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imaginedanvrs · 4 months

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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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serinewee · 3 months

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"from now on, you will listen to me and only me, don't you understand that Natty?"

"good."

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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WandaNat Masterlist

Angst 🩸 | Fluff ☁️ | Smut 🥵 | Dark 🕷️ | H/C 🫀

Top R! ⬆️ | Bottom R ⬇️ | Switch ↔️ | Has a Penis 🍆

Personal Fave ✨

Main Masterlist

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Wanda x Fem!Reader x Natasha

Oneshots (Switched POV’s)

Mission Accomplished 🩸| ☁️ • Or Not (2)

Oneshots (2nd Person)

Fools! I Tell You ☁️ | ✨

My Moon & My Stars 🩸| ☁️

Imposters ☁️

What's Up Doc?☁️

Sleeping Beauty ☁️ | 🩸

In Mourning 🩸| 🫀 | ✨

Stepping Into the Light 🫀

Please Come On, and Stop... This Madness 🩸| ☁️

Alone... 🩸| ☁️

Containment Level: Necessary? ☁️

I Can’t Breathe… 🩸 • I Still Can’t Fucking Breathe… 🩸 | 🫀

It’s Just, a Little Crush ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️

Picture It—New York, 2022 ☁️

Baby, You’re Not Alone 🫀

Full of Surprises 🥵 | ☁️ | ⬇️

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve 🩸

A Helping Hand ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️

A Harsh Lesson to Learn 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🤏🏼🕷️

Bible Study 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🍆

We Bought a Zoo ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬇️ | 🍆

A Safe Haven 🫀

Craving You 🫀 | 🥵| ↔️ | 🍆

Power(less) Moves 🩸| ☁️ | 🥵 | ⬆️

The Power of a Kiss 🫀| 🥵 | ⬆️

We All Have Scars 🫀| 🥵 | ⬇️

Close Your Eyes; Give us Your Hand 🫀

Blurbs (2nd Person | 1.9kish or less)

DMV ☁️

Seasons Greetings ☁️ | 🫀

Our Sleeping Beauty ☁️

Mischief Managed ☁️

The Stuff of Nightmares ☁️ | ✨

Russian Roulette ☁️ | 🥵 | ↔️ |✨

Welcome Home (Spank Town) 🥵 | ⬇️

1 vs 5

Fruity Ravioli

Sestra to Be

Short Series

Everything Has Changed 🩸|☁️|🥵(✅)

Stupid Cupid 🩸|☁️|🥵(✅)

Hollowed Oak 🩸|☁️|🕷️|🥵 | ✨(✅)

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rennat-writes · 1 year

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐶𝐻 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑆𝐸𝐸𝐾

(𝐁𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘;

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫- 𝐰��𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

Authors Note;

Hey, Nat here! If all of this flashy formatting wasn’t enough to catch your attention, just know that there will be smut later on.

Natasha Romanoff hadn’t left the compound in three weeks. Sam Wilson would bring her groceries every Friday, and she would sit in that god forsaken office for hours every day- as if she was waiting for another team meeting to be called. As if Clint would walk through that door, as if Tony would say something sarcastic about Natasha’s feet being up on his expensive desk- but they were all gone. Disbanded, or dead- and she would never see them again.

Clint was off doing god knew what, he never visited or called- Thor went off world a few hours after the battle for the stones- and Tony- Tony had left to start a new life. Natasha hadn’t seen him in four years.

He called her when Pepper gave birth, and he would send her messages on her birthday or Christmas- but other then that, nothing. Natasha supposed that she wasn’t doing very good herself. She would stay cooped up here if she wasn’t on a mission- and even then, the war was over, lost- there were hardly any evil people left to fight. The only people Natasha saw on a regular basis was Rhodey, over hologram- Sam, when he brought over supplies or went on missions with her, and Wanda Maximoff. Natasha only considered one of those people friends. Sam and Rhodey were good company- but they had other people they prioritized- she didn’t blame them.

Her and Wanda- they were in the same boat. Literally. They were the only Avengers left living in compound- they kept each other company- Natasha could even say that she liked Wanda as a friend- she was kind. The compound was a big place, though- and most of the time they kept to themselves.

Natasha had no clue that Wanda had been watching her, waiting for the right moment- and maybe that moment was approaching. The redhead put her feet back on the ground so she could take a small bite out of the corner of her little sandwich- she was admittedly trying not to cry. Her purpose was gone- she couldn’t help anyone, she had failed the universe- what was there left?

She quickly wiped at her eyes when she realized she was being watched. She leaned back in her chair as if she hadn’t just been about to sob- she turned to the doorway to see that Wanda was leaning against it, staring at her.

“Hey-” her voice cracked slightly, she cleared it- “Hey. What’s up?”

"Nothing, malen'kiy pauk." Wanda shrugged, walking into the room. "Thinking about the people we've lost again?" She asked, walking closer towards Natasha, towards where she sat without asking for permission as she usually used to do, ever the anxious creature she once was. She sat on the desk that Natasha had her leg propped up against.

"You know you shouldn't torture yourself like this. You've been through enough already." She said. She understood. If there was anyone who could understand, it'd always be Natasha, and that was just another reason she was the best; that she was perfect for Wanda.

"They're gone, Nat. It's okay. We just have to grieve them now." She knew full well if she wanted to she could bring back one, or maybe even all of them with her chaos magic, but she didn't have to or want to say that and make it known she was much more powerful now.

Natasha looked down at her lap, biting her lip. She nodded, but she didn’t really believe Wanda- it was hard to. How could it be that she was one of the only people left- and it wasn’t her fault?

“I just- I think about what I could’ve done different- if I had just shot the bastard instead of going at him with a fucking taser- maybe they would still be here.” She wiped at her eyes again- she couldn’t look at Wanda. She had never said it, but she felt as though it was her fault that Wanda was alone again- her fault that Vision was dead. She had thought about it for four years, trying her hardest to find a way to bring them back- but there was no way. Carol had given up, Bruce had given up- but Natasha couldn’t.

“I just- what am I supposed to do now? What’s left?”

"Accept it." She said. "It's one of the hardest fights you can fight, but it's one you have to fight; it's a fight everyone has to fight." She moved closer, using her magic and summoning a chair---quietly making it slightly taller than other chairs with her magic, subtly, because she needed a larger height difference---and sat next to Natasha.

The extended height difference was enough for her to pull Natasha's head down to her chest and stroke her hair. "It's a fight I've had to fight multiple times, and it will hurt, but you have to do it, malen'kiy pauk. You can't keep doing this to yourself." She whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

"I'm more powerful than you, than most of you." All of you. "I destroyed an infinity stone, even, but it wasn't enough, and I didn't kill Thanos." She could have, and still could, though. "So if I couldn't, neither could you. Don't think otherwise, malen'kiy pauk. You know how powerful I am compared to you."

Natasha’s brow furrowed. It was true- Wanda was more powerful then her, by a long shot- but something about the way she said it as more then a point, as more then an afterthought- it felt odd. She tried to push it out of her mind- it was probably nothing. Wanda was already taller then Natasha, so she didn’t really notice the chair being higher up then her own.

She wouldn’t say she didn’t enjoy the comfort- but there was something about it that felt wrong. Secretive. She stood and began pacing, an excuse to get away- because for some reason, being held so...lovingly by Wanda made her feel guilty.

“Yeah. You’re right. Want the other half of that sandwich? I don’t really want it.” She said, pointing at the plate she had left behind on the desk.

Wanda let her get up, because that was all Natasha could do right now even if she didn't know; she could only do the things that Wanda allowed her to do. She was more powerful, Natasha wouldn't even be able to breathe unless Wanda willed it so. If she wanted to right now, she knew she could make Natasha stop breathing and still have her survive---because Wanda wanted Natasha, and when she had her, to never lose her ever again---and Natasha wouldn't be able to do a thing.

Sometimes, especially in times like these, it was always good to hold all the power. Perhaps if she had, she never would have been sent to the Raft, and she never would have lost Vision to Thanos, or lost Natasha to Vormir.

"Sure, of course." She replied easily, picking it up and starting with small bites, as if she didn't delight in the act of sharing food with the one she loved. It was such an intimate act, something she'd done with the top three people she loved; Pietro, Vision, and now Natasha.

Eventually, she felt the need for physical contact with Natasha again, and so she picked up a file. "Could you come here?" She asked. "What's this file about?" And she didn't let Natasha take it from her to read on the other side of the table, turned around, and instead have to move beside her again, to be able to read it next to her and explain.

Natasha noticed- she definitely noticed. Why was Wanda suddenly gravitating towards her like a magnet or a lost puppy? What Natasha didn’t know, was that SHE was the lost puppy in this situation- buying into it, letting it happen- what harm could be done? Maybe Wanda just needed comfort.

“Oh- that’s just something Carol said that I wrote down, thought it might be important.” It was about the stones. The space stone to be specific, and where it had come from- Natasha didn’t have a clue as to how that would be important in any scenario- the stones were gone.

It made her feel like she was doing something, though- she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she wasn’t at least trying to bring back all the people that had been lost to Thanos. She took the file from Wanda’s hand and opened it up. All she knew about it was that Thanos had stolen it from Loki who had stolen it from SHIELD who had stolen it from Loki- the list of thieves went on. Pathetic little notes that got her nowhere, even Carol had told her that she wasn’t going to accomplish anything by researching all of the stones- but Natasha had a gut feeling that it might come in handy to know where to find them- at least, before they had been disturbed by Thanos’s hand. Natasha felt Wanda move closer to her and she took a step to the side- excusing it by setting the file down in an empty basket that had once been full of mission reports.

Natasha wasn’t a very touchy person- at least, not unless she really, REALLY trusted someone- which, she did trust Wanda- but they weren’t that close.

Wanda stopped her from moving, holding onto her wrist in a gentle but firm grip, loose but her hand was clutched so strongly that---with assistance from her magic, although Natasha wouldn't be able to tell since the wisps of chaos magic weren't out, and neither were her glowing red eyes---Natasha wouldn't be able to break out of her hold.

She looked up. "You're... You're researching the stones? Where they all are in points of time before Thanos got to them?"

