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kitmoas · 7 months

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when the veneer crumbles

the sounds of water are always relaxing

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: **18+ MINORS DNI**, SMUT, dark and demonic themes, death, possession, drowning, magic use, Mommy kink

as per usual if there is anything I missed let me know

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this one was late, had a lot of car and financial shit I needed to figure out but I finally got it finished. This was one that i always knew how i wanted it to end, even from last year when i first planned it for the Occult series, but for some reason it was REALLY hard to put my idea into words. Hopefully it's not HORRIBLE, i'm a bit rusty after taking more then a few months off. The rest of them will be better I promise lol

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The crickets in the distance are a welcome change to the busy streets of the city, cars honking

nonstop during your work day. The world you live in is hectic and out of control but the farther you walk into the almost clear empty darkness the more you can feel the control you naively gain. Stepping into the barely touched woods behind the mostly abandoned house was something that you had missed, a childhood memory that had died suddenly.

Allowing your mind to wander to the summers that you would spend here out on the lake, jumping off the dock, and laughing with your cousins was the welcome peace you needed as you settled along the rickety wood. Even if those fun times were cut short at your aunt’s sudden death, you knew that being here gave you just a moment of your innocence back.

Stepping onto the rickety wood carefully, you cringe internally as your arm tightens momentarily around the rolled up soft blanket. You should have known better to bring a water proof material but it was too late for that. Knees cracking slightly as you lean down, the smooth fabric flaps in the wind and you sigh softly in relief as you are able to fully settle on the dock. Deciding to stretch out was a bit of a mistake, in your time away you forgot just how soothing the sound of water lapping at the damp wood was.

Goosebumps spread across your skin as you slowly came to consciousness, brittle wind chilling you to the bone as you rub the sleep out of your eye. The fog is dense, and confusing as it was supposed to be a clear night. Slowly sitting up, your bones crack as you stretch as much as possible without rocking the dock too much. The unstable wood is loud even with the bare minimum movement causing you to flinch as it echoes across the empty field.

Squinting through the haze, you try to figure out if you can gauge just how late it is by the placement of the moon. The only thing you can see is a weird tunnel out in the middle of the lake, almost like a tornado of gray. Immediate fear isn’t your first thought, though you begin to question just how awake you are.

Condensation makes the wood wet, slipping as you try to stand up but it's the glowing red orbs in the distance that makes you freeze in your half crouched position. They are captivating even from afar. The air around you is thick, filled with the now red tinted fog that almost looks like it's bleeding. Heavy and molasses-like as it lays on your skin, eyes flickering around you try to make sense of your surroundings.

When she gets close enough to see smaller details, your brain slows almost to a complete stop. She’s entirely too breathtakingly beautiful and tragically horrific at the same time. No color to her skin, it’s almost as though she comes directly from one of the old black and white television shows your mother liked to watch. The woman is wearing tight clothing, torn and ripped sporadically. Her eyes almost seem so gray that they are an ethereal foggy green, only flashing ruby when the shrap thin lines all over her body pulsate crimson. Her hair is long and dripping with an inky hue, tangled and disheveled. Fingertips dipped in a steaming tar, dancing near her side as she stalks towards you.

It’s when you can almost reach out and touch the figure that you finally scramble backwards, putting distance between the two of you as the flight side of your instincts kick in. You barely make it more than five steps when you’re being dragged upwards with some sort of red translucent mist. It wraps around your wrists, dragging your arms above your head as you flop about uselessly. Screams are getting caught in your throat as you have to just hang there, watching this being get closer to you.

When the lady is directly below you, the hair on the back of your neck stands up straight and your muscles twitch from how tense they are. You want to panic, to yell, but something stops you. Tilting her head, she has to look up at you from where her magic holds you against the rough bark. Her hand comes out to touch you, but the soft feeling comes as a surprise to you. She cups your cheek, a low red spreading in her eyes as you shake under her touch.

She smiles at you, a soft almost nurturing thing. “You’re just as pretty as I thought you would be, little lamb.” Her voice is chilling, breathy with a raspy tone to it. The older woman’s free hand caresses your stomach, an unwanted warmth sinking into your gut.

Her nails are jagged, cracked and repulsive, as she takes her time to explore your body. It’s sudden, the vigor in which she gropes your body. Clumsy and completely all over the place, you aren’t entirely sure what she thinks she’s doing. Struggling against your restraints, the chill covers your body like ice freezing over a lake.

