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Drunk Night

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Word count: 0.6k

Summary: Wanda takes care of you after you drink too much.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, pills(painkillers) vomiting, fluff, lots of kisses

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Your coworker invited you to the local bar for their birthday party. What was only supposed to be two hours, one drink max turned into four hours and you babbling incoherently the whole ride home.

Getting a call late past midnight about how her wife is drunk, all Wanda could do was sigh. She wasn’t really worried since she knew you had friends with you, but she was concerned about how she could hear you on the other end of the line, singing loudly in the background.

Wanda shook her head when she saw you stumble out of the car. Rushing over to you before you could face-plant onto the front lawn. Absolute awe crossed your face when you laid eyes on Wanda. Her viridescent eyes full of care as she fussed over you. You hadn’t even realized you were babbling until Wanda was chuckling, the only things she could make out was “beautiful goddess” and “partner must be lucky”

“Honey, I’m your wife,” she laughed at the shock on your face. Wanda thanked your friends for taking care of you, while you just kept mumbling “you’re my wife” all the way to the door step.

The bed springs creaked as you crashed on your side. “Spinning. Room spinning,” groaning as you hung your arms over your eyes, head pounding. Keeling over the edge of the bed you grabbed the trash can on the floor, heaving up everything you’ve had. Eyes watering as you tried to sit up.

“Come here, baby. You need to eat,” Guiding you lean on her shoulder as she fed you a banana piece by piece. Accompanying you to the bathroom she help you brush your teeth and get ready for bed, having you down half a glass of water before laying you back down. After dimming the lights she laid next you rubbing circles on your stomach, keeping an eye on you until you fell asleep.

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The morning sunlight in your eyes felt like it was splitting your head open. Quickly closing them you turned over, feeling Wanda’s side had gone cold. Frowning, you slowly sat up, gently crawling out of bed, before slowly opening your eyes again. You took your time brushing your teeth since you left the lights off. Head pounding every step down the stairs, no matter how gently you walked, the sizzling sound of bacon getting louder, reverberating around your skull. The delicious smell of breakfast made your stomach rumble, alerting Wanda to your presence.

“Your medicine is right there,” she nodded over her shoulder towards the two small pills on the table next to a glass of water. Sauntering over to her you wrapped your arms around her pressing your face into her hair, “-m sorry. I know my limit now.”

“All that matters is that you’re home safe,” moving the skillet on the back burner before turning around, softly kissing you. Smiling into the kiss you pulled her closer by her waist. She kissed you once more before pulling away, “Now go take your medicine.”

Taking your medicine you sat down, watching wanda finish up breakfast. Eyes falling to the plate when she placed it in front of you, your heart melted as you tried holding back your tears. Wanda had made heart-shaped pancakes with bacon. Hugging her waist, “How did I get so lucky with you?”

“Not luck,” She bent down to kiss your forehead, lifting your head up gazing deeply into your eyes, “Love.”

“Wow. Cheesy,” you teased as you pecked her lips, “I love you, Wanda.”

A huge smile lit up her face as she laughed, “I love you too, baby.”

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Secrets

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Reader/Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: secrets and hidden agendas are revealed

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon/dubcon exhibitionism/vouyerism, stalking, cursing, mommy kink, strap-on, oral sex(r giving), fingering(r receiving), face riding, fluff

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“What the hell is this!?” Wanda’s loud voice startled you out of your slumber. Crawling out of your cage you silently snuck to the stairs spotting Wanda and Natasha in the kitchen, Wanda waving pictures in front of Natasha’s face. “Do you have any idea how bad this is, Natasha?”

“So bad,” Natasha snatched the pictures out of Wanda’s hand flipping through them, “How did you even get these?”

“They were on my desk at the office, but that’s not even important. What’s important is that someone knows about Bunny and we’re screwed!” Wanda started pacing around the kitchen, running her hand through her hair, “You and Bunny both disobeyed my rules!”

“I told Bunny it was okay. I disobeyed you,” Natasha confessed throwing the pictures on the table, sitting down putting her head in her hands, “I’ll whatever punishment you want to give but Bunny is innocent.”

“Cameras.” Wanda gasped, realization on her face, “The cameras in the office. We can check them to see who dropped these,” picking up the pictures and tossing them in the air, “fucking photos off!”

Rushing up the stairs they stopped in their tracks upon seeing you. “Bunny? What are you doing here?” picking you up, Wanda carried you to the office.

Noticing she was holding you tighter than she ever has, you placed a kiss on her cheek, “I woke up. Didn’t want to disturb you and Mama.”

“Oh Bunny,” she cooed walking around the desk as Natasha typed away at the keyboard. Turning your head you watched the camera feed of an office. A mahogany desk on each side of the room with leather chairs in front of them, an ornate crimson rug in the center.

“Someone cut the feed. There’s a five minute skip right here.” Natasha realized, stepping back so Wanda could see. Wanda set you down on the desk, keeping her hand secured on your hand as she got a better look at the screen. They shared a silent stare, their faces stony.

“Is something bad going to happen?” Your voice wavered as their faces softened.

“No, honey, nothing bad is going to happen, I promise,” Wanda promised interlocking her pinky with yours. Setting you on her hip she suggests,” Mama has a some work to do. How about you help me make dinner and then we’ll get ready for bed?” you nodded, giving Natasha a kiss before you were carried out.

Wanda set you on the kitchen counter while clearing away the photos and taking out everything for dinner. Wanda cut the meat and vegetables tossing them in the pot, letting you measure and pour the seasonings. You found yourself growing fussy as your eyes kept wandering to the stairs, waiting for Natasha. Placing the lid on the pot Wanda carried you to the bathroom, pouting at the closed office door once you reached the top of the stairs. You were quiet as Wanda bathed you, unresponsive to her attempts to cheer you up. You only nodded when she had to check on dinner, leaving you to play with your robotic bath toys.

“Looks like someone could use a bun sanwich,” your ears perked up at the voice. Referring to the first time you cuddled with both Wanda and Natasha, Natasha jokingly called it a ‘bun sanwich’ to which you loved the term, constantly asking for them. Natasha kneeled outside the tub, “Mommy said you missed me.”

“You took too long,” you pouted, picking the toys out the water one by one.

“I’m really sorry, princess. How about some ice cream to make up for it?” Pressing a kiss to your cheek when you nodded in agreement. “Let’s hurry. I’m pretty sure I saw Mommy slicing some strawberries,” her eyebrows wiggled as a bright smile took over your face.

Surprisingly, Wanda didn’t scold Natasha for giving you ice cream after dinner, she even let you sit in her lap while Natasha fed you. Natasha carried you to bathroom helping you with your nighttime routine. Just as you finished Wanda came in making sure everything was done before her and Natasha did their routines. Crawling under the covers you settled yourself in the middle of the bed, Natasha pulling you into her as soon as she got in bed. Once you felt Wanda pressed against your back, you finally stopped resisting sleep and drifted off between them.

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Tuning out of your daze, you stood up looking at the floor around you. Dozen of drawings were littered around you, some pieces you deemed worthy to hang in the home office, others were just scribbles of whatever came to mind. Drawings that you made by the morning light now looked off in the afternoon rays. Picking the ones you like up you turned around only to find Natasha and Wanda gone. You vaguely remember another person’s voice in the house, but Wanda kept you in your playpen, trying to distract you with markers.

Stepping into the kitchen, you frowned upon not finding anyone there. Your eyebrows furrowed when you heard muffled voices coming from the basement door. Placing your drawings on the floor you slowly turned the doorknob, quietly opening the door. Slowly descending the stairs Wanda and Natasha’s voices became clearer.

“Looks like you have a little stalker, Wanda,” Natasha teased as she scrolled through a phone. Tossing the phone to Wanda, she started looking through. The young woman on the floor desperately pleading through the tape over her mouth, unable to do much due to her ankles and neck being chained to the floor, the front of her blazer crumpling underneath her.