Wasn’t that how they won? Wasn’t that how they got the stones back from Thanos, by stealing it from him out of time. The time heist. The reason that Natasha left her life, and the reason she was brought back from a non-existence that made her happy for once, because she didn't have to stay there to feel the rest of her grief, but then she was brought back and had to face even worse.

And it was Natasha that was the key player in it.

Fucking Natasha.

Well, it was a good thing she was here to put a stop to it now.

Natasha didn’t like this. She didn’t like being held and not being to leave- but she didn’t pull at her arm, she just slowly turned back to look at Wanda with mild surprise.

“Well yeah- I know it’s probably a long shot, but it’s better then giving up on everyone- Steve, and Bucky, and Clint’s family- I’ve almost tracked down the soul stone too. Want to see?” Natasha couldn’t know how upset she was making Wanda because the witch was so fucking good at hiding it- but she was unknowingly walking on eggshells.

“I was just on call with Danvers and Rhodey- she told me where the power and time stone was before Thanos stole them. There’s a chance, Wanda- I know it’s slim- but we can bring them all back. And then everything can go back to how it was.” Thin fucking ice. Natasha made a small attempt to pull her wrist out of Wanda’s hold, no dice. She smiled awkwardly at the woman. “Hey, can I have that back? I need it.” She nodded down at her arm.

Wanda's mind echoed with sounds of screams and emotions she felt, emotions she thought she had been allowed to deal with, and had worked through, but no. It was just that she had given herself so much space from it, and 'time healed all wounds', but what use was that if you were back in the past, knowing the future, and here was the person who unintentionally hurt her by reopening wounds talking about the fucking soul stone?

She had repressed it before but there was no way to repress an open wound.

"Unclear, isn't it?" She said. "All signs will start pointing to Vormir, though, and then soon you'll face the problem of not knowing how to get it from Vormir." She spoke, barely able not to clench her jaw.

She tightened her grip, before Natasha could ask her how she knew it was there.

"Why are you so sure it'd be better if they were all brought back?" She asked. It hadn't been for her. It hadn't been for a lot of people. She still remembered the chaos it caused, the disorder. Karli Morgenthau had DIED for a world like this, not a world like the one Natasha was trying to bring back.

Eyes now filling with tears, she turned to Natasha. "There's no fucking chance, Natasha. It's not worth it." She said, wondering if that was saying too much; she decided she didn't care.

Natasha couldn't make her do anything or admit to anything, and if Scott, ever lovely Scott came, she would turn him away. She wouldn't let the time heist repeat.

No.

She refused to lose Natasha again.

Alright, that was it. Natasha tugged at her arm again. “Wanda, let me go. What are you saying? Millions of people lost their lives- their families, and we have a chance to bring them back.” She didn’t like the way Wanda was looking at her, it made her feel powerless and small- something she had never wanted to feel again.

She didn’t even know what Vormir was- but she didn’t want to ask Wanda, especially not right now when she was so upset about who knew what. Natasha decided that she needed space, they both did- if Wanda would just let her go.

“I’m not asking you to help me, Wanda- let me go before I have to hurt you.” Natasha didn’t want to have to resort to her black widow ways but if Wanda was so out of it that she couldn’t come back enough to free Natasha- then she would flip her over her shoulder onto her back.

Wanda didn't let go. She held onto Natasha tightly as the buried feelings of losing Natasha hit her with an intensity it hadn't before, except for the very first time. The rest after, it was starting to get buried, and it was just another wave that would drown her, and then more waves came, that she didn't even remember all the reasons for them.

But now she knew exactly which wave this was. The feeling of losing Natasha, the woman she had grown closest to aside from Vision. The woman who she trained with, slept next to during nights when she got nightmares and it was only Natasha that would come to her. The woman that worried for her after the truce, right before Thanos' attack; the one they'd lost.

The woman who she had fallen in love with, just as much as she had for Vision, but hadn't even realized. Compulsory heterosexuality sure was fucking something, considering it affected her, despite her being out of the closet.

And she needed Natasha close. Needed to know she hadn't died, and--been lost to time like she had before. That she hadn't given her life in a meaningless sacrifice just to bring people back to an unforgiving world that only took and took. It never gave anything back. She didn't understand why Natasha would die for that world. There was nothing good about bringing people back to this world.

They didn't care. They were DEAD. She had been dead. She finally got to stop feeling. All they were trying to do was selfish.

Selfishness, she understood, it only brought pain.

She couldn't let them go through with it.

She stretched her arm out, and red surrounded the papers of research Natasha had gathered and fire consumed it.

Four years of Natasha’s life- burning up before her very eyes, and no matter how hard she tried to get Wanda to let her go- she just couldn’t. She had obsessed over every detail, every note, every thought that someday she could right the worlds biggest wrong- and now she would have to start over.

“Wanda, what the fuck?! Do you know how long that took me- years! Why would you do that?!” Natasha still didn’t know that Wanda wasn’t just having an episode- she had them sometimes to- and she was really trying to understand. She took a few deep breathes- it was okay, she could just write what she remembered down and go back to Carol who had her own copies. It was okay.

She looked up at Wanda- she was still angry, but not directly at her- surely it had been out of impulse, and there was a different side to this. “Wanda. I’m here, if you want to talk about something- I’m right here, but you need to let me go. I’m upset right now and I want to go to my room.”

"You don't understand," Wanda whispered. "You don't understand, but that's alright. You don't have to understand, malen'kiy pauk. I'll understand for the both of us. You just have to comply. Don't fucking try this. It's not gonna be worth it. No one will be happy to be alive. No one ever was before."

She remembered some of them; Peter, Bucky, Strange, Sam, and T'Challa. Although not in this time.

Peter was outed, abused, and had been forgotten. Bucky lost Steve. Strange was fucking miserable. Sam...maybe... And T'Challa had died soon after coming back.

There was no one who had been happy after being brought back.

"No one ever was after." She spoke, blinking the memories away, the tears falling in response. "It was never worth it. You don't have to understand. Just trust me; I know better, malen'kiy pauk. I saw it all."

Natasha shook her head- no. Wanda was confused, she was hurting- relapsing. “No, no- you don’t pick for the both of us, Wanda. What are you talking about? Did you- did you see something? Do you know something?!” An idea hit Natasha- what if, what if Wanda knew that this plan- it would work, and for whatever reason she didn’t want it to.

No, that would be unfair to say- Natasha bit her tongue. Natasha was losing her trust in Wanda quickly even if she really was trying to understand, to be sympathetic- there was no way Wanda knew better. Natasha had been the one doing the research- it was such a thing to say, and the implications behind ‘just comply’ made Natasha’s skin crawl.

She didn’t want to upset Wanda, she really didn’t- but this was going way too far. “I’m going to give you to the count of three to get your hands off of me, and then we can talk about whatever’s going on in your mind. But you have to let me go first.”As if not quite hearing Natasha, she pulled her closer, Natasha's body now pressing against Wanda's, and Wanda tilted her head ever so slightly, her free hand caressing the side of her jawline, her cheek, and briefly brushing her knuckles against her hair.

"Why do you have to question me so, malen'kiy pauk?" She whispered so gently, so reverently and so sweetly, that the fear, the sort of undertone of threat in her words took just a second longer to reach. "I'm trying to protect you, you don't have to understand, but why must you question me?"

She laughed. "Of course I get to decide for the both of us. The last time I didn't... The last time I didn't you made a stupid, stupid choice." She chose the world, she chose the Barton's. It wasn't an even choice. It was just proof that Natasha... She didn't have the best judgement. She shouldn't be trusted to make the calls.

That was alright.

Wanda could make them for her.

She was, after all, destined to be a ruler.

“Wanda, you’re scaring me.” Natasha said firmly, trying to lean away from her gentle touches that made her skin tingle- fear settled in the pit of her stomach as the mood in the room shifted from anger to something much, much darker- something Natasha didn’t understand.

“Whatever you know, you can help make the right decisions, but we have to at least try. We can’t just let all those innocent people stay dead forever- what about Peter, and- and Scott- don’t they deserve to come back? Whatever it takes.” Natasha swallowed as Wanda’s eyes darkened.

“You don’t own me, you can’t control me- I’m perfectly capable of making my own decisions. Now, for the last time- back up.”

"Peter doesn't get a good life like you think even when he comes back. That kid suffers like I do. He loses his family, he loses his loved one, he loses his friends, he loses his identity, and he's forgotten to the world. Just like I was. If you bring him back, you solidify his suffering. And don't you understand? He's too good of a person to be ruined, like I was." She whispered. She still remembered the spell, trying to attack her mind; Forget Peter Parker. It was only the runes that stopped it.

She had scanned the minds of people in a wide wide scale radius after, and reached Peter, reached the people around Peter. The poor kid...

"And Scott... Scott is not dead. Scott will stay away, but he's not dead. That's all you need to know."

She growled, doing that thing with her mouth, lifting the side of it as she bared her teeth. "Fucking listen to me for once, Natasha." She tightened her grip, now less gently firm and more definitely bruising. "This lack of space isn't the problem, and you CAN'T make decisions for yourself. Every time you have, you just condemn other people around you to suffer a little more, or hurt yourself more; both. I won't let you.”

Ow. Fucking ow. All Natasha had ever done was try to help people- to save them from the hell she had been through- but was that really what she did? Did she condemn people to live out misery? She could feel her wrist bruising in Wanda’s hold and it actually hurt enough to make her eyes begin to water.

“Fucking harsh.” She muttered- what else could she say? That Wanda had genuinely hit a sore spot- had confirmed a huge fear of hers? That she had never actually helped anyone- that she only ever caused pain and suffering.

Maybe her eyes weren’t just watering- but Natasha was a strong person, and her resolve couldn’t be so easily broken- at least, not usually- but Natasha was already down, already vulnerable. She reached up with her free hand and slapped Wanda’s hand away- her gentle touches weren’t matching her words- and Natasha wanted so badly to move away. “Don’t touch me.”

Wanda could tell when she hit a sore spot better than others, she was always the one on the other side of the situation after all, and she was good at self deceit enough to take note of what people were lying to themselves about, it was how she knew just what to say to Strange, although obviously, she hadn't been convincing enough.

