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.”

Taken. (Dark! Winter soldier)

Summary: you work for Hydra, until one day everything goes for the worst, and you find yourself in the hands of the Winter Soldier. You think you'll be dead soon, but the asset has other plans for you.

Warnings: violence, macabre atmosphere, anxiety, begging, a little chasing, winter soldier being winter soldier. This is +18 only, minors are absolutely NOT welcome. This character does not belong to me. This is part 1, there will be part 2 soon, but anyway tell me how you feel about this. Also, requests are currently open. <3

You shouldn't have seen it. Hell, you didn't have to see any of this. A second earlier you walked while mentally insulting yourself for choosing those very uncomfortable heels for go to work, the next second you had fallen to the floor and your paperwork was all scattered around the flooring. The scene that unfolded before you was surreal. The sirens didn't stop ringing, armed men emerged from everywhere and the worst thing is that you could see how terrified they were. You tried to get back on your feet in order to get to the end of the corridor: once those soldiers would have stopped going towards that junction on the left, you could have gone straight.

Elevator, stairs, the important thing was now became getting out of that place. You knew full well what those sirens meant and you also knew that no matter the number of soldiers sent to die, he wouldn't stop until when he wouldn't have massacred everyone. Besides, how can you blame him?

You had always told yourself that in basically you only dealt with small practices, you were a very small operator, insignificant and not of certainly on the upper floors. You had never seen him, not once, and you were even so small and insignificant that you were not required to have information about the winter soldier. You simply knew that he existed, you knew that he was there and that he could never leave his cage. That is until he actually managed to get out of his cage. Your heart jumped in your throat as you decided to remove your heels, grab your car keys and the your phone, leaving everything else on the floor. You knew you wouldn't set foot here again inside anyway.

You let a shaky sigh escape your mouth as you did raised yourself carefully, walking towards the corridor. Going back wasn't an option, it was the longest route ever and the soldier would certainly have reached you sooner. If you wanted to survive, you had to take the risk. You swallowed nervously without looking at what was unfolding to your left, walking to fast foot. Your plan was going well, until you heard a scream inhuman.

Then you made the first mistake, a cheeky little mistake: it was just the tail of the eye, while your feet were still moving, but you knew from the moment you since you could never forget the look of that insignificant soldier while he was trying to resist the asset. He already looked like he was about to die, he was too wounded, yet it wasn't enough. It was as if the man was taking his time to savor the light going away from his eyes. That split second was enough for you to understand that you had to move forward, even at the cost of getting high feel. After all, the serum had made him far too powerful and alert, he would even hear you if you had walked on tiptoe. So you decided to run: you ran, you caught up the elevator and pressed the button. You saw the doors closing and that face. The Winter Soldier he was halfway down the corridor, the swinging lights and the surreal noise of the sirens making it still scarier than he already was. You were so caught up in your survival that you didn't even notice the tears they fell from your face. You started to sob softly, looking at his face: it was over, he had seen you and would come get you soon. But maybe, maybe you still could escape. There was still hope for you and you could start over, not in this place. You took your chance, as the doors opened you darted towards the emergency entrance. The main one would be too mundane, you thought, so you looked for the nearest exit to your car. The Winter Soldier was fast, but you hoped he wasn't even faster than a car and with full gas. You almost cried with joy when you saw her in the full parking lots, your feet hurt from the small scratches caused by the still wet asphalt afternoon rain. Then your smile fell and the world fell apart. You saw it, literally next to your car. It was there, waiting for you and the only thing what you could do was remain on the spot immobile and paralyzed. At least until he started taking quick steps towards you. You started crying even harder, and even though it was useless, you started praying and pleading for someone to come and save you. You've been relegated with your own body, the only option seemed to be to return to the laboratories and try to hide, but by then the time had already passed. He grabbed your arm tightly, pulling you towards him and forcing you to look into his eyes with your other vibranium hand. For some sick reason he wanted you to look at him the way others looked at him before they died.