The stair creaked as you tried to crawl backwards. All attention on you now Wanda spoke up, “Come here, Bunny. You aren’t in trouble.”

Shuffling over you pressed yourself into Wanda’s side, “you pinky promised nothing bad would happen.” Looking down at the raven haired woman glaring right back up at you.

“Nothing bad has happened, Bunny,” she took your face in her warms hands, her fingertips a bit cold. “Kate, here just needs to learn her lesson about trying to take something that doesn’t belong to her,” her voice turned stern, casting a hard look at Kate.

Scrolling through the photos on the phone, she showed you picture after picture of her daily routine at work. A flurry of emotions rose in your chest as she scrolled to more private photos. Pictures of Wanda shopping, recognizing the shampoo that she buys you in her hand, then one of you and Wanda ‘washing dishes’ through the kitchen window- you were trying to wash dishes as Wanda edged you for the 3rd time that day. The next slide was a video of the previous picture, the video unsteady as you hear heavy labored breaths. Then the photos of Natasha and you at the park, dated a month ago. You tightly gripped Wanda’s shirt, your jaw clenched trying to keep yourself composed.

“She wants to take mommy away,” your eyes widened, tears welling up, not being able to bear the thought of someone taking Wanda away from you.

“No!” you whined, squeezing Wanda’s midsection tightly, burying your face in her shirt, “you’re my mommy.” Pulling your face from her she wipes the fresh tears from your cheeks.

“Shh, Bunny. Mommy isn’t going anywhere.” She kissed your forehead.

“I wouldn’t have let Mommy be taken away from us,” Natasha soothed. Her hand rubbed your back pulling you both in for a hug, nuzzling your face in between both of them.

The hug was broken when Wanda pulled you to floor, sitting you in her lap with your thighs over hers to keep your legs open. You skin erupted in goosebumps when Wanda peeled your hoodie off of you, bunching up your skirt at your hips her fingers ghosting over your clit.

“You want mine or Mama’s cock?” Wanda husked in your ear, pinching your nipples.

“Mama’s. I want your fingers, please,” you breathed out, arching your back.

Shying away from Kate’s furious stare, you pressed your body into Wanda’s. Her hands wrapped around you, holding you close, ”Since you asked so nicely.” She pushed two fingers in your mouth, instinctively sucking them. Slipping her fingers out your mouth Wanda cupped your pussy, easing a finger in letting you adjust before add the second digit. Head falling to her shoulder, letting your whines fall from your lips. Skin burning in every place Wanda kissed, rhythmically curling her fingers and rubbing your your clit with her palm, hips jerking back against her not bothering to hold back your moans.

“Tell Kate how good it feels,” Wanda commanded kissing a trail up the side of your neck, your eyes falling close from pleasure.

“Mommy’s fingers feel so good,” whining out as Wanda deeply curled her fingers. Your head felt fuzzy as a hand carded through your hair. Opening your eyes, you saw Natasha looking down at you with a soft smile.

“Good Bunny,” Natasha praised, gently guiding you to her cock. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip before you took the tip into your mouth. Gathering more hair Natasha kept your head still, sliding more of her strap in your mouth. Moaning around Natasha’s dildo when Wanda pumped her fingers faster. Your body shook as you tried to close your legs, Wanda’s luscious thighs preventing your from doing so, juices soaking her fingers and your inner thighs.

Natasha took your from Wanda’s arms laying you on the floor, nipping at any skin you could before she pulled away. You caught sight of the the hooks glistening in the light, recalling all the times you hung from them. How Wanda would circle you, painting your poor battered body all colors with her whip. The ropes that heavily constricted your movement, not allowing you to stretch to relieve your achy joints.

“You’ve been such a good bunny lately. You deserve a treat.” Her dripping cunt hovering over your face. Rubbing the tip of the dildo along your folds Natasha eased into you, her thumb circling your clit, your moans muffled when Wanda lowered herself onto your mouth. Warmth blossomed on your face when moans fell from Wanda’s lips, your nose nudging her clit as you licked her folds. Wanda tasted heavenly, you couldn’t get enough.

Interlacing one hand with Wanda’s you wiggled your other hand from under her leg looking for Natasha’s hand, pulling her closer until you met her green orbs over Wanda’s shoulder. Natasha’s hand wrapped around wanda rubbing at her clit, hips quickening and eyes fluttering shut.

It was a beautiful sight above you. Wanda’s head thrown back in pleasure lip tucked under her teeth, her ginger hair falling over her shoulders, gray shirt hanging loosely on her body, Natasha’s lips attached to her neck, both their hands squeezing yours. The light above look like halos around them, your saviors.

Wanda bucking her hips chasing her high reinvigorated your efforts, he knot in your belly close to snapping. Natasha’s sloppy thrust turning into tiny jerks as her hips quiver from her orgasm, letting out little mewls of pleasure. Your thighs shook as you wrapped your legs around her hips, fucking yourself onto her cock trying to drag out every aftershock. Wanda shook above you, hand wrapped in your hair as her thighs clenched the sides of your head. You whined as Natasha pulled out, your cunt clenching around nothing.

You kissed Wanda’s inner thigh as she lifted herself up to take the cock in her mouth. Glancing over to Kate her eyebrows were tight-knitted, the collar of her shirt wet with sweat, a thin sheet on her forehead. Gaining a surge of confidence, you had an idea.

“Our bunny has such a sweet pus- ahh,” she cut herself off when you pulled her hips back down, sucking on her clit, getting lost in her wonderful taste again. Fisting the bottom of her shirt pulling it down to cover her as much as possible. In attempts to quite herself she started cleaning your juices off Natasha’s strap. As she shook above you once more, your middle finger “accidentally” came loose from your grip where Kate could clearly see.

Chest heaving, sucking in all the air you could when Wanda finally released you. She sat you up kissing you deeply. “You‘re so perfect, Bunny,” she praised before handing you off to Natasha, “Mama’s going to take you while I take care of Kate. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Trusting her, you let Natasha take you up stairs without a fuss. You’d forgotten all about your drawings until Natasha bent down to pick them up, fawning over them. Questioning where you got the inspiration for the realistic bunny eye, you replied that it just came to you. She put them in the middle of the refrigerator so she and Wanda could see them every day. Carrying you over to the sofa she sat you in her lap, turning the television on to one of your favorite shows.

Not long later, you turned your head to see Kate walking towards the door, shame and hurt written all over her face. Wanda close behind, full of fury. The front door slammed behind Wanda, shaking the picture frames on the wall causing you to press yourself into Natasha, her hand running up and down your back. Wanda came back inside still enraged. She huffed as she sat down, gently taking you from Natasha, your legs left across her lap. Nuzzling you face in Wanda’s neck your peppered soft kisses there until you felt her shoulders relax. Resting your head on her chest you spent the rest of the night watching sitcoms until you all fell asleep on the sofa.

a/n: please ignore

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All Good Devils Masquerade Under The Light

Pairings: Bestfriend!Serial killer!Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Word count: 1.0k

Summary: One of the most trusted people in your life is also your worst nightmare.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, graphic depiction of choking, noncon/dubcon, drugging, somnophilia, alcohol consumption, unwanted orgasms, strap-on, overstimulation, handcuffs, squirting

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“The killer has a set schedule of taking their victims and yet the police have not been able to make an arrest. The police department will be extending the city-wide curfew until the killer is caught-“ switching the tv off you took a deep breathe to calm your nerves. Hands shaking as you tried to keep from anxiously biting your nails.

The sound of the doorbell made you jump out of your skin. Hesitantly opening the door you took a sigh of relief, smiling brightly when you saw Wanda holding your favorite candy, and a bottle of wine with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder. You’d forgotten that you’d invited Wanda to stay at your place until the murderer was caught, scared that you were a potential target. Each victim looking similar to you, each crime getting closer to your house, rightfully fearing for your life.