It isn’t until your body takes over, fear and anger sinking into your bones, that the creature seemingly gains control of her actions and her hand becomes confident and firm. Nails pointedly scratching at your skin as fingers map out your skin, almost stabbing at each goosebump she finds. Your eyes are glued to your face as your mind struggles to catch up to what you had done, flinching as her other hand reaches up. It doesn’t strike you as you thought it would, instead she brushes the back of her knuckles against her own face, trepidation stopping your blood from rushing through your body as you finally realize that you spit at her.

That wasn’t what you wanted to do, you knew that you needed to act smart if you were going to survive this but for some reason all your ability to think logically went out the window. You wanted her more than anything in the world right now, and you knew that you needed to try and do anything to keep her exactly where she was.

“Do you not have control over your stupid little body, mortal?” Her voice is low, almost filled with gravel as she mumbles. Rust filled eyes not even paying you a second of attention but instead staring at the glistening saliva that drips from her fingers.

Your head is shaking vigorously, denying inability in hopes that she doesn’t see you as foolish. The desire to be praised by her came as a surprise, but you weren’t fighting it and it seems to have worked. A smile slowly stretches across the surreal creature’s face as she blinks slowly. “It’s so funny to see such a useless being believe they are worth anything more than what I deem them to be. You think by answering my question in whatever way you think I want will make the outcome of your situation better?”

She speaks softly, almost nurturing as she rubs her soaked fingers along your neck, smearing your own spit against you. You crane your neck as much as you can against the crimson smog wrapped there, trying to hear her voice as clearly as possible.

“I take what I want and no smart mouthed, stupid brained little human is going to stop that. I like to have fun, and the peak is watching you bleed out for me.” The words are harsh but you can’t help but moan as your body is thrown upwards, red tendrils tightening and dragging you to hang limply from the tree branch. It’s devoid of leaves, and creaks under your weight, but it somehow makes you feel like you have a safety net. You had climbed this tree many times in the past, and even had various hanging sets from this very limb.

Swinging freely, you try to move your body as much as possible as the urge to escape your confines sinks in. Entirely too focused, you don’t realize that her hands are moving along your ice cold skin. Groping softly, her movements are controlled and precise to make sure that you barely register it in your brain. It’s when her hands force your legs apart, maroon vapor ropes slithering around your thighs to hold them open, that you finally realize just how hard you are breathing. Your body felt slightly warm, at least in your core, and you could feel your blood rushing downwards. It was almost like your entire being was electrified and you were entirely too conscious of every single thing you felt.

She doesn’t take her time, her eyes narrow as she focuses on mapping out your skin. The bright ruby lines she leaves in her wake only entertain her for so long before she finally moves in between your shaking thighs. The older woman’s finger swipes through your folds, collecting the small amount of wetness she finds there. Gasping as she spreads it across your clit, a throbbing ache despite the way your body revolts. Her jaw mockingly drops when for the first time her eyes light up with amusement, giggling when your hips chase her hand. “Oh poor baby, I can’t fuck you if you’re not wet enough. It’ll hurt your small fragile little body too much and Mommy doesn’t want to hurt you.”

Your head is shaking violently, nonsensical protests tumbling from your lips. It didn’t matter to you, regardless if it was because you wanted her or wanted the situation to be over with, you just needed her to touch you. Even though your wetness wasn’t enough for her, you did feel aroused. Maybe it was your mind tricking you into believing this was what you wanted or maybe it was the glittering crimson behind your irises, but that wasn’t a piece of information that you needed to know.

She tuts, chastising you. “Now don’t lie to me. I know what you want even if your mind fights it, and your body hasn’t caught up, I know.” You watch as she takes a step back, letting her eyes drink in your form. Letting the back of her knuckles run down your torso, you watch as she slowly kneels on the damp dirt. Her hands are grazing over your thighs, pushing them farther open as she leans in. The grip she has on you, though gentle, is strong and you can’t kick her when you feel her mouth along your skin.

The smoothness of her strangely sharp teeth is hot against your cooled body, but it’s the sharp pierce and spilling of your blood that leaves a weirdly chilled warmth leaking down your leg. Eyes widening you try to look past the head of dark locks to see what just happened, but it didn’t take long for your brain to catch up and the stabbing pain on your inner thigh.

She looks up at you, sparkling light jade eyes catching the moon light, with a toothy smile and a small dribble of crimson running down her chin. “You’re a fucking vampire?” You couldn’t help the shocked yelp, body shaking with fear.