“Please, I didn't do anything to you, I had nothing to do with this-" your pleas fell flat into the void as he tightened her grip on your arm, making you yelp in pain. "Liar." It was true, you were definitely lying. Even if you had nothing directly to do with him, you had always agreed to work with such people. It was your choice from the beginning. "You saw me that day. You looked at me with pity and didn't deign me a single help,nothing." he muttered tightly under his breath, and you could see from his cold look how cold he was enraged. It happened a few days after they hired you, you remember. He was battered and his they had just wiped gus memory, and you couldn't help but wish things went differently, but you would never be able to change things. How could he expect you to do something about it? "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." you could only murmur as you silently begged him to save you. The tears fell relentlessly on your face and on his vibranium hand, which suddenly released its grip. You could only breathe for a few small seconds of relief. Your arm was still in his grip though. "I couldn't stop thinking… about that look. Every time they erased my memory, they tortured me and drained me of all energy, there was always that damned look. I can even see it now, in your eyes. You little hypocrite." you could feel the venom in his his voice, but there was something else. It was something more, macabre, you didn't understand it. You wanted to keep apologizing, but something told you there wouldn't be any point. His eyes they continued to study you in every detail, as if he wanted to memorize you with the certainty that this time he wouldn't forget you. No, now that he thought about it, the Winter Soldier would even better. "Where do you live?" The question crushed you. "What?" you replied almost inaudibly, but he heard it. Taken a handful of your hair and he pulled hard in response, making you yelp in pain. "Your house, we will go there and hide for a few days. Then you will come with me." He was methodical, and that scared you deeply. You started sobbing again softly, thinking about the trouble you've gotten yourself into just with this job. You have looked the man in front of you fearful, and you could finally see the macabre now: his pleasure in his look at seeing you reduced like that. It was his doing and it was entirely his revenge, and you you would have suffered until he said enough.

Some company. (Dark! Yelena Belova)

Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind. 

Warnings: soft! dark! Yelena, hints of violence, kidnapping. If you don’t like these themes or if you’re a minor please do NOT read and block this blog. I think I’m going to do a part 2 about this. 

Note: requests are open, so feel free to send them! <3 This character does not belong to me. 

“Mh, you’re not that boring after all.”

You’ve heard that voice since you woke up, but the gag on your eyes kept you from knowing who that voice belonged to and where you were. Life is funny, isn’t it? You went from enjoying a simple late-night dinner with friends to arriving home safely. There you were attacked and you couldn’t even see your attacker. The only thing you could feel before going into complete blackout was the pain inflicted on your body as you were violently dragged across the floor until you were knocked out. Then, you woke up with legs and arms locked, sitting up and blindfolded. At least you were thankful that you still felt the fabric of your dress on you.

Your mouth, however, had no limits, and you could have made the mistake of having proceeded with a few too many insults. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do at all, but at least it had caught his attention. The only thing he did before was pinch your thighs or arms, and talk about a “job” he had to do with you. “Okay, game over. Now I’ll explain something to you, and then it’ll all be over and I can take my deserved rest.”

It was a female voice, albeit very sharp and stiff. You also heard the hint of a Russian accent, although that was certainly not your priority. You were more concerned with the "end”. You waited for that blindfold to finally be removed and you were able to look at the woman who landed you so easily. She was blonde and she looked at you with a small cocky smile. You were ready to reject the umpteenth string of insults, but she preceded you and slapped you full face.

“No, I’m tired of your bullshit. See, you’ve pissed off a person who now wants you dead. You don’t know what black widows are, or else you’d get something more out of that brainless little head you have. In summary, I’m the last person you’ll see before you die. Any wishes?” Her smile almost softened as she saw your utterly shocked and shocked face. You? Let’s say your life’s paths had led you to work at a strip club as a bartender, and the only thing you’d done wrong was turn down way too many men. Otherwise, you’ve never done anything wrong, not a single thing.

You stayed out of certain deals because you knew the cost would be too high in the end, and you just wanted to work and your money. End. But Yelena wasn’t interested in that at all, she was interested in money. She then she saw your pretty face during your shift and something just clicked. She didn’t know how, but she knew that underneath that girl who was so responsible, rigid in her work and extremely punctilious was only an arrogant brat. Or at least, that’s what she had thought. Judging by the string of insults she had thrown at her, she certainly hadn’t changed her mind, except on one point: she really didn’t want to kill you.

“Let’s make a deal. Let’s say I don’t feel like killing you right now, and I might know ways to make the person who wants you dead think you’re actually dead. For example, I could kill him myself… but that could really cost you.” so much. Would you like to take this big step, mh?“ her smile began to make you sick. You desperately wanted to say no, but if you did, your life was at stake and it was assumed you would lose it. Then you automatically nodded. Yelena was happy, she almost jumped in place as she started to untie you. "Don’t try anything, you know  damn well I can hit very hard. I was so eager for company, how about we start getting to know each other better?” No, that wasn’t going to lead to anything good. You would only know at the end if your life was worth this.

Again with dark! Drabbles on marvel characters. Feel free to request and I'll write as soon as possible!

♡ Yandere Prompt List  ♡ (Updated! Again!)

