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camp counselor!wanda x reader
word count: 6k
warnings: homophobia and homophobic slurs, conversion therapy, manipulation, gaslighting, references to drug use, unhealthy power dynamics (so rape), noncon to dubcon, cunnilingus, degrading, fingering, nipple play, size kink, general mean Wanda
a/n: me? posting blasphemous content on Easter Sunday? I would never
It looked harmless enough. You weren’t sure what you had been anticipating, mostly because you had been trying to keep your mind off of the unavoidable destination, but it certainly wasn’t the depressing place you had expected. No, they were smart enough to keep that reality away from the parents that dropped their ‘troubled’ children off. If anything, it looked like the kind of summer camp that a lot of your friends would be enjoying about that time.
There wasn’t a church for one thing. In its place was what appeared to be a ranch style house that had kept its traditional family features such as the pair of rocking chairs on the porch and the maintained flowerbed around the borders. On either side of the building, closing in the driveway, were several other intimate buildings that created the impression of a community style living. They were all decorated with various posters about god’s love and acceptance that you guessed you were going to be hearing a lot about during your stay.
Your mother got out of the car first as a man who looked like he was still being dressed by his own mum jogged over from the main house to greet you both. You clenched your grip on your bag strap before deciding to face the music and follow her lead, still examining the area sceptically as your mother and the man introduced themselves. Your mother failed to deliver the same excitement the blonde did, but she attempted to force it nonetheless while your hosts laughed easily at something she had said.
You weren’t listening to either of them as you retrieved your other bag from the boot of the car, not expecting the man to walk around the other side to greet you. “Y/n!” He said like you were an old friend. “I’m Reverend Vision but you can call me Rev Vis.” You most certainly weren’t going to be doing that. “We’re so happy to have you here, let me give you the grand tour of our home,” he beckoned. You trailed behind them.
“Do you live on site?” Your mother asked.
“Oh yes, me and the Mrs. We love our work,” he drowned on and began guiding you through the various rooms of the two buildings either side of his house. The more you learnt about the place, the more you began to dread your stay. There were ‘entertainment’ rooms that were filled with musical instruments and religious books and music. A canteen area fueled by the kitchen in which all of the students were to prepare every meal. A prayer room that was deserted at that time. Finally, the dorms.
Vision wasted no time in searching through your bags for anything that could “interfere with your journey” and came up empty handed, much to his well hidden disappointment. Your mother didn’t seem to notice it, too focused on the contents that came out of your bag, but you saw the flicker of his brow when he declared you were all good and began explaining the long lists of rules that you had no intention of memorising.
“And we do not allow any kind of sexual acts, with yourself or others,” he said lightly. Your mother shifted uncomfortably and you nodded. You had no intention of being caught by him with your hands down your pants when he did his checks during the night. You didn’t anticipate being there long because you were fully prepared to fake your conversion to heterosexuality. How hard could it be? Besides, you dreaded to think how much your parents were paying the capm under the illusion that they could somehow change you. You had to find it humorous, otherwise it would really fucking hurt.
It still did when you watched your family car disappear past the camp gates and into the dense tree line. You sighed, resting your head gently against the cool glass of your window and took in the camp in its entirety. It was a waste of beautiful land, you concluded as you examined where the large field met the changing trees. There were a couple guys in the camp uniform playing football on the grass while a cluster of girls sat to the side cheering them on. Apparently you had caught the end of the game, because Vision appeared on the edge of the grass and called them back inside, most likely to prepare for dinner.
“Y/n,” a voice behind you called. You spun around at the unexpected caller just as she opened her arms and enveloped you in a tight hug that took you wholly by surprise.
“Hi?” You greeted as a question, making the older woman chuckle as she held you before pulling away and keeping her soft hands on your arms as she took you in and allowed you to do the same. Holy fuck she was beautiful. Her striking emerald eyes bore straight through your own and somehow had the ability to make you feel entirely exposed, as though it would be futile to ever conceal anything from her, including your undeniable attraction to her. In contrast, her smile was soft and polite as she gazed at you in a friendly fondness you would with someone you haven't seen in a long time. There was something noticeably comforting in it and the way she carried an entirely put together personar that you wanted a peek beneath. Metaphorically of course… but also literally.
“I’m Wanda, Vision’s wife.” Rev Vis was punching way above his weight. This woman’s voice was even hot. Maybe pretending to be straight would be harder than you thought.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled and glanced away awkwardly, finding her impossible to maintain eye contact with. She didn’t seem to care as she hooked her finger under your chin and turned your head to keep your attention on her.
“I have every faith you’re going to do so well here, sweetheart,” she told you fondly then dropped her hand and took a respectful step back. Right, gotta leave room for jesus. “Your roommate will be back soon then you too should head down for supper,” she instructed as she headed for the door.
“Okay,” you nodded and pretended to unpack your bags.
“See you later, honey,” she said before disappearing. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding and collapsed onto your bed.
*
Your first day dragged by painstakingly slowly. Between meals, you attended bible study taught by Vision who gave you his extra attention as it was your first time there. He asked you to compare your own relationship with god to that which he was teaching, expecting an answer in front of all the other students who had been through the same ordeal and spotted your lies as well as Vision did. Apparently everyone did the same when they started at the camp.
You had kitchen duty in the morning and garden duty in the afternoon (which was probably the least crap one) before you had to sit down for what felt like hours to listen to Vision sing about god on a guitar he didn’t know how to tune properly. During every interaction you had with him, all you could think about was how he had ended up with a woman like Wanda. Had they been high school sweethearts? Had their parents pushed them together? Did he have some kind of twisted blackmail over her? They were the only three explanations that made any sense to you but you weren’t about to ask any of the other students for their input.
As it turned out, your daily routine was also going to include a one on one session with the older woman which should have been something to act as a silver lining in your stay, but it was the most challenging aspect of all.
“When did your desire for women begin?” She asked after some small talk.
“I’m not sure,” you lied in an effort to buy yourself some time to think of a good response. She smiled at you softly.
“You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to god,” she informed lightly.
“A couple years ago,” you replied honestly. This seemed to please her.
“And how did it manifest?” She sounded genuinely curious to know, lulling you into being unexpectedly open with her. It wasn’t as though you had anyone else to talk about that stuff with.
“There was a girl in my class that I thought was pretty,” you told her as you recalled your first real crush. “I felt more when she smiled at me than I did when I kissed a boy.” Wanda smiled as though she could see the purity of your memory as well as you could. Except to her, it wasn’t so innocent.
“The devil likes to work his way into places we could never expect,” she told you and your smile dropped. “Especially when we’re naive,” she added. It sounded as though she didn’t hold anything against you and she wholly believed you had been seduced by the devil himself and that it was impossible for there to be any other explanation.
“I was seventeen,” you reasoned. “I wasn’t naive.” Wanda liked the challenge you gave her. That whisper of a promised defiance gave her a thrill she knew to keep a cap unless she was required to use it. She would do anything for her beloved students to guide them back on the right path, especially one that wore the face of morality so well.
“And what do you mean by that?” Wanda enquired.
“I knew- I know what desire and attraction feel like,” you told her without looking her in those expectant eyes that unknowingly glimmered at your revelation.
“Lust,” Wanda said simply. “One of the hardest sins to resist when it affects one so physically.”
“Surely it can’t be bad if it’s natural,” you pointed out. That was not the response the brunette wanted to hear.
“It is not natural,” Wanda said so quickly that she had to take a moment to recollect herself as you looked at her with shock as you took in that momentary crack in her exterior. It was interesting to watch and you wondered why it had hit a nerve. Surely you weren’t the only one to come into her office and state the fact.
“Y/n,” she called slowly. “If lust comes to you while you are here, you must come and tell me,” she told you seriously. Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t be doing that. You agreed obediently anyway.
“Good,” she smiled again. “Now, is there anyone you currently feel ungodly towards?”
“The same girl,” you admitted sheepishly. Yes, you had had a variety of other minor crushes in the past couple years, but she always managed to fill you with that teasing anxiety that never fully manifested when she said hi to you.
Wanda raised her brows indiscreetly. “I hope you will soon be able to give that same loyalty to god,” she said. You didn’t give her a response, unsure of what to say when you had no intention of doing such a thing. “In time,” she added when she saw your hesitation.
“Maybe,” you muttered, meeting her half way. “Won’t he love me regardless?” You painted the question with an air of innocence that anyone else would have fallen for. But Wanda saw beyond that and knew you used the faux front purely to challenge her again. She was impressed.
“Of course,” she told you gently. “Always.”
*
You thought you were being subtle with the way you kept glancing over at the couple. It was breakfast time so there was a general murmur of conversation that you didn’t feel particularly pressed to join in with. All it did was teach you to avoid sitting with the group you had found yourself with again because they seemed to be the only students there who were actively participating in the conversion with the belief it would ‘fix them’. You pitied them in a way, but not enough to interfere with their ramblings about their opposite sex celebrity crushes.
Wanda caught your eye on one of the many times you had peered over. Vision was talking to her but apparently she was as distracted from her company as you were, more fixed on returning your gaze. The corner of her lip twitched when you realised you’d been caught and you swiftly looked away to stare down at your cereal, actively keeping your wandering gaze on the other side of the room for the rest of the meal.
*
“So what did you do to end up here?” A curly haired boy asked as he strolled into the kitchen you occupied alone. He was swinging a tea towel in his hands as he joined you and started on drying the washing up you had started.
“Got caught making out with the pastor’s daughter,” you said stoically.
“You’re fucking with me,” he grinned and your composure cracked.
“Yeah, but it’s much cooler than the truth,” you told him honestly as he jumped up onto the counter.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. My grandma walked in on me with my dick down my best friend’s ass,” he told you and you couldn’t stop the laugh that rose promptly. You grinned at the boy next to you in disbelief, thankful that your own luck wasn’t that bad. “Your turn,” he prompted.
“I told my best friend that I like girls. She told my parents,” you said humorously, as though it didn’t hurt like a bitch just to remember.
“I think I have better mates than you,” he concluded. You didn’t argue with that. “I’m James.”
“Y/n,” you replied. “How long have you been here?”
“Four months.”
“What?” You splashed some water over the floor when your hand slipped in shock and James yelped when some drops hit him then started chuckling at the look you were giving him.
“What? Did you think it was only going to last a couple weeks?”
“Kinda, yeah,” you muttered as you returned your attention to your chore. “Do you think you’ll be out soon?”
“Nah, they know I’m bullshitting them. We all are, of course, but some of them can trick themselves into believing it, which is good enough for Vision.”
“Yeah, I know Wanda sees right through me,” you told him. “Which by the way, that makes no sense right?”
“I reckon he’s holding her family captive,” James stated simply. You laughed with him easily, glad you had found someone like minded to you. “Hey, do you wanna get high?”
*
The nimble threads at the bottom of your uniformed cardigan were multiplying as your stay at the camp went by. Your fingers frequently found their way to them when you were uncomfortable, which was more often than not, and pulled at the finer threads until you unintentionally collected a small bundle in the palm of your hands that you had to hide. Vision never commented on it, but Wanda did, telling you that it represented your impulse to repress your femininity or some bullshit like that.
You left the threads alone and laced your hands together in your lap when she gave you a pointed look from her office chair and you muttered an apology.
“I’ve noticed you and James have become quite close,” she commented. “I must admit I was hoping you would find better company in some of the other students here. James doesn’t provide the best example to follow,” she told you.
“We’re just friends,” you shrugged, slightly irked that the older woman had a problem with the one refuge you had been able to find in the camp.
“Are you friends with anyone else here?” She questioned, not yet providing you the warm smile she offered every time you stepped into her office or saw her in general. She didn’t look happy that day. She looked troubled but you didn’t believe that was solely down to your decision to spend time with James.
“Not yet,” you told her even though you weren’t planning on expanding your social circle. Though if it was only two people it must be more of a line. Still, adding that unfulfilled optimism was meant to appease Wanda. You should have expected her to see it for what it really was.
“What do you and James talk about?” She wasn’t going to let it go.
“Our lives, I guess,” you shrugged.
“Your experiences,” Wanda said for you. You knew there was no point in denying that when your glance towards her told her all she needed to know.
“Sometimes.”
“You should only discuss those topics with myself or Vision, otherwise you may end up having those experiences affirmed and encouraged,” she explained pointedly. You nodded uncomfortably as your fingers found their ways to your threads again only to snap back in place when you felt Wanda’s eyes momentarily burn into you. Something was very different with her. “So tell me what you discussed,” she pushed.
“I told him how much I dislike kissing boys,” you told her matter of factly as you tried to suppress your rising irritation. Maybe it was her job, but you hated her need to know everything you and James did.
“And you want to kiss girls instead?”
“I want to do a lot of things with them,” you laid on the innocence thick, playing your role as the good christian who was simply admitting to how she had been led astray and just wanted to atone for her sins. As always, Wanda saw through your facade though that time it made her tick. You knew exactly what you were doing, you just had no idea the effect it was having on the older woman. You had no idea that your insistence on pretending to be good while knowing you were bad stirred something in her that she wasn’t supposed to feel. You were pushing those sinful desires that had infiltrated your mind right into her own and she wouldn’t allow it.
“That’s all for today,” she declared without giving a response to your statement. It hadn’t even been your full session time, maybe more like half of it.
“Okay,” you said slowly as you stood up.
“I suggest you spend the rest of your evening with your roommate today,” she told you as you lingered in the doorway.
“Right, bye,” you bid awkwardly, frowning to yourself as you walked away.
The moment the door closed Wanda sighed heavily and leant back in her chair, catching sight of the framed photo of herself and Vision when they went on a hiking holiday in Colorado. The both beamed at the camera as they held each other close, though Wanda’s love for her husband had been as dim as it was in the present. But it was what god wanted. What god certainly didn’t want was for Wanda to allow her mind to wander to you in the way it had during that session when you had been taunting her with that faux naivety that everyone else seemed to fall for.
She had such hope for you when she first met you. But the images you had put in her head of her hand disappearing beneath your skirt as her lips clashed with yours, pinning you down to that very couch you perched on, that was something that could not be allowed to flourish, no matter how it made her throb between her legs. Wanda forced herself to stare at her husband’s image and remember when he used to make her feel that way, but those memories of his breathless features beneath her were replaced with your own and suddenly she couldn’t help but ponder what your sweet moans would sound like next to her ear as her fingers dipped inside-
“Lord help me,” Wanda called, but he never came.
*
You and Wanda both faced your own new challenges as the weeks went by. For you, your only refuge was gone. James had been sent back home randomly one night after an incident that no one would discuss with you. You had written your numbers on pieces of paper before that night, but it had disappeared as mysteriously as James had and gave you an equally chilling feeling. You had no idea what was going to happen to him when he arrived home without the results he had been sent away to achieve. Would they send him somewhere else? Somewhere worse? The only thing you could do was try not to end up like him.
Unfortunately, Wanda knew that nothing had changed within you. You continued to try and fool her with your illusion of innocence, reciting what Vision had taught you, socialising with the committed students and answering her questions in the way she wanted to hear rather than the truth. Little did you know that your efforts to quicken your release from the camp were futile, because Wanda simply didn’t want you gone yet. You were fighting a losing battle, just as she was.
As much as she despised to acknowledge it, the brunette fought her own desires as much as you did. It made her hate how much she was drawn to you. It made her ashamed of the acts she envisaged herself performing with you and how she just knew in her heart that you would so willingly part your legs for her. She wasn’t blind to your attraction to her, she had encountered it enough in her career to see it a mile away, no matter how discreet you thought you were being.
“I think I’m getting better,” you lied as you peered at Wanda cautiously.
“And what makes you say that?” The older woman inquired, humouring your plain fib.
“I don’t think about girls,” you said as you willed yourself not to look at Wanda’s long legs that were crossed eloquently.
“What do you think about?” You hadn’t been prepared for that.
“God?” Wrong. Obviously wrong. Wanda hummed and you knew that meant she didn’t buy it.
“Y/n, I want you to start being more honest with me.” You froze and didn’t dare look her in the eye. “I’m aware that you’re not progressing, so I think we should try something new. Just you and me.” You frowned and risked looking up to the confident woman, not having a clue of the excitement that manifested so secretly. “Are you familiar with penance?” You were, yet you had no idea where Wanda was going with it.
“There are many different forms. Some fast, some pray, some confess, but as we practise most of that here anyway, I want to try something else,” Wanda explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered over to the desk in the corner of her office. You heard her rummaging around in the draws as a feeling of unease began to emerge in your chest. Rightfully so, because when Wanda turned back around, she held a riding crop firmly in her grasp.
“Stand up,” she instructed and you quickly did so as you eyed the tool in her hands. “Usually you would do this yourself, but I don’t believe you’re capable,” she explained lightly. “Hold out your hand.”
“Wanda,” you said as you kept your hand glued to your side. “I don’t want to.” Her features were deceivingly gentle as she listened to you.
“I don’t want to do this to you either, sweetheart. It’s just the only solution. So hold out your hand,” she repeated, gripping the crop so tight you could hear the leather stretch in her grasp. It unsettled you greatly.
“But it will hurt,” you objected, eyes wide. Wanda could have laughed at how oblivious you were to her intentions.
“It’s meant to,” she said simply and grabbed your wrist with a force that completely paralleled the softness of her tone.
“Wanda-” you tried to yank your hand back but you weren’t as strong as the brunette who only had to hold you with one hand while the other brought the crop down hard.
You cried out but Wanda used her grip on you to pull you flush against her chest, her features having turned ice cold. Her lips formed a straight line and her eyes pierced through your own with a sharpness that was usually dulled. The next words she uttered were void of that nurturing faith she used with everyone else and were replaced with something much darker. “If you keep struggling I’ll bend you over that desk and whip your ass instead.” You trembled against her, trying to decipher what your best bet was. When you took too long to decide, Wanda reached around and groped your ass, digging the crop in as she did so as though to make sure you knew she was serious. Your breath hitched as you found yourself completely trapped against the woman that squeezed you through your skirt. You whimpered, riling her up more until you nodded.
“Good,” Wanda exhaled, calming the heat she was struck with at the sight of your fearful eyes. “With every strike, you’re going to confess something you’ve lied about to me.” There were so many lies to choose from that when the first strike came, you struggled to pick one out. “Confess,” Wanda demanded, all of her patience suddenly absent.
“I don’t like boys, I like girls,” you admitted in a rush, refusing to look at Wanda or your burning hand that she struck again. “I’m not doing the work,” you continued. Wanda remained dissatisfied, striking your raw palm again and again as you admitted to your lies, none of which being what Wanda wanted to hear.
“I touch myself!” That was what she was looking for.
“Look at me,” Wanda instructed, examining the tear streaks down your cheeks as you whimpered. It was clear you were trying to appear strong and indifferent, but it was quickly becoming too much. The older woman cooed at you as dropped the crop to the couch behind you and took a hold of your inflamed hand, rubbing the abused hand with a tenderness that only made it burn more.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her smile had grown sinister and you realised you were nowhere near done. “What thoughts do you touch yourself to?” Wanda questioned further, rubbing the most tender areas of your palm.
“Lying with a woman,” you hiccuped, hoping the harmless phrasing could somehow ease your next punishment.
“Who?” She pushed, gripping your chin roughly and forcing you to look straight ahead at her as you confessed what she already knew.
“You,” you whispered. Arousal rushed to the forefront of Wanda’s mind, and with it came anger. You weren't allowed to make her feel the way you did. She had a husband and she was a faithful Christian wife until you showed up and infected her mind with your own illness. You had to be put in your place.
In a blur, you were laying flat on the sofa you had lied continuously to Wanda on. You were barely given the chance to react before Wanda hiked her leg over your chest and straddled you with a purely feral look upon her face. You felt a strike of fear hit you, however you also weren’t blind to how attractive Wanda looked in her state of desperation. It may have been a desperation to reclaim control and to punish you for her own feelings, but it was hot nonetheless.
“You’ve been tempting me ever since you got here,” she hissed, feeling under her conservative skirt for a moment before she lifted it up around her waist. “This is your fault,” Wanda told you as you soaked in the view of her exposed pussy just inches from your face. You could smell her arousal and when she moved to lower herself onto your awaiting mouth, you eagerly grabbed at the back of her thighs until she slapped you away. “You don’t get to touch me with those filthy fingers, just let me use you.” Although you knew it was terribly wrong, you felt your own cunt heat up at her instructions. You knew that it was fucked up that the married woman wanted to get off on riding your mouth, but you wanted it so bad.
“Just like that,” Wanda sighed as you ran your tongue through her wet folds and sucked on them lightly, aiming to savour every drop and inch of her. “Put your tongue out,” she continued to demand. As soon as you did, Wanda began to vigorously grind her clit against your muscle, allowing your tastebuds to become ablaze with her as she cursed above you. You had never heard her swear before and knew she would scold anyone who muttered anything close, so knowing you could elicit such a reaction from her made your insides twist with pride.
She didn’t argue when you switched to sucking on her pulsing clit and felt it throb in your mouth. You moaned against her as her movements continued and her thighs locked around her head. It felt as though she really was using you for her own pleasure, not caring about your own or any comfort. You were the shameful bliss she was forbidden to engage with, but it felt incredible to ignore her god and use you as she wished. But she was really disobeying him, she was just teaching you a lesson. It wasn’t really sinning.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, you slut!” Wanda cried out as she became engulfed with the sensations you gave her. You had no intention of stopping as you shifted to pushing your tongue inside her. You were met by the tight squeeze of her walls and felt your own clench at the discovery she hadn’t had sex in a while. That explained why she was so sensitive too. Besides yourself, you smirked into the older woman and doubled your efforts.
It didn’t take long for Wanda to get close to the bliss she had become stranger to and you weren’t about to let her lose that. She knew her body, even after some time of depriving herself, and told you exactly what to do to get her there. “That’s it, that’s it,” she panted, head swimming as she erratically thrust herself onto her mouth and came with a sharp cry. You moaned against her, adamant on tasting your reward as Wanda trembled on top of you and eventually forced herself off when you didn’t stop. She wasn’t about to let greed overcome her.
You looked up at her with a hesitant smile that was apparently the last thing Wanda wanted to see. She glared at you and immediately lifted you up and spun you around so that you were leaning over the armrest on the sofa, not allowing you a second to object. “What-” you tried but she didn’t want to hear it.
“We’re not done,” she said without care as she lifted your own skirt over your back and yanked down your soaked underwear. She bit her lip at the sight of the wetness that stained them and threw them over to her desk for safe keeping, definitely not to sniff and use to get off later.
“Desperate whore,” she muttered to herself as she ran two fingers through your drenched lips. “You want to get fucked so bad? I’ll show you what it’s like to get fucked.” She let the threat loom over you as dipped her digits into you lightly, barely enough to stimulate you but enough for her to decipher how tight you were. Wanda groaned when she felt you clench in anticipation, desperate for any touch you would give her. At that, she let the remains of her self control slip away and thrust her fingers in at once. “So tight,” she commented as you clung onto the sofa, moaning at the feeling of her filling you up in the way you had dreamed ever since you first met the older woman.
“Wanda,” you whined when she spread her fingers out within you to push your walls.
“Shut up,” she hissed, refusing to listen to your pathetic pleas on the tip of your tongue. “Take it.” And you did. You bit into the couch to mute yourself as Wanda curled and thrust her fingers inside your wet cunt, mapping out every inch of you and pushing your body’s limits. She added a third finger without any consideration to your stifled whines.
Wanda, as she told herself, was only doing it to hurt you and punish you. You deserved it for sinning so openly in her home and for attempting to corrupt her. It wouldn’t work, she convinced herself, she wouldn’t succumb to your lust but she had to show you the right path. She had to make you ache. With that in mind, she added a fourth finger and pumped her fingers in wildly.
You cried out into the material you sunk your teeth into, feeling your pussy sting at the stretch Wanda was causing. Still, you continued to soak down to her palm. It just hurt so good. Too good for Wanda to allow, so she snuck her hand under your shirt and bra to take your nipples between her fingers and twist them cruelly. You whimpered at the unnecessary act, making Wanda grin triumphantly.
Despite the pain, it did little to distract you from the heat between your legs that was quickly growing out of control. Having stretched you out as much as she pleased, Wanda was able to thrust her fingers inside you without mercy, attacking every sensitive nerve until you became a mess on the sofa she was meant to therapise you on. “You going to cum for me, whore?” Wanda asked when she felt you twitch around her. You mumbled a yes you were lucky she heard. “You’re so pathetic like this, so weak to temptation,” she scolded you with a wicked smile you couldn’t see. “Cum for me.” That was all it took for your muscles to clench tightly around her and let go. You moaned like the whore she saw you as as you came, gripping onto the sofa for dear life as Wanda continued to ruthlessly pump her digits into your cunt.