The being doesn’t even answer you, giggling as rolls her eyes up at you. She seems so innocent in those moments but nothing gets rid of the terror emanating within your soul. Looking back at your bleeding thigh, she swipes her fingers through the thick liquid to coat them. Her nails catch on the open wound, sending another wave of searing pain through your body but she pays no attention to you.

It almost feels like time stops as you hang there, waiting, but the moment the brunette swipes her crimson dipped thumb across your clit something in your body cracks. It’s small but you can feel the change and in your mind you start screaming at yourself. You know being vocal won’t stop this crazy woman, but you wanted to deter her by being completely unaffected. It was the last thing you had on her, to make her believe that what she was doing was just pure torture and you found absolutely no pleasure in it, but you knew that that power over her was no longer available to you.

Never one for vanilla sex, not even in theory, you shouldn’t be that surprised that being taken by force from a demonic crazy being would be right up your alley. No one could ever keep up with you, your fantasies were just a bit too intense or a bit too dangerous, and for once everything you ever wanted was being fulfilled. This gorgeous being was forcing her fingers farther into you, your blood dripping randomly down different parts of your body.

Despite your want for intensely kinky sex, you knew that it should be completely consensual right? It should let you know that, and you could feel your anger rising in your body as the heat zoomed between your thighs. This couldn’t be consensual, not with how it started, but if it wasn’t then why did the idea of her actually stopping tear you up on the inside? You couldn’t fathom the idea of her ice cold thumb pulling away from your throbbing clit for too long, for her touch on your body to not cause goosebumps.

She doesn’t wait much longer, no need to attempt to please you now that she has the wetness she wants, shoving two fingers into you with almost no remorse. A shrill scream gets stuck in your throat as you choke on the force of air rushing up, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. A sign of weakness that this twisted soul revels in as she thrusts her fingers in, letting her free hand drag up crimson periodically.

The pain was immense and you were certain that she had to be using something besides her fingers, there was no way that the small hands in between your thighs were causing this much agony. You wanted to shove against her, but the moment her teeth sink into your breast you know you’re gone. Hips jumping, trying to get her to move more as the pleasure starts to settle in your tummy, uselessly against her body. It felt so bad that the good started to come from a delirious state, and you just needed her to move. The tips of her fingers just rubbing slightly against the soft spot inside of you, the texture of her wrinkled skin felt wrong but you were starting to become obsessed.

“Isn’t it comical? A desperate slut like you thought you had everything together, thought I was going to ruin your life by taking what was destined to be mine?” Through the heavy fog that had begun to settle in your head you tried your best to look down at her, shock painted across your face. How did she know what you were thinking? She doesn’t give you any answer, instead her thrusting gets more aggressive as the wetness between your thighs grows, and it mixes with the blood still heavily leaking from the bite marks.

You want to moan, whimper, maybe even plead but you were no longer sure what you wanted. Logically you needed this to stop if you were to ever be okay again, but at the same time all you wanted to do was feel her mouth on your clit. You wanted her to fuck you until you were incoherent, a drooling mess. Hatred towards yourself and her fueled your motions as you tried to work to take more of her hand, stretching around her third finger as she shoves it ungracefully into you.

Her mouth is at your knee now, glowing eyes looking up at you as she smirks. “Taking me so well for someone so against getting used.” Her arm is moving roughly, fingers curling inside you as she ghosts her teeth along your thigh. “So clean, so dry. Why don’t you make a mess for Mommy? I like my cunts all wet and messy.”

It was then you found your power, despite the arousal burning in your belly and the way you clenched around her fingers whenever she swiped her thumb along your clit. You knew that the more you let your thoughts wonder, even if it had to be forced, that you would be able to pull yourself from the situation. Imagine yourself somewhere else and almost black out during everything, your body would be limp and pliant but not give her what she wants. The movie you would go see in a week with your best friends, or the long list of groceries that you knew you needed to get when you went back into the city. Thoughts swarmed your head as you tried your hardest to ignore the way her fingers poked and prodded, the way her thumb caressed your swollen clit just perfectly.

Screwing your eyes shut, you make your best attempt at seeming unaffected but you don’t realize that you aren’t winning. If anything you just make it more fun for the being below you, giving her the opportunity to make you as wet as she wants.

Being so focused on the thoughts traveling through your brain was good until you don’t feel the tugging on your wrists, persistent and firm. It’s only when you’re tumbling helplessly through the air that you realize you are no longer hanging from the tree, but instead falling face first into the freezing lake. It’s a shock, breaking the surface of the water. It knocks the breath out of your lungs and forces your throat to close, you can practically feel all your muscles seize as well. You make the mistake of opening your mouth to scream, causing a rush of dirty water to fill your lungs, and it’s only when her hand claws at the back of your head that you feel even an ounce of relief.