Taking her bag you set it by the door. “You’ve been okay?” Wanda asked from the kitchen island, pulling two wine glasses out the cabinet. The pop of the cork startling you for a second.

“Yeah, just I’ve been jumpy lately,” you breathed out as you sat down on the couch, relaxing into the plush cushions.

“That’s understandable. It’s a scary time right now.” Sitting next to you Wanda handed you your glass. Pulling a blanket off the back of the couch Wanda covered both of you, “A movie will take your mind off it.”

Finally the movie was over and you realized there was nothing distracting your mind now, thoughts returning to their previously worried state. “I just want to see if anything happened,” switching from the movie to the news, they were showing pictures of the victims, your body becoming heavy all of the sudden. Struggling to pay attention as you try to blink away your blurry vision.

“Those women don’t compare to you.” Wanda stated staring at the television. Confusion on your face as you turned towards her, eyebrows furrowed. Wanda swiftly pushed you over, landing harshly on the the sofa. Now very aware of how heavy your limbs were, your mouth dry as you tried to speak. “They broke too easily,” crawling over you, pinning your body underneath hers, “but you? I know you’ll last.” Breath shuttering as the meaning of Wanda’s words clicked, your stomach sinking with dread.

“Please.. don’t do this,” your voice quavered, all the energy in your body draining as your vision starting to tunneling, eyelids drooping.

Cradling your face in her hands Wanda cooed, “Shh, it’s okay. Just let the sedative do its job, no need to fight it,” her voice muddled, ears feeling like they were stuffed with cotton. Caressing your cheeks she thumbed away your tears, watching with amusement as you drifted into unconsciousness.

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Regaining consciousness you fuzzily see Wanda naked on top of you, her cheeks tinged red, the soft golden glow of the lamp illuminating her and the bedroom. Eyes widening when you realized you’re bare as well, feeling Wanda’s strap buried in your cunt. Bile rose in your throat noticing the fur lined leather cuffs around your wrists, trapped to the headboard. Your futile attempts to get her off only made her laugh.

Wanda pulled out, watching in mesmerization as she ran the head of her cock through your puffy folds, occasionally hitting your clit. “Such a greedy pussy,” dipping the tip in observing the way your hole sucked her in, pulling you by your waist until she bottomed out.

“So gorgeous,” she reached over pulling your polaroid off the nightstand, “picture perfect.” Wincing as the bright flash of light blinded you. Wanda set the picture on your chest, eagerly watching it develop. Upon looking at the picture you saw the red, angry hand marks around your neck, noting that your upper body is littered in deep purple marks.

“I believe I counted two orgasms. I couldn’t wait until you woke up, you were just too cute,” she leaned over attacking your neck. Her breath ragged as she hastily sucked on your neck, groping your breast roughly.

“There’s so many things I want to do to you. I’ve waited so long for this,” whispering as she pulled back. A harsh buck of her hips, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. Wanda grinned as she watched your mouth fall open in an ‘o’, “I can barely control myself around you.”

Her face hardened as she focused her thrusts, deep and determined. Wrapping her hands around your throat Wanda started squeezing, cutting off your circulation, head becoming light. Pulling on the cuffs you jerked your body, desperately trying to shake her off. Terror gripped you, ice flooding your veins as a sickening smile spread across Wanda’s features, her eyes completely unrecognizable to you.

This wasn’t the Wanda that you knew, who would cheer you up at a moments notice, regardless of the situation. No, this Wanda was twisted, perverse, willingly committing gruesome crimes just for the thrill of it. Violently coughing once Wanda released her hold, throat and chest burning as you heavily gasped for breath, tears welling up in your eyes. Airways blocked once again as Wanda surged forward swallowing any noises you made. Her thrusts gradually got rougher as she pinned you down by your throat. Wanda harshly bit your bottom lip drawing blood, whining in protest as her tongue chased the blood trickling into your mouth.

Fire erupting in your lower stomach when Wanda rubbed tight circles on your throbbing clit. Muscles tensing as your thighs began to shake, rushing towards the edge. “I love the way your face twists in pleasure when you come on my cock,” she husked out, thrusts becoming sloppy as she took one of your nipples in your mouth.

“It’s like your pussy was made for me,” grunting as she released your nipple with a pop, her hips stuttering. Her eyes closed as she squeezed the sides of your neck, squeaking out a moan as your body shook, juices coating Wanda’s cock and thighs. The sound off squelching and slapping skin resounded around the room as you both rode the aftershocks. Wanda’s face was flushed, eyes wild as she chuckled, breathing heavily as she gazed between you, “oh, that was lovely surprise.”

“We’re going to have so much fun.”

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Playground

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Reader/Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: Wanda has to go out of town for a bit, leaving you in Natasha’s care.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Stockholm Syndrome, Sensory Deprivation (blindfold, noise-canceling headphones, handcuffs), claustrophobia (locked in a closet) threat of bodily harm, cursing, hair pulling, semi-public sex, fingering, overstimulation

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Natasha was around a lot more since that night at dinner. Unfortunately, because of that you started to act out. You didn’t like that she invaded your space, or was even in the same room as you. Not to mention when she hovers over your cage when try to take your afternoon naps. Wanda scolded you whenever you refused food from Natasha, always pushing the plate away not eating until Wanda gave in and fed you.

Wanda had only tolerated your misbehavior around Natasha because she thought you just had to get used to her. Natasha had offered to make dinner, your favorite. Neither of them thought you would throw the plate of food at Natasha’s feet as she walked back to the counter. Natasha just stood there stunned, while Wanda pushed you up the stairs by the back of your neck.

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“Want to tell me what’s wrong, Bunny?” You just huffed, pushing your face further into your blanket trying to ignore the stinging pain of your ass from Wanda’s spankings, knowing you messed up when you saw her pull out the wooden paddle. Wanda was so disappointed that she had to use something more effective to get you back in line, but you could see the thrill behind her eyes that she got to punish you. You mumbled out that you didn’t that you didn’t like Natasha, that you didn’t want to call her Mama.

“Well you better start because she’ll be watching you when I leave. I’ll be gone for a week.” Shaking your head you begged her not to go, profusely apologizing for dinner. Cupping your face in her hands through the bars she cooed, ”I have to go, Bunny. Don’t give me those tears, and if hear of anymore misbehavior,” she roughly gripped your jaw, “I might have to find a way to permanently keep you obedient.”

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Wanda had woken you early before the sun rose, bringing you downstairs to your playpen, settling you in a makeshift bed. You clung to her as long as you could before she lulled you back into a deep sleep, tucking you under your star blanket.

“Eat your breakfast, Bunny.” Natasha ordered as you stared at your plate. Hearing her voice only made you grumpier. First, she had gently shook you. Responding by groaning and pulling your blanket of your face. She had returned every few minutes, each time pulling you out of your half conscious limbo. Natasha got fed up and raised her voice, startling you out of a sweet dream about Wanda. The second you smashed the plate by her feet you snapped. Standing up yelling at her to leave. Stomping your foot, crying that you wanted Mommy, all while she looked at you with a straight face. Slowly standing up, a smug smile creeped onto her face, “Oh, you have gotten so bold, Bunny.”

Pain twisted onto your face as Natasha’s hand flew to your hair. Tugging you up stairs into the bedroom, throwing you against the chest that sat at the foot of Wanda’s bed. “Don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again!” she roared, kneeling on your back, digging into the chest. Natasha wrestled your hands into handcuffs, before cuffing them to your ankles, making you bend forward so much that your ears were touching your knees. Once the blindfold was on you begged her to take it off, only to be unable to hear anything when she secured headphones over your ears. Wriggling and screaming with everything you have as you were dragged on the floor. You were shoved in somewhere small, the cold drywall touching you, feeling the door of the space vibrating as it was slammed shut. Pounding your body against the door, screaming for Natasha let you out. You pushed your body against the door as much as you could before giving up. Hanging your head you focused on your breathing, trying to slow down your heart beat, attempting to keep yourself centered. Your mind drifted to the box, not having been in a tight enclose space since then. You thought about how lonely it was, time stretching and warping around your mind. Relief filled you when you finally felt vibrations of footsteps growing stronger, stopping just before the door.