“Too much,” you whined when she failed to stop. She didn’t listen. You came down from one orgasm and soon went tumbling into another when Wadna kept up her actions, making sure to drive her point home. You squirmed under her as your body became overstimulated but there was no room or strength for you to move away. “Please!” You begged as you bucked into her palm, unable to stop the contradicting action that served to amuse Wanda.
“So sensitive,” Wanda mused, coaxing you through another orgasm until she deemed that the message had gone through enough. You collapsed in a defeated heap as she stood up from the sofa and corrected her uniform as though you weren’t even there. You missed her taking her tainted digits into her mouth to appease her curiosity. Lord, she thought as she tasted your sweetness. She swiftly pushed away the impulse to keep you down and taste your sweetness directly from the source. She had to keep things professional after all.
“See me first thing in the morning,” she instructed, features still flushed with lingering lust. She had given into temptation and whether she liked it or not, she would indulge in you again. You weren’t going home anytime soon.
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b. barnes // 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽ℴℴ𝒹.
bucky barnes × (femme) reader.
summary: ❝to keep your small village protected from would-be attackers, presented omegas must be sacrificed to the mysterious alpha in the woods.❞
genre: ⚠ dark and adult content below. minors, dni.
warnings: non-con, non-con touching, non-con kissing, dub-con, dub-con touching, dub-con kissing, smut, unprotected sex, hunting/stalking, a/b/o themes, forced bonding, loss of virginity, canon violence, physical violence, mentions of blood and human sacrifice, and strong language. 18+ content. minors, dni.
word count: 3,514
note: this story contains adult and dark themes. please, do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! i am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. you have been warned. *all grammatical mistakes are my own, not proofread.
*an: if you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help! i do not condone any of the actions described in this story, this is a work of fiction.
A cold wind blew in from the north, making the trees rustle like living things. It was growing colder with every passing day as winter began its arrival. Yule had transformed the fiery hues of autumn twilight to sparkled, frosted mornings and bitter winds. You went to the window. A fine glimmer of glossy frost formed intricate swirls on the glass, as sparkling snow softened the outside world into one flurry.
You looked on as the pale, cold light of winter moonrise illuminated your village as the townsfolk worked under the stars to prepare for the Winter Solstice. You couldn’t help but frown as you watched them place green garland on the fringes of rooftops, and light candles that led into the dark forest, in the shape of carved wolves. This time last winter, you were home with your family; sitting fireside as you and your younger siblings drank sweetened milk and almond honeyed toast. Life had been colorful, full of vibrant greens, warm reds, and soft dusky blues. Now, it was nothing but a black and white night of frost that crawled along the dark outline of barren trees and twig branches. Snowflakes swirled down gently in the ghostly moonlight, and iced shadows crept along the December ground.
“(Y/N)?” a small voice called out from behind.
You turned as Gervaise came to stand next to you, peering out at the snowfall that drifted against the window. Gervaise had been your closest friend since childhood, she had been a plump girl in her youth, but now she was the most beautiful woman in your village. She had long legs that complemented her slender figure, golden hair that shone under sunlight, and azure eyes as blue and clear as the sky itself.
She shivered against the winter-cold that seeped into your bones as she neared the frosted windowpane, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.
You scoffed, “Warmer than I would be out there.”
Truth be told, you were burning from the inside out. A sheen sweat had started to form between your breasts and all of your folds and creases. Gervaise scooted closer and you unthinkingly flinched away, her heat was rolling off of her in waves and the strong scent of her made you lightheaded as tangs of jasmine, rose, and orange blossom overwhelmed your senses.
You moved away as you looked into the room you were being kept in. Women close in age all slept soundly with soft snores, their heated scents interlacing with one another to form a jumbled mess of musk, amber, bergamot, and warm sugar. It was a synchronous heat amongst the presented Omegas in preparations for the village’s annual sacrificial solstice to the White Wolf.
Gervaise nudged your shoulder teasingly, “It won’t be so bad tomorrow, (Y/N),” she tried.
You rolled your eyes, “We’re being sacrificed, Gervaise! How can it not be so bad?”
Her small smile fell as the weighted truth of your words settled on her shoulders, “I’m sorry… I was just trying to make light of it all.”
“I know,” you sighed, “You can’t make light of this, there’s too much darkness.”
You awoke hours later to the soft murmurs of falling tears as mothers dressed their daughters in traditional white hoods. White, the color of purity, innocence. You scoffed–the virgin’s color. Your own mother came to your bedside, a hood in hand and an expectant look in her eyes. You rubbed your cold feet together and reluctantly dressed.
“It’s not as bad as it seems, my love,” she spoke as she combed your hair.
You looked at the other Omegas in the room, most of whom you’ve grown up with. Idony, Meliora, and Sabine. You teared. You and your siblings used to play with Sabine as children. Idony taught you to weave dolls out of straw and vines. And you and Meliora would harvest wild strawberries together in early summer after long hours at the lake. The thought of never seeing either of them after today was heart-wrenching.
Your mother placed the hood over your head and tucked away stray hairs behind your ears as she took one last, tearful, look at you. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and took your hands in hers, pressing a small vial against your palms.
“Put this on once you’re away from the others,” she whispered against your hair, “It’ll hide your scent for a short time, then make your way across the stream, you’ll be safe there until the ceremony is over.”
Before you could ask more, the village mayor entered and ordered you and the other Omegas out into the square. The ceremony had officially begun.
Gervaise squeezed your hand as the mayor lit the great Yule log, the candles sculpted as white wolves. You looked around; Idony was pale in the face, Meliora shed silent tears as she held her hands in prayer, and Sabine’s chest rose and fell in shallow, frightened breaths. You held the vial tight in your hand as you stood stoic; though your pounding heart told another story.
The bells of the church began to toll as midnight quickly approached. The first toll the mayor led you all down the candlelit path that led into the mouth of the forest, the second toll you and the other Omegas were left alone as the full moon shone down on you from above, the third toll was followed by an echoed howl and the beats of your feet as you all ran through the thicket.
You ran and ran until it was only you, the full moon, and the trees. You stopped to rest against a frosted tree, your lungs burned with biting ice as you panted; your breaths coming out as vapored clouds that wisped around your head. You quickly took the vial and rubbed the liquid over your scent glands. The synthetic scent of cracked pepper, spiced ginger, decayed pear, and rotting leaves all toiled together to mask your natural, sweet and warm odor. You took a moment to calm your beating heart and collect your thoughts before bolting through the treeline. You needed to find Gervaise before the perfume wore off.
Bucky watched from the shadows as he tracked a pretty, golden-haired Omega. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t ignite a fire deep within his groin, either. He followed the floral scent trail of this next best woman as she wandered aimlessly through the dense grove of pine. The woman’s face was rosy and tear-stained as the cold bit her cheeks and nose. It was pathetic, really. How she sniffled and hiccupped as she held herself against the winter winds or when she tripped and slipped over iced snowdrifts. Bucky was about to make his move when a sweet scent, carried on an icy breeze, caught his attention. The blood in his veins burst into flames as a deep desire awoke in him. Primal lust took over as he abandoned his former prey to hunt for the next. He bounded through the woods, ducking under long branches, and leaping across overgrown oak roots. It was the wildness of it that sent Bucky into a feral frenzy, in all of his years protecting this paltry village, he’d never scented anything as sweet and enthralling as this. Spun sugar, vanilla bean, patchouli, and white pumpkin with caramel glaze. His teeth ached as he took in the sweetness of your scent.
When Bucky finally found you, you were breathless and flushed with heat. Your hand on your stomach as a wave of tightness in your belly coiled and coiled. He scented the air, then. Groaning as he caught wind of your musky-sweet tang. The front of his buckskin breeches tightened uncomfortably as his rut took hold of his body. He wanted you, so he’d have you.
You whimpered as your cramps inflamed your insides. You were on fire, despite the bitter winter cold. You shed your wolf pelt that hung over your shoulders and loosened the front laces of your bodice, as you slumped against the nearest tree and focused on slowing your racing heart. The faster you calmed down, the faster you’d be able to find Gervaise and get across that damned stream to safety.
Just as your heart began to slow, a heady scent brought on iced winds set it back into panicked motion. An amber woody fragrance, with nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood ensnared your forebrain. You were frozen, scared like a hunted doe as you took in the masculine scent that seemed to scream “Alpha”.
Bucky watched as you looked around, trying to pinpoint his hiding spot. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as you took off into the thicket, leaving your pelt behind on the snowy ground. He chased you, then. Too focused on the hunt to worry about cornering you, too focused on you. He’d chase you down until you fainted from exhaustion if he had to.
You were faster than he expected, more agile and hellbent on escaping him than you had appeared to be. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched you nimbly dodge and duck under and over every branch and uprooted oak that came into your way. But Bucky had the advantage, this was his territory, not yours. He knew his hunting grounds, not you. So when you came to a skidded stop at a broken bridge, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what did surprise him was the little snarl that left you before you broke away from him once more.
You ran and ran until your feet were numb with cold and your lungs frosted over with every breath you took. He was close, too close, and you were forced to abandon the plan on crossing the stream to safety. Gods–you didn’t even know where you were anymore. You could be going in circles and you’d be none the wiser, everything looked the same in this untouched part of the wood. You berated yourself for straying from the path, now you were lost, alone, and being hunted. You began to cry as you thought of your fate, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, you just wanted to go home back to your family. Back to your life.
You were ready to give up, your feet were tired, legs weakened, and your chest burned from the cold. You fell to your knees and looked up to the full moon, exhaustion taking over your thoughts. You were desperate and didn’t have the energy to be surprised at yourself when you began to pray to the moon above.
“Gods above… Please, please, let me live and I’ll devote myself to you. My heart, mind, soul, and body, please,” you prayed.
Just as you were about to laugh at yourself for your foolishness, a flickering candlelight in the nearby distance caught your eye. You mindlessly followed the light that pierced through the dense darkness of night, like a moth to a flame. As you got closer, you saw the lantern-light belonged to a small cottage fringed with winterberries and garland. You were uplifted as you believed the gods had answered your prayer. Without a second thought, your feet began to move on their own through the snow as you raced toward the home. You knocked once, then twice, then thrice. When there was no answer, you apologized to whatever being had heard you pray, before turning the brass doorknob and welcoming yourself inside.
The warmth of a crackling fire embraced you posthaste as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to the fireplace, rubbing your hands over the flame as you warmed yourself. The house was eerily silent as you looked around. You saw the carved candles from your village on the mantelpiece, vases of starry blue, pale pink, and white glory of the snow, and bright yellow winter jasmine were placed on the tabletops, and garland with holly flowers was wrapped around the railing of a small staircase that led upstairs. You made your way up the stairs as curiosity led you on. You called out for the owner of the home once again as you reached the top, but to no avail; the house was empty.
You crept along the creaking floorboards into a small room, illuminated by a single lantern with frosted glass windows. You explored the room. There was a bed, with an oak headboard, and thick, grey, and brown wolf and bear pelts. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft bounce as you rested your tired feet. Ahead of you was a wooden chest with intricate images of Yule logs, goats, and boars. Something deep within your gut urges you to go to it, to open it, and look upon its secrets; but the feeling made you uneasy, it made you afraid of what you’d find.
But you knew better than to ignore your gut, so you went to it, opened it, and looked upon its secrets. You nearly screamed as you pulled forth white hood, after white hood, after white hood. Your hands shook as you emptied the chest, white hoods covered the ground like the snow outside. There were more hoods than you could count, most of them much older than you. You sobbed as you slammed the chest shut, too focused on the white hoods before you to notice the slithering notes of amber, nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood that now threatened to constrict, and swallow you whole.
Your body sensed him before your mind did, your hairs stood on end, and your core tightened with primal, animalistic want. You only recognized his imposing presence after it was too late. Your throat dried as you slowly turned around to face the Alpha from the woods. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and steaming, as his heat fought against the cold of winter. To say he was big, would be an understatement. He was wordless as he strode toward you with an urgency driven by desire. You shuffled away, sobbing as he quickly crawled atop of you, trapping you beneath him. You fought against him, slapping and scratching his chest and face as he buried his face in your neck. Deeply inhaling your sickly sweet scent.
“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell, ‘Mega,” he said as he nipped the lobe of your ear.
Your heart dropped as he ripped at your bodice like an animal, tossing the ruined fabric aside as he bared your breasts to the air. The Alpha brushed his lips against your neck, your jaw, and mouth as he tasted you. You had never been kissed before, the feeling of it all was foreign as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You squirmed as he palmed your breast, his thumb flicking and pinching over your sensitive nipple. Bucky let out a low snarl of disapproval as you tried to wriggle away from him, and when you ignored his warning, he bit down on your nipple. You yelped and beat against his back, clawing and punching as you flailed and thrashed. In your struggle you managed to slip out from underneath his body. Then, it was a desperate fight of him dragging you by your ankles, and you kicking wildly and blindly. With luck you landed a strong kick to his face that bloodied his nose. You ran, then. Practically flying down the flight of stairs as you made a beeline for the front door–to your freedom. You felt the cold snow on your toes as one foot met the icy ground, but the other foot was caught.
You fell on your face as Bucky dragged you back into his house. Blood stained his face and a dangerous fire was reflected in his blue eyes. He took you by your neck and forced you down onto the staircase, entrapping you under his weight. Your legs kicked out as he forced himself between your thighs, he snarled again, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck. He ripped away the remaining pieces of your clothes, ridding you of the white garments, of your innocence, your purity.
He lifted your hips and placed a strong hand on your back, forcing you into an arch. You yipped as you felt a wet warmth lick up your sex. You tried to curl away, but his grip on you was strong and firm. A heat bloomed within your gut as Bucky dipped his tongue between your wet folds, fucking you with his hot tongue. Your brain hazed over as he stroked and rubbed your sweet spot of concentrated pleasure with his thumb. He was devouring you, and you felt your resolve melt away with every delicious flick and swipe of his tongue. You moaned and allowed yourself to arch into his mouth, desperately seeking more pleasure. You ground your cunt on his face and moaned at the feeling of him tightly gripping your hips as he gave you what you wanted–needed.
You clawed at the stairs beneath you as your voice grew shrill, the coil in your belly was beginning to unravel with every lick. Bucky felt you stiffen as he brought you to the edge of your pleasure, he sank his tongue deep inside you until he finally felt you shudder hard against him. You cried out as you came on his tongue, pure white fire ignited in your veins, consuming your thoughts, and burning away any fight you had left. The aftershocks of your pleasure left you shaking and wanting.
Without warning, Bucky buried his thick length in you with one hard stroke; mercilessly tearing through your untouched barrier. For a moment there was only a burning pain as he forced himself deeper. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back into you. Again and again. The Alpha above you howled with pleasure as he rutted into you hard and fast. You looked over your shoulder and moaned as you watched his narrow hips thrust against you. His eyes met yours and he bared his teeth as he indulged in his animalistic pleasure. With your mouth agape you felt another spark of pleasure ignite within you, you cried out for him, then, begging him to stoke the fire that threatened to burn, to consume you.
Your scents bled together, creating the beginning knot of your bond; his sandalwood and vanilla notes, duetting your patchouli and caramel glaze in perfect harmony. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and clenching. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your weak legs wide as he entered you once more. He reached places that had you blaspheming as you chanted his title like a prayer.
Alpha, Alpha, Alpha…
He added fuel to your evergrowing fire as he reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as he fucked into your wet cunt. He kissed you again, your lips following his lead as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. His lips trailed down your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your body until he reached the scent gland on your neck. He scented you, then. A low growl left his chest as the base of his cock swelled, your pussy constricting in turn. Your howling moans clashed in dissonance as he pushed you over the edge into white-hot pleasure. Bucky thrusted into you, harder, faster, as his pleasure grew and grew until it finally exploded. As his warmth flooded you another sensation sent your senses into hyperdrive–his teeth sinking into your neck. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he bonded you, marking you as his.
You murmured incoherently as your bodies locked together, you were so full of him that you could focus on nothing, but the feel of him locked inside you. Your head lolled to the side as your exhaustion set in, your bones felt heavy as sleep lulled you. You were vaguely aware of the man atop of you, too drunk on mated pleasure to fully acknowledge how his eyes began to once again devour your body.
He kissed your wound, breathing you in as he did, “What’s your name, Omega?”
“(Y/N),” you rasped.
“Bucky,”
As you sobered, the weight of your situation became clearer. All of those white hoods, all of those Omegas that never returned home… Your breathing picked up as panic sparked like lightning in your veins. You shoved on Bucky’s chest as you started to wiggle out from him, tugging on his knot. He snarled and snapped at you and you flinched as unshed tears glossed your eyes.
“Don’t hurt me, please,” you whimpered, “Please, I–I don’t want to die.”
“I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to keep you,”
Keep you? You trembled, “What about all of the other Omegas? What happened to them?”
He cupped your face and traced the bridge of your nose, then the cupid’s bow of your lips, “Them I killed,” he whispered with a ghost of a smile.
last updated: 10/5/2023. 10:59 pm, cdt.
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Teachers pet
Summary: your professor has interest in you.
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader
Warning: 18+ dark themes, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
From day one, he had his eyes on you. He didn’t give a fuck if you were his student. You were pure. Untouched. Something he craved.
And when he asked you to go to a cafe with him as a “friendly gesture” you didn't hesitate to say yes and jump on the opportunity. After that, you noticed that your grade in his class went up a significant amount. When you asked about it he said your work was very inspirational.
You and Steve, he asked you to please call him Steve as it felt like you two were good friends,
You didn’t think any of it as he didn't ask for anything and he rarely asked you questions like any guy who was interested in you would ask.
You were oblivious about everything and that turned him on. Every night he would jerk off of the thought of your pretty plumped lips around his cock. He’d even get hard in class while you chewed your pencil eraser.
One particular day he asked you to stay after class.
“ I have a question,” he said, at first you thought this was about your homework or something but then he asked “Would you like to go out with me,”
You were shocked at his question, “that’s inappropriate Steve, I’m sorry but I’m your student and your my teacher, it better if we’re just friends,” you told him. You wouldn’t lie he wasn’t ugly but you liked this class and you wouldn’t jeopardize it.
Steve was taken aback, his face showed no emotion but deep down he was pissed. When he didn’t say anything you spoke,
“Steve?”
“It’s Professor Rogers,” his tone was strict.
You wouldn’t lie that it didn’t hurt a little, you didn’t say anything more and left when he said you should leave.
You were surprised when your grade dropped to a D- when it was at an A. And when you told him about it he said that you were doing a bad job and that u need improvement and that the school gives out free tutor lessons. You were hurt, and you had sensitive feelings which didn't help your case.
A couple of days later you couldn't help but notice he was giving a lot of attention to a girl in the same class as you. He would ask her to stay after class almost every day and when you went to the cafe where they share their WiFi with students you’d see them together.
You were supposed to be a good girl just like your mother always told you but you couldn’t help but feel envy. The treatment he is giving her he was giving it to you.
You were so emotional that it started to affect you. So you stopped going to his classes altogether.
He noticed. when you heard a knock on your small apartment door you didn't think any of it. When you opened it there he was. You were stunned when you were about to ask what he was doing here he let himself in.
“I've missed you, sweetheart” he looked around your apartment examining it.
“I'm sorry sir but you have to leave now’s not a good time,” you practically mumbled.
He groaned at the name you given him. “Say that again it makes me hard,”
You almost gasped, what is wrong with him you thought. He walked past you, and instead of walking out he closed the door and locked it. Now you were scared. He removed his jacket and made his way towards you.
“What are you-” he shushes you. His hands make it around your waist you tried to take his hands off of you but he was too strong. He pulled you in and took a long sniff of your hair. You felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
He made his way toward your neck but he stopped at your ear. “Make one fucking noise and I will kill you,” he whispered it to you.
You were shocked that you didn't feel him biting and kissing your sweet spots on your neck.
He lead you to your room, you suspected he’s been here before because he didn’t ask where it was.
“You don’t know how much control you have over me,” he pushed you on the bed, you quickly tried to run away but he pulled your hair yanking you back.
He undid your clothes when he had you right under him while he straddled you to keep you in place. He then shed his own clothes. Everything was happening so fast you didn’t react until his tip was teasing your folds. You were about to scream on the top of your lungs he covered your mouth and nose. You tried to get him off but he didn’t budge one bit. You panicked once you realized what he was doing, which made you run out of oxygen faster.
As you were about to black already seeing black dots he finally let you breathe. But he didn’t stop there he gave you a hard smack on your face. You felt the sting and heat of it instantly.
“Shut the fuck up,” he said harshly. Seconds later he thrusted into you, as he stretched your walls you felt the pain as he didn’t let you adjust.
“I know you love this you little slut,” he spat in your face, when you finally adjusted after a few for thrusts you soon felt some type of pleasure. You bit your tongue to keep your moans in.
It felt like forever when you tried to close your eyes and think of something else he would snack you hard. You tried begging him but it only turned him on more.
You suddenly started to feel a knot in your stomach. “I-I need to pee,” you choked out but he didn’t stop.
You couldn’t hold in your moan when you climaxed and that almost sent Steve over the edge. You thought he was gonna come but he didn’t stop.
You came another time and another and another and so on until your choked on your sobs and begged him to stop.
He buried his face into your neck as he came groaning. You hoped he would leave but his cock stayed right in you as he moved to the side to spoon you. He kissed you on your head and put his heavy arm over you making it impossible for you to move. You were left stunned that whole night, processing what just happened.
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OMG PROUD NO MORE IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ PART 2 pls im on my knees
AHHHH! I am so glad you liked it! Since requests aren't open and I cannot do a drabble or oneshot rn, here's a little something I whipped up. Sorry if you had something specific in mind (you can always talk about it 🥴)
Note: This is a part 2-ish headcanon of my ABO oneshot Proud No More.
Warning(s): Dub-con, dark enhanced!Alpha Steve, Alpha!Reader, mean!Steve and dark stuff. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
After the events of part 1, Y/n remains curled in his legs on the floor after cleaning up and bringing everyone their drinks.
Steve is drinking his as he discusses the sport on the tv with the other Alphas.
She whimpers each time their eyes meet, him sitting on the couch with his legs spread, her snuggled up to them underneath him.
Her whole body is wrapped around his but he is not touching her at all.
His blue eyes are so cold to the puppy eyes she is looking at him with.
He knows it.
He can see it.
Smell it.
She wants it.
Needs him.
Inside.
So, so bad.
Y/n spends the remainder of the time peppering soft apologetic kisses to his knees, legs and thighs, hoping to earn some mercy.
Because Steve is the worst when it came to denying her where she needs him most.
Which is his go to punishment for her besides spanking.
She doesn't even care about the rest of the pack looking at her anymore.
Pleasing him so he would fuck her pussy numb is the only objective on her mind now.
But Steve doesn't falter.
The Alpha Supreme is a master of endurance.
She's so desperate by the time they finally leave the packhouse and walk towards his vintage Camaro.
Her eyes are glossy and lips only slightly pouty (because Steve doesn't tolerate brats and she's trying her best to not piss him off more than she already has) when he orders her to go over to get inside with a brief nod towards the vehicle.
She whines just a little, trying to move his hand (that she's desperately holding tight between both of hers) towards her aching core.
Yes, she forgets all rationality when she's needy.
What is remaining of her bottoms is covered in a wet mess of her slick and his cum.
But one sharp look from Steve has her scurrying away to the backseat, not wanting another punishment.
Whenever Y/n acts out, she loses the passenger Princess privilege.
Because Alpha doesn't like to look at sorry misbehaving puppies.
So she's sniffling and hiccupping as she moves to the back of the car before settling her very sore ass on the seat.
Her head lowers itself as her cheeks burn in humiliation.
He has a way of making her feel so small and pathetic.
Her form feels so tiny against the leather seat right now.
As if she's nothing but a small kicked puppy.
Fuck.
She can not decide if it's the inferior Alpha in her or if she actually feels sorry.
But all her senses are wrenching with regret.
The stunt was completely unnecessary and not worth it at all.
She's quiet and ashamed behind him, pulling her best sorry puppy expression.
The Superior Alpha starts the car and drives it off the porch onto the main road.
It is after a few minutes that her whimpers start to get louder to try and attract his attention.
Needy eyes shoot pleading glances up at the blonde man, knowing that he can feel them through the bond.
Steve continues to ignore her, still irritated by the antic she pulled in the packhouse.
It will take her days of worship and cocksucking to make him happy again.
It always does.
He is very hard to please.
Until then, the Supreme Alpha will, no doubt, be even stricter than usual.
Calling her out on the smallest of slip ups, punishing her for even breathing the wrong way, denying her as much physical touch as possible (she doesn't like to admit it but the puppy in her is always making her pathetically cuddle into one of his limbs).