So, she continued, ignoring Natasha. She didn't know what was good for her anyway, what was the use in listening to someone who couldn't make self-preserving choices? Smart choices that were neither selfish nor selfless.

"And T'Challa. You bring him back only to have his family watch him slowly die of an incurable disease. Bucky loses Steve. Strange has nothing going for him, he loses the love of his life, he doesn't know what else to do with himself. Yelena, yes, I know of her." She met her once, on the rare occasions she went out of her cabin, visiting Natasha's grave, getting all the news so far, of her former 'teammates'. She, truly, had just been out there for Natasha, and to see if anyone cared enough to search for her---no one ever did, but she knew Natasha would have---or if anyone was searching for her because they thought her to be a threat.

"Yelena becomes a killer for hire. She gets sent after Clint." She says. Misleading information, in use, she continues. "She never fails a mission, you know this." She wasn't lying, but she did know the assumptions that would jump into Natasha's mind. "How do you think the kids handled it? Seeing their father attacked by an assassin. He had a mentee, Clint. Her name was Kate. She took on the mantle of Hawkeye too early, in my opinion. I'm sure he saw you when he let her drop from the side of that building when she asked him to help her up."

Natasha choked on a sob. Yelena. Sweet, funny, loving Yelena- turned into an assassin- after all that they had been through. And Clint- he had three kids and a wife, he couldn’t die- and T’Challa- god, Natasha was actually starting to question her decision. She was crumbling.

Maybe it had been the thought of her baby sister that did it, she didn’t know- but Natasha didn’t want to hear any more. She had gotten the point- she didn’t need this. “Okay, I get it- stop. Stop it!” She said, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn’t have to look at Wanda- god, her arm hurt. Not as much as her chest though. Her heart felt too heavy and there was a stabbing lump in her throat that made her voice waver."There's one more you hurt." She said. "I died." She spoke. She knew she had driven the point, but she couldn't just settle for that, she needed Natasha to understand just how badly it had all screwed up. How meaningless and awful her sacrifice was, and all the ripples that it had caused.

She could have done so much more if she'd just given herself more time.

She could have saved Yelena, saved Peter, saved Vision (most likely, she hadn't stopped it the first time, but surely she would if she understood how much it hurt Wanda), saved... Probably not T'Challa, and most of all--- Saved her.

But she didn't. Because she'd been so wrapped up in that death wish shit of hers.

At least when Wanda tried to fulfill HER death wishes, she was sure no one was around to care for her. Natasha couldn't even do that good favour for them.

"I don't care that I died." She let go of Natasha, now seeing that she wasn't in any sort of mental state to leave, or escape, or make a dumb decision. "But all the shit that led up to it... The things that you didn't do, the things that you did, all the ripples and consequences of... I had kids, you know. Vision planned to get us a plot of land. I lost it all. That future, my kids, Vision for the third time. And then I died a few years later, because no one was there for me, and it could all be traced back to you."

She summoned her chair again, so she could sit next to Natasha once more. "But, it's okay, malen'kiy pauk. I don't hold it against you. I would never. I'm just here to make sure you don't do it all over again."

Natasha collapsed back into her chair, staring at her wrist- watching as a dark purple mark in the shape of Wanda’s hand began to show itself. She felt completely defeated- it was over. Everyone was gone, she couldn’t help them- no matter how hard she tried, it was too late- no one was ever going to be the same again. Not Clint, not Peter, not anyone.

She turned to Wanda slowly. She couldn’t bare to be around her anymore, and maybe it was time she moved on too- like Thor had. Find her own place in the world- which wasn’t here.

“I’m leaving tomorrow. I won’t try to bring everyone back, but I’m not staying here.” “Oh, Malen'kiy pauk." She cooed, and then waved a hand, all windows shutting, as well as all doors, surrounded by the slight glow of red from her magic. "You're not going anywhere without my say so."

She approached Natasha like prey, walking like a predator, a confident and intimidating stride. One that, she thought, must be oddly similar to how she walked during her attack to-at-in? Kamar Taj.

"I just got you back, malen'kiy pauk." Her voice sweet, and genuine, cracking in the middle of her words, sad and loving, pained and hopeful. "I'm not letting you go again. I didn't get a choice last time, but this time... Oh, Nat... I have a choice now. And that means you're never leaving me again, not like before."

Natasha stood up quickly, backing towards the door. This was alright, she had gotten away from hostage situations before- she could do it again. Scratch leaving tomorrow, Natasha was leaving now.

“You aren’t going to control me. I’m going to go get my stuff, and then I’m going to leave. Don’t get in my way.” Natasha didn’t want to look away from Wanda- so she walked backwards to keep an eye on her. Only, when she reached what had once been a doorless entryway- she found that there was nothing but solid wall.

She felt around with her hands for a moment before realizing that there was no exit now. Those windows were designed to be nearly impossible to break- Natasha used to spend boring meetings throwing paperweights at them because they would never get so much as a scratch. “Fuck. Wanda, don’t do this. You don’t have to do this.”

“I do, Solntse, I really do." She dragged her hands down her face. "Every single time, the choices you make, it just all keeps coming back to hurt me. I can't lose you, and you're trying to make me. I can't. I won't. So I have to do this. I get it, you don't understand, but that's okay. With time, you will."

She waved her hand, only one door returned, the one behind Wanda. The one she had been blocking Natasha from, showing that it really was Wanda's permission that she needed to be able to get anywhere, even just out of a room.

Natasha sucked in a breath of air. One way out. She went around the desk to try and avoid Wanda- but she could feel her eyes following her out of the room. The very second she was in the hallway she sped up, and when she got to her room she sent a distress single to all of her immediate contacts- but she didn’t know that the scarlet witch had cut off any and all signal- messages could be received, but never sent- not unless Wanda wanted it so.

She sat on her bed staring at the wall- was this really happening to her? In a million years she would’ve never bet that Wanda Maximoff would hold her hostage in the compound to keep her from bringing millions of people back to life. Natasha stared at the now very dark bruise on her arm, god- she didn’t want to admit it but she was terrified. Would Wanda lash out at her like that again? How could she avoid it- and how long would it take before somebody noticed Natasha’s radio silence.

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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Can I ask you a question?

In addition to my other stories!!

What would people like to see from me this year??

Like what kind of one shots??

#fanfic #olsenmyolsen fic #wanda maximoff imagines #natasha romanoff imagine #kate bishop imagine #maria hill imagine #story ideas #carol danvers imagine #wandanat imagine #dark one shots too #dark!yelena #yelena belova imagine #dark!natasha romanoff #dark!wandanat #dark!wanda maximoff

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frostedfaves · 2 years

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IM VERY HAPPY ABOUT IT

it took me a minute to realize what this was about but yay!!! I might post a lil teaser of it tomorrow (mostly to motivate myself to finally finish it lmao) if anyone wants to see what they’re getting into

#asks #dark!wandanat

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angelanderson · 3 months

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HER GIRL.

—a semi-dark!mommy!wanda au fic

wanda adores you. in fact, she would do anything for you. that’s why she’s created a special place for just the two of you of you to exist. she’s your entire world now. every want, whim, and need is taken care of now. it’s not like you could or would want leave— she makes sure of that. after all, mommy knows best.

cw: unhealthy relationship due to the nature of this series. includes smut, light angst, and lots of fluff. unhealthy relationship, wanda has her powers. all my works are 18+ even when smut is not present. fic w/ mommy!kink. soft!dark wanda has kinda brainwashed you but it’s all <3

masterlist

୨୧ the beginning (of the end) (coming soon)

୨୧ forbidden fruits

୨୧ like ribbon in your hair

୨୧ some bunny loves you

୨୧ little doll, little dove

extras + asks

୨୧ give you what you need

*this is a dark!wanda mommy kink fic, not an ageplay one. i tag each fic accordingly, but general ones can be read above. gore, true/serious harm, any type of assault is not present.

#dark wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda smut #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff smut #her girl au

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writerslittlelibrary · 1 month

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Don't worry about a thing

masterlist

summary: your parents needed the extra money, even if it meant making you work for it. what happens when two women disagree with your parents methods?

pairing: dark!Wandanat x teen reader, dark!Yelena x teen reader, dark!Melina x teen reader, dark!Bucky x teen reader, dark!Alexei x teen reader

warnings: alcoholism, dark Wandanat, dark themes, kidnapping, it’s kinda fluff as well

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2690

a/n: this kinda turned from dark!wandanat to a very soft fic. I mean, reader still gets kidnapped, but Wandanat are so sweet about it… :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been working in the cafe for a while. Your parents needed the money, and to be honest, you needed it too.

Your parents had been drinking since you were a young child, and you now you were a teenager, which means it is legal for you to work. Your parents didn’t hesitate to push you towards a job. With all their money going to alcohol, they needed your money for either food, or more drinks.

On the side, you would save a little bit of money, trying to save enough to hopefully one day go to college.

Today it was a day like any other.

You had just gotten back from school, and you went to the cafe immediately. However, this time was a little different. For the last couple of weeks, you had the weird feeling that someone was watching you. There had been a few people that asked about a lot of details from you, which creeped you out a bit.

At first, it was a red-headed woman. She looked to be around her thirties, and she was very kind.

Then, there was a brown haired woman. She asked how you were doing, whether you were still in school, and also how you would be getting home. She seemed concerned for your safety. After all, it had been late that day.

Then, a blonde haired woman had walked in. She went into the cafe with a dog, and after ordering for herself and her dog, she offered to walk you home. You had told her that you were fine, and that your father was picking you up, but as usual, he hadn’t showed up. The woman insisted on walking you home, and you had allowed her. What was the harm, right? She was very kind and respectful, and her dog was nice.

After that, you had a week of boring people, as usual. People who didn’t give a single shit about your life. People that only cared about the fact that they had been waiting on their coffee for five whole minutes.

You figured you had just been imagining things, and that the three women you had met where just genuinely kind.

However, after that week ended, weirdly invasive people started to come into the cafe again.

At first it was a man. He was wearing gloves, and he looked a little scary. His hair was brown, and he was tall and looked strong. However, when he ordered you decided he was actually very sweet. He talked with you the entire night, thanking you when you served him his drinks and food, and he tipped very well.