“M-mama?” You felt the soreness in your throat, not knowing if she could hear you, “Can I please come out? I’m sorry, I’ll be good.” You started falling when the door was opened, Natasha catching you before you hit the floor. Wanting to cry when she took the headphones off, being able to hear Natasha’s heart beat as she held you.

“Tell me why you’ve been misbehaving,” she commanded softly as she unlocked the handcuffs, helping you sit up.

“It’s not just Mommy and me anymore. It’s different now.” You mumbled, pressing your face in her chest.

“I only want to take care of you, Bunny, but I won’t hesitate to punish you and remind you of your place.” Regaining your sight you saw that you were in front of the storage closet at the end of the hallway. Scooting into her arms nodding, “I’ll be good, I promise.” Carrying you back to the kitchen you caught sight of the time on the microwave. You had only been in the closet for half an hour but it felt like an eternity. Natasha put you down and served you another plate of food, making sure you ate it.

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The next few days passed in a flash. Natasha would set up your playpen in the office while she worked so you could watch the fish, only stepping in after asking. You took all her meals without a fuss. She even got you a new toy to keep you occupied, a small chewy lettuce head that squeaks. Falling in love with it instantly, you obsessively chased the squeaker that moved around.

Today was unexpected. Instead of going to the office after breakfast Natasha dressed you up, packed a picnic bag, and put you in the car, kissing your temple as she secured your seatbelt. The car hummed to life before Natasha pulled out of the gravel driveway. She placed a hand on your thigh, noticing your quickened breath, looking over to see you scanning the trees frantically. Pulling off to the side she laid your seat back to let you lay down, grabbing your blanket from the back to cover you. Natasha held your hand as she drove on. The ride was peaceful, Natasha jammed out to the radio the whole time, her braids swinging wildly as she bopped her head to the music.

Natasha squeezed your hand, signaling that you could get up once she stopped the car. Sitting up you saw that you were at an old park, surrounded by trees. It was an open space with a treehouse like play area in the forefront, a concert walking trail that loops around the park and breaks off into the trees, and tree resting on the hill in the back overlooking the park. “It’s alright, Bunny. No one is here, nobody will see you,” Natasha voice calmed you as she helped you out of the car.

Natasha laid out the picnic blankets and food while you looked large sturdy oak tree above you in admiration. You noticed how many carved marks and hearts it had around its trunk, and wondered how many things it’s seen in its lifetime. Pulling you into her lap, Natasha began to feed you, making sure you ate the vegetables first. Wanda had warned Natasha that the only way you would eat your vegetables is if you have sweet fruit to chase them.

After you finished, Natasha made you lay down so your stomach could settle before she let you play around the park. You focused on the way the leaves shook in the gentle breeze, enjoying the fresh air. Creaking drew your attention to the swing hanging from the other side of the tree. Running over, calling for Natasha to push you. Hurriedly packing everything up, she ran over and started pushing. Each time you got higher and higher until the top of your head was almost reaching the branches.

“Too high!” You fussed dragging your feet to slow down, Natasha catching you. The swing came to a full stop, Natasha cooing that she’s got you. Maneuvering to where she was sitting down, allowing you to wrap yourself around her while she slowly swung, rubbing your back. Natasha kissed a trail from your temple to your lips, her honey-cherry chapstick sticking everywhere she kissed. Continuing her trail down your neck she pulled your shirt down revealing the healed WM on your collarbone, lingering a kiss there, “We’ll have to update this, won’t we?” A frown broke out on your face remembering how much it hurt when Wanda made that, dreading to go through the pain and healing process again. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt as much this time,” attaching her lips to yours Natasha slipped her fingers under your plaid sky-blue skirt, running them up and down your slit swallowing the tiny noises you make.

She mentally thanked Wanda for the no underwear rule. Your hips stuttered when she teasingly brushed your clit, her low sultry chuckle filling your ears. Her fingers eased themselves into you, quickly finding your spot. Whimpers and groans left your lips as you buried your face in Natasha’s neck out of embarrassment. Blood rushed to your ears as you rocked yourself on her hand, her palm rubbing your clit deliciously. “Look at you, Bunny. Mommy was right when she called you a slut,” Natasha picked up her pace, lightly placing a kiss on the shell of your ear. Whining loudly as you picked your pace, chasing your high. Natasha was on cloud nine hearing a sharp Mama fall from your sweet lips as you fell apart in her arms, your body trembling in the aftershocks.

Natasha continued trying to bring you to the brink again, wanting to hear all she could pull from you. You were so precious as she watched your face twist in pleasure, a proud smile on her face every time you cried out her name. Slumping over her shoulder, breath heavy after Natasha pulled two more orgasms out of you. Popping her fingers in her mouth she moaned at your sweet taste, holding you still as you squirmed in embarrassment.

Packing up the car Natasha laid you down in your seat, covering you up with your blanket. Peppering kisses all over your face as she buckled up your seatbelt. Both of you blissfully unaware of the flashing lights of a camera from the tree-line on the far side of the park.

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Abandoning the current Bluey episode, nearly tripping over your playpen when you heard Wanda announce that she was home. Running into her so hard that she stumbled back a little, your toy squeaking as you hugged her tighter, babbling that you missed her. Her warm arms embraced you tightly, kissing you anywhere she can reach, “Mommy missed you so much. Were you good for Mama?” Wanda pulled away when it got silent, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

”We had a bit of a rough start,” Natasha stepped out from the kitchen walking over, “but we sorted out our problems.” Rubbing her hand on your lower back. Wanda pulled Natasha in, all three of you hugging. It would’ve lasted longer but Natasha had to go make dinner. Your attention immediately back on Bluey the second Wanda brought you back in the living room.

Walking into the kitchen Wanda wrapped her arms around Natasha’s midsection as Natasha stirred the soup. “She’s our precious little Bunny,” Natasha affirmed, placing a kiss on Wanda cheek as they watched you contently chew on your toy focusing Bluey.

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Every Few Months (Never Again)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Word count: 1.0k

Summary: Every few months for the past year Natasha has had this habit of calling you out of the blue. Unfortunately you had the habit of letting her in.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI angst, cheating(past), mentions of alcohol consumption, r using Natasha’s phone(without permission) sad sex, strap on

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You’d been on the phone for about two hours with Natasha, as she droned on about anything. Her current tangent was about her family, which you were only half paying attention to. Mind addled as to why she’s suddenly revealing them to you, the whole four years you were together you’ve never once heard her mention them.

Thoughts circulated back to the many times this had happened, this cycle of unhealthy habits. Natasha’s number would light up your phone, you prepared yourself for the long night ahead of you. Each time you tried to put an end to this Natasha would bat her eyelashes and plead until she wound up in your bed, blissed out and content for the moment, while you mentally berated yourself right next to her. At this point Natasha was an addiction, and you just couldn’t shake her.

“I love you.. I miss you,” her choked sobs on the line bring you back to the present, heart cracking. You’re weak every time this happens, always going back on the promise you make to yourself that it won’t happen again.

Natasha’s special knock sealing the nails in your coffin for the night. Opening the door you see that her eyes almost as red as her hair. Surging forward pushing you back across the threshold, her kisses as desperate as her touch, the dull taste of beer on her lips. Hastily trying to rid you of your clothes, her need for control showing.