I made more prompts 💖💓💘💞 Basically, you send me an emoji that equals a prompt and the characters name that you would like to go with the prompt (you can request multiple prompts in one request) 💘 (Also, you can take an SFW prompt and turn it into NSFW and vice versa) Make sure to tell me if you’d like SFW or NSFW. Also, yes, I am working on all of your requests!!! But, I had a prompt spark of inspiration all of the sudden!!!!!

🌷= “I’ll kill them all, for you”

🎠 = “This hurts me way more than it hurts you”

🍒 = “You look so beautiful while you sleep”

🌟 = “Do the ropes hurt? I can loosen them if you want”

🌈 = “Don’t worry, it’s not my blood. They won’t bother you anymore”

🌸 = “I’m so sorry. I know this is wrong, but I can’t help it”

🍬 = “I’ll kiss all the pain away. All the pain they gave you”

🍭 = “I didn’t mean to scare you, baby”

🧁 = “You’re so pure and beautiful”

🧸 = “I’ll find you, darling. I’m getting closer, I can hear your breathing”

🍓 = “Just give in, baby. You know that it’s what’s best for you”

🍄 = “You’re lips are so much softer than I had ever thought”

☁️ = “Thinking of you with anyone else makes me want to throw up”

🍦 = “You’re gorgeous, even when you’re crying”

💝 = “We should carve our names into each other”

🍎 = “I did all of this for you, baby!”

🌺 = “You do love me… right?”

🎀 = “I told you, I’d keep my promise. No matter what…”

🍙 = “You’re just so much safer with me”

🍑 = “Please tell me what I can do for you. Please, I want to be perfect for you”

🍰 = “Please be good for me. I don’t want to hurt you”

🍪 = “Don’t cry, baby. I know, I know. You can’t move and you can’t speak, it’s just a side affect of the drug”

🍥 = “Me? Stalking you? I’m just keeping you safe, baby!”

🍇 = “Don’t worry, darling. You’ll only feel a small pinch”

🥝 = “It’s for your own safety, I promise. You’ll realize that one day”

💮 = “Just- please- give me a chance!”

🍊= “But, I bought it just for you, baby”

❄️ = “Shh, be quiet, love. The neighbors might hear you and I don’t want to gag you again”

🍩 = “Please, stop fussing. I’m just trying to give you a bath”

🌻 = “Don’t let go of my hand. Don’t run off, and make sure everyone knows your mine”

💎 = “Do you like it, baby? It reminded me of you!”

♡ NSFW Prompts ♡

✨ = “Keep moaning for me”

🦋 = “You look so pretty like this. Covered in my cum”

🍡 = “Don’t worry, baby. I won’t show these photos to anyone, these are for me only”

🍉 = “Every time you say that I get so horny”

🐞 = “This lingerie looks really good on you, baby”

🧃 =  “Please. Please let me taste you. I’ll make you feel good, I’ll promise!”

🎂 = “Shhh. Go back to sleep, baby. I just wanted to feel you really quick”

🌊 = “You’re being so good for me. So obedient. You deserve a reward”

🍫 = “I’m aching for you”

🍣 = “Oh, look at the mess you’re making. It’s alright, though, darling. You do look beautiful so fucked out”

🍧 = “Were you looking for a punishment?”

💞 = “Let them watch if they want. Let’s show them that you’re mine. All mine” 🍋 = “Too big? Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I’ll make it fit”

🔆 = “Why do you need underwear? It’s just you and me”

🍚 = “Let’s see how much I can make you squirt”

☘️ = “If you were really mine, you’d let me mark you in public”

Drabbles (dark! marvel characters)

This is a bunch of drabbles, all of them have dark themes and are absolutely not made for minors. Please be sure you read any single warning before the actualy reading. Hope you enjoy. <3

Controlling (dark! steve rogers):

Summary: Steve Rogers is your man and he doesn't like his girl's dress.

Controlling (Dark! Steve Rogers)

Summary: Steve Rogers is your man and he doesn't like his girl's dress.

Warnings: toxic relationship, manipulation, coercion, misoginy, no dressing freedom. Please if you do not feel comfortable with dark themes, do not read. This character does not belong to me. Minors do NOT read. This character or any character at all doesn not belong to me, but to its own owner and creator.