A week later, this week, you spotted the red haired woman from a few weeks ago sitting at one of the tables.

She wasn’t alone this time. The brown haired woman, who you had seen earlier as well, was sitting beside her. You walked up to them with a smile, pushing your odd feelings down and getting ready to serve them just like any other day.

The women smiled at you, and after giving you their order, they continued a conversation of their own.

You brushed your anxiety off of yourself, making their drinks and continuing with your shift. However, after serving them and getting back to another costumer, the man you had seen earlier walked in. He looked a little angry, but smiled kindly when he met your eyes. You smiled back, but before you could ask for his order, he went to sit down with the other two women.

Again, you didn’t think much off it, rather just pushing the anxiety away and continuing with your job.

It started to get really weird, though, when the blonde haired woman walked in. She was accompanied by her fluffy dog, which didn’t hesitate to greet you with a wagging tail. You bent down to pet him, when you noticed a slightly red streak running along his fur.

You went to brush your hand over it, but the dog retreated back to it’s owner.

She smiled at you and stopped at the bar, ordering the same thing she ordered a few weeks ago. After doing so, she went to sit down with the other man and women. Why did they know each other? Had it been a coincidence that you had all seen them before? Were they watching you?

You shook the thoughts from your head, preparing the woman’s order, putting some whipped cream into a cup for her dog, before bringing it over to the table.

You put it down with a smile, grabbing the empty two cups and asking if you could get them anything else.

“We’re alright, sweetheart,” the brown haired woman spoke with a gentle smile.

You nodded and retreated back to the counter, ready to serve other costumers, before you realised, there were no other costumers.

The entire cafe was empty, minus the four people sitting in the corner.

Odd, this was usually such a busy time.

You didn’t think much off it, rather deciding to start cleaning up a bit in the hopes of getting home earlier tonight. When you were about to shut off the coffee machine you heard the little bell ring, indicating that another costumer had walked in.

You turned to look at them, discovering that it was a tall, large man. He had tattoos covering his arms, and a long beard. He was followed by a woman, who smiled at you before she pulled the man over to the table where the other people were sitting. You hadn’t seen them before, but you did find it odd.

When your colleague told you she was heading home for the night, you agreed to closing up, telling her to get home safe.

After she left, you glance over at the table impatiently. They had been sitting there for hours, and you wanted to get home on time tonight. You still had a few tests to study for, and there was a project you were supposed to hand in yesterday.

You stood impatiently at the counter until the blonde woman walked up to you. You had hoped she wanted to pay, but instead she simply asked for a donut.

You hid your annoyance and got her what she wanted, smiling at her when you handed the sweet treat over.

“How are you getting home today?” she asked as she took the donut from you, taking a bite.

“My father was supposed to pick me up, but I suppose I’ll be walking once again,” you replied, closing the treat cabinet.

“I can give you a ride if you’d like. My parents are probably leaving with my sister anyway, so there will be a car left that I’ll have to drive,” she explained, giving her dog a few pets when it excitedly walked over to her. She snuck the dog some pieces of the donut while praising her for being such a good girl.

“That’s very kind, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you replied, not wanting to get into a strangers car.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem, I promise. A young girl like you shouldn’t be out on the street alone at this time. It’s dangerous, someone could hurt you,” the woman reasoned, and you thought for a moment before agreeing.

It did seem dangerous to walk home alone in the dark, and this woman was very kind. There was no way that she would hurt you.

“If you’re certain that it won’t be a problem…” you said, and you watched the woman shake her head.

“Of course not. Besides, Fanny would love the extra cuddles,” the woman explained, giving her dog, Fanny, a few scratches behind her ears.

You turned around, missing the sign the woman gave to the other people at the table. They got up, walking towards the door. The red headed woman stayed behind, telling the others she would be there soon.

She walked over to the counter, giving Fanny a few pets before pulling out her wallet.

“I’d like to pay for the whole table, please,” she told you as she grabbed her card. You nodded and typed in the amount on the device.

After paying, she thanked you and walked out of the cafe.

“I’m Yelena, by the way,” the blonde woman said as she waited for you to close everything up. “I’m y/n,” you told her, locking the register and walking out from behind the bar.

“This way,” she said as she led the way out of the cafe, waiting for you to lock the door before opening the door of her car.

You were about to get in before Fanny jumped into the car before you, settling in the middle of the couch chair. Yelena drove a truck, so it was easy to fit three people on the chair. You got in after Fanny, sitting beside her and petting her head when she laid her head on your lap.

Yelena got into the drivers seat, closing the door and starting the car.

“Here, you must be thirsty after working for so long,” she said as she handed you a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you opened it, taking a few sips.

“Who was your sister?” you asked Yelena after a little while. She turned to you with a smile, rubbing Fanny’s fur.

“The red head, Natasha. She’s my sister. The big guy, with the long beard, that’s my dad, and the woman with dark brown hair is my mom,” Yelena explained, focusing back on the road. “The cafe you work at is close to our work space, so we come there a lot, but we’ve never been there together.”

“What kind of work do you do?” you asked her curiously.

“We take care of business. Make sure people pay… taxes… that sort of stuff,” Yelena explained, although she weirdly paused before mentioning taxes. You nodded, focusing on the world outside.

After a few minutes of silence, you started to get a bit dizzy, grabbing onto the dashboard to steady yourself as black spots took over your vision.

“Everything alright?” Yelena asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Just a little dizzy…” you explained, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of clearing your vision.

“That happens sometimes after doing a lot during the day, especially for girls your age. You should drink a bit more water and take a few deep breaths. It’ll pass,” Yelena told you, and you nodded as you gulped the leftover water in the waterbottle down.

You sat back, taking a few deep breaths and looking out the window, suddenly noticing the road you were at didn’t look familiar.

“This isn’t my street…?” you asked Yelena, who merely shrugged.

“There is construction that way, so I figured we’d avoid it,” she reasoned, turning on her turn signal and steering into another unfamiliar road.

You were about to protest, but the spots in your vision took over nearly everything, and you suddenly felt to dizzy to talk. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t even remember what happened after as you lost consciousness completely.

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You groaned slightly when you woke up, the sun blinding your vision as you covered your eyes with your hands. You turned around in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher a closing you eyes again, fully prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, you sat up in a fright, looking around the room and taking in you surroundings. You never got home lat night.

You don’t remember anything past the points of being dizzy.

You threw the covers away, standing up from the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness as you walked over to the window. As soon as you pulled the curtains open, all you could see was snow. What the actual fuck. It never snowed where you were from.

You ran towards the door, surprised when it opened immediately.

You looked out into the hallway, making sure it was clear before you made your way downstairs. You could hear chatter coming from what you assumed was the living room, and so you tried to go around it, heading towards the front door, or atleast, what looked like the front door.

You almost thought you weren’t spotted, until you heard a voice coming from the living room.

“If you’re going outside, don’t forget your boots and jacket. Winters are very cold around here.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in place as the voice spoke so casual. If she knew you were leaving, why didn’t she try to stop you? You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do as you looked at the rack of shoes. Your shoes were there, together with a vast variety of boots.

“If you’re hungry, there is also some breakfast,” the voice spoke again, and you took a deep breath before deciding to follow it.

You walked into the living room, seeing all five people sitting on a few couches.

The red headed woman, Natasha, was sitting at the edge of the couch with the brown haired woman beside her. Natasha was scrolling on her phone while the other woman was reading a book.

After they noticed you arrived in the living room, the woman put her book away.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly, glancing over at Yelena who was watching something on the tv. You couldn’t understand the language, and you figured it must’ve been something slavic.

“You’re home,” the woman smiled softly, getting up from the couch and reaching for your hand.

“We figured we’d let you sleep in, so I put some breakfast in the fridge for you,” she explained as she led you towards the kitchen, letting go of your hand and opening the fridge, pulling out a plate of waffles.

You went to sit down at the barstool, leaning on the kitchen island, debating on what to say next.

“Who are you…?” you asked hesitantly, afraid to upset her.

“My name is, Wanda, but you may call me mom, and Natasha is mama,” Wanda stated simply, squirting some whipped cream on the waffles before topping them off with some fresh fruit.

“... What…?”

“I understand that it may be a bit confusing, but I promise you you will be happy here. We will make sure you will never have to worry about anything another day in your life,” Wanda explained, smiling as she put the plate of food in front of you.

“What about my parents?” you asked, and Wanda just smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about them hurting you ever again, I promise.”

You nodded slightly, staring at the plate of waffles.

“So you kidnapped me?”

Wanda chuckled a bit, sitting down across from you and pouting you a glass of your favourite juice. “I guess you could call it that, although that is not our intention. We love you, and we’ll show that to you,” she explained, putting the glass of juice down in front of you.

You hesitated before you felt your belly rumble in hunger, staring at the plate of waffles for only a second longer before you dug in, enjoying the amazing tasty treat.

“Why me?” you asked after taking a breath, taking a sip from your juice and staring at Wanda.

“You are special. You might not understand it, but you are special, and we love you. You are perfect,” Wanda explained, smiling as Natasha joined you in the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about it too much, malysh. You will love it here, and you will have everything you could dream off,” she said, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She reached over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with some juice as well.

“If you want, I can take you outside later, or you could explore the house a little if that’s what you prefer,” Natasha suggested, and you nodded.

“Okay,” you simply said, taking another bite of your waffles.

You were confused beyond comprehension, yet for some reason, you felt safe. You knew you were safe, and for the first time in your life, you felt content.

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scarlethexelove · 4 months

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How about a WandaNat fic where both are slightly dark and kidnap R. R isn't too worried about it though and soon grows to actually love both of them. Maybe something angsty with a happy ending 🙂

We'll Keep You Safe

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 1546

Warnings: Domestic violence, kidnapping, allusion to drugging, murder, I don't think there is much else.

Part 2 Save You

A/N: First I want to thank @abbyromanoff for the help on a bit of the story idea. I was struggling to come up with how they get to the point so thank you Abby. Hope this is what you wanted I'm not really sure how much I like this one myself but I hope you enjoy.