Letting her take it you allowed yourself to be guided to your room, clothes strewn about the apartment. Falling to the bed Natasha laid herself on you, grinding the bulge of her strap through the soft fabric of her boxers. She feverishly kissed and nipped at your neck, slipping your panties off.

Moaning when she cupped your wet cunt, loathing the way Natasha made you feel after all this time. She always knew how to get you soaked in such little time. Pulling her cock through her boxers she used your wetness to lube herself. Her pace was slow and gentle, painstakingly gentle, as she slid into you. Her kisses laced with such passion, tears falling on your face, hands shyly resting on your hips. Slowly thrusting she slipped a hand between both your bodies, thumbing lazily at your clit.

Wrapping your arms around her shoulders, her warmth engulfed you when you pulled her close. Natasha bit your lip, tightening the circles on your clit. Your body tensed, toes curling as your body shook underneath her. She came with a whine shortly after, her breath shuttering as she carefully took off the harness.

“I’ll take care of it in the morning,” she mumbled into your skin as she tossed the strap somewhere in the room. Nestling in your arms Natasha traced patterns on your stomach, letting silence fall over you.

“I wish I was enough for you,” she whispered.

“You are. I wasn’t enough for you though.” You refuted.

Frustration and resentment took root in your emotional state, mind starting to race. Why does this keep happening? Does it mean anything? You already knew the answers but couldn’t bring yourself to face not having Natasha in your life.

“Last time,” you silently swore to yourself, you both needed to let each other go.

Noticing her breathing evened out you took your time unraveling yourself from her hold. Picking up her phone you keyed in her passcode, surprised that she hasn’t changed it. Heart breaking all over again when you see her screensaver.

Wanda.

Taking a deep breath trying to steady your hands you went to her contacts, deleting your number from her phone. Thoughts returned to the text message that ultimately tore your relationship with Natasha apart. The annual movie night for your anniversary turned two-day screaming match after a picture of Wanda naked wearing a hoodie, that Natasha took from you, lit up her screen. Picture frames were smashed and words were weapons, both you tearing into each other. Eventually she packed an overnight bag and left, you instantly changed the locks.

Setting her phone on the nightstand, you turned back towards her. Of all the nights she’s spent this is the most peaceful she’s looked, light breaths flowing through the few strands of hair that fell in her face. You felt a headache coming on as you tried to forced yourself to get some sleep, pulling the heavy covers over your face.

As usual Natasha was gone before you woke up, her spot long gone cold. You felt the same emptiness as usual, but instead of wallowing in it you decided to clean the apartment in an attempt to erase any trace of Natasha.

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“What are you doing here?” your tone clipped, brows furrowing as Natasha leaned against your door frame.

Like clockwork a few months passed without a word from Natasha. You hoped she gotten the hint and tried to move on, but if there’s one thing about Natasha is her persistence.

“I couldn’t get a hold of you. I miss you.” Natasha stated matter-of-fact.

“No. We need stop this. It isn’t healthy,” going to close the door, Natasha pushed her way inside.

“Then let’s go to therapy,” taking your hands in hers she brought them up to her lips, languidly kissing the back of your hands. Her emerald eyes starting to shine when she looked up at you, lips turning into a frown as she tried to step closer to you, “We can make it work again. I want what we had.”

“I do too, but not with you, Natasha.” taking a step back, visibly seeing her heart shatter before you hurt. How her hands got shaky as the tears welled up, or how her throat bobbed as she choked on her words. It took everything in you to stay still, to not take it back and comfort her.

“I’ll fix myself. I’ll be someone you can trust again. Baby, please.” She begged, crumbling to her knees. Tears free falling down her flushed face as she gripped the bottom of your shirt.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is. Don’t make anymore promises you and I both know for a fact that you can’t keep.”

Natasha allowed you to pick her up and move you her out the doorway, before you closed the door on her. Holding yourself together until her sobs were long gone before completely breaking and letting every pent up emotion out.

a/n: if you see this please ignore. Tumblr is being glitchy and I have to put this here so the whole work doesn’t get cut off

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Broken Little Bunny AU

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Reader/Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Wanda had almost everything she could ever want in life. The key word being almost. She had everything except for someone to take care of.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dark Series, each chapter will have specific warnings

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Main:

• Broken Little Bunny

• Sunshine

• Playground

• Secrets

• Crashing Reality

Extras:

• Day 156

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Sundae Sunday

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff/Reader

Word Count: 0.2k

Summary: Wisdom teeth removal isn’t fun, but ice cream makes it better

Warnings: none, fluff

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“Baby, you need to relax,” Natasha huffed as you kicked your feet. The pain was unbearable and she knew you were uncomfortable but she couldn’t help when you were so fussy. “Hurts,” you whined out stilling yourself, pushing the ice pack closer to your jaw.

“I know. Let me get your medicine then I’ll make you something to eat,” Turning your attention to the television screen you tried tuning out the pain. Natasha had convinced you to get your wisdom tooth taken out, that you’d feel better after but the throbbing pain in your gums beg to differ. You sunk deeper into the couch when Natasha came back with some pain reliever and water. Reluctantly taking it when Natasha tilted her head, giving you a kiss on the forehead before she returned to kitchen.

“You know what today is, honey?” She called from the kitchen. You hummed in acknowledgment, surprise on your face when you saw Natasha coming with a bowl of ice cream topped with chocolate syrup and whipped cream, a huge smile of her face, “It’s Sundae Sunday!”

Your eyes brightened as she sat down next to you scooping some ice cream with the spoon holding it out to you. Opening your mouth you let Natasha feed you. The coolness feeling like heaven in your mouth, temporarily soothing your pain. After finishing, Natasha placed the bowl on the coffee table, laying her head in your lap as you laid back down. You squeeze her hand twice, thanking her. She kissed the back of your hand, “No problem, baby.”

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Arrows to the Heart

Pairing: Kate Bishop/Reader

Word count: 0.4k

Summary: Aquarium date with Kate

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, kate knows how to drive

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"Is that my shirt?" you asked, cocking your eyebrow as you leaned against the door frame. You and Kate were both finishing getting ready for your date after she surprised you with two tickets to the aquarium.

"Um, no?" she muttered, shaking her head a little as she discreetly tried to cover the tiny frogs that decorated her shirt.

“It’s okay,” you chuckled out walking into her embrace, her spicy, cedar cologne wafting into your nose. Her warm arms wrapped around you, hands rubbing your back, it took everything in you to not groan her ears as the tension in your back melted away, “you look really good in it.”

Kate picked you up by your waist and carried you to the front door. After putting on your shoes, you both said goodbye to Lucky, who was content sleeping on his bed next to the sofa, his tail softly wagging.

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Most of the car ride to the aquarium was filled with songs that you and Kate sang along to. Sometimes, Kate would turn up the volume, giggling when you both received looks from other drivers on the road.

Upon entering the aquarium, Kate wanted to head straight for the penguins, but you kept her close, intertwining your fingers with hers and reminded her that you would both make your way there. It was hard to get Kate away from the penguins, so you sat back on a nearby bench and let her watch to her heart's content. She was so adorable trying to play with the penguins through the glass.

Standing in front of the giant tank, you both stared in awe as Tiger sharks were being fed by a diver, stingrays were gliding along the floor, and schools of fish were swimming around. You couldn't help but gaze at Kate as the reflections of the water danced across her face. Softly cupping her face, you planted your lips on hers, closing the space between you and deepening the kiss. Kate cupped your face preventing you food pulling away until she did, her breathing a bit heavy, “I love when we kiss like it’s still our first.”

———

As you walked into the house, Lucky greeted you with excitement, jumping and licking your arms. "I'm going to go practice before it gets too dark," Kate said, giving you a quick kiss on the lips before you headed into the kitchen to feed Lucky.