The cruelest cold shoulder.
It has happened before.
And only Y/n is to blame for it happening again.
Yes, no matter what Steve does to her, she always dry orgasms.
It is just the effect he has on her.
But nothing compares to his touch down there.
Nothing, no orgasm, ever satisfies her more than the one his cock fucks out of her.
And until she can have one of those, she can neither think nor function right.
On days when she has to face denial as a consequence of her own actions, his dick is all she can think about.
Even if she refuses to admit it.
That is where the punishment aspect comes in.
Steve knows how hopeless her body is for his touch.
24/7.
She can lie to herself all she wants.
But Y/n cannot change the effect the bond has on her.
And that's exactly why he uses her everywhere but in her pussy following an episode of her acting out.
The begging, sobbing, kneeling, writhing, hissing, worshipping and trembling for his mercy strokes his ego in the best way.
Nothing makes him harder than all the promises she desperately makes.
All the ungodly things he makes her say.
Because she gets so cock starved during these punishments that she is always willing to do whatever he wants in the end.
Anything at all.
Just so he would fuck her like the puppy that she is.
Fuck her until she has basically lost consciousness.
Only to make her thank him once she comes back up.
Every time.
How her pride gradually breaks down.
Peeling away from her stiff form like the clothes that he makes her strip out of.
There is no better sight or feeling.
To him, that state looks the best on her.
She's so fragile and vulnerable for him then.
It is perfect.
She is perfect.
When she is proud no more.
Compliant and respectful on her knees.
Stroking his ego and kissing his feet.
Steve smirks to himself as he turns a corner, refusing to look at the crying mess of drool and cum hanging by his seat.
He has turned a deaf ear to her pleads.
But his monstrous knot is so worked up by how she's doing her best to remain as silent as possible because she is not allowed to be loud especially when interacting with her Alpha.
Yet, every part of her body is aching for him (he can feel it through their bond) so bad that she cannot stop the begging even if she wants to.
It is impossible for her to sit silently (as is expected of her).
Thus piling more and more punishment for herself.
Steve is not complaining though.
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Wanda Maximoff ~ Meeting Expectations
(Not my gif)
dark!Wanda X fem!Reader
4.8k words
Warnings: coercion, non-con/dub-con, unwanted telepathy and hints of mind control, obsessive behaviour, mommy kink, public teasing, fingering, degrading, praise, somnophilia, oral, strap on use
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It was around mid autumn when you finally got to visit your sister. Although you kept in frequent contact, your visits to see each other were few and far between due to the redhead’s unpredictable job that weaved itself deeply into her general life. So when Natasha invited you to come stay at the compound for a couple weeks, you leapt at the opportunity and found yourself on the next train to Manhattan where Happy awaited you.
Unsurprisingly to him, you sat up front with Happy as opposed to in the back with the expensive champagne to catch up with him about the team and his own strikingly thrilling personal life. He talked animatedly of his brother’s ‘newest side piece’ who was invited to one of Tony’s parties only to spend the entire evening following a wholly unimpressed Natasha around like a love stricken school boy. You wished you could have been there to witness your sister’s temper grow thin but didn’t dwell on this for much longer when Happy passed through the security station and towards the tower, smiling when he saw you lean forwards in your seat to get a good look at the building you hadn’t visited nearly as much as you had hoped.
As the car slowed to a stop you sprung out of the expensive vehicle and into Natasha’s embrace where she had been waiting, holding on tight to her as she chuckled before eventually pulling back to hold you by the shoulders and get a good look at you. “Hey, kiddo.” She finally got to greet.
“Hey short-stuff.” You said with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and led you towards the building after taking your bags from Happy and began catching you up on everything Happy hadn’t had the chance to. She told you about how Tony had blown up half of his lab and when Fury came to berate him for it he played the “I paid for it anyway” card to get him out of trouble. “Of course that didn’t stop Rogers from giving him a speech about responsibility and prioritising safety.”
“That’s rich coming from the guy who threw himself on top of a grenade.” You quipped.
“Exactly!”
“That was completely different!” Came two voices from the common area as you rounded the corner and found Steve and Tony watching some seemingly forgotten 80s cop film.
“Sure thing, icecap.” Tony called over his shoulder as he gave you a hug. “How ya been, kid?”
“Better than you apparently.” You quipped and he grinned shamelessly. Whatever he had been messing around with in the lab must have been worth it. You were about to ask about it when Wanda appeared from the kitchen, deep green eyes immediately finding yours as though you were the sole target of her interest. You had had very limited time with Wanda in the few years she had been on the team. You knew she and your sister were close, Natasha naturally falling into the role of Wanda’s mentor in her new job and life even years later and that their friendship had strengthened as a result, and yet you seemed to never find the opportunity to hold a conversation with the witch for long. At parties one of you was always swept off to be introduced to someone new and more domestic settings were rare due to the Sokovian being called on missions just as frequently as Natasha. You always wished you had the opportunity to grow as familiar to her as the rest of the team were with you and you wondered if your stay would finally present that chance.
“If you guys aren’t too busy bickering like children there’s food ready for you.” Wanda announced with a teasing smile directed at Tony and Steve who were quick to abandon their debate for the meal.
“It’s good to see you again, honey.” Wanda smiled though it looked like she wanted to say more when her eyes flickered towards your sister. You blushed slightly at the nickname but hid it well when Natasha pushed you towards the kitchen, insisting that she was too hungry to be standing around any longer. You found your seat next to the top of the table where Natasha sat as the rest of the team came flooding through to the kitchen at the smell of the freshly made meal. They welcomed you like an old friend and you all easily slipped into a comfortable conversation about your lives as Wanda brought the meal dishes to the table and sat down on the other side of you.
Perhaps if you weren’t so caught up in listening to Clint talk so fondly of his youngest child’s success with learning how to shoot a bow and arrow you would have noticed how Wanda was struggling to keep her hands off of you. Whenever your hand rested on the table she placed hers as close as possible to yours without you touching, internally fighting tooth and nail with herself not to run her thumb across the back of your hand and your palm just to see if it was really as soft as she had imagined it to be every night since the first day you met. There were a lot of things about you Wanda wanted to compare to her daydreams and late night fantasies and she would be damned if she let you slip through her fingers one more time.
When Wanda’s hand dropped to your thigh after running through her thick hair you first assumed it was an accident from how crowded you all were around the table. But when her hand stayed firmly in place and her thumb rubbed slowly across your covered leg you shot her a questioning look while the rest of the team argued about something that had happened in the cop film that had been watching earlier. You tried to move your leg away from the brunette's grip, not expecting to get such attention from a woman you had had such limited contact with, but the lack of space and hard hold she had on you made it difficult to do so. You figured maybe your squirming would grab your sister’s attention however you froze when a voice echoed inside your head.
Sit still for me, darling. We can’t have you attracting unwanted attention now, can we? Though you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the team regarding your sister’s closest friend, your discomfort at the attention you were receiving from Wanda grew at having her obnoxiously invade your mind so shamelessly. Again, you looked around only to find the team deeply invested in a new debate so you decided to hold out a little longer.
Good girl. Came her voice again as a fond praise. You despised the way your heart fluttered from such a prideful tone by Wanda towards you and closed your eyes for a brief second in a feeble attempt to fight off any other unwanted feelings that could stem from Wanda’s actions. You’re adorable when you’re trying to behave. So pliant for me. Do you want mommy to reward such obedience? The shiver that raked your body upon having those words boom around your head didn’t go unnoticed by the witch. She smirked in satisfaction of her affect on you and let her nails drag across the thin fabric of your leggings as her hand grew bolder and higher up.
You breathed deeply and stared holes into the empty plate in front of you as Wanda’s hand reached the top of your thigh and began to forcefully pry itself between your clenched legs until Tony shot up from his seat and clapped his hands together excitedly. “So what are we thinking? Game night or some more films?” The billionaire asked as he eyed you for your apparently deciding vote. Wanda withdrew her hand quickly and placed it into her own lap where she gazed down at it in silent concentration, as though she could see a trace of you on it.
“I think we’re all long overdue getting to see y/n kick your ass at Donkey Kong.” Sam quipped from the end of the table.
“The bird’s got a point.” You chuckled somewhat nervously as Wanda used her magic to take the plates over to the kitchen and followed on behind them like nothing happened without sparing you a second glance.
*
“How long are you gonna be gone?” You asked, trying to sound more curious than hurt. You understood that Natasha couldn’t put off saving the world for the sake of your visit, but your sister had invited you to stay because things usually seemed to quiet down in New York during the autumn time when it came to aliens attacking the city. Apparently not all the Avengers level threats got this memo.
“It should only be a couple days.” Natasha said with her optimism she saved for when she was trying to make you feel better about something. “And I’m sure you won’t get bored with all of the entertainment systems Tony had installed. Did he tell you about the arcade room on the 4th floor?” You couldn’t help but smile at that and made a mental note to check that out. “Besides, Wanda will be here to keep you company.” Natasha added as she collected the unapproved S.H.I.E.L.D tech she had swiped from the labs, claiming they were Widow Approved.
You had yet to tell Natasha about Wanda’s advance at the table. After the team had exhausted themselves with Wii sports games you had all headed to bed and your interaction with Wanda had been forgotten (courtesy of Wanda) until the following afternoon when Natasha had to break the news to you that the team had been called away. You were unsure if you even should tell your sister about her mentee. You didn’t want to kick up a fuss about something you may have been misremembering and every time you considered it too hard a fog like barrier consumed your thoughts and pushed your attention elsewhere.
“Just Wanda?”
“We need the whole team for this but Wanda’s powers could cause problems with the type of guys we’re facing.” Natasha shrugged. You recognised that as your signal not to ask anymore about the mission that was no doubt of the highest confidentiality and even if it wasn’t, Natasha didn’t want you to worry.
“I’ll be back before you even realise I was gone.” Natasha said when you didn’t reply. She wrapped her arms around you tightly and you hugged you back for a while until she pulled away and swung her bag over her shoulder and ruffled your hair in the way she knew you hated. You swatted her hand away with a badly hidden grin and she chuckled as she led you both down to the quinjet in a comfortable silence where she boarded with the rest of the team and promised to be back soon.
Once the entire team was gone you wandered around the corridors of the tower aimlessly, deciding you weren’t in the mood for the arcade games and that you weren’t really in the mood for anything. You asked Tony’s AI where Wanda was, finding it strange that you hadn’t run into her yet, to which the voice identified her location in the gym. You wondered if you should be trying to avoid the witch or confront her. Maybe she hadn’t intended to come off so strongly and perhaps this could be your chance to get to know her how you always hoped to.
You were in the kitchen making yourself a snack when Wanda found you. She had just finished her training for the day but found her spent energy coming back to her when she saw you kneeling on the counter to reach the jar you needed. You had questioned why it was up so high and concluded it was simply Clint trying to annoy Nat when you heard Wanda clear her throat behind you and you almost fell off the counter. You were caught by a red mist wrapped around your frame and guiding you back down onto your own two feet. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that the restrictive hold remained a few seconds more than necessary once you were stable but when you turned around to face Wanda and voice your observation you froze at the sight before you.
There was still the faint trace of her magic swirling around her flexed fingers that she lowered to fiddle with her empty water bottle as she watched you with a faint smirk, noticing the way your eyes darted down to her exposed abs several times. “Er, thanks.” You chuckled awkwardly as you tried to look anywhere but at the brunette in her simple sports bra and leggings that greatly complimented her figure.
“You’re welcome, kotyonok.” Wanda hummed as she took several steps towards you. You backed up not so subtly as she did so but stopped when your back hit the counter and you held the edges in support as the witch continued to stalk towards you with a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached out only to grab a glass off the shelves behind you and flick the tap on to fill the glass. The blushed and went to move out of her way but Wanda placed her free hand on your other side, locking you between the counter and herself.
“What’s the rush to get away?” She asked innocently as she brought the glass to her lips and sipped on her water before placing it on the counter and bringing her hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards to force you to look at her. “I thought you would be looking forward to getting all this time and space to ourselves.” She mused as she stroked your skin softly before cupping your cheek. “Don’t you want us to get to know each other a little better.” You furrowed your brow slightly as you wondered how she could possibly know that. How many times had she implemented your mind and for how long?
You couldn’t bring yourself to voice these queries when Wanda pressed her strong thigh between your own, pressing you further into the counter while she pressed against the area she had failed to reach the evening prior. “Wanda…” you managed to speak as she dropped her head to your neck and planted soft kisses across your exposed skin. You placed your hands to her stomach in an attempt to push her away but at the feeling of her abdomen flexing against you your movement stuttered and you suddenly became immersed in the sensation of having Wanda pressed so close to you.
When the brunette pushed her thigh further against your core the breathy moan that escaped your lips stirred a new level of need and possession for Wanda. She sucked on your neck harshly, eager to mark you as her own as well as hear you vocalise the need for her she knew you were afraid to admit. “Mine.” She muttered against you, her teeth grazing your skin.
“Wanda, stop. We shouldn’t.” You denied weakly.
“We can do whatever we want. No one’s here to stop us.” Wanda argued back as her hands dropped to your hips and guided you to grind against her muscular thigh.
“Fuck.” You muttered, not wanting to give in to something you weren’t entirely comfortable with due to the distant voice in the back of your mind reminding you of Wanda’s forceful nature that you didn’t want to indulge. However Wanda left no room for complaints as her fingers dipped into the waistband of your leggings and sighed deeply when she felt along your panties that betrayed you with the evident arousal soaking through the fabric.
“You should listen to what your body wants, detka.” Wanda husked as she stroked the wet patch and your legs became weak. “Listen to what I tell you.” She continued as she pushed your panties to the side and ran her fingers through your folds before rubbing your clit slowly and lightly, not giving you nearly as much as you wanted but not prepared to ask for more. But that was okay, Wanda was understanding. She was more than happy to toy with your body for her own amusement.
“You have such a pretty body, y/n.” Wanda cooed as she maintained the same maddeningly slow pace while sucking on your collarbone and dipping just below the collar of your shirt. “It makes me want to treasure you, to handle you with so much care and treat you like the good girl I know you can be for me.” There was a deceiving adoration to her voice that you couldn’t help but entirely soak up. “And it also makes me want to fucking ruin you.” Without any warning, Wanda forced two fingers into your cunt down to the knuckles and keenly listened to your whines of protest. She barely pulled her fingers out before she thrust them harshly back into your awaiting pussy that clenched down on the brunette’s digits as though afraid to let them go.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Wanda grunted as she quickly picked up a fast rhythm that you struggled to adjust to. Though you were wet enough to allow no restriction to Wanda’s intrusion, even beginning to soak her hand, you whimpered and tried to close your legs on the witch but with her thigh still resting just beneath her hand, you found it impossible to do so. “Such a perfect needy whore for me.”
You placed your hands on Wanda’s shoulders for support once she curled her fingers beautifully inside you and moaned louder than you had in a while with previous partners. You practically fell against the Avenger who had quickly learnt how best to touch you and earn the reactions she desperately wanted to hear. “That’s my girl, just take what mommy gives you.” She coached as her fingers continued to work wonders against all the right places while maintaining such an urgent and frantic pace that you found yourself craving and hoping wouldn’t end. “You’re going to look a dream when I fuck you with my cock.”
Had you been in clearer mind, you might have shoved at Wanda’s shoulders to put distance between you. But as Wanda adjusted to press her thumb firmly against your clit with each thrust, you reached around to cling onto her back and raked your nails just above her sports bra. The throaty moan this brought from Wanda made you whimper in response and start bucking your hips up against her palm in an attempt to chase your fast approaching high.
“Wanda, please…fuck, mommy!” You cried out as the last of your resistance crumbled.
“Please what, printsessa?” Wanda smirked knowingly as she felt a wave of pride at hearing the title slip your lips. It sounded better than she imagined. All of you was better than she imagined.
“More, I’m gonna…fuck!” You whimpered and began to buck your hips more frantically in hopes of attaining what you struggled to vocalise.
“Tell mommy what you want.” Wanda urged as she began rubbing tight circles on your clit as her fingers continued to thrust against the spot that had your head reeling.
“I wanna cum.” You said quickly as though if you didn’t cum soon you never would.
“Cum for me, kotyonok.” Wanda ordered and you didn’t need her to repeat it before you were cumming on her slender fingers with a cry. Wanda rubbed the back of your pussy with her fingers as you came, refusing to pull them out in hopes of drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. “So fucking pretty.” She murmured as she watched your blissed filled face as your head fell back against the cabinet.
Your chest heaved heavily when you finally came down from your high and Wanda pumped her fingers inside you a couple more times for good measure before pulling out and bringing them up to her lips. You watched through hooded eyes as she sucked her digits clean and hummed around them, more than satisfied with the taste.
“You taste amazing, detka.” She confirmed and brought you in for a desperate kiss that you hadn’t the energy to keep up with. You whined at this and she shushed you soothingly, smiling as she rested her forehead against yours. The unexpected peace that came from the small gesture was short lived when a familiar artificial voice called for Wanda’s attention and directed her to the meeting room urgently.
Wanda cursed in clear frustration and you eyed her cautiously as your past worries about the brunette came back to you. Wanda noticed how you started to tense up against her but didn’t address it as she stood back and huffed. “I have to go, my dorogaya.” Wanda sighed as she took ahold of your hands and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “But I won’t be long so don’t wander too far away.” She smiled teasingly though you saw something darker flicker across her face. In that moment, the thought of going on a walk to clear your mind had your entire head erupt into a brief, but overwhelming, crushing pain that was gone as soon as it came. You blinked several times in shock and saw Wanda nod approvingly before turning to attend to her Avenger’s responsibilities.
*
“Oh, meelaya.” Wanda sighed as she soaked up the site of you laying sprawled out across the bed completely naked. When you had gone to change into your usual nightwear something had stopped you from completing the usual routine and you had the strongest compulsion to sleep nude despite the warm guest room and luxurious sheets that you lay on top of. “Such a smart girl.” The Sokovian praised fondly. Your mind was so easy to break into.
You had fallen asleep before you could turn the bedside lamp on though as Wanda attentively shut the door behind her, she was immensely grateful for that. The soft glow of the small lamp highlighted the soft patches of skin Wanda had always dreamed of caressing and heightened her need for you that was built high after so many hours away from you.
Wanda crept closer to your soundless form in an effort to seek out the areas of your body that were submerged beneath the shadows that came from such a late hour. She didn’t care much for the time or how sleepy you may be at first. She would have you wide awake in no time.
“You look so precious like this. So tempting.” The Sokovian spoke softly as she stripped herself of her sweatpants then removed her shirt and bra once she was on the bed and hovering over you, desperate to feel your bare skin against her own. You slept on soundlessly as Wanda brushed the hair away from your face to get a better look at the contented expression she was sure she could admire in awe for hours. “So beautiful.”
Wanda gently manoeuvred your legs apart so that you were laying on your back, allowing the lamp’s glow to reach everywhere Wanda desired to see. She hummed as she let her hands roam your chest as she planted tender kisses across your breasts and took your nipple in her mouth before switching to the other and drawing a breathy moan from your sleep. The Sokovian smiled at the sweet noises you continued to make while she continued to treasure your body with her mouth until you started to wake from how sensitive and responsive your body was becoming.
When your eyes started to flicker open, you were immediately met by the dark green eyes that had infested your dreams and looked up at you from the space between your legs. You were about to sit up in a hurry and send a mass of questions towards the brunette but when she flattened her tongue and dragged it through your embarrassingly wet folds, you moaned and bliss and let your head fall back against your pillows as Wanda’s tongue leisurely explored your pussy while cherishing the intoxicating taste.
Wanda chuckled smugly when you attempted to push her face further between your shaking legs and instead pulled away to hover over you again. She had already spent plenty of time between your legs while you slept, sinking her tongue as far as she could to feel your muscles contract around her and draw out helpless mewls from you. She had your taste ingrained in her mouth and though she was sure she could positively spend hours more teasing and pleasuring your pussy, the witch had other ideas for that night. It was fine though, there would be plenty more opportunities for you to cum on her tongue in the future.
“Hey, sweet girl.” Wanda giggled and kissed you as you struggled to understand what was happening and if you were even really awake. “No one can feel that good in a dream, silly.” She chuckled. “And it’s not over yet.” She declared with a darker hint to her words as she grabbed the toy attached to her harness and pushed it between your legs. Your eyes widened at the sudden knowledge of what Wanda was about to use on you and though slightly scared from just haven been awoken to it, you couldn’t deny you were excited too.
Wanda pushed her hips forwards without much more warning and guided the strap into your awaiting cunt with a soft sigh as she watched how well your pussy took the thich toy. “See how well this pussy takes my cock.” The Sokovian said as she watched keenly everytime the strap disappeared inside you only to be pulled back with your wetness coating it. “You were made for me, darling.” She smiled when your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream when Wanda angled her hips just right. You moaned her name with such an air of innocence that the witch wanted nothing more than to corrupt.
She pushed the entirety of the toy forwards until her hips were resting against your own then stayed frozen in place as she watched the desperation grow in your eyes as you stared up at her like you needed her to survive. Wanda always knew she would make you the picture of everything she desired from you, she just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. She was immensely proud.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone, detka. Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for 2 years. You’ve no idea how infuriating that is.” Wanda grunted as she punctuated her words with a sharp snap of her hips, filling you up again with the thick strap with no resistance and beginning to set a much harsher pace than she had originally been merciful enough to give. “Watching my girl let all those whores flirt with her like you don’t belong to me. I just wanted to bend you over those bars and fuck you infront of everyone so they know you’re mine.” You could see the sudden shift in her emotions and braced yourself for what was to come.
“I’m yours, mommy.” You tried, knowing it was best to try to please her as well as you could.
“That’s right and I’ll never let you forget it.” Wanda said as she began to fuck you harder, slamming the cock into you at a bruising pace with the intention of getting her message through. “Cum for me, detka. Cum for mommy.” She encouraged with an air of desperation as she began to toy with your clit to bring you closer to the edge you were leaning over. “Now.”
“Mommy!” You moaned in bliss as you clung onto Wanda's frame and shuddered violently as you came just as hard as you had in the kitchen with her only with her cock deep inside you instead of her fingers. It felt as though your body was floating as she allowed you to enjoy the high until you came crashing down.
“You look so good that fucked out.” She admired, not slowing down in her pace. You whined at the sensitivity and tried to squirm away but Wanda’s magic whisked up your wrists and held them firmly above your head.
“I’m not done with you yet. You’ll take everything I give you and if you know what’s good for you you’ll thank me for it.” She husked as she bit down on the spot beneath your ear and kept your body pinned beneath her own so you were helpless against her.
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° Our Little Secret °
( Dark! Steve Rogers X Female Reader )
A/N: I was suddenly hit with this idea like a ton of bricks. It’s a little rough and hasn’t been proofread but enjoy.
Summary: Captain America tags along on a work trip.
Warning ⚠️: Minors DNI. 18+ . Nonconsensual, Dubious Consent, very public sex, humiliation, degradation, Chikan, Oral male receiving, somnophilia, NSFW, this is not an exhaustive list.
Did you read the warnings?
Proceed. . .
It was a long and exhausting week at Avengers HQ. Honestly, every week was a hard one. Most of the time some of the stuff you dealt with seemed beyond the scope of your degree. This was not a job for the faint of heart, from alien invasions to near-apocalyptic events. You found yourself working long days and even longer nights cleaning up after these heroes. Luckily, Tony was kind enough to reward all the staff in the administrative and business departments with a trip to a ski resort on Whiteface Mountain in Wilmington, New York. At first, you didn’t even want to go, you would have been fine with a weekend at home. A chance to catch up on cleaning, chores, and errands you had neglected for work.
Yet, there you were standing outside Avengers HQ with your packed bags among your excited co-workers. Your friends had convinced you to go after you shared the details of the trip with them. Their logic was sound. You could not skip an all-inclusive trip on Mr. Stark's bill.
There was a long row of charter buses lined up on the street before you. You eventually made your way over to a line as you watched your colleagues hand over their bags before loading the bus and you eventually followed suit. You thanked the driver before getting on the bus to find a seat. Fortunately for you, you managed to get on the bus early so you had a chance to pick the optimal seat, and for you, that was the back. You made your way to the second to last row and chose the seat by the left side window.
As the bus began to load, you turned on your earbuds and placed them in your ear hoping to catch up on some sleep on the four-hour drive upstate. Once your music began to play, you sank into your seat and closed your eyes waiting for sleep to take you. It hadn’t been more than two minutes before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You opened one of your eyes and both of them widened in surprise before you immediately removed your headphones.
“Cap-Captain? What are you doing here?” You were embarrassed at how you choked on your words, but he didn’t seem to take notice. You have seen him enough times to know what he looked like, even in a plain sweater and a baseball cap.