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You run from your house. Your wife is screaming at you to come back but you don't, you just run to your neighbors house. They told you if you ever needed anything that you could come to them. So that is what you did. Tears streaming down your face, your right eyes almost swollen shut and a gash on your cheek. You cradle your right arm with your left pretty sure that your wrist is broken.

This wasn’t the first time she hit you, but this was the worst. You said you would leave but every time you were about to she promised to change to never hit you again. All she did was give you broken promises. So this time you ran her anger being heard even as you got to the front door of your neighbors.

You banged on the door with your left hand as you looked back, scared she would follow you. You kept knocking even as the door opened, startling you and almost hitting the woman at the door. “I-I’m sorry.” You stuttered out.

The beautiful brunette looks at your concern and anger swirling in her eyes. “S-sh-she” you stutter more, not able to form words. “Help” your voice sounding so small, your legs giving out as pain starts to spread through your body. The adrenaline wears off making you feel the full force of your injuries. Wanda catches you in her arms slowly helping you to the ground and pulling you into her.

“Natasha!” Wanda calls out to her wife. Natasha comes around the corner, as soon as she sees you there is fury in hers. Your face is buried in Wanda’s neck as you cry. Natasha tries to make her way past you both so that she can teach your wife a lesson but Wanda stops her. Instead Wanda passes you to her wife. Sharing a knowing look. Natasha cradles you in her arms and carries you into the living room sitting down with you on the couch. Burying yourself into her she holds you tightly as you cry continuously apologizing to her as you soak her shirt in your tears.

Natasha shushes you as she rubs her hand up and down your back. Wanda making her way into the kitchen. A few minutes later as you start to calm down Wanda returns with a tray. A tea pot and some tea cups sit on the tray. She pours a cup for you. Natasha coxes you out of her neck as Wanda extends the cup of tea. You take it hesitantly and take a few sips. Both women give you a sad smile.

“Honey, do you want to tell us what happened?” Wanda speaks gently as she sits down on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. You lightly nod your head before speaking. “I-I came home and Lila was pissed. S-she found the divorce papers I had hidden. I tried to tell her I wasn’t going to but she s-started hitting me. I-I ran here as soon as I could get away.” You tell the woman. “I’m scared.”

“We won’t let her hurt you again.” Natasha says. You can feel her anger but also her concern. You lay your head on her shoulder starting to feel sleepy and your body feeling numb. The pain fading away. Your body feels heavy as you try to speak again but no words come out. That is the last thing you remember before everything goes black.

You blink your eyes open, your body feeling weak and heavy. It’s hard to keep your eyes open but you're able to look around. You are wearing different clothes which freaks you out. Did someone change you? What the hell happened? Why are you here? And where is Wanda and Natasha? All these questions run through your mind. Panic setting in.

You start to look around again. This room is not one you are familiar with. The walls are wooden and a few paintings scattered around. There is a bedside table next to the bed you are laying on. It is soft, softer than anything you have been on in a long time. One of your wifes punishments for a long time has been sleeping on the ground. You notice the water on the bedside table which makes you realize how thirsty you are. Your mouth feels as though you have cotton in it. So you reach out grabbing it, but as you bring it to yourself you drop the glass and it shatters on the ground.

Just then the door swings open and you see a panicked Wanda with Natasha behind her. They both quickly rush towards you. “Are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?” Wanda questions quickly come up next to you grabbing your hands and looking you over to see if you have any new injuries. “Where am I? What are we doing here? Why am I wearing different clothes?” You send out a rapid array of questions to the woman.

Wanda gives you a soft look. “We brought you here.” She told you, placing a hand on your check which you flinch from before letting her touch you. “We had to get you away from her.” Natasha added as she bent down cleaning up the shattered glass. “H-her, y-you mean my wife?” You question starting to push Wanda away and scrabble out of the bed. She grips you tightly and doesn’t let you up.

“Ow, Wanda you're hurting me.” You tell her as her grip loosens on your good wrist. That is when you realize that they have tended to your injuries and cleaned you up. “Sorry detka. We just want to keep you safe. We never want to hurt you. You deserve so much better than that woman can provide you. We just want to keep you safe and give you the love you deserve.” Wanda gently tells you, holding your hands in hers. You let yourself relax and stare at her. “She can never hurt you again.” Natasha adds sitting down next to you.

You can’t help but admit that you have had a crush on the women since you met them, but you have a wife and they were married to each other. So you always push down those feelings, but sitting here with the woman feels just right. Natasha’s words echoing in your head which causes you to think. “What do you mean she will never hurt me again? You can’t know that. W-what if she finds me?” You quickly panic at the thought.

“She won’t be a problem anymore Y/n I promise you that.” Natasha reassures you, but something still doesn’t sit right. “Did you hurt her?” You question the woman sitting next to you. You can see an evil glint in her eyes. “No one will ever hurt you again and no one will ever find her.” Natasha said, trying to lessen the blow to the fact that she inadvertently admitted to killing your wife. You should be scared and you should try and run from them. They did kidnap you and murder your wife but you can’t find it in yourself to do any of that. They seem to care so much about you and you wouldn’t be surprised if they actually love you.

“I-I I don’t know what to say.” You stutter out. They have already done more for you and made you feel so safe in such a short amount of time. So you accept it. You accept that they have killed your wife and brought you somewhere to keep you safe. They have taken care of your injuries. Your wrist has been set, they cleaned your cheek. Your eye doesn’t seem to be as swollen anymore. They really care for you.

“You don’t have to say anything Y/n we love you so much already and we just want to give you everything you deserve.” Wanda gently strokes the back of your hand with her thumb. Natasha leans in and kisses your forehead. “You mean the world to us detka.” Natasha adds. Tears spring into your eyes at their words. They do love you and they are gentle with you. A stark contrast to the life you have been living. So you let the rational part of you go and you listen to the warm feeling in your chest. Leaning your body into Natasha as she wraps her arms around you.

You feel tired again, your body relaxing with the safety you feel for the first time in a long time. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this. As you relax into Natasha she starts to guide you to lay down. She shuffles you and herself back on the bed pulling your body fully into hers. Wanda slides in behind you and wraps her arms around your waist as she gently kisses your shoulder.

“We have you sweet girl and we promise to never hurt you.” Natasha kisses the top of your head. Your tired eyes closing as you nuzzle into her chest. You can get used to this. Living safe and sound with two women who love and care for you. “I love you.” You whisper as you drift off into a deep sleep.

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lizziesribbons · 13 days

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put me in a room with her and i'll add a new element on the periodic table thats a mixture of our cum that has reacted with the air and toxic waste around us from fucking so much that the cum mixture starts to crystallize and become an entirely new element.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut #want her so bad #wanda fanfic #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wandanat #wandavision

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ahhhwomen · 2 months

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Nothing really matters.

Vampire Empire

Part 3

Pairing: DarkVamp!Wanda Maximoff x DarkVamp!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Well this was depressing to write... Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. All mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Human pets, abuse, violence, possessiveness, probably incorrect vampire lore, angst, panic attacks, hurt/comfort, kitten play (?), also this is not a Carol positive fic (I have nothing against her, but I needed a villain), death Minors DNI 18+

Summary: You feel numb, what does it matter anymore?

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @thinking1bee

The next time either of them sees you is in one of Natasha’s business meetings a few weeks later.

Back in Carol’s possession, you kneel in the corner of the conference room while Carol raises her voice at anyone with a slight attitude toward her idiotic ideas.

After half an hour, the constant bickering between the blond woman and Natasha’s respective staff members had become background noise.

There is a crinkling of paper as Natasha scuffles her documents around for a moment while deep in thought. The paper is smooth and high quality, her golden rings glide against the white surface, and she traces black lines of information she can recite in her sleep.

To Natasha’s surprise, you had seemed indifferent to her presence, you didn’t even glance at her once during the introduction to today’s meeting.

Following the same line back and forth, the ink smudges and blurs after the seventh round of Natasha's thumb gliding gently on top of the unimportant details.

She had to give credit where credit was due. You were poised and unbothered.

She could not say the same for herself, however.

Ever since she could smell you getting in the elevator with blondie, she kept glancing toward the door, waiting for your arrival. And now, she continuously spares a glance in your direction when she thinks someone talks too loudly or expresses themselves with broad gestures.

It doesn't take long for her to understand you a little better.

Carol changes you.

Your eyes are cast downward, and you hold your head low in a display of obedience. You are sitting on your heels with your hands just out in front of your knees. Your back is strung tight to form a perfect line and the muzzle is only for show. But whereas your posture and attitude would be considered perfection, your eyes are empty.

Natasha’s chair creaks and groans as she rocks back and forth, the leather cushion softens the knockback as her leg bounces against the flooring, unfitting of her usual characteristics, she can’t seem to keep her calm and collected demeanor.

Small tears and wrinkles form, as Natasha tightens her hands against some case report she wrote half-heartedly before bed the previous night. She inhales sharply, her nostrils flaring.

You are still covered in bruises.

They are healing, and so are the once red and angry lines, they are now pinker and more muted. But it’s clear some of them were fresher, it had been close to a month since she had seen you last, yet the color of some were as fresh as a daisy.

Specifically, your face seemed to have been put through the gutter.

Though it was clear that whatever transpired that day hadn’t been repeated, she could still sense in you that Carol wasn’t very light-handed.

She tells herself it is because she pities you for having to go through the blonde’s rage, but there is also something about the two small puncture wounds on your neck that aggravates her.

Her fingers drum against the table in annoyance while she thinks it over, her nails clicking against the resin top of her newly polished conference table.

Pinching the skin between her eyebrows she sighs loudly. Enough so, that the man currently presenting stutters and has to loosen his tie before continuing with a slight tremor to his hands.

She can’t figure it out.

She huffs and readjusts her posture to show she is listening.

Never mind, the little mystery you are, she has business to attend to. With one last glance, she emerges herself back in the matter at hand and makes sure to fix Carol with a hard glare whenever something becomes too heated.

You are sitting on an old wooden bench in the garden.