She’s tearing your body out of the water, pieces of the thin ice fly around you and you can’t believe that you relax as your body collides with her. “Don’t think that you can try to outplay Mommy like that you little slut. I know what you want, you are my destiny. You were made to take me, so be a good girl and let me do what I was made to do.” Her voice is sweet, almost soft, as she speaks through her teeth directly into your ear. It shouldn’t calm your racing heart, neither should the almost warm comforting touch of her red mist along your thighs.

You want to let yourself fall, the intense arousal is boiling in your tummy and you can feel the coil tightening with each brush of her hand along your body. It would be much easier to allow yourself to become immersed in the pleasure coursing through your body, but it wasn’t until she allowed that crimson fog to slip inside you. Despite the fact that whatever she was pushing into you was magical, you were still too tight for her liking. There was a part of you deep down that still didn’t want this and it was causing your body to react subconsciously.

‘If the slut doesn’t want to get wet, then I’ll keep you wet myself.” Her hands scratch up your side, a nail digging into your nipple on the way up and it makes your hip buck. You feel yourself melting back into her and a moan softly slips from your parted lips. The urge to pretend that it’s from the cold is strong, but you can’t even pretend at this point like the feeling of her hands on you isn’t turning you on.

Her hands are running along your torso, teasing your nipples and scratching up your stomach. It almost feels normal, just another hookup and it makes you forget. Losing yourself in the way that the ruby swells inside you, rubbing against the soft spot it finds and caressing your clit softly.

The wetness between your thighs is gathering the longer she plays with you, wine stained mist thrusting lazily into you. It almost plays with you, knowing that it ruts to hard or fast that it will bring you closer to the edge, but it keeps you writhing for more with each movement. You want to beg for more, ask her to touch you with her own hands as you have begun to crave her ice touch, though there is something that is stopping you from doing that. It isn’t necessarily pride, something you lost the moment you began to get turned on by this aggressive form of twisted affection.

It’s when her nails scratch at the back of your neck that you realize the fog that’s dragging you slowly, almost mockingly leisurely, towards the edge is growing. Almost like a ball, it feels like she’s pushing her magic abilities to stretch you to the point right before danger. You’re confused, as your wetness starts dripping down your thighs and your breath starts picking up, how much more wet could you get?

Instant regret floods your system almost as fast as the ice cold water that rushes down your throat as she shoves your face directly into the lake. It’s not a quick dunk to shock you this time, her claw-like hand squishing your face into the almost mud like dirt at the bottom. She doesn’t stop forcing more and more into you, her magical fog swelling larger and it presses against where your torso is now pressed against the ground. Even as you struggle against her, your internal will to try and live kicking in, you can’t help the build up in your stomach. The coil tightens as her magic moves within you, moving inside you as her nails dig into her back.

Sharp stinging pains are a contrast, an added sensation, to your panic as you begin to think maybe she is just going to keep you submerged. There’s no way she would, right? She wants to use you, there would be no reason that she would want to truly harm you.

A deep belly chuckle is muffled through the water, barely a vibration as your arm and head flail as much as possible. You wanted out but you can’t help but moan instead of scream, the pleasure of her nails into your shoulder blades and her thigh grinding between your thighs into the swell of mist there beginning to get too overwhelming. It was no longer a fight to survive but a fight to enjoy the last moments of life. Somewhere in your mind you knew that you wouldn’t actually make it out of this alive, but for some reason you’ve decided to ignore that.

“Such a stupid whore, letting just anyone touch your cunt.” She fists your soaked hair in your hand, and just for a fleeting moment the pain mixed with arousal takes over your fogged mind. “You don’t even know Mommy and yet here you are, taking my gorgeous gift like the good little fuck toy you are.” Her free hand abandons your back in lue of groping your ass, pushing down against it to get you to stop moving. Her thigh is pushing against your throbbing clit now, soaked in your wetness despite water lapping up as you splash about.

You can feel your vision start to darken, the edges of the burning sensation as you try to keep your eyes open have blurred and blackened. Unsure if you are even panicking anymore, your body starts to relax and the only thing you can focus on is the fuzzy warm arousal filling each nerve in your body. The water floating around you becomes tranquil as each muscle in your body softens and you move with each thrust into you.

