up from your couch and walked over to your boyfriend’s sleeping form, approaching you and freely ignoring your question.

“Is this your house? Our apartment was better.” It was a suggestion, obviously. It wasn’t the first time Wanda had tried to make you change your mind and tell you that the two of you were meant to be together, and at first you believed it. The first, the second and even the third time. Then you finally realized that she would tell you anything and lie shamelessly just to have you back by her side and reduce you to an object again.

You had loved that woman, but it was over. And she had to understand that.

“No, this house is better, with my roommate who I sincerely hope will wake up soon.” You made a suggestion and she immediately took it, laughing in your face.

“She’ll be fine, I just put her to sleep... I wanted to be alone with you, I missed you.” she said playing with your hair, and you could almost see the sincerity in her now slightly sad face. But you couldn't fall for it again and you had certainly been through too much because of her.

"But I haven't missed you, Wanda. Get out of my house."

You had caught her attention now, her fingers slowly stopped playing with your hair finally letting it go. Now you saw the real Wanda. Her hateful gaze with a red aura was intensely scrutinizing you and you swore they could see much more than your eyes or your face. Her eyes immediately became clear again and Wanda gave you a sweet smile, waving her right hand and using her magic. You remembered what that magic had done to you, you still had the scars.

"I can also go out, after all we will see each other every day. It's a pleasure to meet you again, neighbor!" she teased you giggling, then walking out of your door without you even accompanying her. You stood there in shock, standing numb in the doorway to the living room, watching the front door close and then the couch, where your roommate was now starting to wake up.

The nightmare had begun again.

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Chapter 4.

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.

Warnings: non-stop anxiety, harrassing, forced soft kisses, implied stalking and Steve never leaving you alone. This serie is going to have very dark themes in the future chapters, so if you don’t like this please do not read. Minors are not allowed. Only +18. This character does not belong to me.

Note: I've been gone for some time but I'm glad I'm back. I will continue this serie even though I have lots going on right now, but I'll try not to be slow. Reblogs, comments and likes are always very appreciated! Ty so much in advance. <3

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You were hyperventilating. You couldn’t believe what had happened just the night before, all you knew was that you hadn’t managed to sleep a wink when you got home. There was only one more day to go and the weekend would finally arrive, your days off were approaching and first of all you would have a break from Steve, during which you would surely seal yourself in your own apartment, and secondly you could think about how to gain control of the situation that had arisen.

Control. That was what you were missing, that was what he had taken by force and that you could never get back: you and Steve Rogers could easily be considered as two separate species as far as you were concerned. And yet it was so surreal, he was an avenger, he had saved everyone. You hadn’t seen it coming and you never would have been able to, but now you were in that situation. The bruises on your body showed it and it wasn’t a banal daydream. You bent over the sink again and rubbed your face and lips, the same ones he had forcefully kissed, violently. The thought of him wanting to give you a gift and continue until he gave you God only knows what made your stomach turn.

And yet, you looked up at the mirror and realized that despite everything, you still had to go to work, you still had to work. And so you did: you got ready, you used makeup to make yourself look like a rested person and not a zombie who hadn't slept, and finally you went out and headed to your train stop. Finally, you got to work, and it took you another 10 minutes just to take a step forward.

Before you could even reassure yourself that you could control the situation at least a little, at least for a few minutes like this, you saw Steve Rogers going for a run with his partner Sam. Was it a morning workout? Maybe you could write it down somewhere, so you could understand his movements and use them. A lump formed in your throat as you turned around before he could even notice you and headed towards the entrance of the large building. You had to move, you had to get through the mass of workers who were going in the same direction as you and finally get to your office. Everything was going to be okay today… right?

"You look a little tired."

You froze on the spot, watching the other people go forward and wishing you could walk away with them. Instead, your feet seemed frozen and had become one with the ground.

"Good morning, I just slept a little badly, nothing to worry about." you said very briefly, not even looking at the man twice your size who was standing right behind you. You couldn't move a single facial muscle, not even the slightest sign of disappointment or despair because Steve wasn't the only one watching the scene. The others were looking at him, but he only had eyes for you. What almost made you laugh was that he actually looked worried. He seemed to. He just hummed in response, then grabbed your shoulder and invited you to walk with him, asking how you were or how much work you had left today. They were all weird questions and you couldn't focus on a single one of the answers to give because the mere thought of his hand on your shoulder made you feel sick.