The flowers bloom around you and rustle in the fresh, spring, wind. If you close your eyes, you can almost smell the rosebush across the tiny plot of land. The birds sing in a tune you are not familiar with, but it’s nice. Lilies hug your legs, all colorful and fresh, there are tiny little droplets atop their pedals, it must have rained before you got out here.

That would explain the chill that settles deep in your spine.

There are dogs around, you hear them bark and growl at each other on the other side of the fence, but you don’t mind.

Because you are in the garden. With a fence between you and them.

Until one of them jumps the fence.

You have been staring at the ground with a slight tremor lacing your every move for the better part of an hour. She seems like a calm dog, but she’s big, bigger than you, and there is this presence to her that you don’t know what to do with.

She smells like the flowers around you, maybe that’s why you don’t flee. No matter how much you want to, you are frozen in your seat as the big hound stares at you.

She licks her snout and blinks slowly while you sit there. It feels like she is mocking you, almost as if daring you to move.

The wind picks up every now and then, the howling of the other dogs growing louder and more concerning, but the big dog doesn’t bat an eye. She growls deeply, but you can tell it isn’t directed at you, and then the other dog’s calm.

Maybe she is a nice dog, but it doesn’t matter.

A dog is a dog.

The fence opens with a piercing screech. Even as you close your eyes in hope, the big dog does nothing. She doesn’t run away, but she doesn’t help either.

She just watches as Master drags you away. You don’t know why you thought she would do anything else.

Master is right.

Master is always right.

No one will help.

You don’t deserve it.

When the meeting commends, Carol drags you out of the room quickly, she has other matters to settle tonight, and she can’t be bothered to stay here too long.

Your knuckles rasp against the expensive flooring of Mrs. Romanoff´s office. The tasteful tree-work makes your bones ache, and your tag jingles repeatedly as bone connects with fifty thousand dollars worth of Brazilian rosewood. The blond woman tugs at your leash impatiently.

“Carol. Wait a moment.”

Please don’t.

Master halted her movements just before she passed through the elevator´s door, effectively also halting yours.

“There is some paperwork James wants you to finish up before you leave.”

Natasha waves her hand around with a roll of her eyes, showcasing false annoyance she knows the blond will eat right up, “Something about an unsettled bank record?” The redhead squints in the blonde’s direction, displeasure hidden not so greatly on the CEO’s face.

Natasha has to work extremely hard to not showcase how disgusting she finds the woman in front of her to be.

The woman beside you tenses up. She bunches her eyebrows and sighs before nodding slowly and releasing the tight clutch on your leash.

A pointed finger comes into view as Carol shifts her body towards you and tilts her head downward to face you. “Stay here.” Her voice leaves no room for arguing, it’s a clear command, you know she only does it to showcase her power over you. You couldn’t talk back even if you wanted to, the clinic made sure of that long before you even knew Masters hard angles.

Nonetheless, you bow your head and place your rump back onto the cruel flooring, somehow it feels even stiffer than the concrete inside your familiar slammer.

There is a long and rather awkward silence before Miss Romanoff clears her throat and breaks the stillness.

“Are you in pain?” Natasha gestures towards her own face as if you need a hint to understand what she means.

Just a few months ago, Romanoff acknowledging you in the slightest would send you through a rollercoaster of fear and wonder. Now you merely play dumb and tilt your head in confusion.

Of course, it hurts.

That was the point, wasn’t it?

“You smell different.” Carol scrutinizes you from afar.

If it weren’t for the years of experience you have with this sort of thing you would give yourself away immediately by tensing up and begging for her mercy, instead, you remain impassive.

The blond woman studies you carefully, waiting for any telltale that you heard her.

It’s easier than you thought.

Maybe it’s from the emotional drainage these days have been, but you barely feel anything as Carol looks you over. No matter how much she has hurt you, her eyes hold nothing compared to the power that the Maximoff clan’s leader has in hers.

You can hear the familiar crunch of rough concrete beneath a heavy army boot.

Master moves closer, but still, you feel nothing.

It’s been three days since that day. The first night you sobbed your sorrows, your pain, your fear, everything that has been building up and suppressed throughout the years all expressed in a puddle of tears and blood.

You don’t know what the women wanted, but something about them had made ancient wounds reopen, and the floodgates that followed were inevitable.

You don’t even remember falling asleep, you find it more likely that you passed out from dehydration or exhaustion.

The other days had passed in a blur.

It’s like you have been stuck in a trance where nothing really matters anymore.

Then the smashing of keys came back, and still, you were inconsolable. You didn’t even acknowledge her when she ran her hands over your bare body. Didn’t blink as her hands took a threatening hold of your collar.

She was testing this new side of yours; you could tell it angered her that she didn’t affect you.

You ruined her little power trip of the day.

She grips the back of your neck and forces you to face her. “Look at me when I am talking to you!” Spit sprays on your face as she talks through gritted teeth.

You don’t care, you just stare at her through hooded eyes, looking but not seeing.

Her hand connected hard with your face; you could feel the vibration inside your skull. And yet, all you could think about were them.

The feeling of concrete pouring through your veins wasn’t so scary anymore.

*slap*

You wonder what would happen if she went all the way…

*slap*

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they killed you.

*slap*

“LOOK AT ME!” Carol screams into your ear, but it is fuzzy and unintelligible to you.

*slap*

“CAN’T YOU TELL I AM TALKING TO YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!?”

*slap*

“Look at me?” Her hand strokes your chin lightly, but you know her…

*slap*

Your head bounces against the pavement.

*slap*

Your vision becomes blurry and unfocused.

She hit you a total of twenty-four more times, before finally relenting and stomping away.

From that day forward you decided to play into it, pretend like what took place with the powerful women never happened to begin with. You were sure it would anger them.

If this is what Carol does when you ruin her little high.

Maybe, they will return and finish what they started if you ruin theirs.

Natasha scratches the nape of her neck as you sit there staring into nothingness. Your brows are slightly raised, and your eyes are wide, to Natasha, it seems like you are in a completely different world.

She leans against the wall, her shoulder squishing against the glass panel, and she crosses one leg over the other. Relying solely on her right leg to hold her up, she looks down at her dress shoes.

Her question was stupid, she knew as much, but what else was she supposed to say?

She wanted to talk to you.

Nat knows she should just leave you be and return back to her office, but when you were being led out of the room earlier your eyes had connected with her, it was a mere millisecond. But in that moment Natasha had felt a chill run down her spine.

Something was definitely wrong.

However, she didn’t expect you to completely shut down after just one simple question.

You are unresponsive to any stimuli while you sit in the hallway with Natasha’s presence close by. The older redhead tries to tap her foot or grunt obnoxiously, just to get a response, but nothing.

It’s not until you can hear Carol’s heavy footsteps that you quicken up and bow your head down.

Carol nods in Natasha’s direction before she passes her and collects you. Her gruff hands slide up and down the expanses of your leash until she finds the position that will yield her the most amount of control over your movements.

If the circumstances were different, Natasha would kill Carol on the spot.

Yet, as Carol takes ahold of your leash and steers you both into the elevator, Natasha lets you go.

Convincing herself it’s for the better. Again.

#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #dark!natasha romanoff #vampire!natasha romanoff #vampire!wanda maximoff #dark!wandanat

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i've been watching 'the boys' again and i'm obsessed with the concept of wandanat having homelander's mentality. so enjoy <3

warnings: kidnapping, dark!wandanat, superheores using their fame and power for fucked up shit, some violence

Rough and uncaring hands thrust you forwards with excessive force that’s entirely unnecessary. There’s a bag over your head and your wrists are tired painfully behind your back so there’s no hope of you fighting anyone off or making a run for it. They just pushed you harder because they could and perhaps because they wanted to see you topple to the floor as you did.

You fall unsupported onto the club floor and cry out weakly when you land on your left shoulder. You try your best to suppress the scream that wants to spill out because you’re pretty sure you just dislocated your shoulder, but the pained whimpers make them happy too.

“There, we’re even,” a man says behind you. You’d recognise it anywhere. That was Tony Stark.

The bag is stripped off of your head that was still against the floor, now exposed to whatever had previously been in your place and you’re sure it was nothing good. He tosses the material next to you and leaves without another word. Apparently these people don’t believe in introductions.

You struggle on the floor to sit up, fully aware of the eyes that bear into you but unable to see them from your position. It takes some time to manoeuvre your restricted body to sit up because the people in front of you have no interest in helping. Though for whatever reason, the moment you find their features you think you’re in safe hands.

“Oh thank god,” you sigh in relief, gazing up at the black widow and scarlet witch. They’ll save you, surely. They can’t be like the others. They can’t be. Even if they’re looking at you with some form of amusement. “Please help me, I- I don’t know what’s going on,” you try to shuffle forwards but it’s hard.

“The ropes, they hurt,” you tell them. “Can you help me get them off?”

“So talkative,” Wanda muses as she stands. You look up at her expectantly and she smiles down at you with something that you can't quite put your finger on. Even as she places her soft hand to your cheek, smoothing over the tear stained skin, a feeling that something is still terribly wrong rises. You are not in safe hands.

To confirm this, Wanda slaps you. Fucking hard.

“Please,” you start, realising that that might just be the only thing you can do to have a shot of getting out of here - plead. Unfortunately, they don’t care, something that becomes apparent when you're forced forwards between Natasha’s spread legs and come dangerously close to the sinister dagger she holds expertly. “You…you can’t do this,” you try again. It’s futile, it clicks when you hear them chuckle.

“Darling, we’re superheroes. We can do whatever the fuck we want.”

#marvel #dark!marvel #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #gxg marvel #wandanat #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #dark!wandanat #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!natasha romanoff #wn.hcs

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her dog

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #wandanat #dark!wandanat #the scarlet witch #black widow #dom!wanda #sub!nat #wlw #lesbian

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Missing “Loved” One

Hollowed Oak

Breeding Ground | Thank you for reading ❤️

SoftDark!WandaNat × Fem!Reader

TW: Horrible parents / Previous trauma, Disassociating, Stockholm syndrome,

18+ | Minors DNI | No Smut, but alluded to.

Pietro woke up with a fever, which normally isn't much cause for concern because Wanda's right there to make him all better with her magical soup, and Natasha with the medicine. Sadly, both of your partners had left you alone in the secluded house while they've been out of country in search of a new, more welcoming home, and to your disservice neither of them were picking up their phones.