A wide sinister smile stretches unnaturally along the being’s face, pulling her almost gray lips as far as they can as she stares down at your almost lifeless body. She can see the signs and for her it motivates her even more, forcing more and more of her magic into you. You were everything she could have ever wanted and she refused to let you stay in the living world, if she was destined to be stuck to this lake forever then so would you.

Slowly you could feel all the tension in your body start to clump together in your stomach, draining from the rest of you and tightening around the scarlet orb inside you. You craved that last bit of pleasure, that last rush in your veins to end this for good.

When it becomes almost impossible to move and you are no longer shaking from panic or exertion, but instead trembling from hanging onto the edge, she knows it’s time. Sneering down at your limp form, she uses her grip in your hair to turn your head. Slapping at your cheek until she can just barely see your fuzzy bloodshot eyes, an almost soft nurturing smile paints along her face once she sees your drunk like state. “There’s my girl. So fucked out.” Her sphere cloud inside you starts to vibrate, her cold dark eyes once more glowing a dim ruby.

Gripping at your jaw, her claw practically breaks your neck as she forces you to keep eye contact with her. Even as your eyes slip closed, struggling to stay open as you start to dangle over the edge, you can’t help but feel drawn in to listen. “Say my name, little toy, say it and stay with me forever.” Her voice is raspy, bordering soft but she’s taunting you. “You know it, you know you do, so say it. Say it now.” Her actions become frantic, her thigh grinding more aggressively into you. She’s trying to force you into a more pathetic state, even at the edge of death she wants you to be begging for her.

As much as you can you try to deny knowing, because how could you? You had never seen this person, if that’s what she is even considered, before this horrific situation. The attempt at trying to keep water from going down your throat had stopped, your lungs should have filled completely with liquid by now so some other power must have been keeping you alive.

Though you couldn’t see it, the being was getting annoyed. Her eyes rolled as she realized that you were thinking again, a brain dead creature who could still think. “Say my name and you can cum for Mommy, like the pretty little whore you are.” She spits at you through her teeth, pointed and your blood drying on the dull shine. With her words she sees a change in your stature, even held under the force of her hand, eagerness. Humming slowly she allows her maroon mist to sink into each part of your body.

Your brain was almost empty, nothing but serene thoughts going through it as you felt yourself slip into the darkness. You thought that there would be a light at the end of the time but instead you start seeing a faint rosy hue. The being above you is yelling at you and the need to give in is strong, you want to end everything on a high. You need that high.

Her name slips into the water almost silently, your eyes slipping closed as you fall into unconsciousness, but it’s there. She hears it, muffled, “Wanda.” Usually one of her biggest fears, not one to want to go back to the damned dark world but with you she could thrive. A black magic demon who accomplished its goal? She would rule the world with a scarlet leash around your neck. A small smirk as her magic starts to die, a sure sign she’s going back to being contained. Until the end of time you will be her needy little toy, just as you were as you took your last breath.

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kitmoas · 2 years

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and there we offer dove to flame

Summary: Family, no matter how you get them, is the only thing you have at the end of the day

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: about 4.3k

Warnings: Stepmom!Wanda, Dark fic (allusions to murder, witch/dark magic, dark deity), Cult vibes, dub con/dub non con, blood mention (vague blood consumption), strap on use (r receiving), breeding kink, stomach bulge, mommy/daddy kink, bit of degrading and overall just smut

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: Hi! So for all cult vibe stuff, I'm going to leave the translations at the bottom of the fic! numbered just like footnotes :)

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you lean against the counter, the rambunctious laughter from the living room echoes throughout the normally quiet house. Ever since your father remarried, his new wife would always bring home friends after her nights out partying. Their relationship was confusing to say the least; the woman was an extrovert who never liked being home while your dad was anything but a homebody who barely even spoke to the rest of the family. You couldn’t tell if the two were actually in love or if this was all just your father trying to get over your mom’s death but either way you found the entire situation exhausting.

You couldn’t lie that Wanda was one of the most fun people you ever got to be around, and it sometimes made you feel like instead of a stepmom you just got a new friend. She was much younger than your father, but still at least ten years older than you. The two of you spent most of your time together watching movies and baking in the kitchen. A nice enough lady, but definitely not the type you ever saw your father marrying.

Maybe you just had a deep resentment towards him moving on or exhaustion settling in from how busy the house was now but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something seemed off about your step mother. It was something you kept to yourself, refusing to act like an angry teenager while you were a senior in college, but you weren’t ever going to let yourself feel completely at ease around Wanda until you were satisfied. Instead you let yourself enjoy your time both with your father and his wife, along with whatever new people came into the house, coming to terms that one day you would learn to be as happy as he was.