You hadn't had time to finally get to the floor that you realized a small and inexorable detail: you were alone. You swallowed slightly, then turned and decided to try to cut Steve short, at least for that morning. You weren't ready and you felt like yesterday's dinner would soon be regurgitated at this rate.

"Steve, listen, we could meet up later maybe… I really have a lot of work to do-"

"Stark always fills you up with work, and you just accept it." he frowned, ignoring your veiled suggestion and crossing his arms, taking several steps towards you. Then, he smiled sweetly and placed a hand on your cheek, the same one from yesterday. Without thinking twice, you pulled away with a small moan, then slowly looked up from his hand to his eyes. They had become a little colder, like the day before: it was a warning and you preferred to take it.

So, when he brought not only his hand to your cheek again, cupping it, but also his body until it was attached to yours and looking down at you, you did nothing. It was as if your body was no longer yours, it was paralyzed and terrified there, only your mind remained.

"I have a little surprise for you. I would like to ask you out to dinner, today." Steve freely ignored your signs of anxiety and terror, preferring instead to leave a simple kiss on your forehead and pull you even closer to him. You were nervous, you didn't want to have him so close and you didn't want to see him at dinner. You were afraid of what he could do to you, though, if you said no. So, you played another card.

"I… I accepted the overtime for today, I can't back out, all those documents are due soon and they're very important." It was almost a whisper, you couldn't regain the grit you had the day before when you dared to stand up to him. You still had that anger buried, but you knew when it was best to keep it buried. Steve let go of your cheek and walked away from you frowning, then sighed heavily. He couldn't say anything back to that, it seemed, and you took it as a victory even if temporary. Then, suddenly, he lit up.

"But tomorrow you have a small workload, so you don't have to leave here late, you usually leave around five." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Your throat was dry and your pupils dilated as you stared at him, unable to give him an answer as he looked at you with his classic American golden boy smile. Did he know your hours? So maybe he knew where you lived. It wasn't possible, it had been so little time. It wasn't a hero you had in front of you, he couldn't be.

"Well yes, but…"

"But nothing. Whatever plans you have, don't make me take care of them for you, honey. I'll pick you up at eight in the evening and I can walk you home today, in the meantime…" what you had in front of your eyes was an excited Steve, he was almost happy to take a small black velvet box from his pants pocket. He opened it and inside was a necklace with a small ocean-colored diamond in the center. The necklace was really beautiful, but you didn't want it. In your eyes, it was like allowing him to put something of his on you, and you knew that if you put it on, you would suffer heavy consequences if you took it off.

A single tear fell from your eye as you quickly wiped it away and faked a small smile, trying to take the necklace. Instead, Steve smiled at you and pulled back, then used one arm to spin you around until your back was turned to him. He moved your hair and put the necklace on your face almost as if it were a completely romantic gesture, you could tell he had planned it down to the smallest detail. You shed two more tears before he could even realize it, then followed the force of his body again as he moved you right in front of him.

He gave you a chaste kiss on the lips and what scared you was that you could see how much he was holding back. The question was, what was he holding back for?

"It's just a little gift, I wanted to give it to you later but I really couldn't resist. I'll wait for you once you're done working to take you home, see you later honey." he left you with another kiss and a few caresses to your hair before walking towards the department where his room was and leaving you in front of your office, in tears and with an unwanted weight on your neck. You were afraid of what would come next, because you knew that no matter what, you would have no control.

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Better luck next time.

Summary: you try to leave, you face consequences.

Warnings: kidnapping, threat of killing someone, obsession, restraints on reader. This is dark story and contains dark themes, so minors are now allowed, only +18. Also, requests are open, so if you have any idea feel free to request! <3

Note: I made this little drabble this way so maybe it would fit different characters, so it's pretty generic.