Not even ten minutes later, Kate comes bounding back into the house. “Baby come here!” bouncing up and down on her toes excitedly by the back door, a huge smile on her face. walking out onto the slab patio you saw that Kate had shot all her arrows on the target in the shape of a heart. There was no time to process anything before Kate pulled you into her, peppering your cheek. You just knew in that moment that you were completely in love with Kate Bishop.

a/n: please ignore

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Day 156

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Word count: 0.3k

Summary: A glimpse of a day with Wanda and Bunny.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, sleep deprivation, strap on

a/n: takes place between blb and sunshine

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“You look so pretty like this, Bunny.” Wanda grinned as she played with the strap of your white lace bra. Her hand moving to thumb at your nipples through the see-through material. Her cock nestled deep inside you, moving whenever she bucked her hips.

Todays lesson was Stillness. Which was difficult since you could barely hold yourself up without Wanda’s steady hand on your back. You wanted to beg her to let you sleep but it was too hard to even form a coherent thought, your mind so foggy. Wanda hadn’t let you sleep for the past thirty-six hours, each time you closed your eyes you got squirted with cold water. Wanda’s cold fingers on your waist sent chills up your spine as she kissed along your shoulders, her lips ghosting over the freshly healed WM.

Laying back she looked at you in adoration, heart churning when she sees your half-lidded, bleary eyes. The moment ruined when her phone buzzed violently on the nightstand. Closing her eyes taking a sharp breath before answering her phone. “What, Bishop?” she groaned, running her fingers across the small bulge in your lower belly, savoring the look on your face as you try to keep still and quite as she pushed on it. Bringing her hand down she rubbed your thigh, feeling your muscles quiver as you struggle to hold yourself up. You could tell she was getting annoyed by the little huffs she made.

“Well do your job and fix it. Be sure to keep this contained.” Wanda seethed out the last part, squeezing your thigh. Tossing the phone back on the nightstand Wanda let out a deep sigh. Gazing up at you Wanda felt sympathy. Her poor Bunny was so exhausted, head lolling as you tried to keep yourself awake. She pulled you to her chest giving you permission to sleep. Relief washed over you as you closed your eyes, warmth blooming in Wanda’s chest when felt your body get heavy as you finally drifted. As much as she wanted to work out her frustration out on you it was crucial that she took care of you right now. She couldn’t and won’t deny the happiness she felt when she gazed upon your sleeping form on top of her.

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Non Portae Caeli

Pairings: Dark!Priestess!Wanda/Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You reap the repercussions for trying to leave your Priestess.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, TW graphic depictions of murder/parental death/blood, noncon/dubcon, beginning of loss of faith, pregnancy, vomit, religious upbringings, bloody Wanda in cleric’s clothing, unspecified age gap(reader is in college), Somno(tiny bit) cunnilingus, fingering

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Masterlist :: Peccata et Paenitentiam

“For I have sinned against you,” she pleaded on her knees in front of you, hands clasped around her rosary, as if it was her only lifeline at the moment. Her eyes gazing into yours, “Please forgive me.”

“You hurt me. You defiled me!” Raising your voice, clenching and unclenching your fists. Turning your head up to the ceiling, you tried to stop your tears from forming. Wanda’s cold hands slipped under your shirt splaying over your stomach, kissing the small bump growing there. Head falling down, “Why did you do this? I tr-trusted you.”

A soft “l love you” left her lips as she lifted her tear filled eyes to yours. She had told you that after every session for the last two months, always touching your belly when she said it. “Let me take care of you,” her voice sounded so shattered while she tried remaining composed. Shaking your head, “No. No, I don’t want anything to do with you,” pushing her away.

“They have everything to do with me!” she screamed, catching your hand in an iron grip. The fire in her eyes growing as she stood to her feet, tugging you closer. Gripping your chin harshly, “You can try running all you want, but I will not stop until we are a family.”

“You’re sick,” you spat her with such disgust, finally wriggling free from her grasp, running out of the classroom.

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You had come home late after school to avoid your parents, hoping to evade another argument about who could have possibly been leaving flowers at the doorstep in the middle of the night. Being raised in a strict Christian household your parents were already upset with you for skipping church and your afternoon sessions for the last month. On top of that, they are firm believers that pre-marital sex is a major sin. You wanted to tell them because there will be no point in hiding it and hopefully things would work out but you knew deep down they will be absolutely livid when you tell them.

Walking into the house you noticed that kitchen light is on, as well as the television. The digital clock under the television reading 8:56pm, normally your father would be up but the house was dead silent. Slowly walking to your parents bedroom door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. Swinging the door open, the stench of rusted iron hit you immediately. Face twisting in panic seeing Wanda standing over your father, dark sticky patches coating her shirt, white collar stained crimson. Your father was on his back, sputtering up blood, a knife deep in his chest.

“I know why you didn’t want us to be a family now, baby,” she shot a hard look to your mother hogtied and struggling on the bed, “You were afraid of your parents. Well I’m taking care of them so we can be together,” stepping over your father, Wanda outstretched her arms. Letting out a terrified scream, you dashed to the front door trying to get away, to outside so you could call for help. Kicking the door closed mid-swing, Wanda muffled you with her hand, her other hand trapping you against her. The metallic odor on her made you queasy. “You know better than to fight me,” she seethed through gritted teeth, but you weren’t paying attention, too busy emptying your stomach. Each time a smell hit you, you retched again. You hadn’t noticed her taping your arms behind your back or your ankles together until you were on the floor dry heaving, using your forehead to hold yourself up, vision blurring momentarily. Carding her fingers through your hair, she gently sat you up trying to force you to drink a glass of water but your stomach refused anything.

Placing a piece of tape over your mouth Wanda carried you back to your parents room. Your fight resuming once you were placed on the bed, struggling to rip the tape. Wanda crawled over you placing her hand on your stomach, her long red hair falling on your face. “Stay still. You could hurt the baby,” you froze in complete horror watching your mothers eyes widen. You frantically shook your head trying to tell her it wasn’t true. Effort, unfortunately, in vain when Wanda turned you on your back lifting your shirt to show your baby bump. Closing your eyes, cries racked your body as your mother screamed in shock. You prayed that this was all a nightmare and that you’d wake up soon.

"Didn't think I was serious, did you?,” you opened your eyes to Wanda’s viridescent orbs, “I always mean what I say.” Sliding off of you she bent over the edge of the bed, yanking the knife out of your father’s chest. Her eyes darkened, lips curling into a smile as she looked at your mother. Wanda ripped the tape off your her mouth. Your mother screaming obscenities to both you and Wanda. You backed up until you felt the cool metal of the footrest, curling in on yourself as much as you could, trying to dig your head under the covers hoping to block out the curses of your mother, and get rid of the oncoming nausea. Scooping you up in her arms, you kept your eyes closed as Wanda carried you into the hallway setting you against a wall. Hearing her footsteps fall away and come back Wanda covered you with a blanket. Wanda was quiet, you knew horrible things happen when she is quiet. The second the door closed you let it all out, trying to block out your mother’s screaming. Soon the house fell silent again, save for your sobs as you cried yourself to exhaustion.

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Waking up your throat was sore, head pounding as you tried blinking your fuzzy sight away. You attempted to move your hips to dissuade the tingling feeling between your legs but Wanda kept her hold, sinking her teeth into your inner thigh.

“Please, stop,” moving to push her head away but she caught your hands, rubbing her thumb on the back of one of your hands. Her hair messy, eyes wild as she devoured you. Her fingers met your walls as she wrapped her lips around your clit, your back arching as you let out a moan. You felt Wanda smile as she sucked harder, curling her fingers. Your head fell back into the pillows, questioning why God would allow this to happen, or if there even is a God. Wanda gazed up at you, thanking God for bringing you into her life, she won’t ever let you go. Wanda refocused her attention, striving to bring you to the edge. A strangled cry left your lips as the knot in your abdomen snapped, your thighs unintentionally squeezing Wanda’s head as the she worked through your orgasm.