"Where… where do you think you're going?" You looked at his confused and frowning look, and you on the other hand simply thought that he had forgotten about your outing with your friends. You hadn't seen them in too long. "Don't you remember? I told you that I'm going out to see my friends for a while, love, it's been a long time since I've been with them." a sweet smile and a few words like reminder were more than enough for you, but certainly not for the super soldier in front of you. His frown deepened. "I don't think it's appropriate for you to go out like this, I mean… the dress goes to mid-thigh and the neckline is too exaggerated too. I don't think it's a good idea." your bright smile started to fall slightly, but then you remembered who was in front of you. Steve was an angel compared to the men of your era, but sometimes he had certain ways… certain words to dedicate to you, which truly disgusted you.

But you didn't lose heart, you just believed that after all these years maybe it was normal to still have certain thoughts, in short, maybe he was simply trying to protect you. So you approached him, delaying your exit a little longer, only to stand on your tiptoes and plant a chaste kiss on his lips. "It's a normal dress and it's so hot, plus I'll be careful and if anything happens, which I doubt, you'll be the first to be notified." you were way too confident in believing it would work.

Her frown remained, except his tone became more stoic. His large hands wrapped around your shoulders and brought you back to your seat, inches away from your face. "No, it's not normal, it's too low-cut and revealing. I don't like this dress, nor the idea that someone could watch you for all those hours while you don't even realize how easily your skirt can be hiked up." Now your smile had completely decayed and you tried to walk away, intending to make him boil off in the same anger as him, and then you would return when he calmed down. However, his hands remained firm on your shoulders and his eyes never left yours. You were starting to feel an uneasy reaction and your heart rate increase, and from that little smile of his you thought he had noticed.

“You have two options: stay here and that dress will be taken off you anyway, or you change and you can go out with the safety rules we have established.” You wanted to open your mouth and finally give him a piece of your mind, but like every time you fell back on the second choice with a boulder on your chest. Better than having yet another torn dress to throw away.

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.

Masterlist

 Heya! This is a masterlist that is going to be updated anytime I post something. If you’d like, feel free to comment, reblog or like so that other people might see this work. Thank you. <3

Please do remember that all these works are 18+ and contains very dark themes: specific warnings will be given in every single fiction, but please be very careful. None of these characters belong to me. 

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN

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Steve Rogers

Living nightmare. 

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

No Way Out (serie). 

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.

Can’t run, can’t hide. 

Summary: you try to get away from Steve, but things don’t go as you expected.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier. 

You can’t say no. 

Summary:  you work in the Stark Tower and you enjoy your routine, until someone comes up and you catch their attention. Avoiding him won’t be enough.

Curiosity (dark! Bucky serie). 

Summary:  you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too.

Wanda Maximoff

Already mine.

Summary:  you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out.

I did it for love. 

Summary: you worked in a little shop, making cupcakes and coffee every day. Soon you meet your new client, but you don’t know what awaits you.

But I love you so. 

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

I’m your home now. 

Summary:  Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting.

Peter Parker.

Tell me pretty lies. 

Summary:  you want to leave Peter and start again. Too bad for you, he has other plans. 

Your place. 

Summary: leaving Peter is never an option. 

My Angel. 

Summary:  you always help everyone, and it seems Peter is kinda tired of it. (request)

Please, stay. 

Summary:  Peter thinks you are perfect for him, and when begging you is not enough, violence remains the only option.

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow). 

Hush Little Girl.

Summary:  you felt like someone was following you and you should’ve listened to yourself.

Project. 

Summary: Natasha is tired of your life with your partner, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

Yelena Belova. 

Some company. 

Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind. 

Some company. (Dark! Yelena Belova)

Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind. 

Warnings: soft! dark! Yelena, hints of violence, kidnapping. If you don’t like these themes or if you’re a minor please do NOT read and block this blog. I think I’m going to do a part 2 about this. 

Note: requests are open, so feel free to send them! <3 This character does not belong to me. 

"Mh, you're not that boring after all."

You've heard that voice since you woke up, but the gag on your eyes kept you from knowing who that voice belonged to and where you were. Life is funny, isn't it? You went from enjoying a simple late-night dinner with friends to arriving home safely. There you were attacked and you couldn't even see your attacker. The only thing you could feel before going into complete blackout was the pain inflicted on your body as you were violently dragged across the floor until you were knocked out. Then, you woke up with legs and arms locked, sitting up and blindfolded. At least you were thankful that you still felt the fabric of your dress on you.

Your mouth, however, had no limits, and you could have made the mistake of having proceeded with a few too many insults. It wasn't the smartest thing to do at all, but at least it had caught his attention. The only thing he did before was pinch your thighs or arms, and talk about a "job" he had to do with you. "Okay, game over. Now I'll explain something to you, and then it'll all be over and I can take my deserved rest.”