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"Where am I?" you asked shakily, your wrists hurting from how tight the ropes were. With tears in your eyes you looked at the one you thought was the love of your life, the person who had truly helped you and changed you for the better. And who would ever hurt you, so why the hell were you tied to the chair? "Safe." her tone was cold, distant. Your eyes widened in shock, a brief ironic smile playing on your lips. She noticed and turned to you, now giving you her full attention. "No, that's not safe. I'm not safe with you." those were words meant to hurt her, and seeing her gaze waver a little told you you'd hit the mark. Her face soon crumpled in anger as she approached you with quick steps, lowering herself to your level and forcefully grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes. "You're not safe anywhere but with me. I saved your life, remember?" You looked at her with hatred and pain, ignoring the pain in your jaw. You remembered it well, but it was no excuse for what she was doing. "It doesn't matter, you wouldn't understand. Anyway, you're never leaving here if not with me." she said it almost with a challenging tone, and unfortunately you didn't know how to keep quiet when provoked, regardless of your situation. "They were right, when they said I had to leave you because you were dangerous. I had to listen to them." you expected everything, even a beating, but not a genuine laugh from her. "They would finally give me the reason I needed to get rid of them. You're mine, you belong to me." she was full of confidence, while your confidence began to crumble. Maybe trying to run away from her hadn't been a great idea.

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But I love you so. (Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Summary: Wanda is slowly killing you and she realized it when it was already too late. 

Warnings: HEAVY ANGST, violence, beating, fights, manipulation, toxic relationship, starving, bruises and delusional Wanda. This is a 18+ fiction and has dark themes in it, if you don’t like it or if you’re a minor DO NOT READ. 

Note: it has been a few days. I love love love heavy angst. Please let me know if you’d like something like this. 

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“I’m so sorry honey, it won’t happen again.” she offered you a slight apologetic smile, one she usually gives. She forced it so much made it clear now that it wasn’t true. Or maybe it was true but she was so messed up that there was no way to fix it. And you didn’t want to be the one to solve her mess, you to take her anger when you couldn’t calm her down. Wanda was constantly like being on a roller coaster, the kind without protection and where you were sure to die, but there was still that small percentage of safety. And you were holding on desperately to that percentage, but it was hard. You have been living with Wanda for years, and not by your choice. You wanted friendship at the very beginning, she saw another chance in you, one that would not fail. And as she desperately tried to act like a couple as time went by Wanda didn’t notice that she was doing the exact opposite. It was the first year of living together and everything started to go wrong. She preferred something more traditional than she said, not to mention the dangers outside your home. She convinced you to live with her, and when you magically found yourself in financial trouble you accepted. Slowly you made a lot of compromises and wondered if the yourself of the past wouldn’t have kicked you if she could have seen you. Or maybe she would understand and pity you. The fights became more and more frequent, it was really stressful, but it wasn’t that bad. Besides, it was so sweet when she apologized to you. Everything was perfect for a few days, and then a catastrophe again. It could be a daily unexpected that you had to go out or your thought of going back to work, and immediately she fell silent and looked at you like that. That glacial gaze had started to make you anxious, automatically making you feel wrong. You saw a spark of red in her eyes and that total disappointment, as if she were asking you, “You haven’t learned yet, have you?”. It was so frustrating. And you hated to admit it but you started getting scared of her. You got to a point where you had to walk away, away from her, break all contact. And you tried. When she came home from some shopping she found you sitting on the sofa, inviting her to sit across from you. That day was the rise of your nightmares. You were wrong, you just had to go away, and never come back. From that day on, Wanda became angrier, always,, whatever you did was wrong: even a misplaced fork could unleash her anger, especially if she was waiting for an excuse to attack you. You had no way to defend yourself. You tried desperately many times, especially in the beginning, when the fights started to get physical. After some time you stopped trying and just tried to take as few hits as possible, but your body was suffering more and more. Fractures, daily bruises, it was all a nightmare. Wanda had spent so much time between short temper, punishment, and humiliating you that she definitely didn’t see the moment of your breakdown and point of no return. You completely gave up. After about three years you had completely stopped defending yourself and what was worse for Wanda, you weren’t moving a muscle. When that awful time began for you, you started trying to be perfect for her, but in her eyes you were constantly wrong. When she did something particularly serious, she directly decided to lock you up, until you promised to be better. Wanda wanted a family, she wanted a stable couple and you were making it so difficult for her. She couldn’t see further until it was definitely too late. Weeks passed and Wanda realized, even during her tantrums, that you weren’t trying to defend yourself. You were like a dummy, she could move you as she liked her and the only sounds she heard were moans of pain. That day she Wanda managed to stop, it was like having a stab in her heart when she finally saw you. She stopped seeing you under that red, fiery glow and she began to see you for who you had become, who she had made you become. She swallowed nervously, starting to pick you up off the floor and putting you on the sofa. She got you a cut on her arm because of the fight. “Honey, I… I’m sorry. I would never hurt you.” she apologized nervously, but she didn’t know what to say. Wanda never knew what to say. She had thought so many times about letting you go for your own good, but again who thought of her as good about her? No one ever. You were her love for her, she wouldn’t have lost you. Yet looking at you, she wondered if it was really worth making you suffer so much. “Liar.” Wanda lit up for a moment, watching your chapped lips whisper those words. They were the only words that came out of your mouth in weeks. Still, she broke her heart. “No, no it’s true. I would never want to hurt you, you know my darling.” it was as if her desperate tone served more to convince herself than you did. But it didn’t work, not this time. You gave her a little smile, that’s all. Your eyes were dull, gray and sad. So sad. Yet Wanda knew that those eyes had seen through her: you knew it was all her fault, and she knew it too. But you both knew you would stay there forever, until you died at her hand. Or yours.