“Please, it’s just Steve. I thought it would be good if I tagged along. Do you mind if I sit here?”
“No! Go ahead!” You replied as you moved your things from the seat beside you and placed them between your legs. He promptly took a seat and looked around the bus. Everyone else seemed to be just as surprised as you were. This wasn’t your first time meeting Steve Rogers. You had run into him often in the elevator, you normally would carry on short polite conversations. But nothing noteworthy he’d remember. You hardly ran into any of the other Avengers despite working in the same building. You just handled the paperwork they often neglected or didn’t care to think about.
But, of all the things you would never expect, you would have never expected to see the Captain tagging along on a work trip. Ever since you started this job there was a clear division, the little guys and the big guys. And the Big guys had a Quinjet to get to and from, Steve didn’t need to ride a charter bus. Not to mention none of the actual Avengers members went on work trips or participated in most work events.
You shifted in your seat, you never realized just how big he was until now. His body looked massive in the bus seats. They weren’t built for men like him.
“ Am I taking up your space?” he asked a look of concern on his face.
You shook your head, “ No, you’re fine.” you lied.
“Good to hear. Sorry, I decided to join the trip last minute and didn’t think they would have any seats left,” he admitted.
You looked slightly confused, and your lips moved faster than you could stop them, “ Why did you?” you suddenly kicking yourself with how the question came out. “ Sorry I-”
He cut you off with a chuckle, “ I miss the simple things like bus rides and getting to know people. I get to travel the world but never get to see it or enjoy it, you know?”
You nodded, “ Yeah, I think I get it.”
“Besides, you guys keep us running, so why not spend quality time together with the ‘whole team’,’” he added, leaning back into the chair in an attempt to get comfortable.
“I figured you guys would be too busy to consider the whole team,”
“Yeah, now the team has expanded; I can afford a few days to myself.” He explained.
“And you want to spend them on a work trip with ‘team’ members you’ve never met?”
“Well, you’re a friendly face, Y/N, was it?” he asked.
You’re eyes widened slightly as you flashed him a shy smile. “ Oh, so you remember me?”
You had told him your name once in passing.
“ The Elevator. Floor 15.”
“ Wow, that’s an impressive memory,” you said, genuinely surprised.
“I never forget a friendly face,” he stated.
You replied with a smile. It did make you feel warm inside to be noticed by The Steve Rogers. So many people would sell their souls just to be seen by an Avenger, and there you were, boring office worker, and he remembered you.
“Oh! by the way, how did that date go?” he suddenly asked.
“Date?” You asked.
You were confused for a moment before you suddenly remembered.
It had been a day when you knew you’d leave the office late, and you had scheduled a date for that day—poor planning on your part. A guy, Nathaniel, who you had been chatting with for months and finally had the courage to meet. You had to rush and get changed in the ladies’ room that night. When you had gotten to the elevator, you were surprised to be greeted by Steve. You had never seen him leaving the office so late. He was a true gentleman that night. You made small talk. He complimented your appearance and wished you luck. Steve even insisted on walking you to your car, since it was late and claimed that parking garages were no place for a lady at night.
“Oh, that date. It didn’t go so well. He...uh...never showed.” you explained, slightly embarrassed.
Steve’s face was unreadable for a moment, and you could swear that you saw something flash behind his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it was there.
“ I’m sorry to hear that. The guy doesn’t know what he missed out on. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” he mentioned sympathetically.
You shrugged your shoulders before giving a soft nod, “ You’re right. Thank you,” You smiled, “It’s just that dating is hard these days. Not everyone is Captain America-” you quickly stopped yourself. “ I mean, not everyone shares your values,” you corrected.
He smiled, “ Ah yes, I’m America’s golden boy. Can’t top that.” he joked. “ Honestly, I don’t know how you guys do it these days with all those dating apps.”
You made an exaggerated disgusted face, and he laughed.
“ Yeah, it isn’t ideal, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about the perils of dating in the 21st century.”
He raised a curious eyebrow, “ What do you mean?”
“I’m sure women throw themselves at you.” He was handsome; there was no denying that, and there was no way he wasn’t aware of that fact.
He chuckled before shaking his head, “ Surprisingly, that makes things even more difficult. I can’t tell who is generally interested in Steve, not Captain America.”
You tilted your head slightly and poked your tongue into your cheek “ Yeah, I guess I didn’t consider that angle,”
He shrugged and leaned back into his chair, “ Most people don’t.” He glanced down at the headphones in your hand. “ Oh, but don’t let me keep you from enjoying the ride.”
You followed his eyes to your hands and quickly tucked the earbuds away in your pocket, “ No! That’s okay! I just wasn’t expecting a seat buddy for the ride, let alone one I could talk to.”
Steve smiled at your comment and softly nodded his head in response. When would they be another opportunity to talk to an Avenger? Let alone the ‘Captain America’.
“ Well, feel free to let me know when you’ve had enough of me...”
“Oh no, I don’t think that’ll happen.”
⚠️
You made it through the first half of the ride talking about all sorts of things with Steve. He told you about his adventures and missions over the years and you listened intently. You preferred when he talked because your life sounded dull in comparison. He didn’t talk about his feats like someone who just wanted to brag, he was actually quite humble and down to earth.
Before you knew it, the buses had stopped at a rest area to allow passengers the chance to stretch and use the bathroom. The sun was setting now, as you stood outside in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, New York with your arms wrapped around yourself to protect from the cold. Honestly, any place outside the city seemed like the middle of nowhere to you. The moment you and Steve got off the bus, he was bombarded by the other employees asking him questions. They kept him busy by asking for pictures to autographs or trying to get stories out of him. You left him to his fans as you made yourself busy. You checked your phone as you stretched your legs while walking around the rest area.
Eventually, you made your way back to your bus. You were about to climb back on when you heard your name being called, “ Y/N!”
You turned to see Steve approaching you with two steaming cups in his hands.
“ I thought you could use a pick-me-up to make it through the remainder of the ride,” he lifted the cup offering it to you.
“ Oh, thank you, that’s very thoughtful. sadly, I can’t drink coffee,”
“It’s tea,” he replied.
Your eyes widened in surprise, “ In that case thank you, I love a good tea.”
Steve simply nodded and smiled in response. “You’re welcome. Ready for the rest of the journey? Hope I haven’t been boring you.”
“ No, not at all! Your stories are the stuff of movies,” you joked as you climbed back onto the bus. You both took your seats as you opened the lid of the tea and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
“ Mmm...that’s good,” you complimented as you settled back into your seat.
“ Glad you think so, I was hoping I didn’t overdo it with the honey,”
“No, I’m actually guilty of using a lot of honey in my tea.”
“I’m glad I nailed the taste,”
You were appreciative of him and his presence on the bus. It was so easy to talk to him about anything, something you didn’t expect. Not only that, but he was attentive to whatever you said. The conversation flowed easily between you two. He kept you entertained with his endless stories and jokes. That’s why you were surprised when the first yawn came.
“Oh, I’m sorry I think my lack of sleep is catching up to me,”
“It’s okay, I know everyone has been working overtime...” he said gently placing a hand on your knee. “ Feel free to sleep the rest of the trip, I won’t bore you with my stories,”
“You weren’t, I wanted to hear more,” you replied, you hadn’t immediately noticed his hand still on your knee. His thumb was drawing circles on your skin. Normally you would have moved your knee away or politely bring attention to the invasion of space. But, for some reason, you could not formulate the words. It was as if the act itself was paralyzing you. You finally moved your hand atop of his to gently move it away, but instead, it stayed there.
“Steve...”
“Hm?” He hummed unconcerned.
“I don’t feel too well...” your mumbling was hardly coherent.
“ Shh, it’s okay....here,” he whispered. His hands moved from your knees to your thighs, but you could barely register what was happening.
“ Just relax...” was the last thing you heard before feeling like you were being submerged in water.
⚠️
When you eventually came to your head felt full of buzzing bees. You weren’t sure when or for how long you were asleep. However, you could feel the slight jostle of the bus as it was still in motion. You blinked a few times your vision still blurry as your head swayed. You attempted to bring your hand up to cradle your head, but your arms were way too heavy. You tried to call for Steve, but when you swallowed your mouth was too dry to manage more than a pitiful groan.
“There she is...” you heard Steve whisper in a low tone. “ I was worried for a second, maybe the tea was too much.”
“ T-tea?” you finally managed to get out the words feeling like sandpaper against your tongue. What was he talking about? You blinked a few times, your vision cleared, and you noticed Steve leaning over you.
“It was just a little something to get you to relax,”
Your eyes followed his arm as he reached between your legs. Your eyes widened at the fact that your leggings were pooled at your ankles exposing your cotton panties. How had you not noticed? You tried to close your thighs together and reached for his arm in an attempt to stop him, but your grip was weak and he simply shrugged you off, forcing your legs wider.
“S-steve Stop!” You tried to scoot further from him and against the window.
He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back toward him and quickly covered your mouth, “Shhh...” he whispered a smirk slowly appearing on his face as he pointed to the rest of the bus. Confident in his threat he removed his hand from your mouth.
“ You always were so quiet. Standing in the back of the elevator hoping not to be noticed. Oh, but I noticed you, those tight little skirts you wear, the way you bite your lips when you were thinking too hard.” he replied in a low voice careful that any of the other passengers wouldn’t hear him. “ I was going to wait until we got to the resort but...you just made it hard,” His hand made his way back in between your thighs where his thumb began to circle the swell of your clit through your panties. You could feel the wetness that had already formed while you were passed out.
Steve dipped his head into the crook of your neck and peppered kisses on your skin. His tongue glided against your skin as you tried to push him off of you, but he felt as if he weighed a ton. You were weakened by whatever he gave you plus he was Captain America, a god among men. You can hear him as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell for help. But you also didn’t want the attention, just as he threatened.
"Steve Please-" you begin but he quickly covered your mouth. " Sweetheart, there will be plenty of time for begging," he cooed as he managed to free himself from his jeans.
Before you could think he grabbed a fistful of your hair as he sat back into his seat pulling you down towards his lap where his cock poked through the zipper of his jeans.
"In your mouth." He slapped the side of your cheek lightly, but you did not move immediately. Instead, your eyes were focused on the seat across the aisle with your sleeping colleague in it. You had a hard time coming to terms with what was happening. "Sweetheart, I don't like repeating myself."
Tears sprang to your eyes but you knew it would be better to just comply. Maybe if you did what he wanted it would be over quicker. You wet your plump lips before taking him in. The taste of him evaded your mouth, his precum coating your tongue. Head thrown back, he released a low grunt, "Atta girl."
The grip on your hair was tighter, as he moved your up and down his cock. You took him down your throat best you could as he held you there. Your spit pooled at the base of his length as you tapped him to let you up for air. "Ah, fuck you're good at this," he complimented before forcing you down again. “ You could quit your job and become my personal cock sucking slut.” Closing your eyes you did your best to tune everything out and just focus on the task at hand. Maybe the quicker he finished the quicker this would be over.
Before you could totally focus on blocking everything out he suddenly yanked you off of him causing you to yelp. “ Uh uh, not yet,” he pulled you onto his lap and made quick work of your leggings. He placed his hands on inside your thighs spreading them. He slowly began to grind himself against the flimsy wet cotton that kept him from your entrance. “ I can’t tell you how long I have waited for this. All the different places I thought about taking you...yet surprisingly a bus was not one of them,”
He lifted you slightly pulling your panties to the side and reaching under you to take his cock into his hand. He pumped it once before sliding it against your wet lips. He moved his hands to your hips as he moved against you. His fingers dug into your hips, his grip capable of leaving bruises. It was as if he wanted to snap you in half, but instead of crushing you, which he could have easily done, he aligned himself with your entrance and thrusted upwards impaling you. He released a deep groan.
His entry burned and stretched your walls as you weren't completely ready to receive him. You released a pained groan and Steve immediately moved to cover your mouth. "You don't want everyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are... do you?"
You immediately felt panicked as you looked around the bus, everyone either sleeping or consumed by whatever media they entertained themselves with. Steve's hand left your mouth traveling to your neck where he tightened his hold on you. He pushed you back into him so that your back was flush with his chest. You could hear him breathe as his lips were against your ear. His hips were still as if he were giving you a moment to adjust to his size.
"Please- please let me go...I won't tell anyone..." you begged. "Oh, I know you won't." He replied. "Who is going to believe you? I'm America's Golden Boy." He gave a sharp thrust of his hip and you released a silent sob. He began to move slowly, not out of comfort for you, but not to draw attention to the both of you.
He released a hiss, " Fuck Sweetheart, I knew your pussy would be the perfect fit." He slowly thrust into you, moving his hands under your thighs to lift your legs. If anyone were to turn around your pussy was completely exposed to them. You buried your face in your hands, as they grew wet from your tears. "Aw, you're crying. Don't cry." He shushed you with gentle kisses on your cheek and neck. His kisses were a stark contrast to the brutal way he was handling your body.
"Don't act like you don't like it, you want this," he cooed into your ear.
"No, Please it hurts." He gripped your chin tightly in his large hand, turning your head to face him. " Oh yeah? Then why the fuck are you drenching my cock?" He moved his fingers up his shaft gathering the wetness onto his fingers. He brought them up to your eyes to see. " See that? See how you’re reacting to me? I can feel you squeezing my cock " He brought his fingers to your lips and you immediately turned your head away from him.
"Clean them up." He ordered. But you still refused to look in his direction. You heard his tongue click and he released your hips before pressing his fingers to your lips while his other hand held your jaw aggressively. The pressure caused you to loosen your jaw for relief and he stuck his fingers right in. You feared he would actually snap your jaw, as you knew him to be capable of. You hesitated but moved your tongue to lap your essence from his fingers. " That's my good girl." He groaned into your ear. And he resumed his slow pace of thrusting into you.
" I won't have to hurt if you just comply. I can make you feel better than Nathaniel could ever."
Nathaniel. That was the man you were supposed to meet on the date that one night you stood up. How did he know his name? You never mentioned his name before. “ H-how?” you managed to ask despite his fingers in your mouth.
“ Like I said sweetheart, I wanted this for a long time. I wasn’t going to let some nobody take what is mine.” Steve slowed taking slow deliberate strokes inside of you. His cock repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. One of his hands lifted your sweater exposing your breasts as he took a nipple between his fingers. As much as you hated the thought, his fingers were skilled at torturing you. You involuntarily released a moan.
“ That’s it, sweetheart. No need to fight it,”
Your mind was reeling and it was hard to think about anything other than how he was making you feel. Against your wishes, your body reacted in favor of Steve’s ministrations. He squeezed your hips again and his thrusts become harder, “ Fuck! The way your pussy is gripping my cock...” Breath hitching you grip the seat in front of you, and you can feel yourself unraveling. A spring within you threatening to pop. Steve’s hands leave your nipple and grab a fistful of hair turning your head to face him and you try not to meet his eyes. “ Look at me when you drench my cock in your cum.” And reluctantly your eyes meet his.
He slams himself into you again lifting your leg to rest on the seat’s armrest. You can’t help but shake, sinking your nails into his thigh as your head pounds. Your pussy clenches down on his cock tightly and you try to muffle your moan into his shoulder. “ That’s a good girl...” Your vision goes white yet you still feel him burying himself deep inside of you. His thrusts are slow as he comes inside of you. He makes sure to bury himself inside of you as he continues to fill you.
He lets out a relieved sigh as you you try to fight the urge to cry. He pushes you off of him and you could feel his cum dripping onto your seat. You quickly pull your sweater down and reach for your leggings feeling utterly humiliated. He chuckles catching your attention as he looks past you and out of the window.
“Would you look at that? We are already here and that means I have a whole weekend to break you in.”
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unspoken duties | loki laufeyson !
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synopsis: Prince Loki has taken a special interest in you.
content warning: prince!loki, f!servant!reader, RAPE/NONCON, sexual assault, power imbalance, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, innocence/virginity kink, lmk if I missed any !
notes: it’s shorter than I anticipated but it is what it is. thank you to @b0fi for requesting :-))
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You had only been working at the castle for a little over two months. It was your first job all alone without your mother by your side. It was meant to be the two of you before she opted to remain serving King Rogers in the Kingdom adjacent to Asgard. You were devastated, you sobbed for many nights even before you made the move.
Not that the crying ever stopped, only now it was for different reasons. Prince Loki had an unnerving air to him.
The other servants dismissed your concerns, saying that he is just rude and entitled. He’s like that with all of us, they would say.
Only, he wasn’t. He seemed to have a certain interest in you, the youngest of all the servants. He was crueler to you. He would look at you for too long, order you to do obscure tasks but was never content with the work you did. You also couldn’t forget the time he “accidentally” flipped your skirt as you were bent down, organizing the books in his room for the umpteeth time. They can never stay in place, he says, you ought to do a better job.
It didn’t help that he always called for you in the evenings as he was being readied for bed. Sometimes he was completely nude when you’d walk in, unabashedly waltzing around bare. His manhood was always slightly erect and hanging between his legs with his smirk illuminated by the candlelight.
He wasn’t like that with the rest of the women.
Most times, it was like he hadn’t seen them at all.
Natasha would walk into the library where he sat reading and he would pay her no mind, not even when she spoke to him. But as soon as you entered the room you could feel his burning eyes on you as you dusted the shelves. Predatory eyes following you wherever you went.
But he was never satisfied with your work and he made sure you knew it. Sometimes you thought he was doing it on purpose to keep you from straying too far.
+
As you set the table for dinner, you jumped in surprise as the door creaked open. Your heartbeat sped up as Prince Loki stepped inside.
“Prince Loki,” you bowed, “dinner is not yet served.”
“Yes, I am aware. Always quite laggard, you,” he gave you a look up and down.
You cleared your throat, “my apologies, Prince Loki.”
You picked up your speed, wiping down the table at a faster pace before assembling two places with appropriate silverware for the two Princes. You did what you could to keep yourself from bending over, even with the coverage of your almost knee length skirt, you still did not want to be subject to his predatory staring.
You could feel Loki watching you still. The room was filled with the sound of his foot tapping the ground lightly in impatience. “Serve dinner at once.”
You scurried to the kitchen and assembled two servings as quickly as you could.
The flu had been running rampant in Asgard. Much of the staff had been exposed and were currently bedridden. Only you and three others were healthy. The four of you had divided the jobs evenly and you were stuck with the kitchen and the surrounding areas. Your duties entailed cooking and you were nervous. You lacked proper training and you settled for a basic dish.
You carried both of the plates in your hand as you reentered the dining room. Loki was sitting in his seat, bored look on his face. His back straightened as you came into view. You walked over to Prince Thor’s side of the table, setting down his own plate. You stretched over the table to reach Prince Loki.
He clicked his tongue, “is that the way to treat your Prince, darling. Don’t forget your manners.”
You bowed your head, “My apologies, Prince Loki.” You hesitantly walked over to him, feeling the coldness of his body against your arm as you set the plate before him. He inhaled deeply and you weren’t sure if he was inhaling the aroma of your cooking or the smell of your skin.
He said nothing as he lifted a golden spoon and took a small bit of the food. You watched him with a worried expression, hoping just that what you had done was satisfactory.
He made a face of disgust, “well, you just can’t do anything right, can you?”
You weren’t sure how to respond so you stayed silent for a few moments. “I am sorry, Prince Loki. The recipe called for the amount of salt. I simply followed directions.”
“And you did not find it appropriate to taste it before serving it to us?” His long, ring-clad fingers tapped the table.
“I did not have a taste, Prince Loki, no.”
“Why don’t you give it a try then, hm?” His eyes are hard as he reaches for your chin. His touch was gentle yet it made you feel as if you couldn’t move a muscle. He moved the golden spoon to your mouth, nodding his head ever so slightly until you parted your lips. He pushed it inside, the flavor was ambrosial, though you had to admit, he was right. A tad salty. It was almost unnoticeable. In fact, you’re sure you wouldn’t have noticed the inappreciable saline flavor if it wasn’t for the expecting emerald stare.
You were prepared to apologize, beg for forgiveness, anything to save you from the expected punishment from the head maid when she caught wind of this. But you were stunned as he continued to push the spoon further into your mouth, eyes twilinking with something unsettling. You looked up at him with confusion and slight fear. The gold prodded the back of your throat. You started to gag only to abruptly stop at the sound of a disapproving click of his tongue. The rush flavors from the slightly over seasoned food slipped down your throat and you fought to contain your gagging. You couldn’t contain it and an indecent retch erupted from you.
He held the spoon still, curved bottom pushing down on the back of your tongue. His expression remained unphased but you swore his eyes held amusement. He pulled the spoon out, setting it down beside his plate as Thor made his entrance. He sat as you bowed to the approaching blonde prince, blinking back the tears that had pricked your eyes only seconds before.
Thor smiled at you, polite as always before taking his own seat. He clapped his hands loudly, “shall we eat, brother?”
Loki said nothing, he simply picked up his spoon and scooped up a bite. Across the table, his brother did the same.
Thor closed his eyes as he chewed on the food. He called your name with a serious tone, your blood ran cold. “This is utterly fantastic, my dear.”
“Yes,” Loki agreed much to your confusion, “spectacular, darling.”
You were in shock. Had he not just criticized the dish moments earlier?
You let go of the breath you held, “thank you, Prince Thor,” you paused and with hesitance said, “thank you, Prince Loki.”
You fled the room as quickly as you could, doing what you could to avoid looking eager. These types of occurrences were not rare with the Prince. He was always mean and critical towards you directly but would praise you when you were within earshot of his family. What was rare was what he had done with the golden spoon. It was daring and utterly inappropriate. The only other time he had laid a hand on you in a scandalous way was when he had flipped your skirt.
It unnerved you and the scene would not leave your brain for the remainder of the day.
+
Just as you were going to retire to bed, Maria peaked her head through your door, “you’ve been summoned by Prince Loki.”
You sighed as soon as she left. You fixed yourself up and made your way to his room. Your mind was racing and you were scared to face him again in fear that he would do something inappropriate again.
You fiddled with the hem of your uniform skirt as you stood by Prince Loki’s door. You knocked as confidently as you could, waiting for him to open the door and let you in. You took a few breaths to calm yourself. But all that was thrown out as soon as the door creaked open.
You stepped inside, taking in the scent of his room as you made your way to the bookshelf after a brief bow. His hair was wet and his skin had a pink flush, he had likely just gotten out of the bath. He wore only a bathrobe, it was made of green silk to match his usual attire.
You heard a chuckle behind you but you ignored it, instead you knelt before the books and began to hastily organize them.
“Don’t rush, darling,” his voice was closer and you could practically feel his stare burning your backside.
“Yes, sir.”
He groaned. The hair on the back of your neck stood. “I like it when you’re polite. Sir.”
You didn’t say anything and he clicked his tongue.
Seconds later you felt the warmth of his body behind you. In fear you kept your eyes on the books. Maybe if you ignored it, he would go away.
A hand came to rest on your hip and you jumped at the sensation. His hips rocked forward, pressing his pelvis to your ass. The hard outline of his cock pushed into your flesh causing you to gasp. You tried to pull away but he caught you, tightening his grip on your side.
Another groan fell from his lips, “so warm. I wonder how your tight, little cunt is gonna feel. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”
All the air left your lungs and you felt your lip wobble. You were. You never had time for men or boys, you were too busy helping your mother around. You didn’t respond and he began to grind his hips into yours, the hands holding you in place began to inch closer and closer to your pussy.
“I asked you a question, darling.”
You tried to fight back your tears by focusing on the books in front of you rather than the man behind you. “Prince Loki, please let me go.”
“No,” he said simply. “You’re my servant. You are to do what I say.”
You lunged forward at the feeling of his cold fingers reaching under your dress. He pinched at the flesh of your thigh, causing a tingling sensation to erupt in your cunt.
“Mm,” he groaned, hip thrusts speeding up. “Untouched little virgin.”
A tear fell from your eyes along with a shaky inhale.
“Brother! I must speak to you at once!”
The familiar booming voice had never sounded so heavenly. You ripped yourself from Prince Loki’s grasp just as the door flew open and the strong, blonde Prince walked in.
“Ah,” he said upon seeing you. His eyes flicked from you to his brother. Once, twice. “Hm.”
You reached up to wipe your tears and fix your skirt, “excuse me, Prince Thor. I was summoned by Prince Loki to assist in organizing his bookshelf.”
“At this hour?” He gave his brother a look of judgement. “Well, you’re free to return to the chambers. You may assist him tomorrow.” He offered you a gentle smile and you returned it surprisingly genuinely.
Prince Thor is kind. He’s lively and funny and he treats all the staff with the appropriate respect. He’s just decent if you really thought about it. But even that was far better than most of the other royalty.