It was a female voice, albeit very sharp and stiff. You also heard the hint of a Russian accent, although that was certainly not your priority. You were more concerned with the "end". You waited for that blindfold to finally be removed and you were able to look at the woman who landed you so easily. She was blonde and she looked at you with a small cocky smile. You were ready to reject the umpteenth string of insults, but she preceded you and slapped you full face.

"No, I'm tired of your bullshit. See, you've pissed off a person who now wants you dead. You don't know what black widows are, or else you'd get something more out of that brainless little head you have. In summary, I'm the last person you'll see before you die. Any wishes?" Her smile almost softened as she saw your utterly shocked and shocked face. You? Let's say your life's paths had led you to work at a strip club as a bartender, and the only thing you'd done wrong was turn down way too many men. Otherwise, you've never done anything wrong, not a single thing.

You stayed out of certain deals because you knew the cost would be too high in the end, and you just wanted to work and your money. End. But Yelena wasn't interested in that at all, she was interested in money. She then she saw your pretty face during your shift and something just clicked. She didn't know how, but she knew that underneath that girl who was so responsible, rigid in her work and extremely punctilious was only an arrogant brat. Or at least, that's what she had thought. Judging by the string of insults she had thrown at her, she certainly hadn't changed her mind, except on one point: she really didn't want to kill you.

"Let's make a deal. Let's say I don't feel like killing you right now, and I might know ways to make the person who wants you dead think you're actually dead. For example, I could kill him myself… but that could really cost you." so much. Would you like to take this big step, mh?" her smile began to make you sick. You desperately wanted to say no, but if you did, your life was at stake and it was assumed you would lose it. Then you automatically nodded. Yelena was happy, she almost jumped in place as she started to untie you. "Don't try anything, you know  damn well I can hit very hard. I was so eager for company, how about we start getting to know each other better?" No, that wasn't going to lead to anything good. You would only know at the end if your life was worth this.

Already mine. (Dark! Wanda/Scarlet Witch)

Summary: you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out. 

Warnings: implied past and future non-con, explicit violence, implied murder, mind control, jealosy, obsession and delusional behaviour. Do not read this if you’re a minor and you’re not 18+. Also if you’re not comfortable with these dark themes, block my account and the tags please. 

Note: I just started this blog a few days ago after a long time thinking about it. Aand yup, here I am. Please let me know what you think. <3

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You smiled even though desperation was still the predator of your body. You had succeeded, somehow you had managed to break out of control. You dropped the plate with the perfectly composed food, finally looking around.

The house in which you were imprisoned for so many years, always playing the same role. Prepare the food, be a good girl, her good treasure. You sobbed feeling the tears of happiness run down your face. How many times you screamed trying to make yourself heard but only the most splendid of your smiles came out of your face.

You were completely under her control when she realized she could never have you. Your heart belonged to another person and you still didn’t know if she left him alive, but you knew you would die if she killed him.

With a shaking sigh and hands you could barely control, you took off that hideous green apron she loved to see you wearing and started heading for the door. 

You have abandoned the kitchen, the dishes and the recipe book that you knew by heart for all these years.

That was your routine and the morning wasn’t that bad because she wasn’t home. But oh, the evening was your nightmare. No matter how much she could control your mind, she had never been able to get this deep, and she could feel it. You knew she saw your suffering, your despair, but she ignored it. She looked at you with the sweetest of smiles and approached, kissing your head and placing her delicate hands on your hips.

You stood still but your terrified gaze went to her hands which turned red and threatened to inflict the worst of pains on you. 

You knew Wanda would never mind hurting you, she already had. But oh, that was for your own good.

You were supposed to leave your boyfriend for your own sake, he wasn’t that good to you, you deserved more. She worshiped you but demanded that you do it too, and she forced you to do it: you cooked her favorite dishes, always slept next to her, obeyed whatever she said.

Sometimes, when you were quiet and not mentally screaming, she would also let you wander for a few hours without mentally controlling you. And it was so good, damn good. 

You had learned over time to get used to it, even to thank her. But you never learned to control your thoughts, and that was your big mistake.

You’ve been planning for months to find a way to get out of her control. You noticed tiny details, you knew you could do something, but you couldn’t think about it, not with her. You had missed something though and she had picked it up.

When you approached the door you saw a red glow from the crack. You froze in your footsteps with a steady breath in your throat, then slowly walked away.

“W-Wanda?” you asked faintly, almost whispering. The door swung open and the handle flew away. You bent down to be able to dodge it, permanently losing your balance and ending up on the ground. You saw her face: disappointment, bitterness and anger. So much anger. She wanted to hurt you, she had made it clear by the lack of any sarcastic grin or a hint of pain.