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No escape (Dark! Natasha Romanoff x reader x dark! Steve Rogers)

Summary: Natasha and Steve found a common interest, and that is you. But then you say things like you want to break up, and then escape. So, of course they take you back, and then make sure you understand the hardest way you can't really leave them.

Warnings: past non-con, physical and psychological abuse, manipulation, Natasha is a warning herself, kidnapping, drugging, future non-con implied, dark thought on reader. This is a dark story with dark themes, so minors are NOT ALLOWED, only +18. I don't own these characters.

Note: okay so, I kinda have a little thought about turning this into a serie or at least make part 2. What do you think? Anyway, any comment, like or reblog is truly appreciated. <3 Requests are open!

She didn't know what was going through her mind. It was something crazy what she had just done, and yet Natasha continued to drive towards her desolate destination while your helpless and drugged body was in the back of the seats. She had to admit, she had always been determined and rigid in her decisions, but even she wavered sometimes. Especially when it came to you. But you were so stubborn, what was she supposed to do?

You had left her. You had left her and Steve. She still remembered the conversation from days ago.

"I want to break up."

They were extremely simple words, but coming out of your mouth they were truly surreal. Natasha focused directly on you with an expressionless look, while Steve was already getting more nervous as he started to walk towards you. Natasha had always been the one who talked less than Steve: she was the one more inclined to inflict punishments and make you cry, Steve agreed with her but only when necessary.

If it were up to Natasha, you would have been locked up in that New York apartment at all hours and without the possibility of leaving. She remembered how your relationship was at the beginning: you, Steve and her. It had been born spontaneously, or rather, well, Natasha had perhaps manipulated more than a few things to ensure that the three of you ended up together and that Steve would give her more support when it came to having a firm hand on you.

If only she had had her way, those stupid words would never have come out of your mouth. Steve immediately asked the reasons and Natasha made a face of contempt at you. No, she was not willing to get into that conversation, because there was nothing to discuss: you would not have moved from there, far from them. She had to remind you that, even before Steve, Natasha had seen you for the first time. You were hers. Then the blond noticed you and Natasha didn't mind sharing with him, also because she knew she needed help in the early days because she knew we would get to this point without the right discipline.

"I don't feel good in this relationship anymore, I want… I want the life I had before." Natasha understood how uncertain you were when talking and did what she knew how to do best: manipulate you. She had manipulated you in every way, listing every single thing they had done for you, how well they treated you not only during your daily routine, but also during the nights you spent alone before.

That day she remembered that made you cry a lot, from humiliation. You felt humiliated deep down and somehow you knew that Natasha and Steve were wrong, but your body didn't have the strength to pull back from the long session of suffocating cuddles they forced you to after that argument.

Natasha remembered all of that vividly. Yet, her manipulation, her ways, even her kindness and mercy towards you hadn’t been enough to keep you confined in that apartment. Somehow that adorable head of yours had managed to find a way to escape from them. Steve was the first to discover it, and he felt mostly concern, followed by sadness and anger. Natasha knew Steve: he was a good guy, but if you pressed the right spots he became exactly like her. And Natasha didn’t need the Steve who was kind and adorable to you, she needed the other Steve, the same one you had dealt with one night when you had decided to reject them both in bed and insulted them. You had suffered some bruises and a bad headache, but Natasha remembered how well you had behaved in the days that followed.