“I want to go home, please,” pleading as she stalked up your body like a predator, your juices dripping from her chin. Peppering kisses to your cheek she covered both of you up.

“But angel you are home, with your family,” Settling behind you, her hand falling to your belly, “And nothing will ever change that.”

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Crashing Reality

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Reader/Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Word count: 0.9k

Summary: actions have consequences

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, violence/assault, alluded vocal chord damage

a/n: I apologize. this is rushed.

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“Mommy?” Wanda hummed in question closing the book to look at you. It was another sleepless night, Wanda had settled on reading to you as you watched to fish tank until you fell asleep. “How did we meet?”

The innocent question perplexed her as she wondered where that would have come from-nevertheless she answered in a soft tone, “I was looking for fish for the tank. You had a little bunny in your arms, you were making sure it wasn’t sick. It was soft and cute like you. The precious smile on your face when you saw it was healthy.”

“Was I a vet?” You turned to her with excitement in your eyes, waiting for her answer.

“Not quite. You worked at a little pet store, but you were going to school for it. Poor thing, school was so taxing for you, Mommy saw how exhausted and stressed you were. Then your boss had the nerve to put you on the night shifts at work, potentially putting you in dangerous situations. Mommy just had to keep you safe.” She peppered your temple in kisses, bringing you closer to her.

A flurry of memories flooded your mind, realizing that had a life before Wanda. A decent life that you were navigating, your parents and friends supporting you in everything, you’re boss letting you work night shifts so you can attend school during the day. She robbed you of it, keeping you locked up and isolated. You started squirming in her arms before hopping up.

“I want to go home,” you breathed out rubbing your hands down your sides.

“Bunny, you are home. Now, come here before you wake-”, Wanda reached out towards you, touching your shoulder.

“No.” You stepped away, as if her touch burned you.

Shaking your head, fists clenching at your sides, anger bubbling to the surface. Turning around you looked Wanda in the eyes, tears falling down your face. Fury and fear flooding your body, you stood your ground, “I’m going home. One way or another.”

Wanda’s face twitched slightly as she silently took you in. She did not like this surge of defiance in you, she wanted her sweet bunny back—not without punishment first.

You didn’t have much time to react before wanda was advancing on you, trapping you in a tight hold, one hand covering your mouth as you were drug downstairs and out the door. Feet kicking at the gravel driveway, rocks digging into your heels. Wanda threw you in the backseat and handcuffed your wrists. She used a piece of rope to hold them under the seat, and slapped a piece of tape over your mouth. Doors slamming before you heard the engine hum to life. Wanda muttered under her breath the entire ride to wherever while you laid there seething in silence.

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Finally the car came to a stop, hearing Wanda climb over the seat and onto your back. Holding you down by the back of your neck as you thrashed with all your might trying to get her off you. Wanda reached down and undid the rope before pulling you close and holding you with your back against her chest. She gripped your face tightly, forcing you look at the now vacant home of your family. Dread and anguish weighed heavily in your chest as you stared at the "For Sale" sign in the yard of your home, tears cascading down your cheeks, “They’re gone. They left and gave up looking for you.”

“Kate has photos. You were stupid to let her go,” You spat as you started kicking at the car door, pushing against her.

Suddenly you landed on your back, the seatbelt buckles digging into your side. Wanda’s forearm pressing on your throat, your legs in her tight hold, “Kate understands the consequences of those leaked pictures and follows my instructions obediently, which is fortunate for me. You needn’t worry your pretty little head about her.”

“You’re a monster,” you wheezed out, struggling to breathe.

A beat of silence passed as Wanda pressed harder, her eyes blazing with pure rage, “Say that again and those will be the last words out your mouth for a very long time.”

“…horrid monster.” You took a deep breath as Wanda removed her arm and replaced it with her hands instead. As you gaze up at the night sky, the edges of your vision begin to blacken and your senses go numb.

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You felt everything before you opened your eyes: the coolness of the wood against your arms causing goosebumps, and the rope tightly wrapped around your wrists and ankles, a stark contrast to your blanket draped over your legs. The room was silent save for your wheezy breaths, but you could hear the faint distant clattering of activity from downstairs. You attempt to call out, but wince in pain at the deep and intense ache in your throat. You freeze as the tears and feeling of despair return from being trapped in the box once again. A sliver of light crept underneath the bed, illuminating the dark metal frame. A small phrase was carved into it: be good. Your future is nonexistent, everyone is gone except for Wanda and Natasha. You’ve reluctantly resigned yourself to your fate now.

Back to square one.

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Burnt Cookies

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Word count: 342

summary: Baking goes wrong

Warnings: established relationship, suggestive moment

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“I screwed up,” you squeaked, hesitantly stepping in your wife’s and yours shared room with a tray of burnt cookies. The smell immediately invading her senses when you crossed the threshold. You had decided to surprise Wanda with cookies while she relaxed in the bedroom. Unfortunately, you got distracted with a new show and left the cookies in the oven too long.

“Oh honey,” sliding out of bed and into her shark slippers wanda strides over to you checking over your arms and hands, “Are you hurt anywhere?,” You shook your head. “Come on, let’s go make them again,” taking the tray out of your hands and kissing your cheek, heading downstairs.

The process of remaking the cookies was relatively simple except when Wanda glared at you when you tried to start a flour fight, or her playfully hitting you whenever you tried to sneak tastes at the batter. After multiple attempts at the batter, Wanda relented and scooped a little on her finger holding it out for you. Wrapping your lips around her digit, Wanda bit her lip while you looked into her eyes, sucking the batter off. With a pop you released her finger, “Yummy.”

“Go sit and watch your show,” she pushed you towards the couch, ducking her head trying to hide her blush. You turned around and kissed her cheek before sitting on the couch.

You got so lost in your show that you didn’t hear the timer go off, or Wanda taking the cookies out the oven. Wanda sat down next to you covering you both with a blanket, before handing you a cookie. “Mmm,” Wanda’s eyes widened before turning to you, “The cinnamon makes them better!”

Nodding in agreement, ”You make great cookies, baby.” You caught Wanda up on the show, and got up to go get more cookies. After you sat down Wanda warned you that you’ll get a stomach ache, to which you shrugged, happily taking another bite. Focusing on the television, Wanda and you settled into a comfortable silence enjoying each others presence.

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Stuck and Flown 1

Warnings:possible bad writing, depictions of violence and injury. Manipulation(if you squint enough)

Word count: 1.9k

series masterlist - part two

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“Did you know that the Ruspir reside on the highest peaks of the Athalams mountains?” Wanda sat in her father’s study reading a book about the creatures of the world. Her greens eyes scanning the page showing the Ruspir, a giant two-headed, hexapedal avian monstrosity.

“I did, my dear. Did you know that I killed one once? I was a young lad, on top of the Sunderfell peak with my crew. One came swooping from the heavens, I took one of its heads with a clean swipe of my sword. Walking over to the edge of his desk, admiring the intricate designs on the handle of his claymore, “If your too close to them their screech will debilitate you. Ugly bastards, I tell you.”

“Father, language please.” He guffawed startling Wanda a little bit, “You’re just like your mother. Always making sure I don’t swear in front of you and your brother.” Frowning at the thought of her brother, Wanda she put her book down opting to look at the maps and war plans on the desk, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw the distance between Khras and the rest of the world. “Why are we so far from the rest of the world? We’re practically cut off.”

“Well, just think of it as they are cut off from us. Besides, we are not completely separated, we gather resources and merchandise from many countries, they just happen to be on the other side of the world. Along with Arukth, we are even more in contact with everyone else.” Walking Wanda to the door, silently instructing Natasha to escort her to her chambers, “Now it is getting late, I suggest you go get some rest dear. We have a big journey ahead of us in the morning.”