She had only come to do you the worst harm you could bear. You let the scream stuck in your throat have a chance to get out, then back off and get back on your feet.

You had to run, it didn’t matter if you didn’t have a chance, you had to run. It was your survival instinct, and you knew that even if you gave up, she would put you through hell. Tears completely obscured your vision and sobs made your body tremble completely.

You heard no footsteps, just a red glow chasing you wherever you went. You managed to get to the stairs and start climbing them quickly, two by two. Then you felt something grab your ankle, followed by a sickening noise and unspeakable pain in your ankle.

The strong push back made you fall with your chin on the step and you could only cry in pain. You touched your deeply split lip and started crying desperately, knowing that any words would be useless.

At that point, the glow disappeared and she stepped forward. Her expression was livid. She grabbed you roughly by the hair, ignoring your protests and yelps of pain.

“Please–” you couldn’t speak, it hurt so much. You could feel the blood running down her chin and the desperate tears falling on the bloodstained stairs, mingling with it.

“I thought you learned, didn’t you? I thought you finally learned something, you ungrateful little one!” she let go of her hair only when she finished screaming in your face, banging your head against the wall. You yelp in pain again, not even having time to hold your head and ease the pain.

You wanted desperately to beg her but she didn’t give you time. She bent to your level and took your cheeks with one hand, so much to dig them out and nail her nails into your flesh.

“She was right. I can’t really make you love me if he’s not dead. I had to listen to Natasha and not let my heart listen to you instead.” she kept ranting, and if it had been a mere avalanche of insults you might as well have tried to dissociate yourself from that horrible moment.

Instead, your eyes widened and your yelps of pain stopped. You looked at her, just looked at her with pleading eyes and a desperation that almost made Wanda jump. No, you didn’t know, she was there.

At that moment you were hoping that she could really change something, she could find in her heart the strength to understand that she was making a monstrosity.

“You… look at yourself.” she taunted you and you found it amusing, that she had your same pain painted on her face. 

“You’re in love with him, still. 3 years and you still have hope of seeing him, you- you didn’t just save his life, you were waiting for him. You didn’t want to go on, you just wanted to put him on standby.”

Her pained expression was replaced with a stony, heartless one. But something you saw in her eyes was pure obsession. You only now realized your mistake: Wanda hated any connection with the outside world, even if thought of. It didn’t matter if it was the simple cafe next door or the nice gentleman who sometimes played a game of cards with you, no, she hated it.

How could she not hate that your heart belonged to someone else?

“Please Wanda… please, I beg you I will change, I’ll be better. I will, yes, I will be completely yours.” you pleaded, climbing onto her lap and approaching her face. You even tried to move to give her a kiss and she, despite the still iron grip on her cheeks, allowed it.

She slowly kissed back and when you pulled away you could see the blood staining her pale lips. She then she smiled at you softly, letting go of the painful grip.

“You are already mine, my love. But you must understand it well… and to do that, there must be no distractions.”

Before you could even retort her eyes were already lighting up with that blood red you feared so much and the person you feared most in the world appeared: Scarlet Witch. She stood up again and without giving you a chance to move, she used her magic to drag you into the bedroom you have in common.

She locked you up without even looking at you one last time, only announcing that she would be back later and that you would have exemplary punishment. That night you could only stay on the floor, refusing to stay in the bed where she had violated you so many times that you lost count.

You had lost everything now.

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.”

Curiosity. (Dark! Bucky Barnes Masterlist)

Summary: you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too. 

Warnings: there are going to be a lot of dark themes, and the major ones are noncon, kidnapping, angst and torture. If you do not feel comfortable with these themes, please DO NOT read. Also minors are not welcome at all. Every chapter is going to have its warnings. 

Chapter 1. 

Curiosity. (Dark! Bucky Barnes)

Summary: you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too.

Note: part 1 of series. I don’t know if this going to be a long story or a short one, so let’s see. Any feedback is always welcome, also it lets me know if you enjoy this or not. <3 Also, requests are open but unfortunately I am very slow, so please be patient about it. :(

Warnings: for now, none, except a little bit of fear and being nervous, and little hints of violence. But the following chapters are going to be dark, such as noncon, so please do NOT read this if you’re a minor or simply don’t like this stuff. This character doesn’t belong to me, at all.