You scurried back to your room and locked the door behind you. You sank to the floor and let the tears you had held fall.
+
The following days, Prince Thor began to request you more and more. Considering that he was the heir of the throne, his wishes were top priority. Even above Prince Loki’s. You were relieved and you tried your best to make it known without being too out front.
You smiled more, talked more and overall returned to your true self. It was someone you haven't seen since you were a child. It was scary but it was a pleasant change that you welcomed with open arms.
Prince Loki had done the opposite. He summoned you so many times a day the head maid had stopped telling you. So, even if you weren’t hearing it, you knew it was happening. But you couldn’t be bothered because you had not faced him since. You were busy from morning to night assisting Prince Thor.
After breakfast, Prince Thor had ordered you to dust the library. So you practically skipped over to the large room and began your task.
Aside from the usual discomfort from Prince Loki that came with the room, it was one of your favorites. You loved to read and being able to look through and care for the collection of books was your favorite part of the castle.
It was different from Prince Loki’s room because it was in an open space and not in a secluded bedroom.
As you dusted and organized the books, you stood on a moving ladder that allowed you to reach the higher shelves. You were so entranced by the pages of a novel Prince Thor had recommended earlier in the week that you did not hear the door open. Nor the footsteps that led to where you were standing.
“Oh, yes,” his daunting voice said, “this is what I like to see.”
You yelped and the book fell from your hands, landing on the ground beneath you. You caught yourself before you could fall.
Prince Loki stood under you, peering up under your skirt. You clenched your thighs shut tight, your heartrate picking up immediately.
“No, no,” he said, taking his cold hands and prying your thighs open to their previous position. “Keep them open for me. I want to see your pretty pussy.”
You ignored him, shutting them again. “I’m sorry, Prince Loki. Prince Thor ordered me to make the library spotless, I must return to work.”
“You will return to work when I allow it.”
You swallowed as his hand crept up your leg. “Open them wide for me. I would like to taste your pure, virgin essence. You’re probably as sweet as sugar, darling.”
“No, Prince Lo-“
“Do as I say!” He bellowed. You flinched as he forced his head in between your thighs.
He had never been so verbally direct so you tried to loosen up and do as told until an escape presented itself.
You shakily opened your legs and he dove in. His tongue lapped your cunt through your panties, dampening the fabric. Involuntarily, you jolted up and away from this mouth.
His hands moved to pull on your hips and bring them closer to his awaiting lips. His tongue flicked at a rapid pace, lapping at your covered clit. You gasped, feeling your balance wavering.
He removed his head, “take those off. I can’t taste you.”
You didn’t move. He sighed in annoyance and all but pried your hands from the ladder. You wiggled in his hold as he dragged you away. You reached for whatever you could. You caught hold of the railing and you planted your feet to the ground as sobs fell from you.
Prince Loki huffed, “fine. Make this difficult.”
He flipped your skirt like he had before and he yanked your panties down your legs in one movement. The cold air of the room made you shiver as it came in contact with your pussy.
Prince Loki smacked your ass, groaning as the skin rippled. “I’ve been dying to catch a glimpse of this pretty pussy, darling.” You were in shock.
You tried to pull away again, but he delivered another slap. Only this time it was harder. You flinched in pain.
“Please,” you could still feel the burn of the area.
“Of course, darling. No need to beg me.”
You almost let go of the railing, relieved that he was going to let you go. Instead, his lips reconnected with your cunt, lapping rapidly at your mound once more.
That hadn’t been what you meant. Despair filled your body as his tongue circled your clit and licked up the slick that had begun to leak from you.
You whined loudly. The sensation was so new to you, it felt foreign. You hated the way your body wanted to lean into it. Your legs were shaking and your hold on the railing was so tight it had begun to hurt.
“It’s so obvious you’ve never been touched,” his voice was slightly muffled, “you’re so sensitive.”
He suckled at your mound as his hands kneaded the flesh of your ass above his head. You had stopped crying and your mind was racing. Were you… enjoying this?
One of his long fingers prodded at your hole, circling it. You were distracted by his tongue on your bud that you didn’t notice as he pushed the finger in slowly. A sudden pain rushed through your body and your eyes widened.
“No, please, Prince Loki, don’t.”
He ignored you and continued pushing his finger in until the entire length was inside. He held it there for a few seconds as his tongue continued its assault on your cunt.
Slowly, this finger slid in and out. Squelching noises filled the room. You felt your face heat from embarrassment of the lewd sound.
“So wet,” he said, suckling harshly at your nub.
You felt something building in your belly and your breathing became uneven.
“Let me go. Let me go,” your voice was weak and strained.
“Cum for me, darling. Let it go.”
Again. It was like he was speaking to you without actually speaking to you. Like he was altering your words to fit his wants. You just wanted him to let you leave. You didn’t want him.
Still, he’s tongue licked up your cunt, focusing on your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole. Soon, you felt a release in your belly as your body shook, your eyes closed and the pleasure turned to pain.
“Stop! Stop, please!” You cried, kicking one of your legs back.
He didn’t budge but he did stop. He pulled back and his eyes had darkened in the way you had learned to loathe. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined. You taste as pure as sugar.”
You grimaced, shakily standing and tugging your skirt down. He had rid you of your panties and you didn’t bother to look. You wanted to leave and pretend this had never happened.
The way he spoke disgusted you. You tried not to think about his comments as you stumbled to the door.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, darling. I felt how wet you were.”
+
You had returned to normal. You were back to being a shell of a person.
You woke up sweaty and breathing heavily more times than you would like to admit. As much as the rest of the royal staff — and even Prince Thor — tried, you couldn’t shake what had happened. But you still never told a soul.
I’m just not feeling well, you’d say.
Luckily, Prince Thor still kept you close. You wondered if he knew of the antics of his brother. You liked to believe he was protecting you, that he deemed you worthy of saving.
You still took your own precautions, though. You would make up any excuse not to serve at mealtimes or anywhere Prince Loki knew you frequented. Like the library, the gardens, or the kitchens. You’d rush to your room as quickly as you possibly could at the end of every night, praying you wouldn’t run into the Prince.
It worked for a few days. Until it didn’t.
You shut the door hastily and locked it, sighing in relief at the feeling of security. You turned slowly, feeling your heart plummet to the ground at the sight of the man sitting on your mattress.
“This is not very comfortable,” he said nonchalantly, like he hadn’t broken into your room. It was your only place of solace and you knew it would never feel that way again.
You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him in fear.
“I’ll arrange for you to have a new one put in as soon as possible,” he gave you an unnerving smile.
You didn’t know what to think.
“I have not been able to stop thinking about you, darling,” he stood from the bed. “The taste of you is otherworldly. Nothing compares.”
You took a step back as he took one towards you. “Prince Loki, you should not be here.”
“On the contrary, darling. I have to be here. I am drawn to you, to your sweet little hole. I must feel it. I must be the one to rid you of your innocence. I have waited,” he twirled a piece of your hair around his finger, “far too long.”
You felt your lips wobble, “please, no.”
“But I must, darling,” he made a faux face of worry, “it is your duty to serve me, is it not?”
A tear slipped. You wish you could say no, but he was right. Your mother had taught you to obey all orders no matter what. But this was too much. You didn’t react.
Prince Loki grabbed your chin, his cold, calloused fingers burned your skin. “I want to claim your innocence as my own.”
Tears were falling quickly now and you couldn’t stand it. You didn’t care about what your mother or the other servants had said. This is not what you wanted. He would not claim your virtue.
You shoved him away, bolting towards the door. You fiddled with the locks, holding out hope that you would get out. But your room was small. He had caught up to you before you could unlock it.
The Prince gripped your hair and yanked it back, using his free hand to hold your throat. “You will do as told.”
He shoved you back, causing you to fall onto your bed. The familiar scent of your sheets was tainted with his aroma. How long had he been there?
You wasted no time pulling your clothes off. His eyes were hungry as they raked over your body. You tried to fight him off, pry his hands off but he wouldn’t budge. You watched as he slipped your panties into his pocket. Did he have your other pair?
He leaned down to kiss your pussy, open mouthed and greedy. He moaned at the taste before standing and ridding himself of his bottoms. You tried to run again but he stopped you, giving you a look filled with venom.
You flinched back and he forced your legs open with his own. You feared looking down but you couldn't help yourself.
His cock was red and angry, it was curved and you couldn’t imagine it fitting inside you.
“Prince, no, please, please, no!” You writhed under him, pushing on the hands that held down your wrists.
He propped himself up, hold tight on your wrists as he spit onto your cunt. You weren’t wet this time, you knew that.
That didn’t stop him, he persisted. He gathered the spit with the tip of his dick, circling his hard shaft against your mount.
“Are you afraid?” He asked, eyes trained on your face as you looked down. “I know you are.”
You began to kick your legs. He rolled his eyes and forced your legs open wider with his own, limiting your movements.
His cock brushed your hole and you gasped at the feeling. He began to push himself in and you held your breath, your tears were hot and trailing down your face and neck.
It felt like his finger had, only worse. His cock was bigger and thicker. He leaned down to lap at your tears.
“My little virgin,” he whispered. “You’re all mine, darling.”
You were sobbing uncontrollably as he bottomed out. You still weren’t wet and it felt like sandpaper as he pulled out. It didn’t seem that way for him because his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. He spit a few more times before pushing back in.
You screamed in pain, hoping someone, anyone would come to help you. You knew they could hear you and that only added to your despair. “Please,” you repeated like a mantra. Plearse stop.
“So lovely when you beg, darling,” he said, burying his face into your neck. He licked at the tears that had fallen there and moaned at the taste before thrusting at a steady pace. You couldn’t stop crying.
“Relax, darling. I can feel you getting wetter by the second, just let yourself enjoy it.”
That couldn’t be true. There was no way you were ever going to enjoy an interaction like this. But soon you hear the squelching noises you had heard before and your body let out an involuntary moan. It was quiet but you knew he had heard it. He began to thrust faster, harder.
“You’re so tight, my darling.”
My darling. You felt sick.
You wanted to kick him, punch him, hurt him. He stole your virtue away. He had no right.
Or did he?
“You’re so obedient, my darling. You’re doing so well.”
Finally something had satisfied him, you thought.
You were sobbing as moans and whined fell from your lips, they mingled with his own sounds of pleasure.
You felt the familiar weight in your belly. No, no, no.
His fingers reached to rub circles into your mound. You didn’t last after that.
You spasmed around his cock, your walls clenched around it.
“Fuck, my darling, you’re heavenly,” he panted. “I’m gonna paint your insides white.”
You didn’t know what he meant by that but you didn’t want to find out. You weakly thrashed under him, straining against his hold on your wrists legs and legs.
A sudden burst of warmth shot through your body. He collapsed onto you while you laid frozen in shock.
He had bred you. Your mother had told you to never let a man breed you.
You were still in shock as he kissed your neck lazily. He hauled himself up and planted a kiss on your frozen lips. He pulled his bottoms on and started for the door, “I will return tomorrow, my darling.”
#CHECK WARNINGS#loki (belle’s version)#by belle !#bellegetsdark#mcu loki#loki laufeyson#dark!loki#dark!loki laufeyson#loki god of mischief#loki of asgard#loki x reader#loki x you#loki x y/n#dark!loki x reader#dark marvel smut#loki x reader smut#loki smut#dark!marvel#prince!loki#prince!loki x reader#unspoken duties !
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Masterlist
WARNING! Most of the following contain SMUT and/or have a DARK theme!
Disclaimer! These Fanfics aren't mine! They're just some of my favorites. Check at the bottom to see when it was last updated. I've made a second masterlist which I'll be updating once in a while.
Masterlist II
Dark-♤ Angst-♧ Fluff-♡ Smut-♢
Shoulder to Cry On
Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: you have a rough break up and Agatha invites you over to make you feel better.
Rated- ♧♡
Witch hunter
Paring; Agatha Harkness x witchhunter!reader
Summary: as a friend of Blade, whilst he hunts monsters, you focus on ending the witches of old that have come to ruin the future. Agatha Harkness happens to be one of them, but she isn’t running into your trap, it’s the other way around.
Rated-♤♢♧
Say You Want Me
Parings; Agatha harkness x reader
Summery: your neighbor agatha's seen you looking at her, and she gets the wrong idea-- or, well... sort of.
Rated-♢
Closer
Parings; Salem!Agatha Harkness x Reader
Summary: you and Agatha are forced to share a bed while out for the coven.
Rated- ♡
Working Together For Her
Paring; Agatha x reader x Wanda
Summary: Y/N escapes to Westview, on the run, and Wanda and Agatha pause their fight to work together and help her.
Rated- ♧♡
Make Me Feel Special
Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader
Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.
Rated- ♤♢
Jealousy
Paring; Jealous!Agatha x reader
Summary: you have been getting too close with Wanda and Agatha doesn't like that.
Rated- ♤♢
Taste Of A Poison Paradise
Pairing; Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’s your wedding day, and you’re freaking out with the stress and anxiety of it all. Fortunately, your future mother-in-law is there to help.
Rated- ♤♢
Love Thy Neighbour
Paring; Agatha Harkness x reader
Summary: Wanda’s spell did quite a number on Agatha. She forgot who she was. Her powers gone. But ever since she met you, she's been her memories and powers come back.
Rated- ♤♢
Oh Red String of Fate
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader
Summary: you're Agatha's soul mate.
Rated- ♡
Broken Doll
Paring; Bucky x reader x Steve
Summary: Steve and Bucky have to now live with the consequences after they have broken you.
Rated- ♧
July
Paring; Cate Blanchett x reader
summary; you’ve been in australia on vacation and made a new friend, maybe more than just a friend. When your time comes to an end you reminisce the last weeks and doubt your feelings.
Rated- ♡♧
Right here right now
Paring; Carol Aird x reader
Summary: What if Carol went away by herself over Christmas and met you instead? One morning your eyes lock across the room at a motel and you spend the day together, getting to a women's bar where things heat up and you end up getting a hotel room together.
Rated- ♡♢
The Animal I Become
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader
Summary: Being the eldest daughter of Rey Mysterio, it surprises most that she’s nothing like her family. After her father and family ban her from wrestling due to her violence, she is officially the black sheep, but breaks that rule, coming back to help during an attack from the Judgement Day, only to be scolded by her father for the madness she started, then running into someone who knows her like no one else…
Rated-♧♢
Animal Unleashed
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader
Summary: After having a meeting with Judgement Day, making official plans to join and also ending the issues the reader created with Rhea Ripley after attacking her, they find the perfect way to show that the Reader is now apart of Judgement Day, joining in on the attack on her family, letting the world know she’s walking her own path away from her Mysterio family, unleashing the animal she knows she is…
Rated-♢♢♢
Tag Team
Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley
Summary: Rhea and Damian take turns having their way with Y/n.
Rated-♢♢♢
I Can Keep A Secret, Can You?
Paring; Eve Fletcher x Camgirl!Reader
Summary: The camgirl that helps Eve edge into oblivion every night changes her life in more ways than one.
Rated-♢
Miss Deavor
Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader
Summary: Not everyone needs a screen to be under Evelyn Deavor's wiles. As her brother's assistant, you can attest to that.
Rated- ♢
To Attend the Cruise
Paring; Evelyn Deavor x reader
Summary: You're desperate for a reporting gig at the Everjust cruise. Perhaps Evelyn Deavor can arrange something?
Rated- ♢
Energy Source
Paring; Hela x reader
Summary: Hela has you locked up in a dark dungeon cell to use you as an energy source. But she's nice to you.
Rated- ♤♡
Pleasing your Queen
Paring; Hela x reader
Summary: You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.
Rated- ♢
El Amor Duele
Paring; Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Marc and Steven suspect there is another alter looming about as you begin to notice small mannerisms/movements that don't belong to either of them. You try and lure the new guy out.
Rated-♢♧
Through the Looking Glass
Pairings; Jake Lockley x fem!reader, Steve Grant x fem!reader, Marc Spector x fem!reader
Summary: “I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.” —Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Rated-♤♢♧
Love Is A Hard Thing
Paring; Lady Tremaine x reader
Summary: You are one of the staff workers of the household belonging to Lady Tremaine. Let’s just say you caught her eye.
Rated- ♧♡
So Pure, So Dirty and Raw
Pairings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
Summary: Lilith is your boss, and she's been waiting to make you hers.
Rated-♤
Nightmarish
Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
Summary: You have an appointment with your psychiatrist.
Rated-♢
You're My Property
Parings; Lilith Ritter x fem!reader
summary: You just want her attention. She is your boss, you're her secretary.
Rated- ♢
Special Friend
Parings; CG!Loki x little!reader
Summary: loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form.
Rated-♡
Don't listen to them
Paring; Loki x little!reader
Summary: Loki is in the glass cell and reader is with Thor in a room with the avengers talking bad about Loki. Reader is upset and goes looking for Loki.
Rated- ♡
Good Girl, Bad Grades
Paring; Professor!Loki x reader
Summary: Your grades in Professor Laufeyson's class have been slipping recently. You are distracted - because of him. Professor Laufeyson invites you to his office to discuss your grades and it seems that despite his disappointment in you, he may have a way to help you improve them.
Rated- ♢♡
Workout
Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
Summary: You needy for Rhea, so she gives you what you want in the gym bathroom.
Rated-♢
A Hard Fuck
Paring; Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader
Summary: You call Rhea a bitch during an argument and she doesn't take it lightly.
Rated-♢
Jealousy Jealousy
Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader
Summary: You get jealous of Rhea and Liv but Rhea shows you she belongs to you.
Rated-♢♢♢
Tease Me, Please Me
Paring; Rhea Ripley x fem!reader
Summary: "I want you to ride my thigh until you're a whimpering fucking mess, and if you come, then I'll punish you for it."
Rated-♢♢♢
The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess
Parings; DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie, Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)
Summary: Wanda and Valkyrie think you'll be the perfect fit as their princess, so their take you as theirs.
Rated-♤♢
She’s in Your Mind
Pairing; Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Instead of whispering “run” Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running.
Rated- ♤♢
20th Birthday
Paring; LegalGuardian!WandaMaximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: After your father's 'sudden' death you are being placed under the custody of his neighbor and close family friend, Wanda. She has been waiting for this moment since she laid eyes on you many years ago swearing in that you will be completely hers. Mind and body. And you being her innocent dumb little baby, that will be just a matter of time.
Rated-♢♡
Stephen Doesn’t Have to Know
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda had captured you in her palace when she took you from Stephen, she planned to make you hers to get back at him but she found herself taking a liking to you.
Rated- ♢♡
Training
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: When misbehaving in public after your owner told you to obey, you are punished for your trouble.
Rated- ♤♢
After School Special
Paring; Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.
Rated- ♡♢
First Times Aren't Shameful
Paring; Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Your first time with mommy Wanda is filled with lots of soft praises and big feelings.
Rated- ♢
Her World
Paring; Dark!Mommy!Wanda x little!reader
Summary: After Wanda lost Pietro and then Vision she can't risk to lose you as well. So, she took you with her to Westview and live her perfect life with you as her little angel, like she always wanted.
Rated- ♤♡
Only Mommy Can See You Like This
Paring; Mommy!Wanda x reader
Summary: Professor Wanda gets jealous of you while teaching class and decides to make you stay after to remind you who you belong to.
Rated- ♢♡
Last updated 02/18/23
#fic rec#tony stark x reader#lady tremaine x reader#evelyn deavor x reader#agatha harkness x reader#lilith ritter x reader#loki x reader#valkyrie x reader#kathryn hahn x reader#bucky x you#lou miller#jake lockley x fem!reader#hela x reader#hela odinsdottir x reader#dark!marvel#rhea ripley x reader#damian priest x reader
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MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION!
𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔪𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰 ||𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔵 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 ||
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After (Y/N) and Doctor Strange are banished to his incursion-stricken universe by the Scarlet Witch, they meet an alternate version of Stephen, corrupted by the Darkhold. In desperate need to find a way back to stop the Scarlet Witch, the heroes are faced with yet another challenge: Sinister Strange's obsession for (Y/N).
𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔰/𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: DARK THEMES, implied stalking, implied character death, obsessive behaviour, graphic depictions of blood loss and death, angst. Reader discretion is advised.
𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: (Comment/reblog/use my inbox if you wish to be tagged in the upcoming chapters!) @paola-carter @levitationcloak @heartwound @ghost-lantern @dopeqff @dragonqueen89 @cereneciderr @weirdhorrorenthusiast @fadedeuphoria @yuugenmomo @slut-for-eddie-munson @catherinewind05 @kiahthehuffinpuff12 @severuined @singhfae @justsomecreaturewandering @lovecleastrange @queenofspades6 @sherlux @marcelin3 @fire-treasure-iii @freshmoneyalmondathlete @sweet0pia-uwu @sanctumsanctorumshenanigans @nancy-thompsons @kuboshu1 @mylovelyreblogs @uncle-eggy @dishwasher666 @andrewswifes-blog @darealbellabelleoftheball @jekyllhydetrash @sonnensplitter @isasv @d0ct0rstrangewife @strangelockd @evelynrosestuff
ɑ/ɳ: Another Marvel series to the shelve, right besides Saturn Gardens. This one however, will be a short series, with only 5 chapters!
𝑃𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸: 𝐿𝐴𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝑂𝑆𝐴
𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖: 𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝐴𝑁𝑇
𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖𝑖: 𝑊𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼 𝑅𝐸𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅
𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖𝑖𝑖: 𝐼𝑇 𝑊𝐴𝑆𝑁'𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐹𝐴𝑈𝐿𝑇
𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑖𝑣: 𝑀𝑌 𝑃𝐴𝑆𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐹𝑈𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸
𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸: 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑆
#doctor strange x reader#sinister strange x reader#dark!marvel#dark!doctor strange#dark!doctor strange x reader#marvel#multiverse of madness#multiverse of madness spoilers#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic series
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Forbidden Fruit |||
Warning: dark!criminal!Bucky Barnes x dark!cop!Steve Rogers x fem!reader, eventual non-con/dub-con, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, gun violence, violence in general
Summary: After some time away, the town's golden boy is back to reclaim his title and his girl. Unfortunately for him, trouble has followed him home.
Word Count: 2.7k
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Since you had come in late, you figured it was only fair to make up for the hours missed by helping close the diner. It was quiet compared to how business roared during the day, and sometimes you preferred it to your morning shifts just to get away from the usual. That wasn't to say you didn't like your regulars, but certain people did put a damper on things.
You had just checked out the last of your customers for the night. The young couple shuffled out of the booth, leaving behind a few bucks for a tip before heading out the door. "Thank you, guys. Come back and see us." They threw their hand up on their way out.
You moved around the counter to their table, tucking the few bucks away with the rest of your tips and cleaning up the mess. Nat took the opportunity to lock the door and turn off the glowing open sign before anyone else tried to walk in.
It was always good feeling locking up because you knew you didn't have to serve anymore customers.
You raked off the dishes with a fork into the floor before taking the back to the kitchen for Pietro to wash with the rest of the dishes.
"Good news. This is it." You assured. He thanked you kindly before taking the last of the dishes. You returned to the table afterwards.
You often wondered how Wanda and Pietro made it through their shifts without bickering. Especially for as long as you had known them, but you guessed being on two separate ends of the building helped too.
"Freedommmm." Nat threw her arms up, earning a laugh from you and Wanda.
She smiled in response before plopping down in the booth with Wanda to help her fold up some silverware. You wiped down the table and seats while listening to them create small talk.
You glanced out the window at the dark street. Home wasn't far from the diner, but considering it was dark, it only had the walk seem longer. Even having known the people in the town as long as you had, you were fond of the idea of walking home in night.
"No, Nat. Seriously you should have seen him, I don't know what came over him. I've never seen Steve like that." Wanda attempted to talk quietly even though you could still her. Maybe in a busy restaurant she might have went unheard.
You peaked over the booth you were cleaning at them. By the way Wanda leaned closer against the table, you could tell she was trying to keep you from hearing.
"So he just broke the glass out of nowhere? No one knows what set him off?" Nat muttered.
God, they were awful at whispering.
"If you ask me, I think Steve saw her with that new guy." Wanda stopped folding, nearly leaning over the table.
"You mean the one with the long hair? Wears the gloves?"
"That's the one." Wanda confirmed.
You rolled your eyes and finished wiping down the booth before you stood up. "You realize I can hear everything you're saying?" You pointed out.
Nat's eyes widen at your words and Wanda stumbled over her own. "Hey- I wasn't saying anything bad. I just know anything to do with him is a sore subject."
You walked around the counter again to wash your hands in the sink. You glanced at her as you dried your hands. "I don't care who you talk about. I can handle hearing about my ex." You assured. It was the truth, for the most part.
You moved over to the register, opening it to count down your drawer. You sat the till on the counter and shuffled through the money, counting in your head.