Starting the walk towards your room, you catch a glimpse of Wanda and her best friend–Natasha. Leaning against a pillar, you stop to watch the two giggle like school girls on the couch as they sip wine. The ginger was intriguing, something about her always drew you near. She was over at the house a lot, even when your step mother wasn’t home. It allowed the two of you to become friends, talking about different things and later finding out that you both enjoy dance and sports. It was a bit strange to see someone her age want to hang out with a person barely in their twenties, but you wouldn’t complain.

For a moment you almost turn around and go to hang out with the two, attempting to ignore your gut feeling that something is off with them because you just want to be friends with them. The exhaustion makes your muscles sore and your brain slow so you instead just drag yourself up the stairs. It feels like it takes forever to get ready for bed, even with you skipping half of your normal routine. You pass your father’s room, door cracked as always and you peek in. He’s sound asleep, but the loud muffled conversation makes the empty side of the bed even more obvious.

Your soft cotton sheets are a welcome coolness as you finally settle into bed, your phone dim as you languidly scroll through tiktok. Eyes fluttering shut you’re glad as your phone slips from your grip that you had already plugged it in for the night. Wiggling deeper into your cocoon of blankets, you can feel sleep dragging you under.

Consciousness hits you before you are able to open your eyes, but the feeling of arousal lays deep in your bones. Shivers from the air circulating the room fights against the way your body overheats, radiating from the warmth boiling in your lower belly. Squirming about trying to get comfortable, your legs hit something weirdly squishy.

Freezing you slowly retract your foot, trying to prepare yourself to face whatever monster is in your bed. The sight of Natasha, sitting cross legged with her eyes closed and murmuring to herself, wasn’t what you were expecting but it did make you panic. Stammering you try to speak, your throat dry, as you stare wide eyed at the ginger. “U-uh um…N-Natasha did y’need somehin?”

You watch as the older woman barely reacts to your question, only slightly moving her head as she continues her muted chanting. Unsure what to do, you try slowly moving your body around, a feeble attempt to put some space in between the two of you when her hand shoots out to grip your leg tightly. “I wouldn’t move and ruin everything if I were you, голубь.” Her normally bright emerald eyes look almost black, even with the moonlight illuminating her face.

Her nails are digging into your thigh, almost like a bird’s talon gripping its prey. Barely looking at you, you watch as a crazed smile spreads slowly across her face. The shine of her teeth as her tongue flicks across them is distracting, but you can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips. It’s almost inaudible, and incredibly pitiful, but it’s enough to get her attention. Head snapping up, tilting as her eyes widen and focus on you.

She stares at you, silence wrapping around the two of you like a warm blanket. Her mouth relaxes, softening into a playful grin, as she reaches for your face. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl, I promise I’m not here to hurt you. You’re so precious, and just so perfect. I could never harm you.” You know you’re shaking, involuntarily and it’s making you mad to show such a weakness, but it’s almost like she doesn’t care.

Natasha’s body is looming over you, pushing you farther back into the mattress, soft and your usual place of comfort suddenly stripped of consolation. You can’t quite tell if fear is what you feel or if it’s something else you can’t place, but you know that your breath is caught in your throat as you stare helplessly up at her. Her free hand is trailing along your body, fingernails lightly scratching as she maps out each spot on your skin. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find the words to even try to get her to stop but for some reason you can’t speak.

Pushing your shirt up, the ginger lets her cold hand cup your bare breasts as she internally chuckles as your torso breaks out in goosebumps. She watches through her lashes as you shake your head, a silent plea for her to stop. The hand is gentle, groping you as if handling a fragile sculpture. Natasha’s forehead leans against your collarbone, lips grazing against your skin as she mumbles. "Слава Чернобогу - славному деятелю, на которого мы возлагаем величайший трибун и страх. Хвала тому, кто дарует нам кровь, в которой обретается наша свобода. В честь тебя мы приносим самое чистое искупление". (1)

You aren’t sure what she is saying, but it sounds scary and she’s making small noises each time she takes a breath. It’s jarring, making your skin crawl each time. Shrill and quick, the shriek is accompanied with random grunting and your brain cannot make sense of any of it. Panic begins to take over your body, flight winning over fight, you thrash as you try to escape the cage of limbs and weight of her body. It’s entirely too easy for her to overpower you, manipulating your body until you're laid out beneath her. Limbs flopped out to the side as she runs her fingers along your messy locks, smoothing them out as she settles comfortably with her knee between your thighs. “You were doing so good, don’t make me angry.” Her voice is soothing, but the threat still lingers in the air.