Natasha’s mind suddenly cleared. She had done the right thing, she had followed you to that bar and drugged your soft drink, she had finally dragged you away without your dumb friends noticing anything. Oh, she would fix them later, but first she needed to teach you a lesson. She sneered wickedly. She just had to press that button. So, she called Steve. The infamous captain didn't take long to answer, looking all worried.

"Steve, I got her back. I'm taking her to our plan b, that place you know about." Natasha didn't even give him time to speak and continued in a stiff, angry voice. "Do you know where she was? She wasn't in danger. She was with her friends, in a bar and dressed in a shabby way. She had a man on her and she was completely ready for his attentions, you have no idea how she was dancing. She dressed like we always forbade her to, she drank and accepted a bag of… I don't know, but I took her out of there. I did the right thing, didn't I, Steve?"

Natasha didn't need an answer. She had actually lied: you weren't doing any of that, you were just talking to your friends and when a man approached you you politely rejected him like the beautiful little girl you are.

But Natasha had to make you understand that there were consequences if you ran away from them, and Steve would never guarantee those consequences unless she said the things he hated the most.

Natasha thought you were cute in those short, skimpy dresses, it just made her want to rip them off, Steve preferred a more conservative part. Natasha hated it when anyone else paid attention to you, Steve did the same. Natasha liked you when you were drunk because you couldn't remember what she did to you during that time, Steve… well, he might be lying but he actually liked you too, even if with more guilt.

"I'm coming." Steve didn't give Natasha time to say anything else, he had already hung up. The red-haired woman looked at your poor, still helpless and unaware figure in the mirror. You had no idea what was waiting for you but Natasha did, and she was going to savor every second of it. You'll never leave her again, she'll make sure of it.

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No Way Out Masterlist. (Dark! Steve Rogers)

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.  

Status: on going. 

Chapter 1. 

Chapter 2. 

Chapter 3. 

Chapter 4.

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My girl (Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Summary: you, simple worker at the local cafè, caught the attention of Wanda, and then it was over for you.

Warnings: implied non-con, mental manipulation, toxic partner, obsession. This story includes dark themes so minors are NOT ALLOWED, only +18. If you don't like this stuff, please don't read, otherwise any kind of interaction with this post would be appreciated. Also, requests are open.

-At first she seems very sweet to you, understanding and empathetic. She listens to you a lot and in a short time, from a pleasant company while you do your shift as a waitress at the bar, she starts to become a dear friend of yours.

-Wanda had noticed you from the beginning but was still hesitant about what you could be for her. She was really alien to these feelings, she only knew that having someone by her side would surely make things better. That hesitation disappeared not only when you showed yourself so kind and helpful, but also when she started to frequent that place without even planning it.

-Wanda managed to insert herself into your heart and become increasingly closer to you, and at the same time pushing away everyone else around you. Didn't you see it? They were bad influences, they enjoyed seeing you fail in your plans and used your kindness to then leave you alone in the darkest moments. After a while you understood that Wanda was right: you didn't need those people, you just needed your best friend by your side.

-Wanda decided she was close to her goal. You did everything together and since the economy was so tough these days, especially in a place like New York, she offered to put you up in her apartment for a while and let you contribute with some small expenses. In reality, you never contributed, and since you crossed the threshold of that door, you even stopped going to work.

-You woke up every day in Wanda's bed, completely confused about what had happened. Your head was exploding and there were hours that were simply missing. The magic of the first few days and the butterflies in your stomach were slowly starting to be replaced by a sort of… fear. And while these feelings were growing in you, Wanda was happier and happier to finally have you all to herself.

-Wanda had lost everything, it was right that at least one person was for her. She would have protected you at all costs, even if she had to kill everyone, but she would never have lost you like she had lost her parents or her brother. You were hers.

-After a few days you got up the courage and explained to Wanda that maybe it was better to leave, to take back your space. You had started this whole wonderful speech about how grateful you were for supporting and loving you, and you loved her too, but you needed your space. Maybe it was better to go back to your apartment.

-Wanda remained silent, only able to stare at you with a blank stare. "I thought the time when I have to use my magic to make you behave was finally over." You blinked in shock and disbelief, looking at the redhead in front of you. No, you hadn't heard correctly, you had imagined it. It didn't sound like your Wanda, that woman who now had red eyes and magic in her hands ready to be used… against you.