Nat spoke up from her seat. "I can't be the only one who thinks he's been a little different since that new guy came around."
"Oh no, I thought so too." Wanda admitted.
I paused counting. "Bucky?"
They both look at each other smirking slightly.
You rolled your eyes when you noticed. "You guys are awful." You mutter and shook your head. What number were you even on again? Oh, right. And you start back where you left off.
"I mean does it not seem that way to you?"
You sighed. You were never gonna get this done. "He's a customer. I haven't even been out with the guy. He gave me one ride to work, and that was only because I was on the side of the road."
"I offered to send the guys." Wanda reminded you.
"I would rather die."
They both burst out in laughter and you laughed a little yourself. Maybe it was a bit dramatic, but you were partly serious. You didn't want to give your ex the satisfaction of saving the day after he was to blame for many previous ruined ones. Like he was some hero or something.
"But seriously, I would rather walk than have to be in the same vehicle as him. I don't need his help." You admitted.
"Fair enough." Nat nodded while she proceeded to fold up some silverware. "Bucky is so cute though. I envy you. I'm gonna need to pop my own tire on the way to work and see if the hunk comes to my rescue."
Wanda laughed and you rolled your eyes. "Hey, now. Wait for a shift with Y/n before you do that. Ya know, just in case he doesn't come."
"Or do you think I should get under the hood? I'm just trying to figure out the best approach."
You set the cash aside, throwing a rag at Wanda and making them both laugh harder. "Seriously the worst."
--
"You sure it's not a problem? I can walk if it is. It's not big deal." You asked as you, Wanda, Nat, and Pietro exit the diner. You stopped for a moment to lock the door.
"You know it's not a problem." She assured. Nat and Pietro said their goodbyes before parting ways to their own cars, leaving you and Wanda on your own.
"I have tomorrow off, so I should have my car back then. Hopefully it won't cost me an arm and a leg." You said as you walked with her the rest of the way to her car.
"It's not a problem. You know I'd give you a ride any day." She looked over the roof of her car at you and unlocking the car.
You smile while reaching for the door, pausing when you hear a car pulling in over your shoulder.
"Is it not obvious we're closed?" You commented, glancing over at Wanda who stared behind you before giving you a look. You knew that look. It was one you had been all too familiar with lately and you sighed. You heard the car door open and shut behind you before you turned to confirm your suspicions.
"Wanda." Steve greeted Wanda with a smile before his eyes finally fell on you. This was currently new for him. He was stepping up his game from keeping an eye on you at the diner to stalking you out in the parking lot.
He didn't greet you though; only stared until you shifted awkwardly under his gaze. What could he want at this time of night? You were just trying to get home.
"Wanda," Steve finally broke the silence. "Do you mind if I talk to Y/n alone for a moment?"
He glanced at her over the roof and she looked at you for an answer. You gave a small nod before Wanda climbed into the car.
Steve didn't say anything, but you could tell he was searching for the words to say. You leaned back against the side of the car with your eyes on the pavement as you listened to the crickets.
"If I asked you a favor, would you listen?" He finally said.
You pulled your eyes to meet his. They were already staring at you, but you were almost positive they had been this whole time.
"What?"
"If asked you to do something for me, well for yourself really, would you listen to me?" He tried again.
You stare at him for a moment, watching him moving to lean beside you. So close if it wasn't for the inch between you, your arms would've been touching. "I'm sure I can guess what this is about."
"I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't think it was serious."
"I'm sure."
He didn't have to say anything for you to know where this conversation was going.
He shot you a look. "I just don't get a good feeling about this, Y/n. I can tell you guys are getting close, and if I'm being honest I don't think Bucky is a good person."
You knew that was coming, but who was he to tell you who you could befriend? "Do you know him?"
"No."
Because that makes perfect sense, right? "Have you talked to him before?"
"No." He answered again.
Your patience was starting to run thin already. Steve was the same guy who proposed to you, only to realize after some time this small town life would never be enough for him. Now here he was asking you to stay away from a man you hardly had anything to do with aside from serving him.
"I don't understand you." You shook your head in disbelief. "This is my job, Steve. He's a customer and I can't stop him from coming here just because you're unhappy. And here you are telling me about this feeling you have toward him, but you can't tell me a thing about him that makes him a bad person. Can you tell me how that makes sense?"
You moved off of the side of the car to face him.
He opened his mouth slightly, trying to figure out what to say. "I can't explain it. I really just need you to trust me." He looked down.
You stared at him in disbelief. "No."
His eyes shot up.
"I'm not going to just trust you, because I remember where that got me."
"I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry. All I've done is apologize since I've been back. All I'm asking is this one simple thing. Just stay away from him. If all you do is serve him, I don't see why it would be so hard for someone else to take his table." Steve pushed off of the car, standing just a step away.
"So because he's new to town, that means he's dangerous? Oh Heavens, why is anyone serving him then?" You gasped dramatically, putting your hand on your chest.
He ran his finger through his dark blonde hair, pushing it off of his forehead in frustration, pacing slightly in front of you. "I am trying to protect you."
"I can take care of myself. I don't need you to protect me, Steve." You argued back. He had some nerve asking anything from you after everything he had put you through. You finally rolled your eyes, pushing past him to the car. Fuck him and fuck whatever he was feeling.
You paused when you opened the door. "You know what that feeling is, Steve? That's a realization. Not some bad vibe, it's the realization that Bucky is probably better than you'll ever be."
His jaw ticked in anger, watching you starting to get in the car. "I'm just doing my job."
You held onto the door, turning to look at him. "You want to do your job, go patrol and stop stalking me."
He wished he could explain how wrong you were. He wished he would tell you that the real reality of things was nowhere near your bullshit assumption. Bucky was dangerous, and he still is.
Steve stood in the parking lot even after Wanda was driving away.
Why did you always have to be so damn stubborn? He stared after the car until the lights disappeared over the hill.
His thoughts were interrupted by slow clapping and his hand shot up to rest on his gun, staring in the direction the sound was coming from until a shadow slowly moved from the dark.
"I've gotta say, you put on one hell of a show." Bucky chuckled while he lifted his hands for Steve to see them.
"What are you doing here?" Steve demanded, his hand slowly curling around the gun on his side.
"Moving on. Is that not what we agreed on?" Bucky responded innocently. " But ya know it doesn't look like you're doing much of that." He pointed out while he stepped one foot in front of the other.
Steve pulled his gun from the holster, pointing it right at Bucky but his smirk never lessened.
"Oh come on, Rogers. Is that any way to greet your partner?"
"Oh sorry. Go to hell. Is that better." He spat.
Bucky threw his head back with an amused laugh. " Funny, I thought I was already there. I mean the way you trash talked this town, I expected worse honestly. But I see why you came back." Steve narrowed his eyes. "The whole uniform, the fancy squad car, even a gun. This town must really take kindly to criminals." He gestures toward Steve.
He clenched his jaw. Just pull the trigger. He told himself. It would solve everyone's problems.
"Oh..." Bucky started to bring his hand to his mouth, acting surprised. "They don't know, do they?" He tilted his head.
Steve took the gun off of safety so Bucky knew he wasn't playing around. Nor was he going to feed into his bullshit. He stepped closer to Bucky, pointing the gun right at his head. At this point, he didn't care who saw if anyone did.
"Go on." Bucky encouraged. "Pull the trigger. We both know you can. Let's just hope you have the plan this time. This is a pretty public place, Steve. I mean between someone seeing, all the blood you're going to have to clean up, an explanation for my disappearance. How about my body, Stevie? How do you plan on getting rid of my body?"
Steve was gritting his teeth so hard he was amazed they weren't broken.
Just do it. Fuck! Just fucking do it.
No, he's right. You'll never get away with this. Not here.
"Do it!" Bucky raised his voice. He wished he could, but he couldn't. Like he wasn't already regretting every mistake he ever made after Y/n, but he was really regretting ever befriending Bucky. If he had been on his own, it wouldn't have took long for him to come back home. Everything would have fallen back into place and Y/n would have eventually forgive him for ever leaving. Steve slowly released the gun, putting it down. "Pussy."
He knew it would be in his best interest to keep his hands to himself regardless of how hard he wanted to punch Bucky, just to knock the fucking smile off of his face. And maybe if he was lucky break a couple of teeth. He slowly put his gun back in the holster.
"She makes you soft." Bucky realized. Steve lifted his head to look at Bucky. "That's her, isn't it? That girl you always talked about?"
"Bucky." He warned. "If you touch her, I- I swear to God-"
Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "We've shared before. What's the difference?"
Steve couldn't stop himself from grabbing Bucky by the collar of his jacket, bringing him nose to nose with him. "Stay away from her."
The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk.
"I'm so fucking serious. Don't lay a hand on her. This wasn't apart of the deal."
"Oh, fuck the deal, Rogers. You left me in the dirt while you alpha it up here playing the town's hero. If you think for a second they would have gave you that badge knowing you're a fucking murderer. If it wasn't for me, none of this would be possible for you. Don't you see that? That golden boy reputation gets you everything. But it doesn't get you her." Steve's fists were clenched around his collar, the corner of his lip twitching in anger.
"Bucky-"
"Shut the fuck up." He growled before shoving Steve off of him hard and causing Steve to stumble over his feet a little before regaining his balance. Steve felt defeated. All he wanted to do was get his life together and move on, but Bucky just had to follow him home. "Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way."
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caught in a snare
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dark!wandanat x reader
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warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, mind reading, degrading, forced entry, mind control, bondage, non-con turned dub-con, oral (r giving), gun play, knife play, choking, threats of violence, inflicted violence, fingering (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), double penetration, anal
You were blissfully unaware of the forest green eyes that followed your every drunken move as you danced with your friends. If you were sober, maybe you would have caught on to the feeling of being watched by the redhead whose gaze was laid thick on you while you seemed oblivious to the world around you.
“Come on,” a brunette said to your observer as she returned to the bar. “This place is a dump and I'm not feeling it tonight,” she continued with disdain, her accent peaking through so briefly it would have been missed by anyone in the club listening in. “Nat,” she huffed when she noticed her girlfriend wasn't listening, too focused on the mass of bodies dancing in the barely lit room.
“Remember when you gave me shit for not getting you an anniversary present?” The redhead asked as she stared at the peak of skin between your jeans and shirt.
The brunette didn't answer, instead following Natasha’s gaze and swiftly finding the object of her attention. She hummed in acknowledgement, instantly becoming just as curious by you as they watched you blatantly ignore a stranger's advances so that you wouldn't miss a second of the song that was making the walls vibrate.
“The two in dresses are going to go to the toilets to fuck and the other one’s going to dance with the guy with the snake tattoo,” Natasha assessed.
“Well I'm sure she won't want to stay any longer by then,” Wanda mused as she took in your giddy smile.
As if on queue, one of your friends took the other by the hand with haste and dragged her through the club without a word to you. Meanwhile, your other friend began guiding her pursuer's hands to her hips, becoming quickly immersed in his touch. A few moments passed without you noticing your friends' engagements and Natasha tutted. Once it clicked, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.
You scanned the room as you stopped moving, wondering where best to situate yourself as you got your bearings and felt all the alcohol you had consumed that night hit you at once. You were clearly disorientated as you stumbled through the crowd.
“Reckless thing, who knows who would snatch her up if we weren't here,” Natasha chided.
“Come on, маленький, come to us,” Wanda encouraged. You couldn't hear them several metres away, nor did Wanda use her telepathic aid, yet it was the bar you found yourself clinging to a minute later.
“Water please,” you asked the bartender, your speech slightly slurred. The pair advanced.
“You alright, honey?” Wanda enquired with a concerned smile. It was exactly what you needed to see at that moment.
“Yeah,” you replied, entirely unconvincing as you smiled anxiously at the pair.
“You look ready to go home,” Wanda continued.
“My friends are here,” you informed quickly. The older woman was right, you did want to go, but you needed to wait for them.
“But they're not here,” Natasha noted. You bit your lip as you searched the crowd for them, missing the glass of water placed in front of you. It vanished a second later.
“Let us help get you home, sweetie, it's not safe to be out on your own,” Wanda said. It was hard to deny her and perhaps if the pair weren't wearing their widow veils and you knew they were Avengers, you wouldn't have objected.
“I'm not on my own,” you insisted even though your friends were nowhere to be found. “Thank you but-” Wanda didn't have the patience to spend anymore time convincing you. It wasn't conversation the pair wanted from you.
“We're taking you home,” she stated, eyes flashing red so briefly that you passed it off as the strobe lights. Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place and a stress free, though still intoxicated, beam appeared on your lips
“Thank you,” you said sincerely.
“You're something else,” Natasha muttered to her partner as she got up to lead the way. Wanda placed a gentle yet assertive hand on your waist and guided you to follow Natasha while she followed behind, her hand becoming firmer the more bodies you had to get through.
The fresh air that soon hit you did nothing to sober you up and only made you more disorientated, so much so that you were oblivious to the fact you three had left through a previously locked fire exit. You leaned back on Wanda when the alleyway you found yourself in started to spin.
“Woah,” you muttered. The two women shared a look as they helped you into their car. You didn't know you were in a flashy stingray, but when Natasha turned the car on you noticed the expensive interior and began to panic that you would throw up in it.
“Are you getting her address or shall I?” The brunette besides you asked. You frowned.
“It's twenty-”
“Shh,” Wanda assured, suddenly guiding your head into her lap. You were about to protest until you were struck with a sudden sense of peace, oblivious to the red whispered that danced around your head. You gave a contented sigh and simultaneously felt your drunken haze being lifted.
“I don't know your names,” you spoke out without alarm.
“I'm Wanda and that's Nat,” Wanda said sweetly. You really liked her.
“Like the Avengers?” You asked in awe and almost missed Nat's chuckle. “That's cool,” you muttered. The pair glanced at each other in the mirror with knowing smirks. “I'm y/n.”
“Pretty name,” Wanda commented as she tucked the hair behind your ear. “Pretty face,” she added. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the attention and squirmed under her gaze. Wanda returned her firm hand to your hip and you stilled.
Pretty anniversary present, Natasha input.
Belated anniversary present, Wanda corrected.
Tell me she's not worth it.
Depends how well she takes the red one, Wanda mused. She felt Natasha's excitement at the concept but kept quiet to not distract from the Friday night streets.
Once they pulled up by your apartment, Wanda prompted for you to sit up and you thankfully did so without a wave of nausea hitting you. You weren't expecting the pair to follow you inside but simply put it down to two women helping another out, even if you were considerably less drunk than when they found you.
“Lifts broken and I'm on the third floor. You don't have to follow me up,” you informed the pair as you almost tripped on a step. Wanda gave you a look that told you they weren't going so you led the way, unaware of the eyes that flickered to your ass.
It was only once you were turning the keys in the lock and thanking the pair that your sense of caution returned. You, somehow, weren't drunk anymore and yet these women you didn't know were still lingering outside of your apartment.
“Really, I'd hate to keep you from continuing your night,” you said as you stood in the open doorway that you wanted closed.
“It's barely begun,” Wanda mumbled as she brought her hand to your temple. You made to step away from her touch but your entire body was suddenly trapped in a state of paralysis. “Go to your room and strip,” she whispered, the tenderness she had earlier possessed now gone. Another difference was when your body complied with the order, your mind screamed at you not to. You were overtaken with fear as you made your way through the small apartment and heard the door close as the pair wandered in behind you.
“Oh, malysh, you should really take better care of yourself,” Wanda commented in what you now knew to be a condescending tone. You felt your anger brew as you realised she was going through your belongings while you undressed for her.
“We'll do that for you,” Natasha suddenly spoke right behind you. She undid your bra and grazed her lips over your shoulder, smirking at the goosebumps that arose. “Be a good toy for her and maybe I'll play nice,” she whispered and you could do nothing to push her away.
“Oh, Nat, you're scaring the poor thing,” Wanda chuckled as they watched you obediently take your underwear off. The moment they were discarded, you were given a heavy shove that made you lean over the side of your bed while your knees hit the floor with a painful thud. You whimpered at the pain it ignited and heard a pitiful coo from one of the women as your chin was lifted. Your eyes widened at what you took in.
The two Avengers stood before you, rid of their clothes and masks and instead holding weapons. Wanda’s eyes were glowing red as she stared at you while her magic flowed freely from her fingers. The whisps flickered momentarily as you felt an intense pressure keep you down before it was listed for you to roam freely. Yet you wouldn’t dare, not when you knew what she could do along with the sinister handgun held at the redhead’s side.
“So you do have some smarts about you,” Wanda said, confirming the rumours that had circulated in the media months ago that she could read minds.
“”Here’s the deal, приятная вещь, you can behave and do exactly what we say,” the brunette explained as she sat herself at the head of your bed while Natasha grabbed at the back of your neck and hoisted you up to the space between Wanda’s spread legs. “Or we can make you,” she said just as the unforgiving steel of Natasha’s gun pressed into your bare back. “Either way…” she snaked her hand around to the hair at the back of your head and forced you to gaze down at her wet cunt. You wondered at what point in that twisted scene she had become so aroused, and why there was a growing ache between your own legs at the sight.
You weren’t blind to the fact that god clearly hadn’t spared them any favours in looks and that you, like many, had been crushing on the female Avengers for some time, but the situation they had put you in wasn’t right, so why did Wanda look so goddamn tempting?
It was wrong, it was immoral, it was altogether fucked up, but with a sharp tug to your hair, your mouth was on the brunette. The second you tasted her, you didn’t need the threat of repercussions to keep you in place. Your tongue delved between her pussy lips and the moan you heard in response sealed your place in their arrangement and your own fate.
“Fuck, you always have a good eye for them,” Wanda gasped.
“Anything for you, моя любовь,” Natasha winked back. “I know she’s your present, but I hope you don’t mind if I just…” You heard the redhead trail off but ignored the distant alarm bells in your mind to instead give all your attention to flicking your tongue across Wanda in an effort to savour and explore her.
You were pulled from your lustful trance when you felt a cold blade press against your hip. Your eyes snapped to Wanda in a silent plea only to see her features brighten with excitement.
“Just don’t go too deep this time,” Wanda chuckled as she watched the scene unfold with anticipation and pulled you in close enough that you could no longer catch her dark eyes.
At the first cut, you inevitably jumped and scrambled to get away from the glistening blade but you were held in place by one strong hand to your back. Kept still against the already stained bedsheets, you whimpered and cried pitifully as Natasha’s skilled hands littered cuts across you, leaving scarlet streaks in place.
“Don’t stop,” Natasha warned with a deeper strike. “I’m barely touching you,” she huffed disapprovingly, pausing to let you recover and continue. You did so tentatively, waiting for the next sting to be inflicted but several minutes passed with the redhead merely tracing your skin with the back of her knife and you soon became fixated on Wanda again.
The cuts stung, but so did your scalp every time the brunette tugged and eventually those sensations entwined in the turmoil and were pushed to the background as Wanda’s pulsing clit became centre stage. The muscles of her thighs clamped around your head as her breathy moans and curses filled the room.
“Such a good fucking mouth she’s got on her,” the brunette spoke and though it wasn’t directed at you, you flushed with pride.
Wanda came with an ecstatic cry and you swore that the taste of her cum was worth every cut that had littered across you. You missed Natasha’s approving hum at the sight, too caught up in making sure you didn’t miss a drop of her girlfriend. You swirled your tongue everywhere you could reach until Wanda was pushing you away. You whined.
“Greedy thing,” Wanda tutted with amusement, gripping your chin.
“I can’t blame her,” Natasha muttered, suddenly leaning over your body to your raised chin where, instead of kissing you, she licked the wetness that had gathered just below your lips.
“Let me watch you, Nat,” Wanda said as she watched you shift uncomfortably. “Give me a show.” You frowned, not understanding what the younger Avenger meant but apparently Natasha did. She wrapped her hand around the front of your throat and pulled you back with her until your calves were by your sides and your back was flat against Natasha’s front.
“So fragile,” the redhead commented as her hand previously on your neck travelled down gradually. She nipped along your shoulder and neck as she explored your stomach and squeezed your tits. Your breath hitched and you tried to move your neck away from Natasha’s markings but she easily overpowered you.
“If you keep squirming like that you might make my finger slip,” Natasha tutted as she tapped her gun against your stomach, her finger ready on the trigger.
“Please,” you whimpered as the redhead trailed her gun across you, settling it under your chin. Your throat briefly skimmed it when you swallowed your nerves.
“Please what, malysh?” Wanda asked. You looked at her with a plea that got stuck in your mouth the moment you took in how she was touching herself. “Go on,” she encouraged as she rubbed her swollen clit.
“She wants to hear you beg,” Natasha whispered to you, her free hand settling between your legs where she found your cunt to be as wet as her partner’s. “Do it,” Natasha ordered with a firm press of her weapon, adamant on seeing her present perform as she was expected to.
“Please don’t kill me,” you rushed out. Both women chuckled, seemingly not taking your request seriously in the slightest.
“That’s not what you really want to beg for,” Wanda said, teasing her entrance with two fingers. Your own pussy throbbed as Natasha’s digits ghosted over your neglected clit. “Beg her to fuck you,” she said, eyes dangerously dark.
“I…I don’t- ah!” You exclaimed as Natasha pressed hard on your clit and rubbed tight circles. “Fuck,” you cursed as you fought against your desires, inevitably loosing when you heard the redhead cock her gun. “Please fuck me,” you whimpered.
“I didn’t catch that,” Wanda smirked.
“Please fuck me!” You begged as Natasha’s rough fingers were stripped away.
“Why?” She mused as she dragged her wet nails down your stomach.
“Because-” you hissed. “Because I need it, please!” You cried out, unable to distinguish if it was a plea for your life or for your pleasure.
“There it is,” Natasha smirked to her partner as she pushed three fingers in without warning. You were wet enough to take them, but the ache of the stretch was still very much present. “Fuck, what a tight slut,” the redhead chuckled as she thrust her fingers into your depths with persistence. You whined at the sting as Natasha scissored her digits against your soft walls, thumbing at your clit as you squirmed.
“You’re driving the pretty whore crazy, Natty,” Wanda moaned as she fingered herself steadily at the sight. “Does that feel good, detka?”
“So good!” You moaned without hesitation, resting your head back on Natasha’s shoulder. She tossed the gun to the side and picked up her knife as she thrust her fingers wildly, bringing the shining blade up to your neck. You could hardly register it. You were so intoxicated with the feeling of the woman behind you filling you up, but the hot sting across your neck was prominent.
Your hands pinned between your bodies struggled to free themselves and grab at the knife, no matter how futile, but Natasha’s body didn't budge and your hands remained trapped. Luckily, the redhead didn’t linger too long on your neck and planted small cuts back down your torso. Though at that time, they bothered you far less.
“She looks so good like that,” Wanda groaned when you winced amongst the pleasure. “More,” she demanded and suddenly the cuts were deeper. A sob was dragged from your throat and Natasha merely fingered you harder in response.
“I can feel you gripping my fingers,” Natasha husked. “Don’t you dare cum before her,” she warned as she placed her knife against your throat again. You whined desperately in protest, unsure if you were going to be able to hold off much longer, especially when the redhead deliberately pressed against the spot that made your world spin.
“I can’t…I need- please!” You exclaimed as you struggled, giving Wanda the most pleading look you could manage.
“Poor thing,” Wanda mused as she fucked herself knuckle deep, letting you glimpse how soaked she was everytime she pulled them out. “You want me to cum?” She asked with a pout.
“Please,” you sobbed.
“Please,” Natasha mocked, curling her fingers harder.
Wanda came again with a low moan, shuddering against your headboard as she thrust her digits steadily through her orgasm. You thought that you yourself were seconds away from your own relief but the sadistic redhead withdrew her fingers and forced you to continue to watch the pleasure you were deprived of. You almost protested when you saw Wanda’s blissed smile but wisely restricted it to a needy whine.
“What’s the matter, love? You wanted to cum too?” Wanda asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Yeah,” you said, voice hoarse.
“You think you can manage that?” Wanda questioned as her fingertips produced a red glow until a blood red dildo appeared between the Sokovian’s legs securely. Similarly, you felt something obnoxious prod into your back from Natasha. Your eyes widened as you took in the large toy, recognising that you had never taken anything nearly that big before. Most likely hearing your thoughts, Wanda stroked the toy several times, as though giving you a preview of how it was going to stretch.
“Don’t worry, it’ll help that you’re fucking soaked,” Natasha chuckled. A red glow appeared again though that time Wanda wrapped her magic around your body as she lay on her back and draped you over her with only your ass in the air for Natasha to grab.
“Wait,” you stammered when the toy brushed past your clit and teased your hole. Feeling the wide head spread your lips apart, you looked to Wanda to plead for more preparation but you didn’t get the chance because the redhead was forcing you down.