The hand she tangles in your hair almost feels loving, caressing the back of your head she keeps you where she wants you. Her knee grinding against your covered center as she holds your head, cooing at you as the tears build up in your eyes. You’re begging her to stop but it’s almost like she doesn’t hear a single word you are saying. Wanda’s name is tumbling from your lips before you can stop it, as if you were reverting back to calling for your mother when you had a nightmare, hoping that she would help.

You feel weak and helpless, something about this situation feels different. No matter how your body reacts, the arousal still simmering under your skin from whatever she did to you before you awoke, you felt betrayed and you couldn’t stop this fear of the older woman you had confided in. Throat raw as you sob, pleas for help and your step mother’s name tumbling from your lips almost incoherently, head thrashing about as you try to break free from her grasp. “Please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, just please stop!”

Your begging does nothing to deter the ginger, if anything she just snickers down at you. Pressing her leg more firmly in between your thighs, she can’t stop the taunt that falls from her mouth. “If you want me to stop you better stop grinding your needy cunt on my thigh, like the perfect little slut you are.” Her mouth is slightly open, a mocking smile ghosts along her lips as her tongue traces her own teeth. The forest green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, a mischievous glint as she perks up when a whimper tumbles out of you. “Call for your Mommy again, go ahead. I know she would love to see you like this.”

Wide eyes filled with confusion as you open your mouth to scream her name, but a quiet throat clearing in the doorway gets your attention. Natasha’s hand slips from your hair to squish your cheeks as she moves your head to look over. There stands the brunette, leaning casually against the frame, her dark silhouette stark against the light from the hallway. “Did you need me, detka?” She pushes herself up, gliding gracefully over to you. Climbing onto the bed, she sits near your head.

Her soft hands push her best friend’s off your face as she cups your jaw, cooing and fussing over you as she looks for any sign of distress or pain. You’re pushing away from Natasha, rolling over to crawl towards your step mother and trying to nuzzle your face as close to her as possible. She is tugging you forward now, almost as enthusiastic as you, and safety sinks into your mind the farther you get from the ginger’s preying hands. So focused on finding comfort in her touch, you weren’t really aware how she was manipulating your body but it was her slipping her fingers into your mouth that shocked you.

Wanda is shushing you, the softness of her touch turning harsh and hostile as you begin to struggle against her. The digits in your mouth are thrusting vigorously, gagging you each time you try to bite down or pull away. Chastising you, the brunette scrunches her nose each time she feels your jaw tense. “My little dove, please don’t make this difficult. We don’t want to hurt you, you’re so precious to us.” Sweet and soothing, her voice starts to settle your urge to thrash around. Fingers slipping down to your jaw, hooking along your chin painfully, she holds you in place as she slips a harness over your head. Teeth clinking against the large metal o ring, she’s clipped the gag into place and is inspecting it before you can even fight.

Nails sink into your hips, effortlessly pulling your body up and backwards against what you can only guess is Natasha’s body. She’s guiding you to grind back onto the bulge that the ginger had been hiding this whole time. With your mouth wide open you no longer can muffle the moan, the high pitch sound bringing delighted smiles to both of the older women’s faces. Natasha leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Do you hear how pretty you sound? We haven’t even properly touched you, and you’re already dripping onto the sheets.”

You try to crawl away but Wanda wraps her hand around your throat, a concerned look on her face as she runs her free hand through your hair. “Where are you going princess? I wouldn’t struggle too much, Daddy’s cock will hurt much worse if you fight it.” Your flimsy panties are ripped away from your body, the sound of the fabric tearing fills the room and you can feel the regret of wearing basically nothing to bed.

Smooth silicone rubs through your folds, and the shame fills your body when you subconsciously grind back onto it. Flinching when the ginger spits on you, rubbing the tip of her strap in it as she watches you shiver. “Don’t worry, we don’t want to break you, love. We just want to break you in.”

Not even a second later, giving you no time to prepare, Natasha is shoving herself into you. You expect it to be painful, stretching around the largest thing you’ve ever taken, but after all the teasing your body is more than ready to take whatever you’re given. The older woman growls, a possessive sound, when she watches your cunt stretch and suck her cock in like you were made for her. "Благословите эту голубку, ибо она - та, кого мы сочли достойным поклонения". (2)

The ginger’s thrusts are anything but gentle from the moment she sinks her entire length in you, hips moving at an unforgivable pace. Wanda is smiling widely at you, fingers tracing the leather digging into your cheeks. Smudging the drool that collects there all over your chin and throat, “You look so pretty like this. Your Daddy has barely even started and you’re already so fucked out.” The brunette curls her fingers into your open mouth, nails dragging across wet metal behind your teeth.