-You started giggling nervously, taking steps back to the wall of your bedroom. "What do you mean Wanda, what- what magic? What have you done to me?…" you barely whispered, seeing the woman in front of you more and more determined. You looked between her figure and the door frame of the bedroom: you could do it, but Wanda was not just anyone. Wanda was Wanda, and not that you knew it but she would even be able to break your legs just to stop you from leaving and to teach you a lesson.

"To make you be a good girl. I managed to eradicate all those people in your life, to conquer you, to keep you by my side only to hear you say that you will leave me. No, that will not happen, you will never leave me. Now…", she used her magic to force you to get closer to her. Screaming was of no use, also because your voice mysteriously disappeared. Nothing came out of your mouth anymore, only many tears of despair from your eyes while her face was adorned with a smile.

-Wanda smiled at you lovingly, her eyes never leaving yours as her right hand began to caress your face and play with some of your hair. Then, she leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the lips, and you admitted to yourself that you would have loved it so much if only you weren't in this situation. You whimpered when you felt her other hand tug down the strap of your nightgown.

"It's about time we finally made our relationship official, isn't it, my love?"

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i loveee no way out, im glad ur back ❤️‍🔥

hello sweetheart, thank you so much for your kindness! I'm glad I'm back too °^° ♥️

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Taking you back. (Dark! Stucky x reader)

Summary: this time you managed to escape for good from the two soldiers, but what if they find you back?

Warnings: implied past-abuse and bruises, reader is genuinely terrified, lots of begging, forced relationship, forced kissing, anxiety, traumatized reader. This is a dark story and has dark themes, minors are NOT ALLOWED, only +18. If you don't like this, don't read please. These character do not belong to me. Requests are open, feel free to ask or to interact with this post if you enjoy! <3

You didn't think you'd ever get to this point, you dreamed of it almost a long time ago, and yet there you were. You were quietly shopping, the keys to your apartment in your bag, no Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes dictating rules, telling you what to do, how to dress or how to talk. No more 50s style life, not since you managed to escape. After so many years spent in that country house you really didn't think you'd be able to do it, to stand up and leave. There was no misunderstanding, you were still terrified that they might find you but it was as if you were lighter now. You would never have used the word serene or calm to describe yourself, but maybe lucid. Yes, lucid, that was what you were. You realized that you were finally taking back control of your life, your body. They had taken you and shaped you to their liking. They promised to be everything you would ever need, that they loved you so much that what they did to you during punishments actually hurt them more. Yet, at the end of the day, you were still the one with the bruises and hematomas on your body. You sighed heavily, pushing those images out of your head and taking a pack of sugar from the shelf in front of you. You had to move and go home. Months had passed, you truly believed that they would have caught you in hours. Then, the hours passed and you remained hidden, while the realization of what you had done continued to hit you. You did not deny that there was a part of you that thought of going back, but an even stronger one told you that this time was not like the others. The other times, the first ones in which you had tried to escape, had been terrible for you and your escape had lasted 30 minutes or so. Maybe. This one, however, much more, was going so well: first hours, then days, then weeks… and finally months, five to be exact.

A small smile formed on your face. You were aware that they would come back for you, but this time you had an advantage, right? They were undoubtedly stronger and faster than you, they had more means and they were certainly much more appreciated by people than a complete stranger like you. You left the supermarket, kindly greeting the clerk and finally walking towards your apartment. It had been 10 minutes, no more, no less. You shivered from the cold, holding your coat tighter, it had started to snow. Then, in the middle of the cars and some random passers-by who like you were going home, you heard it. It was light, but you weren't crazy: you had heard a rustling, from behind. You turned around, but there was not a living soul. You started walking again at a fast pace, holding the shopping bag tightly and with your heart starting to beat in your throat.

It couldn't have come the time, right? Five months, still too few. No, after this freedom you couldn't go back with them. Because you weren't sure what they would do to you this time, you only had the guarantee that you would not like any of it. Bucky was the one you worried about the most: Steve was a golden boy in every way, yes he was cruel in punishments and discipline, but you believed him much more than Bucky when he said it hurt him to hurt you. Bucky, on the other hand, was much more calculating in punishments and even in everyday life: he adored you, he worshipped you almost as if you were his salvation from all the crap of his past, and yet sometimes he looked at you in such a cold and dark way that you rarely believed you had in front of you not Bucky, but the winter soldier. You were sure that this time not even Steve would have saved you from any risky or too cruel thought on Bucky's part, and you couldn't allow that.