The stretch was unforgiving in its pressure and burn, forcing your soft walls apart with every inch it took. It filled you up in its entirety as Wanda guided your open mouth to her nipples where your moans became muffled and your eyes fluttered closed dutifully.
“Almost in, you just need your slutty holes filled by us, don’t you?” Wanda asked as she stroked your hair, a stark contrast to her words and the actions of her girlfriend who was forcing her inside you. “You just have to lay pretty and take it,” she said as the rest of the toy was shoved into your cunt.
“There you go,” Natasha hummed.
“Hurts,” you wheezed before your mouth was forced back around the Sokovian’s nipples.
“But it feels so good too, doesn’t it?” Wanda cooed as she lifted you off of the strap on only to slam you back down as she began to thrust. In your position, she could only pull out half way but it meant that the stretch lingered for longer while the pleasure emerged.
Once you were all consumed in the bliss of Wanda fucking your throbbing pussy, you jumped as Natasha spit on your ass and let it dribble down until it reached your tightest hole. You whined when she grazed her thumb over your ass, letting it hover in the anticipation of what you knew she was about to do and didn’t quite want to stop.
Natasha pushed her thumb past your ring just as Wanda filled you up with her fake cock and you let her nipple go with a gasp, clawing at the bedsheets around you to help adjust to the intrusion. “Fuck!” You groaned as the redhead toyed with your ass. She flexed and pumped her thumb inside you several times before replacing it with two fingers that had you spinning.
“So fucking tight,” Natasha grunted. “Feel it, Wand.” You didn’t understand what that meant and you missed the red hues covering Wanda’s iris as she peaked into her partner’s mind to experience what she felt, cursing at the ghost sensations around her fingers.
“Ruin her for me, Natty,” Wanda encouraged with twisted adoration and began fucking your cunt with a refreshed vigour you weren’t prepared for. In that same split second, Natasha pulled her fingers out and pushed her strap against your ass, gripping your hips harshly as her cock stretched you open.
“Too much,” you protested but the redhead merely pushed your face into the bed and used it as better means to fuck you with. Suddenly, you were more full than you ever could have imagined as both your cunt and your ass were stuffed with the older women’s cocks while you lay weak against them.
Natasha spit on her dildo as she dragged the toy out of you, stroking it several times before pushing it back in entirely. Tears soaked your bedsheets at what you could’ve sworn felt like being split open to accompany the redhead’s toy down to the base with her hips flush against you.
The moment they began thrusting together, you crumbled, unable to handle the force they used to fuck you or the fact that it felt so fucking good. Your moans were incoherent against the bed but no one seemed to care when the wet sounds from your cunt spoke loud enough for you.
“Such a good fucktoy,” Natasha groaned as she snapped her hips against you. “Happy anniversary, moya lyubov,” she grinned, pushing your head down further as she leant over you to embrace her girlfriend in a heated kiss you hardly registered. Their pace didn’t falter as they made out over you, continuing to pump themselves into your holes harder.
You couldn’t even move between the pair. You were trapped between their overpowering frames as they thrust as deep as they could each time and rubbed every nerve enough to make your body weaker by the second. You were consumed by them, all together entangled in the mess of twisted pleasure you only became more lost in until you reached the point of no return. You couldn’t communicate this to the pair but luckily one of them was already in your head.
“Cum, sweet thing,” Wanda coaxed. “Show us how much of a desperate slut you really are.” With that, you tripped and stumbled over the edge in a disorientated blur, falling blissfully through the air until you were slumped right back in that bed with the two Avengers who showed no signs of stopping.
“I can’t,” you tried to tell them, yet you did just moments later.
“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Wanda whispered against your ear as she slowed her pace for you to be able to process her words. “We’re just getting started,” she told you when an unrelenting pressure started around your neck once more.
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❝ℒℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝓉ℴ 𝒥𝓊𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓉❞ // steve rogers series masterpost.
summary: ❝steve rogers is in love with you—his very own juliet in an ugly, unfair verona. he will do whatever it takes to prove his undying love for you, no matter the cost.❞
genre: dark, smut.
rating: m. 18+ content below. minors, dni.
pairing: dark!steve rogers ♡ femme (afab) reader.
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, dark themes, stalking descriptions of death and blood, yandere themes, strong language, adult content. (individual warnings will be included for each chapter.)
𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…
✉︎⸝⸝ ↬ chapter 1
❣ enjoyed this mini series? check out my original story here: ❝my bloody valentine.❞ this is a rework of that original storyline/plot.
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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Three
Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.
Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader
Warning: 18+ Contains Dark Themes, Do not read if you are a sensitive person. Always check warnings before reading any 18+ post.
Notes: This one was kinda rushed, my cat got spayed and I’ve been busy taking care of them.
You woke up, you then slowly start to remember the events that happened last night. Your eyes opened wide and you stood up. You looked around and were shocked you were in your room. You quickly ran downstairs to see if your mom was there. Fortunately, she was in the living room drinking.
“Mom? Do you know how I got home last night?” you ask she didn’t even turn her head as she gulped down her drink. A second later she poured more alcohol into her glass.
She didn’t say anything making you concerned, you walked in front of her. “Mom, you okay?” you didn’t say anything else before she started crying. You were taken aback at first, but you crouched down to make eye contact with her. “What’s wrong?” Your mother never cried not since your father died.
“They’re gonna take care of you, take care of you the way I couldn’t.” she was nodding, you were lost but quickly assumed she was very drunk.
“Okay Mom, why don’t you get to rest?” you suggested, but when you were gonna stand up she shook her head.
“I love you, you know that right, even- even if I didn’t show it, they promised to give you a better life dear, promised to make you happy,” she said, okay now she was starting to scare you.
“Mom, who promised?” right after you finished that sentence you saw Bucky and Steve come out of the hallway, your face switched from furrowed eyebrows to panic, you took steps back. Your mother didn’t even look surprised when they showed up, and you had a feeling she had done something. “what did you do,” you said, trying to sound brave. You didn’t look at her, your eyes were kept on them.
“She told you already,” Bucky stepped closer.
“Don’t make this hard Y/N,” Steve told you. Your mother stood up,
“I can’t see this,” She stated and started to walk towards the front door but you stopped her taking her hand.
“Mom don’t leave me,” you looked at her on the verge of tears. She shook you off and continued to walk, you tried to follow her but Steve and Bucky grabbed you holding you in place, just as she was about leave she gave you one last look.
You had to get out of here, you backed up quickly running upstairs you heard Bucky laugh as you entered your room locking it, you had to think of something fast.
“A game of hide and seek sounds fun,” You heard Bucky saying. You tried to open your window but it was painted shut. You had no choice but to hide in your closet.
“Your mom did put quite a show on, I would have probably believed it too,” You heard two pairs of steps walking up the stairs. You could feel your heart racing. “Sad she traded you for a couple of bucks,” You heard Steve. Tears spilled, you knew not to believe him at all, even if your mom wasn’t a saint, she still loved you. Your heart stopped, you heard one of them trying to open your door.
The door slammed open making you jump, you covered your mouth and nose to stop breathing so loud, “Come out where ever you are,” You heard Bucky close to where you were, you felt like you could faint at any given moment. “Is she under the bed,” Bucky looked under there to see an empty space, “where could she be”
Steve was also in your room getting the things that he’d seen you use. Bucky stalked over to the closet, “Maybe in here,” He opened the door to see you, “I found you,” he smiled,
He then grabbed your arm roughly pulling you out, “you won’t like what I’ll do if you were to scream,” He warned,
“what do you want from me,” you cried out making Bucky sigh in annoyance.
“Patience Bucky,” Steve said still putting your things in a duffle bag.
“We love you Y/N, so much that we want you with us for the rest of our lives,” Bucky’s words horrified you, “We’re being nice we even gave you a chance to say goodbye to your mother, so this is how it’s gonna work, we’re gonna leave and we don’t want one word to leave your mouth until we get home understand,” Bucky didn’t need an answer he knew you won’t do anything fear covered your thinking.
“Sweetheart, is there anything you’d like to take before we go home,” He asked, you didn’t say anything, even if you wanted to take something you wouldn’t have said it out loud.
“guess not,” Bucky shrugged at Steve.
・❥・
You tried to figure out where you were going but Steve kept taking so many turns, you knew you were out of town, very far out. They had taken you to a cabin where it was only surrounded by forest trees and wild animals.
When you got there they lead you to a room, it looked almost like your room. “Here sweetheart you can decorate however you want,” he gave you the bag. When they left you dropped the bag and started crying, how could this have happened?
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Captain Rogers' sweet girl
Hi i'm not a native english, it's my first story, there is no beta reader. Sorry if i do mistake 🙏. Thank you for loving my story ♥️
Sorry for the wait. My mental health was not good enough to write. Thank you for your patience
This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem!
ReaderWarnings: 18+ ONLY. dark Steve, manipulation, age gap, non com, manipulation, somnophilia, daddy kink, innocent kink, dom/ sub If you have gotten this far, it means you have read and understood my warnings. I AM NOT responsible for your consumption. Don’t read if you are sensitive to any of the warnings.
Chap1 Chap13
Chap 14
When you get out of the bathroom. Steve didn't come back but before he left he pulled out a dress to dress you in, no underwear just a dress.
"Are you done with your toilet?"
You flinch at Nat's voice, you only have a towel on and it doesn't hide all the marks Steve left on your body. You look down with a blush
"Yes Nat."
"Did you wash all over?"
"Yes."
"You sure?"
You look at Nat surprised, she seems to imply a few things but what. Nat comes closer and strokes your hair.
"You are a woman and there are things you need to know sweetie"
Nat drags you into the bathroom.
"You have three holes and men like to use all three. So you have to clean them. "
You are embarrassed to death but you listen to Nat. She explains how to clean your anus.
You don't dare protest as she helps you with your first enema.
She leaves you to finish alone, you are overwhelmed with emotions, you don't like everything that's happening, well some things but this is too much. Would Aunt May approve? Nat saved you, she and Steve have been taking care of you for years, without them you would be dead, you have to stop doubting. They know better than you.
When you join Nat in your room, she hands you a little present.
"This is for you, well for you and Steve, go ahead and open it".
You take the box and open it, inside is a small egg-shaped object, extended by a shiny jewel.
"Uh thank you"
"It's a plug sweetie, it helps prepare your butthole for sodomy and it's pretty"
You look at the object with fear. Every time Steve put his fingers in your butthole you didn't like the feeling
"I took a small size to start with, and some lube. I'll help you put it in for the first time.
You position yourself on all fours as Nat asks, you let yourself be lulled by her voice without really listening to his words. She lubes you up profusely and get the plug in your ass relatively easily.
The sensation is weird.
"Get dressed now, and go prepare some food, we invited we will be 4"
She goes out. You obey, you get dressed, you would have liked to put underclothes especially in the presence of an unknown guest but Steve did not leave any and you do not want to upset him.
The feeling in your buttocks is bizarre, you apply yourself to cook. You are almost done when Nat, Steve and another man join you.
"Scott this is Y/N Parker Peter's sister."
You approach to take his hand, the man stares at you from head to toe, you feel naked under his gaze.
"Nice to meet you..."
Scott takes the hand that you extend to him and draws you against him, he holds you tight and takes advantage of it to grope you.
"Scott Lang more than happy to meet such a beautiful young woman"
"Scott!"
Scott lets go of you, you stumble a bit, luckily you are barefoot and regain your balance.
You go to the kitchen and finish preparing the meal.
In the living room, the three Avengers are talking about time travel, about the Snap.
Steve goes to get a drink. He comes up behind you and sticks to you so you can feel his bulge against your butt. His hands slide over your shoulders. He slides his face into your neck. Your body reacts to his touch, he sees the shivers run through you, you tighten your thighs.
"Nat told me you had a surprise for me, my angel.
His hand slides down your back. He reaches your buttocks. The countertop partially hides you but you wish you could disappear as Steve slides his hand under your dress to rest on your ass.
"Please."
"Am I not allowed to see my present? I thought you were my good girl"
You close up a little but continue to cook. You dare not say anything
"Let me taste!"
You bring the spoon to Steve's mouth. He doesn't take his eyes off you.
"Aahh!"
Steve pulls the plug halfway out before pulling it back in
"Problem sweetie?"
"No Nat everything is fine"
Steve leans in to you, "I really like my present can't wait to enjoy it to the fullest." He slaps your ass and goes back to sit with the others.
The meal is ready. You serve the 3 Avengers.
Steve takes advantage of your presence at his side to put his hand on your thighs and go up under your skirt.
"So you are the little sister of the spider boy".
You nod. You don't like the way Scott looks at you.
"You know he fought against us"
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay and I'm sure Cap got all the apologies he deserved and a nice restitution"
You look at him without understanding, Scott, Steve and Nat laugh and you smile shyly. Throughout the meal Steve's hand rests under your skirt on the inside of your thigh at the edge of your pussy, sometimes he moves a finger lightly caressing your pussy.
Once the meal is over, you clean up.
You don't know what to do during the vacations Steve would have made you get on your knees before he fucked your mouth and before the holidays you would probably have gone to your room.
You stand back hesitantly.
Steve beckons you to join them. You shyly approach again and feel as if you are naked under Scott's gaze.
Steve grabs you by the arm and pulls you to him and kisses you in a slobbery kiss. You return the kiss and let out a moan.
"Be a good girl and sit at my feet."
You obey with downcast eyes. Steve places your head in his lap. He strokes your hair at times, but most of the time it's as if you're not there.
You doze, not daring to move or speak.
"Well that's not all but it's late, Steve you should take care of her, she's falling asleep"
Steve, takes your jaw between his fingers and forces you to raise your head, his other hand runs over your face.
"Are you tired Baby?"
You nod your head.
"I'm glad you got yourself such a nice, well-trained fucktoy." says Scott
You blush realizing he is talking about you.
Everyone stands up, your legs are numb from kneeling still for so long. Steve supports you
"Hey baby go say goodnight and thank Scott we might be able to get everyone back thanks to him".
"Is that right Daddy? I'm going to see Peter and Aunt May again".
"Yeah that's right, you didn't hear what we were talking about, so obsessed with my dick my angel is getting stupid"
Steve gently pushes you towards Scott
"Thank you so much"
"I think he deserves a kiss".
Scott grabs you and pulls you to him, he groping your ass and slipping his tongue into your mouth you try to resist a little.
"That's enough!" Scott releases his grip.
"Thank you, Cap."
You go to say good night to Nat
"Sweetie you have to be a good girl for Steve, okay he's going to bring everyone back."
You nod your head.
Steve carries you like a bride, he goes to his room
"But Daddy this is not my room?"
"You're so stupid my princess, you sleep in my room do you think Daddy can spend a night away from his pussy?"
You sniffle, why is he so mean, you are tired and tears form at the corners of your eyes.
Steve kisses you softly tenderly you almost purr. Steve smiles and lays you down on his bed. He starts to undress you, you will sleep naked tonight which is not to his displeasure. He lays you on your stomach. You let him do it.
"I'm tired Daddy".
"I know my angel, I'm just looking at my present you don't have to do anything"
Steve spreads your buttocks and he admires the plug. He plays with it, almost pulling it out before he pushes it back in.
"You're so tight my angel, I can't wait to use this hole"
He turns you on your back and spreads your legs.
Your body responds to his caresses and quickly he lines up his cock with your entrance. He sinks into you and begins to thrust.
Half asleep you groan,
"My angel is so beautiful and so tight with that plug" he loves the feeling of the plug in your ass. It's reminds him of the time during the war when he shared women with Bucky.
"Bucky is going to love you Baby, you are so perfect".
Steve quickens the pace, you cum in your sleep as he empties into you.
Steve lies on his back, his cock hasn't softened and is still in your pussy. This is one of his favorite sleeping positions, you on top, him inside you. So at night if he wakes up he can fuck you easily.
He plays with your plug a little.
Your submissive nature is perfect for him. To think that a few days ago you were a virgin and now he fucks you anytime through two of your holes without any protest from you.
Tomorrow Steve is going to have to convince Tony and he has to cancel your college enrollment no more studies for you, your job is to take care of Steve and what makes Steve happy is to be able to play with that pussy whenever he wants. And maybe put a kid or two in your belly. Steve falls asleep imagining you full and swollen, your breasts full of milk. That night he'll fuck you three times in your sleep.
After running Steve returns to his room, you are in the shower he joins you.
"Wash me."
You do it, Steve takes the opportunity to grope you, he makes you jerk him off a little under the pretext of washing his cock
"You took out your plug!
"I was in pain daddy and I needed to go to the bathroom".
"Turn around, hand on the wall, leg spread".
Steve forces you to arch your back more. He examines your asshole, it's a little red. It was probably a bit long to keep the plug in for so long for the first time.
"I'll put some ointment on you after the shower.
"On your knees angel, it's been a long time since Daddy used your mouth be a good girl"
You settle down and open wide, he plunges deep inside. You choke a little but you've learned to take it all in. Steve fucks your mouth, quickly he ejaculates directly into your throat. You swallow his hot cum, you start to like the taste.
After the shower Steve makes you get on all fours on the bed, he spanks you a little, it's not very hard and you don't scream and once your ass is red he takes the ointment and massages you. He inserts a finger in your asshole without any problem, he does some thrusts, the second finger ends up going in.
Steve goes to get something from a drawer and comes back with another plug a little wider than the previous one.
He dresses you in one of his t-shirts, you look hot as hell.
"Come on angel, let's go eat, daddy's taking care of everything.
As during the vacations he prepares a special breakfast for you, he loves to see you eat the yoghurt not knowing that there is sperm in it.
Scott and Nat will join you for breakfast. Scott takes the opportunity to stroke your upper thighs, you blush and look down but don't dare say anything.
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Kate Bishop ~ A Little Push In The Right Direction
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dark!Kate X fem!Reader
Summary: after rejecting Kate time and time again, she's done being patient with you and decides to set you on a path that will lead you straight to her, even if you get a little hurt on the way
Warnings: drugging, memory loss, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, hints of an innocence kink, strap on sex (r receiving), using a mirror for unholy things, praise, edging, degrading
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“If you wanted to show off to me Bishop you didn't have to ask me out to do it.” You quipped as the archer shot down the last target with a smug grin and placed the gun back down on the counter as the stand operator begrudgingly handed her the largest stuffed animal - a blue bear. She immediately turned to you and passed the obnoxious toy your way for you to take without any hesitation, unable to hide your glee at the present.
“I just wanted to make the most of this carnival before it packs up and leaves town.” She shrugged simply. “And I assumed winning you that would give me a good shot at a second date.” She stated less subtly, shooting you a small smirk as you made your way to the slushy stand to get your last fix of sugar for the night.
You hummed, eyes fixed in front of you to avoid her expecting ones. You had made it clear to Kate on numerous occasions that you didn’t want anything more than friendship with her. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Kate, you did. Quite a lot. But there had always been something about her that didn’t sit right with you. It was puzzling to you how she always got everything she wanted and you had an idea it had something to do with her entitled upbringing that you couldn’t help but envy. You were from two very different worlds and that intimidated you greatly. Not to mention her reputation as a player didn’t exactly assure you that she was girlfriend material. Kate was fun to be around and a good friend to have, but she wasn’t what you were looking for in a partner.
Kate herself had wondered if that was the reason she was bordering on infatuation with you. She got everything she wanted. Her money could buy her any materialistic thing she desired, no matter the legal limitations, her connections got her access to the majority of the things that money couldn’t and she had always been able to smooth-talk her way into any girl's pants. And there was you, rejecting her time and time again no matter how much easier she could make your life if you devoted it to her. She had tried to understand you and get to you from every angle, failing every time, so she was done doing things the traditional way.
Kate, of course, paid for the drinks despite your protests (one red and one blue) though just as she was filling up the last of your cup you heard an ear piercing shriek behind you and whipped around in a panic only to see a teenager running from her friend with a Michael Myers mask chasing her past the ghost train ride. You smiled at the site and turned back to Kate just in time for her to slip an unmarked empty packet back into her pocket and pass your drink to you with an innocent smile you soaked up.
You thanked her and the two of you began strolling through the large field, taking in your manic surroundings of the lively avent as you fell into easy conversation about Kate’s latest work as an Avenger, eventually letting details slip that you were pretty sure were confidential. It was entertaining to listen to the stories Kate told and you always looked forward to hearing the next but that night you found yourself suddenly drained of your energy and decided it was time to bring the date to its natural end having been out for a couple hours.
“Do you wanna come back to mine?” Kate asked as you arrived back at her car. “I could put on one of those cheesy rom-coms you love so much.” She suggested, though the easy smirk on her lips told you that movies weren’t the only thing on her mind. She took a bold step towards you and you backed yourself up against the car, letting her put a hand on the vehicle for support as she leant closer. You could smell the artificial blueberry drink on her breath from the proximity and it was undeniably tempting to see if she tasted just as strongly.
“I think I should go home.” You said with a teasing smile and placed a hand on the archer’s chest to push her away. She let you but the displeasure that flashed across her features unnerved you slightly.
“At least let me drive you.” Kate insisted, bringing back that dangerously easy smile that always kept you intrigued by the archer enough to entertain the idea of going on a date with her in the first place.
“It’s a ten minute walk.” You pointed out despite your growing weariness.
“It’s dark out, though. You never know what creeps could be lurking around.” She said as she opened the passenger door for you and stood behind it with an inviting grin.
“Right, whatever you say Bishop.” You chuckled dismissively but got into the open car anyway and was immediately engulfed by the warmth of the pre-set heated seat. You were glad the drive wouldn’t take long because you were in serious danger of falling asleep under such conditions. The drowsiness was quick to increase with the addition of a strange fuzziness clouding your mind and plummeting it into a haze. Kate was talking but she sounded so far away and muffled and you didn’t recognise your surroundings and everything was so dark but comfortable and sleep was so inviting and…
“Just go to sleep, baby.” Kate whispered. You never got the chance to hear her instruction or feel the hand gripping your thigh.
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“You look so tempting when you’re asleep.” Kate thought aloud as she traced a path along your collarbone with her index finger, wishing more than anything that she could litter it with marks for you to wake up to. She reminded herself to refrain from it, to hold back for the time being. You would already be alarmed when you awoke, scared even, so she couldn’t overload you with too much information all at once. She had to be respectful of you and take it slow.
In contrast to you, Kate had barely slept that night, too excited at the fact that you were finally sleeping in her bed in one of her own oversized shirts. You looked so peaceful and content, as you should. You were where you were meant to be with the person you were meant to be with. Kate couldn’t stop imagining you waking to the realisation of how comfortable you were with the archer and finally let her win you over. She also couldn’t help but admire the new patches of skin she had yet been able to explore, taking her time in tracing the softness of your thighs and lower abdomen but holding off anywhere too intimate, she wanted to share that moment with you when the time came.
When you eventually started to come around, Kate watched on as you hummed in content at the warmth that surrounded you and the presence of someone next to you. It was only once the archer muttered a soft "Good morning" that you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes to meet her dull grey ones.
"I would ask if you slept okay but you were out cold all night." She chuckled as though she was sharing a joke with herself. You gave a weak smile in response but felt unnerved as you raked your brain for the most recent memory you could. You remembered getting to the carnival, going on a few rides, Kate winning you prizes and getting slushies but past that was blank. All you knew was that you were in Kate's bed wearing her shirt even though you were sure you would never end up there. What had happened after getting slushies that had apparently shifted your whole opinion of Kate?
"Are you okay?" She asked with more curiosity than concern.
"Yeah! Yeah…" You were quick to say. You weren't sure you wanted to admit that you didn't remember a significant chunk of the night before. Would she be upset?
"I really enjoyed last night." The raven haired woman admitted as she relaxed next to you and hugged the pillow close to her, looking at you like a love struck teenager. It made your own heart swell slightly.
"I enjoyed it too." You said honestly because what you could remember of the date you recalled fondly.
"We should do it again sometime." She offered hopefully. You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. You didn’t know what had occurred that led you to be in Kate's bed or even what had happened in it but you did know that in that moment, your feelings towards Kate remained the same.
"We'll see." You chuckled awkwardly before sitting up to avoid the older woman's expecting gaze and searched the room for your clothes that you found to be neatly folded on a chair in the corner. You took that as a sign that you had done no more than sleep in Kate’s bed and headed into her bathroom to change, trying to ignore the heavy gaze on you as you did.
When you ventured from the bathroom you were met with an empty room and the enticing smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. Your stomach groaned in recognition of the sweet food and you wandered towards the other end of the apartment to find Kate humming as she stood over the hob with the radio reporting the latest stories taking place in the city. Two plates had already been laid out on the desktop though Kate was only just starting on the first few pancakes when she turned around to the sound of your cautious footsteps.