After about a hundred calls, and a clear lack of medicine in the cabinets, you had deduced that it was probably in your best interest to lug the infant, and sick four year old out of the house to purchase the necessary materials.

———

Terror filled your entire being at the concept of returning to the city, and though this isn't your first time, it will be the first time without the glamour of Wanda's magic around you to disguise you. Likelihood of being recognized after being missing for nearly five years seems rather low, especially seeing as how no one genuinely looked for you to begin with. Still, it was a possibility, and for both your lovers and yourself it certainly wasn't a welcome one .

The sounds of your child's pained coughs, and the sight of his tear stricken face was enough to push you passed your fears. So even though your lovers had expressly told you not to leave the house, you were packing your daughter into the sling, and placing your son into the stroller. It's not because they didn't trust you, because they knew without a shadow of a doubt you wouldn't run, it was because the world was "far too dangerous a place for a pretty girl like you to be out unattended."

Upon entering the store you'd quickly made your way to the pharmacy in search of some children's tylenol, vicks vapor rub in the tiny tub as well as refills for the humidifier, and a bottle of throat numbing spray, placing it all into the handheld shopping basket hanging from the stroller's handles.

Wanda's soup was similar to chicken noodle, so you'd settled on a few cans of Campbell's, praying to yourself and whatever God listening that Pietro would be too delirious to tell the difference. Then you picked out a pack of "naturally flavored" fruit popsicles, a bottle of pedialyte, and a few snacks you'd run out of back home since you were already here.

Fortunately for you, both children had been sleeping while you cautiously shopped around. The lack of acknowledgment thus far had left your guard slightly lowered, so instead of being in a rush, you found yourself moseying around in search of a gift for your lovers. Hoping to butter them up when they return to find out you'd left the house against their wishes.

While holding up a pair of sunglasses for your stealthy Russian lover you'd nearly dropped them at the sound of a familiar voice. Every hair on your body was stood at attention, slowly you'd creeped around a corner while doing your best to control your breathing. Seeing your mother laughing had caused old feelings of resentment to fester within you.

Leaving the house was indeed a bad idea, it took everything within you not to approach the hag and give her a well deserved piece of your mind. Careful observation allowed you to take notice of the clothes, and accessories she was cloaked in, and you were stunned to see the luxuries upon her. Your mother, the same woman who'd expressly refused to buy you a simple pair of converse was stood before you, dressed head to toe in authentic Gucci.

How in the hell is the woman, the same one who couldn't even pay her mortgage without your weekly allowances, now stood before you in such attire? Better yet, what is she doing inside an ACME, when her whole life had been devoted to remaining cheap and shopping at stores like Winco.

Not interested in the actual answer you attempted to scurry off in the opposite direction, but a hushed gasp of your name had stopped you in your tracks.

"Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you." Jack whispers, pulling you into a gentle embrace while being mindful of the infant strapped to your chest as he spares her a curious glance.

You'd be lying to say seeing him didn't make your heart just the slightest bit happier, but no matter the feeling you knew it was best to get back home, and away from the exposure.

"...but it's best if you get out of sight, and fast. Mom won't be happy to see you, and I wouldn't want her to try and pull anything."

Your face dropped at his truths, then the resentment you felt was back at the front of your heart and mind as he continued.

"What do you mean? Why would seeing me change anything for her apparently perfect little life?"

He sighs before placing a hand to your shoulder in apparent comfort.

"Look, when you disappeared things took quite a turn for us back home. We nearly lost everything, so I got an overnight stocking position, but then mom remembered she'd taken life insurance policies out on all of us, and so she somehow convinced the world you were dead. There's even a "presumed dead" death certificate for you at our house."

Judging by the solemn expression on his face this whole ordeal had hurt him, and seeing that honestly made you happy, because to know that at least one person was bothered by your disappearance was at least comforting.

"I never believed you were dead, I still held out hope, because no way you'd go out on a camping trip..."

A light chuckle fell from your lips at the boys honest observation.

"...but nonetheless you never turned back up, and so she's been gleefully living off of the money. Please, don't shop here again, because I wouldn't put it passed her to try and actually kill you. Believe it or not, but money has made the woman a stone cold monster."

Oh, you believe it, because though Jacky boy never saw it, you'd always been met with the monster that was your mother.

"Okay... Take care Jacky."

The boy smiled fondly at your nickname for him, then his smile faded into a frown as he took one last look at you before responding to your mother's calls for him, and whispering a "you too" as he walked away.

In a rush to get away from them you practically ran out of the store, checking out in a breeze with a six pack of bud lights, and a bottle of wine for your lovers selected as you moved on out. You swiped your emergency debit card, and showed your faux ID to the teller before swiftly packing your groceries into the strollers caddy and rushing out of the store.

Halfway home you heard the screeching of tires, looking up to see the all too familiar black Range Rover that had come to a stop in the middle of the road beside you.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Natasha shrieks while slamming her door shut and swiftly removing Elena from your chest to place her into the car seat.

Wanda was quick to approach you, but once she saw the redness of your eyes, and that the familiar distant look had returned to your orbs she knew better than to push you. Instead she'd gently guided your form into the front seat, gingerly buckling you in, then she was placing a firm, reassuring kiss to your limp lips.

"Why aren't you yelling at her? She put us all in jeopardy!" Natasha angrily spat at her wife, but Wanda's quick to shush her as she scoops Pietro's heated form up and into the car.

"You didn't see the distant look had returned? The one we spent years ridding her of as we filled her with all the love she had deserved! Her punishment for leaving was whatever it was that happened in that store she went to." Wanda exasperatedly informs the redhead stood before her.

"Place your hand on Piet, he's burning up, she only left because we left her no choice, so no, I'm not going to yell at her misses entirely too quick to anger."

"At least I'm not soft.." She grumbles, no malice in her tone, just sheer annoyance at the way nearly losing you had gotten her all worked up.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm only soft for my malyshka, and the beautiful babies she gave us. The rest of the world could burn for all I care." Wanda remarks while passing her wife the groceries and folding up the stroller.

"Gee, thanks." Natasha feigns offense, then shuts the trunk and pulls her wife in for a bruising kiss.

"Last I checked you didn't like soft." She teases as they separate, biting down hard enough as they do to draw blood, pulling her lower lip out before eventually releasing it with a pop.

Wanda ran her thumb across to collect the droplets, then promptly suckled her thumb while keeping steady eye contact before leaving her stood there as she got into the back seat. Natasha quickly collected herself, then settled into the drivers seat, sparing a glance your way to see your quivering lip, and her own resolve nearly broke at the sight of you so broken.

*Now who's the softie...*

*Shut up...*

Natasha drove off with her right hand firmly gripping your thigh, a constant reassurance that you're not alone meant to be felt through the touch. As she pulled into the garage Wanda was quick to glamour the house once more, then she scooped the now awake children up and brought them indoors to tend to them.

"Moya lyubov', we're home..." Natasha calmly informed you, but your unmoving form lent her to believe she'd also be carrying you in.

She scooped you up bridal style, then carried you through the house, placing you down on the couch before joining Wanda in the kitchen. After a long thirty minutes of your silence they'd grown increasingly worried, but the wailing infant had been enough to pull you from your trance. Shakily you'd entered the kitchen, silently removing your shirt then taking Elena from the widows arms to feed her.

Wanda then took the soup can out of the bag, turning her nose up in disgust before swiftly discarding it and beckoning the ingredients needed to be right in front of her. While Natasha got to work on giving Pietro the much needed medicine, you were sat at the table besides them humming along to a lullaby, and gently rocking your daughter to soothe her.

"Detka..."

At the sound of Natasha's voice you looked up to see her remorseful smile, and you were quick to drop her gaze in fear of breaking down again. Wanda gently removed Elena from your nipple, using her magic to tend to the soup she then began to burp the infant while Natasha kneeled before you.

"I'm sorry..." You meekly choked out, but Natasha squeezed your hands to cut you off.

"No, I'm sorry, you only left because you'd hadn't had another choice, I was just so worried you were gone for good... We never want to lose you angel, but it seems we already are... What happened?"

"I-I.."

"Calm down angel, do you want Wands to look instead? Would that be easier for you?"

A relieved expression following her words was enough to tell the witch that's what you'd wanted, so she focuses in and shows herself and Natasha your days events. Anger instantly bubbling within the women at the mere sight of the aged hag, and the sound of her grating laugh. Then when your brother came forth with the truth they were beyond livid.

They'd always wanted to teach your mom, and quite frankly your dad, a lesson but you told them it's better to just let it all go as you did. In some twist of events she has used your disappearance for her own benefit, seeing the way your mom never actually suffered for all the pain she'd caused you. Well, now they were absolutely certain they would be getting her back for you.

"My love's, it's okay, it definitely hurt to find out, but I'm so happy with you guys. I've learned that family is what you make of it, the four of you plus Yel are my entire world, and I just want to forget the rest of it all and live a full life with all of you."

"Oh detka, that's so sweet, but no. It's already a done deal, she will suffer for all the pain she's caused you, and continues to. We'll handle this, then as you wish, we'll be on our way to the Netherlands to live out our perfect life together in the home we've put together in our absence." Wanda humorlessly chuckles at your overly forgiving nature before placing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah, she has no right to get away with what she's done to you, because you're a perfect angel who only ever deserved to be cherished." Natasha adds, placing a gentle kiss to both of your wet cheeks, her arms are quick to wrap around your trembling body, and you just melt into her hold.

—

Once Wanda and Natasha had settled all of you down for the night, having broken the young boys fever hours ago and snuggled you until your breaths evened out, they settled down to brainstorm how to handle your mother.

"We could kill her." Natasha deadpans immediately.

"Too easy.."

"Not if we torture her?" She inquires, but is shot down once again.

"Still too easy, she doesn't deserve the mercy of death, she deserves to suffer."

"Then what?" Natasha sighs out in defeat.

"Easy, we fabricate communication between her and Y/N then report her to the insurance agency. Let it seem like she's known all along that Y/N was alive and well so that she goes down for fraud."