"Excuse me, can you help me..?" you stopped in your tracks, looking at the man behind you. He had emerged from one of the alleys that overlooked the desolate main street, where you were walking. You only had two more minutes left, and it was done. Two miserable minutes for more time of freedom. You swallowed nervously, looking him up and down: he was holding his arm as if it hurt, but it was a man with a hood and a covered face and he was twice your size. With a small voice you only had the courage to apologize and continue on your way, only to turn back after a few seconds at the sound of a crack. It was like it was familiar. The man decided to look up, now keeping both arms relaxed at his sides. His posture seemed to become strangely familiar, then his face. Steve.

You inhaled sharply as tears formed in your eyes. Five months, had you only lasted that long? No no no, you couldn't go back. So you did what you knew could work, at least on him, before Bucky came along: beg. It rarely worked but at the moment you didn't have much of a chance.

Fight it? No. Talk to him? It's Steve, he knew better than his beautiful girlfriend who just has to listen and take care of him. But he had a weakness and that was you: your tears, your sadness, Steve had never liked it.

"Steve, you have to understand.. I had to.. " you whispered in a thin voice, dropping the grocery bag on the floor. He looked at you coldly, folding his arms.

"No, you didn't have to, but you did. Five months away from you, without knowing where you were, maybe you were in danger. Maybe our missions had reached us straight home taking away the most important person for us…" he started to take steps towards you, every word he said was emphasized with anger. "But no, it was nothing like that. It was just you, who decided to leave us behind and go away. What were you looking for? No, who were you looking for?"

His ideas were more wrong than the other, you were just looking for yourself, after they had cancelled it for so long. You started to cry and sob in fear while Steve had now arrived in front of you and completely towered over you with his height. You had to lift your head to look him in the eyes and pray for a shred of mercy.

"I ran away because you hurt me! Hurt so much!" you brought your hands to your chest trying to calm your heartbeat, but that didn't make Steve falter even a little.

"We hurt you because you didn't learn and you despised us. We loved you, we gave you everything, and you left us. Do you have any idea how destroyed Bucky was in these months without you? We both were, but you were fine in the new apartment, doing all these things without us, right?" Steve provoked you with a venomous tone, and if only looks could kill you would have already been on the ground. And yet, you ended up on the ground anyway out of desperation. The mere mention of Bucky made you tremble with terror.

"I'm sorry, please- plea-" your breath caught in your throat and the words wouldn't come out of your mouth. You were now on your knees in the cold and the tears were falling non-stop, the broken sobs non-stop giving you no chance to rest your throat. You literally couldn't speak: Steve was your chance for dialogue, and yet those two men had traumatized you so much that they had destroyed even your ability to speak. Apologize? What did you have to apologize for? They were the ones who had ruined your life, you only wanted to help them, be a supportive friend, someone to pass by for them. Instead, they had decided that you were that ideal girl they had lost for too long now, and that you couldn't go away. Steve knelt in front of you, taking you by the arms and slowly bringing you into his, to then cage you with his body.

"Shh, it's okay baby, it'll all work out. I know it's sad, it won't happen again, right?" Steve's voice sounded really sweet and sappy, and you only had the strength to nod briefly. He placed his fingers on your chin forcing you, despite your resistance, to look into his eyes: you saw only a disappointing and obsessive love. He then moved closer and kissed you, holding your face to him, continuing to kiss you until he was satisfied. He missed you too much, but you hadn't seen that, not yet.

"I can't wait to take you home… for tonight though, we'll stay at your apartment. Come on love, Bucky is waiting for us there."

[p3sephone]

What is rightfully mine (Dark! Winter Soldier x reader).

Summary: you were running for your life since months after the Winter Soldier got free and started killing everybody inside of Hydra. When he found you, things didn't go as you expected.

Warnings: violence towards reader, forced kissing, unwanted touching, obsession, hints of killing people, implied non-con, crying and home intrusion. This is a dark story with dark themes, NO MINORS, only +18. I don't own this character.

Notes: Comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome and appreciated. Also, requests are open so feel free to ask! 🏵️

You sighed heavily, yet another tiring day at work was finally over. All you wanted to do was go home, throw yourself on the bed and lounge around doing literally nothing. Your head had been racing and frantic for months now, you needed a break at all costs. You knew that maybe that break wasn't the right choice at all, but you had to take it for the sake of your mental health. Months had passed since that day, you still remembered it as if it were yesterday, and you hadn't stopped since then.