“I made breakfast.” She pointed out with a grin. You wondered if she was this sweet to all of the women she chased only to leave them in the dirt a couple weeks later. That question alone was what kept you on the defensive (though the heavenly food was tempting).
“I’m not feeling too good and I have work in a couple hours so I should probably just…” You pointed towards the door with a rush of guilt once you saw Kate’s expression fall until the brief memory of her irritated features at your rejection the previous night flashed through your mind. It truly was a whiplash of emotions Kate brought up in you. One moment she was the sweetest most genuine soul you knew and the next she made you feel as though you needed to keep your guard up around her, never giving you a moment to fully chase after either instinct she ignited.
“Let me drive you!” Kate was quick to offer when you started towards the door with her hot on your heels, her eagerness only pushing you more towards it.
“I need the walk.” You were quick to say. Too quick. Kate narrowed her eyes at you for a second, trying to see how best to navigate the course that she had put you on. “I’ll call you.” Her face brightened at that and she nodded swiftly, stepping towards you again but you didn’t give her the chance to get much closer because you were slipping through the gap in the doorway.
Over the next few weeks the weird headspace that you had awoken to in Kate’s bed only got worse. You felt as though you were in a constant haze and that getting through each day was an impossible feat when you couldn’t find it in you to function like you usually could. Your routine felt foreign and uncomfortable, as though there were significant pieces of information that were always missing and depriving your days of any normality. You were forgetting things a lot too. Important things and whole chunks of your days. Some mornings you would wake up to messages from your concerned friends asking why you hadn’t shown up to an apparently long awaited night outs while other times they talked animatedly to you about events you just couldn’t remember happening. Your life had suddenly plummeted into a turmoil of moments you couldn’t connect and a constant anxiety regarding the sanity of your own mind that only seemed to only ease up around Kate Bishop.
Though you had asked for a raincheck on your next date, you had found yourself calling her late most nights of the week. You weren’t sure if it was the distraction of hearing all of her soon-to-be legendary stories and the excitable way that she recalled them or the way she seemed to just know if you’d had a particularly hard day, but Kate had become a significant part of getting you through the testing time. You almost wanted to open up to her about it. You just didn’t want to scare off the one person who provided you respite from your own mind.
It also surprised you how patient Kate was. The woman who had asked you out a handful of times before you had agreed and shamelessly flirted with you any chance she got had backed off to a respectful distance and as far as you could tell she hadn’t turned her attention elsewhere. You experienced a pang of guilt every time you innocently assumed you had greatly misjudged her character and that she was in fact pretty much perfect. The way you let your guard down with her and remained concerned for your mind made it so much easier for Kate to slip into your apartment at night to carry out the necessary tasks.
“Do you ever wonder if you’re going crazy?” You asked blatantly as your eyes stayed fixed on the TV a few metres away. It was the only source of light in the dim apartment and it was just enough to illuminate the distant look in your eye that Kate immediately connected to the empty beer bottle in your hand. She looked down at her own and took a swig in an effort to hide the knowing smile that threatened to slip before she answered you. You were breaking in just the way she expected you to.
“I think seeing what crazy really looks like every day keeps me pretty grounded.” The archer answered in what she believed was the truth. “Why?” She continued, trying to play off her excitement and pretend to be interested in the film that had auto-played though she wasn’t sure you were following along with the story either.
“Just wondered.” You were only a little tipsy but it was all it took to take away your ability to lie smoothly. Kate hummed and the two of you let the tv fill the space once more. “You’ve really never questioned your mind?” You asked suddenly, making Kate chuckle openly as she turned herself fully towards you.
“What’s going on with you?” She pushed, gentle and patient as ever.
“I think the stress of work’s just catching up to me.” You shrugged as you felt the familiar swarm of anxious thoughts arise. You were starting to miss deadlines and no matter how many notes you left around your apartment and office it didn’t seem to be enough.
“Then quit.” Your friend said plainly.
“I can’t just quit my job, Kate.” You huffed and rolled your eyes at the rich kid antics that seemingly never went away.
“Sure you can. You can come work for me.” She said so nonchalantly you were sure she was pulling your leg. The CEO started peeling the label on the bottle as though she handed out such exclusive job offers so often that it bored her.
“What?” You blinked.
“I’m serious, you could start Monday.” She continued like it was no big deal. You guessed in her world it really wasn’t. Kate stopped fiddling with the bottle and looked at you with soft eyes. “I’ll take care of you.” There was a strong underlying sincerity to her words as she placed her hand atop of yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze, as though she knew that was exactly what you needed. “I promise.” You exhaled heavily and turned your hand over so that your fingertips could lightly trace hers before slipping between them.
A small tug of your hand was all the encouragement you needed to not only close the small distance between you and Kate but to straddle her lap and bring both hands up to her neck. The archer barely had a chance to hold your waist before you were kissing her with almost bruising force that she matched in an instant and took control of easily. Her left hand swiftly snaked down to your ass that she squeezed without restraint, earning a small gasp from you. She slipped her tongue past your parted lips and hummed at the taste of you before you pulled away with a content smile.
“So you’ll work for me?” Kate asked as she rested her forehead against yours and cherished the feeling of your soft breath against her.
“No.” You chuckled. The raven haired woman paused, ready to object until you stopped her. “But I’ll go on that second date.” Kate smirked and gripped your ass harder to pull you as close to her as she could and pressed her lips firmly against yours again.
*
You were glad you had that jovial moment with Kate to cling onto, because from then on, it was one stroke of bad luck after another, if you could even call it luck. First it was your car refusing to start one Wednesday morning when you were trying to go to work but instead had to stay with your crappy vehicle until someone came to tow it to a garage only to tell you they had no idea what was wrong with it and that they would have to keep it for a while. It wasn’t an entirely cheap or old car so the issue wasn’t one you were prepared to face to any degree, especially not financially.
“I want to.” She replied immediately. So much. “It would make me happy to have you here and-” Kate bit her tongue to stop herself getting too carried away in telling you how she wanted you by her side as much as possible. There would be time for that. “Just stay.”
“I can’t.” You sighed heavily, feeling defeated and far too tired.
“Why not?” Kate pushed as she leant back and cupped your face gently to have your blurry eyes meet her.
“I think I’m going crazy, Katie.” You admitted as your voice broke. Everything’s just such a blur and it’s all too complicated and I…” You tried to steady yourself to remain as coherent as you could while Kate listened on patiently. “I can’t remember anything and it’s making things really fucking hard. The only moments that are clear are when I’m with you but I don’t know why and I know that sounds stupid but-” You rambled and panicked more when you realised how insane you sounded.
“That’s okay.” Kate said simply with a smile that was much too relaxed for the conversation.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And we’ll fix this.” You stared at Kate, not understanding how she wasn’t at all phased by what you were saying. If you weren’t relying so heavily on her, you might have heard the alarm bells in the back of your mind. “Just stay here with me. We’ll get you new clothes and anything you need and you’ll come to work with me.” Kate explained as she wiped away the tears on your cheeks, staring down at you with such adoration that you easily followed everything she said. “Everything will be fine.” Kate said with such a sense of finality you could only nod in response.
“What about seeing a doctor?” You asked.
“Let's just wait and see.” You nodded again without argument and settled back into Kate’s arms when she kissed you softly and hummed a tune you didn’t recognise. The two of you were already in bed so she had no issue with letting the exhaustion of the day catch up to you until you were fast asleep in her arms and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that the scene would soon be a familiar one.
Very soon, things started to improve. Kate never stopped drugging you like she had intended to. She had planned to slowly reduce the amounts she gave you over time but a week into having you so invested in her life she discovered that there was something about how pliable and desperate for Kate’s presence they made you. You grew scared in those vulnerable moments and you knew the archer was the only one who could help ease those worries so you seeked her out more. And Kate loved it. She thrived off it. She used it.
There were less blanks in your memory, only occurring a few times a week, though the haze over your mind came and went throughout each day and left you disorientated. Kate was understanding of that and let you take naps in her office on the sofa that was comfier than the one you had in your old apartment and more peaceful too although that may have just been down to being in Kate’s presence while you rested.
You were content with Kate, more content than you ever had been and you didn’t want that to ever change. Sure, she was quick to place a possessive hand on your waist anywhere you went and sometimes you wondered if she was a little patronising when restricting you from carrying out tasks that would take you too far away from her office. But she looked after you. She loved you. She showed it in the way she always wanted you close. She showed it in her insistence to ensure you never had to do anything for yourself. She showed it when she told you she was never letting you go. She showed it in the way she touched you every night.
“Such a fragile little thing.” Kate mused as she watched her strap disappear into your soaked cunt. She took her painstakingly slow time in admiring the way your muscles reacted to the toy and listening to the needy mewls it brought out from you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head up to force you to look at yourself in the mirror on the wall in front of you. You moaned as you watched Kate, situated comfortably behind you, grip onto your waist with her other hand to keep you in place as she eased the toy out. “You see what I do to you?” She smirked as you registered your tear stained cheeks and utterly desperate look as evident from the hours prior she had spent playing with your body.
“Fuck.” Was all you managed as a response as you focused your energy on trying to keep yourself up on your forearms. You were getting so close again but Kate had already edged you countless times that night that you weren’t sure she was going to give you what you wanted just yet.
“I can tell you’re getting so close again.” She noted as she thrusts her hips wildly against your own to give you her full length each time. “Do you wanna cum, pretty baby?”
“Please!” You managed to beg with a cry as you attempted to grind back against her to reach your orgasm before she had the chance to deny you of it. But Kate knew your body and mind too well and slipped out of you with a mocking chuckle when you gave a cry of protest. She patted your tailbone as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes.
“Too bad I’m not ready to let you.” She chuckled and delivered a harsh smack to your ass. You lurched forward and your arms gave out under you in an instant. “Oh baby, you look so fucking pathetic like that.” Kate pouted in a bitterly condescending tone that raked your body with shivers.
She took that as her cue to flip your limp body onto your back before slipping her strap back between your legs with no resistance. You squirmed with how sensitive you already were but a firm hand on your torso kept you firmly planted against the mattress as Kate thrust into you without mercy, admiring how fucked out you became from her actions.
“Fuck, you love it when I fuck you with my cock, don’t you pretty baby?” You were unable to give a verbal response and thankfully Kate wasn’t expecting one, content to continue using your pussy how she pleased to gain the needy reactions she wanted. She always loved pushing you to the brink of your desperation, seeing your mind being filled with thoughts and need for her and her alone. You belonged to her, and in those moments you best understood that.
“Cum for me, princess. Let me see how good I make you feel.” She ordered as she thumbed at your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips up into her hand as incoherent pleas tumbled from your lips and you went crashing over the edge. Kate let you pull her close as you came and used her to anchor yourself onto the only thing you needed. “That’s my good girl. There you go, such a sweet baby for me.” She muttered words of praise and assurance for several minutes as you came down, your hold on her never loosening.
“Thank you.” You muttered weakly, always wanting to express your gratitude any moment you could. Kate’s lips turned up into a smile as she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Of course. You know I’ll always take care of you.”
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Previous Chapter: Bad Things
Bucky was tired; he didn’t think he had it in him to put up another fight, so, he too decided to try to get some rest—it would be easier to control his temper, right? If he was just a little more energised. Despite his lassitude yet as he expected, he barely slept, in and out of rest through the night, constantly checking to see if your breathing patterns were normal or if you had woken up—you slept like a baby.
Before the sun, he decided to just get out of bed; he was restless, trying to think of anything he could do for you as he paced the kitchen—the food would go cold or cereal soggy if made up breakfast for you now, but taking care of you always made him feel good, he thought maybe he could give you a nice, warm bath, but he didn’t want to wake you. He decided to make coffee for himself, and downed three mugs in the span of just a few minutes, more concerned with getting caffeine into him than enjoying a morning cup.
The birds started their song and and he made his way back to his bedroom, where he was surprised to find you awake, and staring straight at him.
“Hey, doll,” he cooed as he stepped into the room slowly filling with sunlight, “How’d you sleep?” he asked as he sat on the bed and softly caressed your cheek, a pang of guilt hitting him as he moved his hand up and down your tear-stained cheeks, and he briefly wondered if they were from during the night, and how he had missed them.
“I don’t know, James,” you sighed, “I have my wrists bound above my head, and, contrary to popular belief, it’s not the most comfortable position to be in, let alone sleep in, would you believe it?”
The anger he felt at your snappy comment was mellowed by the guilt he felt of having you in that awkward placement, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there. He knew you weren’t stupid, no, far from it, so why would you try be snippy while in such a vulnerable place? You had nowhere to go, had you any idea how easy it would be for him to—
He stopped his thoughts and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, doll, I really am,” he mumbled, looking everywhere but your eyes, yet your rage-filled gaze still burnt through him, “But this is only temporary, alright? And—”
He felt a tear drop fall onto his thumb.
“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, doll, why the tears?”
He decided he couldn’t avoid the faux-hatred (he was sure you loved him—he knew it) in your eyes as he met your gaze, bringing his other hand up to your cheeks and wiping at your tears, “Sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise, everything is alright, I’m here, and I’m gonna take such good care of you, doll—anything you want.”
“I want to leave,” you choked out
“Baby, I’m sorry, that’s the one thing—”
You made one of those loud gasps that people make when they’re trying so hard not to cry but they needs to breathe, and he actually paused for a moment. What was he doing? Had he overreacted to you just being understandably upset? Truth be told, it didn’t matter to him—he was in too deep now, and you were sinking with him.
“I can’t do that,” he continued in a deathly grave timbre, one that even shocked him with how low it was, “But I will take care of you,” he promised in a lighter tone, “You’ve gotta eat something,” he told you as he stood.
He returned moments later with a bowl of cereal.
Fuck. No.
You briefly wondered if you were going insane so soon into this mind game with your mood swings, but now, you were angry again. The sad sapphire tears that had kissed your cheeks were turning into angry waves as hot liquid spilled over your face.
James lifted the spoon to your lips and you opened your mouth as he pushed it in. When he pulled out, you spat in his face.
You immediately regretted it.
You froze, shocked at your action and wondering where you had gotten the fucking balls. You waited for his jaw to clench, for him to get mad at you, to yell, maybe even hit you—but he didn’t. He stood up taking the bowl with him and he left the room. You couldn’t even be relieved to be alone; was he coming back with a fucking gun or something? A knife?
He didn’t come back for hours—he was gone as the sky grew light and then dimmed and then dark. The first few hours you had struggled against the rope, but all that did was rub your wrists raw until you couldn’t move them anymore without an unbearable stinging. He had left you ungagged, but you seriously worried about why he had done that; sure, he lived a little out of the way—not really in a neighbourhood, but not so far that if you really, really strained your lungs and someone was walking by, they just might hear you—but an assassin wouldn’t be so careless with a detail like that unless he explicitly knew it wouldn’t be a problem. So you didn’t scream. After crying so hard you choked, rubbing your wrists raw against your restraints, kicking around for anything to help (which you regretted because when it began to get cold, the blankets were long gone), and twisting and turning to try to slip out, you were exhausted and sweaty when he walked in the door.
“James!” you called out as you straightened up as much as you could in the awkward position, “I’m so sorry,” you apologised. Truthfully, you were; you would rather have him in the room with you so you could better predict his actions than leave him to his own devices outside your perception, worried he was getting something to hurt you, or just abandoning you there, leaving you to starve.
He didn’t even look at you, his eyes instead trailing the scattered sheets and pillows on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” you apologised for that too, “I can clean it up!”
He gave you a flat stare, “Nice try.”
You slumped your shoulders as he disappeared into his bathroom.
Bucky had nearly died when you called out his name when he came back, like you were a puppy excited to see its owner’s return. After leaving you, he had honestly just loitered around his home, pacing the living room, reading books that he couldn’t even really focus on, and laying on his back on the floor or on the couch. You still preoccupied his thoughts, but he forced himself to stay out for a while; he thought maybe you would call out to him, that you would beg for him to come back if he left you alone—he knew how lonely you were; it was the reason he could get you in the first place. Admittedly, he was a little embarrassed you hadn’t once said anything (the only sounds coming from his bedroom were grunts as you struggled and the occasion loud sob) but his heart shot right back up when you had called out to him. And when you had apologised? Twice? The optimist in him hoped these were the first steps to get you to just submit.
He kept a straight face and made sure to avoid eye contact with you, or else he would lose if and want to kiss you all over. He observed the messy floor and heard you say,
“I can clean it up!”
He suppressed an eye roll, thoroughly irritated by the fact you thought for even a second he was that gullible, “Nice try,” he deadpanned, before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him, were he stood with the most giddy, schoolboy-like grin on his face.
You hadn’t eaten or bathed today, both of which he was looking forward to helping you with. He started the bath and poked his head through the door to tell you, “I’m running you a bath!”
You stilled at his words.
“Can I do it alone?” you asked.
“No; I’m here.”
You threw your head back and choked on the word, “Please,” you begged, “Please, James, this is fucking humiliating!” you cried.
He didn’t really take in your words—he tilted his head and contemplated whether or not he liked you speaking to him like this; on the one hand, he guessed communication was key in relationships, it’s what he’d heard, but maybe you were getting too confident now.
He so badly wanted to reply, but he wasn’t about to turn this into a whole thing when it was final regardless.
He sighed; as soon as he stepped back into the bathroom, he heard your kicking start up again. He quickly turned off the running water and walked back out to you. He was a little more concerned than irritated; your wrists were badly hurt.
He didn’t do anything to stop you, and you didn’t stop fighting even when he came back into the room. He walked out and to the kitchen. You were only exhausting and hurting yourself, you just needed to rest.
From the locked top cabinet, he pulled out a small bottle and unscrewed the cap with a dropper attached to it. One, two, three drops in your glass when he was ready to put the bottle away. As he closed it again, the scribbled name across the label caught his eye.
F. Temple
Oh God, he returned with a glass of water. You stopped flailing your legs as he approached and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Drink,” he instructed, raising the glass to your lips, but you refused, shaking your head and sealing your lips tight.
“Drink,” he instructed again, more firmly this time, but still you declined, this time squeezing your eyes shut. That was, until, the skint of a knife.
Your eyes shot open, wide on the metal hand next to you as he twirled his knife. He stood, the knife in his left hand and glass in his right. With a sigh that gave off I was hope it wouldn’t have to come to this energy, he slipped the knife under your restraints and ran the blade slowly across your raw wrists, not making a cut. You resisted the urge to squirm, and he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow. You still shook your head at him.
He angled the knife downward and the tip of the knife lightly pierced into your already-sore skin. You winced, but didn’t say a word to allow him to give you the drink you were sure he had drugged. He shrugged, and dug deeper, the knife surely going one, two, three centimetres below the surface. You screamed and tried to pull away, but that only allowed for him to go deeper.
“Stop!” you shrieked, and he did; he didn’t go further, but presented the glass back to your lips. In your sobbing state, you still refused, shaking your head and choking on your pleas for him to pull out—he didn’t, he pushed the knife further in until you finally yelled at him for to just fucking give it to you, afraid if he went any further the blade would surely pierce right through you and poke out on the other side.
You only managed to gulp less than half the glass with the rest of the water spilling onto your chest, but felt the effects immediately. Surely, you had died. Your body went so heavy you felt your own weight might crush your lungs, and you fell so still you were sure somehow that drink had paused everything within you—when blood’s not pumping through your veins anymore, you really realise how harsh the thumps were. You felt like your blood wasn’t rushing anymore, everything in you was just so still, frozen over. Surely, you had died.
The sound of James’ sigh was so loud you would have clamped your hands over your ears if you could move them, and the feeling of his hands against your skin was fucking overwhelming; your cold body could feel his every pulse through his veins as he wrapped his arms around and you and scooped your up bridal style, and his heartbeat threatened to bust your eardrums as he pressed your head against his chest, supporting your neck with one hand and holding you with the other.
His footsteps boomed as he walked to the bathroom, where he set you down in a corner propped up by the wall with a kiss pressed to your forehead. The tiles were cold against your thighs, exposed by your shorts, and your arms felt the same, exposed by your t-shirt. You were surprised you could even sit up, because, even as you were supported by the wall, you were so off-balance, it felt.
The sound of water rushing from the tap was so loud you could have sworn you were in the middle of a waterfall, but you couldn’t even bring your eyes up to look over as James ran the bath.
After a few minutes of sitting through the loudest thing you would ever hear in your life, he scooped you up again and sat you on the toilet as he undressed you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed, for his hot hands and the cold seat were confusing your senses, and you were sure this would give you a cold once you recovered from being drugged. You were at least grateful his gaze didn’t linger on your naked form for too long, but you couldn’t miss the twitch of his jaw and the rising of his pants.
You were also grateful the water was just the right temperature compared to the heat and freeze of everything else that was touching you. And you were grateful that James was gentle as he washed you, though your wrists stung as they were swallowed by water, and your deep cut burnt so much you were sure it had caught fire. But you couldn’t react—not physically, anyway.
I wonder if I’m peeing right now, you wondered, trying to take your mind off your humiliating dependence on a man you barely knew, I haven’t peed in, like, two days.
You had gotten a bit used to your heightened senses when James pulled you out of the tub and wrapped you in a towel. He was quiet the entire time he washed you, dried you off, and rubbed lotion into your skin and deodorant under your arms. Vanilla and honey, the lotion smelt like. He pulled one of his t-shirts over your head, which was obviously big, acting as a nightie for you.
He finally spoke when he had laid you down on the bed, “I’m not sure if I should tie you up again,” he sighed as he took your wrists in his hands, running his calloused thumbs over your scars. He dropped your hands and though they fell to the mattress, it still felt pretty sore for you.
His eyes lit up with an idea and he moved to his side of the bed. You couldn’t see what he was doing as you lay staring at the ceiling, but a bit of shuffling later you and were stilled. Completely stilled. Eyes shut, you couldn’t even move your pupils side to side under your lids—you couldn’t lift a finger, move a toe, you wondered if you were even breathing. You lay so unmoving you a rock would have envied you—but you couldn’t even be concerned about it on account of your sudden heavy exhaustion.
The drug was weird, James knew first hand, but it was the easiest way to maintain some level of control over you, as much as his controlling actions disgusted him, like he was turning into the people he hated.
Your chest wasn’t rising and falling, so he really couldn’t tell if your breathing had changed to indicate you were asleep, so he lay still next to you for an hour or so—he knew it would exhaust you regardless, but he wanted to play it safe, knowing the sensory overload of him shifting, tossing and turning, would be a lot to handle. It was a lot for him to handle the first time, and he was obviously stronger than you.
He didn’t sleep well—he never did.
He beat the sun to rise and the birds to sing as he hummed while he prepared you food for this morning.
As much as he hated to wake you, he did when he came back after tying you back up.
Your eyes shot open with a deep gasp, and he watched you get used to the feeling of breathing again, the feeling of your stomach acid churning, you heart pumping, your veins pulsing.
“I made you breakfast,” he commented as he pulled up a chair next to you, “And you’re eating today.”
You had to. You not eating was probably the cause of most of his stress yesterday.
He was glad to see you desperately nod and open your mouth when he presented a spoonful. You visibly had issues swallowing and keeping it down, but that was all side effects. He was mildly surprised you didn’t ask if he had drugged it, but took it as a good sign; maybe you were beginning to trust him more.
You got more used to it the more bites you took and he was happy when you had finished the bowl.
“Want more?” he asked as he stood. You shook your head.
What the fuck was that drug, you wondered as he left the room, head throbbing, though you couldn’t tell if it was a headache or just blood rushing around as normal. Granted, you had never been drugged before, but that was so not normal. And he seemed to somehow control you with it, as subtle as it was. How the fuck… you pondered that maybe it was some high tech new thing from Stark or Banner or something to do with the Avengers, maybe even Hydra, but still, it baffled you how a glass of water had such a fucking impact.
You were glad he didn’t seem to have done anything to your breakfast, because you weren’t sure if you could go through that weirdness without dying this time. While he was gone, you found yourself every once in a while trying to name items in the room, feeling so disorientated you were worried you were having a stroke.
Pillow, drawers, James—
“James!” you called out as he stepped back into the room, admittedly embarrassed at how eager it came out, “Hi,” you tried again, cooly this time.
“Hey,” he returned with a smirk, clearly chuffed with himself for causing your excitement, and though you wanted to slap that fucking look off his face, you shook the thoughts and spoke,
“Maybe we can do something today,” you offered, “Watch something.”
The entire reason you were in this position was because you had ignored him (while in a depressed state, might you add)—maybe he just wanted attention, to spend some time with you, and maybe if he took you to the living room, you could find a way out the front door.
He pondered this for a second, observing you so harshly you fought not to squirm under his gaze, instead holding it, and briefly wondering if he could read minds and see past your plan. But he smiled in the end.
End of Still.
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