You continued to run undaunted, ignoring the pain that the broken glass brought you to the micro wounds . You just wanted to run away and never come back, maybe start a new life, bear a new name. You would have even given your soul never to see him again. Maybe fate wasn't on your side. It was all your curiosity's fault. You were a simple employee in Stark Tower, nothing special. Indeed, your rank was quite low but the hierarchy of tasks was definitely disgusting, even if it was extremely clear: in short, it often happened that many gave you tasks that in reality were not yours. Initially you were happy and brilliant for the job offered, but your colleagues made you forget all the initial enthusiasm, except for one. She was a woman, your age, and worked just as hard as you. Until you saw it slowly deteriorate. They were small details, from dark circles that indicated he wasn't sleeping well to little nicks here and there. Soon she started ignoring you and when you finally asked her why, after several attempts to contact her (you even ended up waiting outside her house), she just told you that she wanted to protect you. He didn't want to throw you into "that chilling story". You just scowled as she practically slammed the door in your face. You knew things were going to get worse, and it almost didn't surprise you when she took a week off work. Little did you know how much his company, or rather lack of him, affected you until that specific week. Did you perhaps have a crush on her? No, you were just worried. Actually, you were terrified. She was always a very rigid and strict woman about her work, of higher rank than yours: she had to deal with much more confidential files, and all because of her work done impeccably. You only started to stop envying his position when you decided to rummage through his things in the office. It wasn't complicated, his colleagues couldn't help but give a shit about his office or the very lack thereof. It wasn't even enough for you to use the excuse you'd been thinking about for a week, you directly entered the room without meeting anyone. Since then you've checked every file, document, anything that might seem useful. Strange to say, but you knew very well that there weren't any cameras in the offices at all, you just had to take care of leaving everything as it was. You huffed nervously, putting all those papers back. They were documents relating to the little falling out between Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, not to mention everyone else. But the protagonist, oh, he was: James Buchanan Barnes. You honestly remembered him more as the Winter Soldier and were all too glad we hadn't seen him as a whole yet. You were grateful to all these people, sure, but you were never a brave adventurer seeking such companionship. Heroes, nothing like you. It was simple and logical, so why, when you found that suspicious video on your desktop as soon as you turned it on, did you decide to play it anyway? You were still in time. Walk away, close the door behind you and no one would notice anything. But no, you wanted to know at all costs what was in the video. You wanted to know what had driven your friend to such a desperate state. Your hands shook and sweated slightly as the video loaded, then there were scenes. You've been staring at the action sequences. It wasn't just one video, it was a collection of work from one person you'd recognize anywhere: The Winter Soldier. There were various people, many people and many different contexts. But the ending was the same: he survived, the others died. Now, you knew what his story was and how no one had ever thought that he really wanted to kill those people. But if the thought of being near that man scared you before, now it terrified you. You experienced such a pure feeling when you heard footsteps approaching. It could have been any of the employees and they could have headed to their office, so you didn't panic too much. You've decided to leave the document exactly where you found it and then start rummaging around your desk. You had to fill out a form, that would have been your excuse.

None of the others gave a shit about you and your job anyway. You kept your arms tightly behind your back and he squinted at your attempt. It was as if he read you like a book, as if he knew you had seen it all. And you on the other hand, were dying inside. You felt your heart pounding and sweat pooling on your hands as your brain processed every possible insult. Were you really meddling in all this? If you really had a crush on your co-worker or something, you should have at least come out afterward. It was the least for what you were getting yourself into, or so you thought. Maybe you had turned reality upside down and were blaming him he didn't deserve. Maybe you were the monster. Bucky chuckled almost softly and awkwardly, he even seemed embarrassed in your presence. "I don't want to disturb you, but Nora hasn't been able to give me any answers." You felt saliva dry on your mouth and did everything you could to maintain your posture. Now you really had gotten yourself into a mess, and you weren't sure you'd get out of it. "Well, this isn't my office, but I can do my best." What have you done?

I’m your home now. (Dark! Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting. 

Warnings: past abuse, abusive house, non-consent kissing, manipulation, mind control, civil war Wanda.. This is +18 only and minors are not welcome, also if you do not enjoy this kind of themes do NOT read. This character doesn’t belong to me. 

Words: 1.1k. 

Note: feedbacks are always welcome. <3 Also, I recently watched Moon Knight, and that serie is fire. Loved it. 