Wanda couldn’t sleep, she was too excited to finally leave Vrea and sail across the ocean to Arukth; but after a week at sea eating seafood Wanda was ready to hit land and get her hands on some spicy rabbit stew. It wasn’t all bad though, she had Natasha with her, and she got to see Oaties on their migrating path, lighting up the sea with their soft indigo glow. She could see the mass of fish swimming under the ship, clearly seeing the tough scales of each fish.

Stepping off the ship in Arukth, Wanda could see how much busier Arukth is than Vrea: dozens of crates being loaded on and off the cargo ships on the docks and people hustling to get where they needed to go. Wanda could see beige stone, massive drum towers, curtain walls surrounding the Aysel Keep, wide windows scattered across the walls, along with overhanging crenelations for archers and artillery. Frowning when she saw the towering wall behind the keep. She had hoped Arukth wouldn’t have one. The ride to the keep was quite, resting her chin on her hand Wanda watched the many shops and taverns pass by. She couldn’t understand how the people of the inner wall could live in ignorance while the people of the outer wall have to suffer.

“Wanda, I want you to be careful out there today, these people are not like the people of Vrea, they will hurt you if they get the chance.” Her fathers voice startled her out of her thoughts, “There’s a market not too far from here, I’m sure you will enjoy it. Natasha, I trust you will take care of her.”

“Yes, your majesty”

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Stepping into the market square Wanda saw the numerous stalls selling a variety of things from fruits to wine and everything between. The morning sun blinding them as they walked around the market square, the reflection of Natasha’s breastplate not helping. Wanda would glance over at the library doors every once and a while. She never really understood why her reading had to be so limited, but she was a good girl never disobeying her fathers’ orders even if she doesn’t agree with them.

“Natasha, are all cities divided like Arukth and Vrea?” Peering through the gates of the wall seeking the stark contrast between life in the wealth and common districts. The buildings of the common districts more clustered together, with rotting wood and weak foundations, small back alleys littered with garbage.

“I honestly have no clue. I really hope not though.” Nodding Wanda continues looking at jewelry until a conversation caught her attention. Two guards of the Iron Battalion were talking about an all to familiar man.

“Those guards are talking about a man that sounds like Pietro.” Wanda leans closer to Natasha

“Wanda, Pietro has been dead for years.” continuing to look at the fruit in front of them.

“Maybe not, if he was dead then why didn’t father bring his body back? If there was anything left of him, father would have brought him back, right?” Wanda started tearing up.

Natasha was at a loss for words. Wanda had a point; when the incident happened a funeral was held the second the king returned but there was no body, not even a piece of clothing. Natasha knew that even after all this time Pietro was still a sensitive subject for Wanda, “I think we should start heading back”

Wanda couldn’t eat or sleep that night. She stared at her ceiling as the conversation replayed in her head and just kept nagging at her. That man sounded very much like a description of Pietro, and something just didn’t sit right with her. Running to the door, throwing it open and dragging Natasha down the hall to her room.

I keep thinking about those guards and their conversation.” Quietly closing the door, “Something just doesn’t feel right and I have to get to the bottom of it. Will you help me?”

“Did you happen to hear where they encountered the man?”

“Onthe border of Hloine and Malas, I think.”

“Malas?! Wanda, do you know how far that is?” Shaking her head, “not exactly but I know I have to cross Kehhel and Aschia.”

“You aren’t travelling through Kehhel, it’s too dangerous. Not to mention you are the princess of an empire, we don’t know how Aschia will treat you if anyone finds out.”

“Can I borrow some clothes? No one will know I’m a princess if I don’t look and act like one.” Biting her lip Natasha started pulling out a dark pair of linen pants and a crème color short chemise, along with a forest green hooded cloak. “Take one of my pouches, it can fit a set of clothes and anything small you pick up on your way.” Your necklace” “I’ll keep it hidden.”

“Here’s a map, I’ll make a route you should take, this way you’ll avoid Kehhel completely and you won’t be in Aschia too long. I’ll take you to the docks and see you off.”

“Thanks Nat I really owe you.” Hugging Natasha so tight. “Whether you find him or not, be safe and come home, okay?”

“I promise”

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Entering Rethilne, holding on to the railings of the rickety bridges around the village around the village as the waves clash beneath. Summer solstice festival banners hanging up around the village, yellow banners displaying the blood sun and the blood moon crossing paths.

As Wanda steps away from the butchers booth she felt someone tug on her cloak, looking down she saw a small kid with a floating deer skull, digging into a pouch full of folded papers, the flowers and tiny bells hanging off the antlers gently swaying as he digs before pulling out a piece in the shape of a frog. Catching a glimpse of violet through the eye socket as he turned away.

Moving passed Rethilne, Wanda decided to stop at the first sign of sunset. Setting up a small fire, she sat up against a tree, mentally reminding herself to get a horse at her next stop as she massaged her calves. Sighing deeply she wondered if this was even worth it. What if this was all wishful thinking and Pietro was truly gone and she was putting herself in danger for nothing. A loud crack pulled Wanda out of her thoughts. Wanda stood up to get a better glimpse into the bushes, her hand loosely gripping the handle of her dagger.

A sickening pain shot through her leg as a wolf rushed out the the brush and sunk its teeth into her leg, her grip tightening on the handle of her dagger before plunging it into its eye, straight through the back of its head. Her vision going blurry, tears filling her eyes as she fell on the ground, backing herself up against the tree. Hearing more movement in front of her, she yanked the dagger out of the wolf’s eye and took a defensive position.

“It’s you!” seeing a familiar skull and hearing the bells she relaxed a little. Raising an eyebrow at her you raised your bow. “From the market in Rethilne, he gave me this,” pulling out the paper fog from earlier. She sheathed her dagger to show she wasn’t a danger to you two.

Putting your bow away you walked up to her noticing the bloody bite on her leg. Kneeling beside her, “Let me see... Please” looking into her eyes, she slowly movedher hand away from her leg to let you access the damage, “Okay this might hurt a little.”

“Wait! What are you,” her words died on her tongue eyes widening upon seeing your hands hovering over her wound, glowing blue, seeing it slowly heal.

“You’re from Uhwi?” She asked noticing the uhwi banner pendant dangling from your wrist. Your lips pursed into a flatline ignoring her question.

“Here have some of this,” She looked at you with hesitation as you poured a drink in a small bone cup. “It’ll help you fight off any infection,” She took the cup from you, looking warily at the foamy pale citron drink. Downing it in one go, you looked at her surprisingly. “What was in that?”Coughing as she finished the drink, “Peaches, fjord sage, smashed newt eyes-”

“Oh my god!” Tossing the cup away from herself. Looking back to find you and the boy laughing.

“They’re joking,” the boy tries catching his breath. After the fetching the cup the boy introduces himself and you. Clicking your tongue, “So, what’s a princess doing all the way out here?”

“How did you know?” pointing at your neck indicating to the gold pendent imprinted with the Maximoff empires insignia that sat there on her chest. The maroon crown and claymore standing out against the golden-yellow background.

“I’m going to Malas to look for my brother. I heard a rumor so I’m going to check it out, ” Tucking her necklace into her chemise.

“You’re going to Malas after a rumor?”

“A lead. Yes”

The sun was now peaking above the horizon, hues of deep blue and purple dancing across the sky, the stars slowly showing their light, “And the dying light is our cue to go.”

“Wait you’re just going to leave?”

“I don’t see why we would stay.” Starting to stand up, you’re halted when Wanda grabs your wrist.

“What if you come with me? When we find my brother, I can give you anything you want. Weapons, Ralel, anything. At least stay and eat, it’s the least I can do since you healed me.” Her eyes are pleading with you to stay. No doubt shaken from the wolf attack. Silently agreeing, you and Neo sit back down while Wanda starts preparing a meal.

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