You had continued to run away, change routines and schedules, always dress casually and always with your gaze on the ground. You couldn't let it find you again. It was a bad chapter in your life, when you worked with Hydra. You weren't a good person, you were aware of not being one and when you finally decided to become one, it was already too late.

So you didn't really believe that the Winter Soldier would give you any discounts once he found you, considering that you seemed to be at the bottom of his list of people to kill. All the others had been found dead in their homes, one after the other. They could have hired dozens of men for security and they had still come to a bad end because of the Winter Soldier. You knew that it was only a matter of time now, but you had to at least try. So you continued to hide, trying to live like a normal person. And in the end, you became a normal person.

The time outside of Hydra gave you time to reevaluate things, to change yourself and during this time you really thought that maybe things could get better. Even for that man who terrorized you.

You inhaled through your nose as you opened the door of your house and then closed it behind you. You only had time to turn around and your head was violently slammed into that same door, now closed.

"Вы пропустили меня? (Did you miss me?)" his voice remained the same as you remembered, no matter how little he said, it was composed and low. You held your head, slowly dragging it along the ground, it was throbbing with pain and your vision was blurry. The darkness was blending in with his black boots and his all-black attire. He had prepared himself just for you.

"Do you have nothing to say for yourself?" he bent down to your level as he said those words, and when you didn't dare give him an answer he yanked a handful of your hair with his vibranium arm, making sure you could look him straight in the eyes. That arm had always terrified you and you feared one day you would end up strangled by it, you truly feared that that day had now come.

"I'm sorry, soldier-" you didn't have any more time to speak, the winter soldier showed the same mercy that you showed him when you looked away while they tortured him. You knew well that this was your karma, it was what you deserved. Maybe now you were a good person, before no, you hadn't been especially with him. But you were so lucky and you didn't know it yet!

The winter soldier made you stand up by tugging your hair once more, then he pressed the light switch. His icy eyes scrutinized you with that frowning face, so full of hatred and anger. On the other hand, your eyes had tears in them and they threatened to come out not only because of the pain in your head, but also because of the guilt. And he noticed it.

"Oh… did you regret it? Are you sorry?" he emphasized the sentence you had said previously, and only then the tears fell. You squeezed his vibranium arm in the hope that he would loosen his grip just a little. You nodded with a sob, looking into his eyes as he wanted.

“Okay, show me.” You were shocked at the request and did nothing but frown at him, while he had a small smile on his lips. He gave you a hint, bringing his face close to yours and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, then inviting you with his gaze to return the kiss. You swallowed nervously. Given your situation and the fact that you were now completely useless to Hydra, you had no choice.

So, you did as he wished. You leaned in and kissed his lips, not expecting him to return the kiss quickly and much more passionately than your clumsy one. It was as if he wanted to devour you, take everything from you and leave you with nothing. He finally released his grip on your hair, pushing you against the front door instead and deepening the kiss, before pulling away and resting his head on your shoulder. You were now shaking with terror: you weren't ready to die and you certainly weren't ready for this psychological torture.

"It's what I've wanted for years, and they've always denied me this reward. Mission, after mission, after mission… and I didn't see a trace of you. I hated being alone and you hated doing that job, you should thank me for killing everyone." he whispered close to your ear and you couldn't help but increase your crying and moans of fear. It was a fate worse than death, yours.

"But I don't want this…" you barely whispered, and you would have been lucky if he hadn't heard you. But he had. His attention returned to you and his vibranium hand gripped your jaw firmly.

"You're mine. You always have been, since months ago when you moved to this shithole of a city. You didn't stop being mine when you worked to make my life a living hell and despite everything you still have to finish thanking me for sparing you, and you didn't stop being mine even when you moved five months ago. I've always followed you, I've never lost my attention on you." his eyes narrowed and if possible, he seemed even bigger than he was before, while on the other hand your figure was getting smaller and smaller.

Your crying didn't satisfy the winter soldier's mood at all and didn't improve the situation, so he decided to do his own thing and kiss you again. This time your body tried to react and fight against him, but the fight ended when he decided to literally trap you with his body and trap both of your hands in his, doing what he thought was right with you. After all, you had always been his, it was time to show it to you.