"Isn't that risky? Letting the world know she's alive?"

"Not necessarily, we'll have a whole story in the works, no one will know she's with us, but it will be known she's happily moved on from this ugly city, and now resides across the world. Her mom will lose everything, and we'll watch her world crumbling from afar."

"What about her brother? She clearly still cares for him."

"I'll surmount a false following for him on that Twitch server of his, so he'll be well off enough for awhile. After that it's up to him to be an adult Natasha."

"So it's a plan!"

"A well crafted one if I do say so myself." The witch teases through a yawn as she saunters off up the stairs to take her rightful place beside you in bed.

"Indeed it is." Natasha agrees as she shuts the lights off and follows her partners lead.

—

The following morning you wake up to a sudden weight pressing down on your abdomen, so your eyes flutter open to investigate, finding your son's smirking face that he's perfected to match that of his Russian mothers.

"Mommy said it's time for the sleepyhead to wake up, then Mom said you're a grump when woken up, so it was my job to wake you."

"So jumping on me was your greatest idea?" You groggily question the boy, unable to stop from smiling as he giggles mischievously.

"Yup!"

"Glad to see you're feeling better then."

"So much better! Thank you Mama." He sincerely retorts, then scoots up to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and wrap his tiny arms around you.

"Of course little one, I'd do anything for you." You coo, then hold him tightly to you, placing a kiss to his forehead then promptly stand up with him in your arms.

His legs wrapped around you having apparently decided to continue to cuddle you as you made your way down the stairs. Wanda was packing all the necessary belongings into suitcases with her powers while Natasha was playing a game of peek a boo with the cackling infant.

"See! What did mom say? If I had tried, I'd probably have a black eye." Natasha jests, receiving a roll of the eyes from you, silently being met with a 'See what happens later' glare in response and you'd done your best to look unaffected.

"Mom's a silly one, because I'd never do such a thing."

Wanda's quick to interject that it's nearing time to go, hoping to avoid an all day feud between the both of you, and for now it seems to work as you move to eat some breakfast and Nat returns to entertaining your daughter.

Looking down you see that Pietro had nodded off in your warm embrace, so you resolve to enjoying the soon to be fleeting cuddles, and quietly observe the beautiful women before you with a content heart. Nothing could have ever prepared you for a life like this, but you were forever grateful to the world for showing you this kindness.

—

Wanda was putting the last of your special toys into the designated drawer before meeting you out on the porch. You were sat on the swing, legs tucked under you with a book in hand, but your focus was on the redhead chasing the little boy around with the infant strapped to her chest. Wanda smiled at the amount of love she saw in your eyes for her wife, feeling content to know you were no longer feeling the effects of seeing your mom in the store.

"Angel."

Wordlessly you looked up to your partner, smile never wavering as you pat the spot next to you, and the witch is quick to oblige.

"I'm sorry you were forced into going to the store earlier..."

"It's okay."

"Angel, no it's not, we shouldn't have left you so unprepared, but I'm so proud of you for handling the crisis so well."

Your wide smile warmed her heart, then when you placed your book down in favor of scooting into her lap she was over the moon.

"Not trying to bring up the bad feelings honey, but I just want you to know your mother and father were handled, and for your peace of mind your brother wasn't affected at all."

"Father?"

"Yes, after some minor digging I found he also partook in collecting from the insurance policy, apparently he blackmailed your mom in some way so he could support those gremlins."

"Oh..."

It shouldn't hurt, but somehow your father partaking cracked the floodgates wide open. Tears streaming without pause, the witch was quick to pull your head into her chest, rocking your sobbing form in an attempt to soothe you.

"Baby love, don't cry... Look at this life we've made for ourselves, it's—."

"Perfect!" You cut her off, and normally this would be to a fault, but your concurring thoughts make the witch giddy

"Exactly, it's a perfect life."

Natasha looks up to the porch after Pietro collapsed dramatically in the yard, calling for a “time out.” Her heart aches at the sight of you, but it also twinges with delight at the remembrance of what her and Wanda had actually done.

In an attempt to kill two birds with one stone they created quite the illusion, ending in your parents being placed behind bars for murder with the intent to collect. Keeping your status as alive and well a secret, bringing your parents the karma they deserved, and allowing Natasha to get her way in the end.

Eva and Richard Y/L/N are now being convicted of premeditated murder, with Wanda’s influence it was a tightly closed case, and Natasha’s whispers led to the endgame punishment of the death penalty. A slow burn process, with ample appealing available leaving them to suffer in the knowledge of their supposed “innocence”, but in the end they’ll meet their makers.

As for your brother, he was made to believe seeing you was a miniature psychotic break; allowing him to dream you, and your fantasy made children up to deal with the loss of you. As soon as the parents were arrested, and his house was being foreclosed, Wanda gave him the exposure necessary to succeed on Twitch for your sake, because truthfully she didn’t feel he deserved anything here.

Wanda winks at her wife acknowledging her loaded stare, having completely understood her pleased expression coupled with sad eyes. Looking down she instantaneously smiles, taking notice of and cradling your sleeping form close. Lightly she waves to those in the field before carrying you indoors so that she can get started on lunch for the entire family.

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A month after arriving in the new country and the likes of you were honestly thriving. Date nights where the women wined and dined you were a constant now that you weren’t a missing person and Yelena lived only five minutes away. Natasha the same one who had been so quick to shut the idea down, now thoroughly enjoys having her sister around, and the alone time it had afforded your relationship.

Even with all the craving of alone time, the three of you had discussed the potential for expanding your family, and it was decided that this time Wanda would be the one to carry the babies. So, after one specific crazy night out on the town the three of you’d returned to engage in a highly anticipated ménage à trois, and now you’re sat on the couch, watching amusedly as your lover waddles around with the obvious after affects of said night.

“Wanda, honey, come sit down… I can dust the TV stand.”

“No! It’s fine! You’re nursing Elena, and she’s clearly about to fall asleep, and we both know Natasha is completely useless when it comes to cleaning.”

“Hey!” Natasha shouts from upstairs, but the both of you chose to ignore her, because the truth hurts and she can learn to deal with it…

“My love, why not use your powers then?”

“I’m pregnant, not incapable…”

She says with a fierce expression, but then a moment later her head drops along with her duster, and her lip trembles before she goes on.

“…plus, my powers are kinda broken right now, so it’s safer this way…”

“Oh honey, come get some baby snuggles in, and I’ll finish up the dusting. Elena is in the perfect in between stage for a swap.”

Wanda’s too tired to fight you, deep down she knows being off her feet is best as she’s nearing the end here, carrying two babies is no joke. She settles down beside you in a defeated plop, placing a sweet kiss to her forehead you then transferred the exhausted infant into her arms.

When you went to move away though she pouts, looking up at you with pleading eyes, you gently kiss her lips, allowing her the moment of intimacy she craves so desperately as the intense hormones course through her. Before you are walking away entirely you lift her legs upon to an ottoman, smiling to yourself as she releases an exaggerated, yet obviously grateful sigh.

Within thirty minutes time you’d cleaned the entirety of the living room, choosing to forgo the vacuuming though since Wanda fell asleep which—as of late, is a rarity. Elena was sat atop her baby bump, with her face smushed against her mommy’s shoulder, and her tiny arms flat against her side. Wanda’s head had was fallen against the couch, her hands were protectively placed, one residing on her back, and the other atop her bump just below the baby’s butt. Elena’s tiny body moved with every rise and fall of Wanda’s chest, and it was truly a sight.

“Cute…” You whisper, taking a couple of photos before placing a blanket over them and leaving to clean the kitchen up while they napped.

—

Natasha was currently showering while you tirelessly worked to help your pregnant lover find comfort in the bed.

“Goodnight Angel.” Wanda sleepily murmurs after finally settling on her side, cuddled up to her pregnancy pillow.

“Goodnight Mommy…”

Natasha crawls into the bed behind you, snuggling so close it’s as if she was on top of you, and you gasp as her damp hair soaks through your shirt.

“What’s wrong angel?” She teases, tightening her grip on your squirming body until you give up, rolling onto your back to glare up at her.

“What’s wrong is you are somehow still not house trained after all these years.” You spit, no actual malice present in your tone, but the assassin still stares at you dangerously.

“What am I going to do with you angel?”

“I have no clue what you mean.”

“Talking about training, meanwhile you’ve seemingly forgotten all of yours…”

“Teach me then…”

“Absolutely not, do not go shaking this bed, I just got comfortable…” Wanda suddenly says, cutting off the playful banter before it could become heated.

“Buzzkill…” Natasha grumbles against your skin, causing you to giggle while you hold her down, reveling in the teasing kisses she places all over your collarbones.

“I mean it.” The witch warns, leading to you returning to your side, scooting closer to her.

Wanda happily hums at your returned body, grabbing your left arm she places it over her bump, and links her fingers with yours as Natasha sandwiches you in.

“Thanks for seeing me…”

Natasha answers your loaded whisper with a kiss to the nape of your neck, throwing a leg over your own set, and within a moments time both of your lover’s breaths even out. Sleep had all but consumed you when the door creaking open stirred you back into consciousness.

“Mama?”

Through sleep laced eyes you meet the sight of your four year old, blanket over his shoulder, and cradling the almost toddler in his hands.

“Can we sleep with you?”

“Of course honey, hand me Ele, and then climb in behind mom.”

Placing Ele down in her cosleeping bed attachment you place a firm kiss to her temple then place a paci in her mouth to settle her. Natasha scoots closer to you, having felt the tiny body moving into bed behind her.

“Goodnight mama..”

“Nighty night baby boy.”

Falling asleep comes easy, it always does whenever you are surrounded by the family you’ve been blessed to create with the women you’ve grown to love. It seems to remind you that all the pain was just a necessary obstacle to get you to where you are now…

…Happily sandwiched in between your captors lovers.

Not all that are lost remain unfound; sometimes an unorthodox meeting can even lead to the most enriching of life's.

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lesbianloml · 6 months

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my babysitter au

the first kiss

types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit

summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.

a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!

you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.

*hours later*

you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.

you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.

"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.

you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.

"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.

wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.

"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.

wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.

how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.

after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.

wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.

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