"Wanda, please-" "No, why should you be afraid? I saved you. You owe me everything." she ground her teeth as her eyes were framed in red by her crying. She'd cried, because she'd finally realized that her twisted fantasy of her where you're together could never work. It was some time ago: you lived with your abusive relatives, and there was a bruise every day, a new story to tell. But you had no one to tell all these things to, until you made friends with Wanda. She started with a simple coffee. There was a cake shop, and oh how you loved it, you went there whenever things were particularly bad. And one day they went too badly, to the point that you left the house with a black eye clearly visible. It didn't matter to you, you just wanted a safe place, you wanted your usual little corner with your smartphone while pretending to have a normal life. One that you enjoyed living. Wanda slowly insinuated herself into your life, until she suddenly asked you to help you permanently. She offered you a place to stay, and normally you would never have accepted it so quickly. Yet you still remember that moment: pure confusion, it was as if someone else was pronouncing those words for you. You said a quick, frantic, frightened yes, but it didn't sound like you. From then everything went uphill, she helped you but she didn't ask for anything in return. Not even when you've been insisting every single day on getting a job so you can find your own new place and get out of the way. Those were sore points for Wanda, she hid it all too well but her icy looks said it all. And then all of a sudden you changed your mind: your mind was processing a series of ideas and plans, and the next second it was completely addicted to the thought of having someone to be with. The idea of a relationship with Wanda never crossed your mind. There was something that seemed to click in your head on top of so many other things, but this was the only one you could resist. Yet you had no way of doubting Wanda, the only thing she ever did was to help you. Right? While Wanda was away the internet was a great way to distract yourself and pass the time. You scrolled through a screen that didn't really interest you at first glance, but before deleting it completely, you clicked the appropriate button to cancel the operation. You swore you saw Wanda on the cover of the article, which prompted you to check. And that was it. Your eyes started going to every single written word, and you didn't believe a single one of them. Then, at the end of the page, you saw a video. There were red flashes and you didn't understand what the heck it was. You clicked play without even thinking about it, and just stood there watching the whole building go up in flames and general commotion. It couldn't possibly be a fake. Now, you weren't particularly fond of tv or social media, you had very bad experiences with those channels. But that, oh... that was another course. You scrolled through other articles, reading them one by one. Your heart was pounding. You weren't sure Wanda had done it on purpose, but now you finally understood the reason for your many strange behaviors. It wasn't you, just. It was her. Without thinking twice you started taking everything you need. It was only a matter of time before she got home, she promised you she'd be back with your favorite donuts. For now, you didn't know where to go or what to do, but you knew you didn't want to face it. You just wanted time to process and process, time was all you asked for. But you were not granted that favor. Wanda caught you red-handed packing a bag with all your stuff, and she looked at you in betrayal. "What are you doing honey?" you furrowed your eyebrows. She never called you that, you couldn't stand nicknames. "Wanda, I… thank you for having me and for taking care of me, but it's time for me to go." you tried not to shake your voice, failing miserably. She grinned a little in amusement, placing the treats on her desk next to her. "Are you scared, why would you be scared of me now, hm? I saved you, remember? Where could you go, back home?" that part hurt. Her mocking tone was clearly picked up by you, so you got defensive. You did what you could, at least. "I don't know where I'm going and it's none of your business. I have to go." you firmly said, but that didn't seem to convince her at all. In fact, beyond her little grin of amusement, there was also a hint of anger. There was silence for a few seconds before the phone vibrated. Damn youtube. You swallowed nervously, praying she wouldn't be interested in the smartphone. But, as if she read her thoughts in you, she walked over undaunted. You tried to push her away in an attempt not to give away what you knew, but she backfired on you. She used her powers on you, pinning you to that same desk. You watched in sheer terror as her eyes lit up red and looked at you with such contempt. You stayed there despite your desperate attempts, while Wanda decided to scroll through the history. There was no good news for you afterwards. "Oh, I see… I rescued you from that filthy squatter hole you called home, and now just for this little detail you choose to run away from me." she almost she growled as she tried to calm down, but that effort was short lived. She disintegrated the smartphone right in front of you before approaching your immobilized body with quick steps. Your eyes were now full of tears and you felt paralyzed. "You owe me your life. You are mine, you will stay here and you will do what I say. I chose you from before meeting you in that place and I have stopped seeing new bruises that have been badly hidden for some time. You made wrong choices and now you don't trust me, the only person who cares." Her words only made you cry, because you knew she was right. This made her soften, and you slowly felt the hold of her powers undoing your body. You sobbed desperately as you reluctantly let her stroke your hair and kiss your tear-stained cheeks. "I'll take care of you love, don't worry. I even took care of them, now you really won't have to fear anything. You'll always be by my side, you'll see." You were undecided if you were terrified by the news of that moment or by the kiss she gave you immediately after. What you knew was that there was no running away from her, not anymore.

And so let Wanda be. Fiction incoming. 🏵️