Moans and whimpers falling from your lips mostly sound gurgled and mumbled around your step-mother’s fingers, eyes fluttering as you struggle to keep up with the way the ginger is thrusting into you. “P’ease is t’muc too.” Words slurring, voice cracking and breaking as you try to beg for relief.

Wanda just giggles at you, almost sympathetically, as she shakes her head. “I’m sorry little one, I know you’re overwhelmed but we can’t stop.” Her wet hand slaps gently against your cheek. “You’ll thank us after.” You can hear mumbles behind you, each word punctuating the snap of her hips as she drives her length into you. It makes your head bobble and your thighs shake, but you can’t lie anymore as you feel the heat almost boiling over. Nothing has every felt as good as the hands ghosting along your body, and the strap stretching your pussy with a subtle burn.

Drool soaked fingers slip down your body, reaching between your thighs. She lets the way your body is naturally moving with Natasha’s thrust to graze your clit, throbbing and neglected. She giggles as she watches your hips jump each time she even slightly rubs at it, turning her head to nip at your ear lobe. "С каждым движением мы предлагаем тебя, чистейшее из существ, величайшему из богов. Прародитель всех, благослови невинность, чтобы принять подношение семьи. " (3)

Your head falls pathetically against Wanda’s shoulder, your body barely able to hold up against the ginger’s rutting. You could feel the wetness coating your thighs as it dripped down, soaking into the sheets your knees are rubbing against. The longer the two older women manipulate your body the harder it is to think, to speak–almost like they drained all abilities. Vision blurry and your skull feels like it's going to explode, babbling out to the others.

Neither care, focused on each other and their goal now. Natasha can tell just by how difficult it is to move inside you that you’re close, your cunt clench each time Wanda’s fingers pinch at your clit. The two look entirely too proud and smug as they realize just how perfect you are, the latter biting into your shoulder to leave a few marks on your otherwise untouched unmarked skin.

The way your thighs shake and the overwhelming rush of arousal scares you, panic filling your body. “Mommy i- please. I’m” Your voice is quiet, a muted wail as you try to get their attention. “Daddy I can’t, it’s.. Im gonna–” You weren’t sure what was happening but the older women didn’t care, smiling widely at each other as Wanda pulled away to look you in the eyes. Her normal bright green no more instead blown out, black in color, as her entire body vibrates. She’s panting as she stares at you, and you don’t understand what’s happening.

She cups your cheek, wiping the tears that are forming away. “Let go baby, Mommy is here to catch you. Show Daddy how good she’s been fucking you. Show her how good she is at taking care of all your pretty little needs.”

Natasha tumbles forward, wrapping one arm around your waist as she roughly thumbs at your clit. Rutting into you, hitting your soft spot over and over again. The ginger is grunting into your ear, broken whimpers as she works to drag you over the edge. “Your tight little cunt is so addicting. So puffy and soft, dripping and clenching around me like a needy selfish whore. I don’t think I’m going to be able to ever share you with the rest of the group. Maybe you’ll just be our little pet forever.”

Wanda moans, audibly, at that line. Biting her bottom lip as she leans in, kissing you. It’s sloppy and chaotic, the o ring prevents you from doing anything but letting the brunette take what she wants. “Our little thing to pamper, all you need to do is sit there and let us fill that pretty belly as many times as we want.” She’s leaning her forehead against yours, watching you struggling to even keep your fuzzy eyes open.

In your barely coherent mind her words just push you closer to the edge, a whine as you struggle to not cum. Natasha’s hand splays across your stomach, imagining what it’ll be like when she can feel more than just her cock inside of you. “You’ll be so pretty filled with our baby. I don’t care whose cum it is that I have to fuck into you, they will be ours. You’ll get to feed them and love them while Mommy and Daddy take care of you.” Her calloused hand is pressing down on your lower belly, moaning as she feels her strap moving inside you. A choppy whine falling from her lips is all it takes to push you over the edge; your entire body shaking violently as your orgasm rushes through you.

The heat is spreading along your body, bouncing between each place they touch keeping you in a state of euphoria. Each time they speak you can feel yourself leak, tightening around the strap. Clawing desperately at the sheets, you start feeling an overwhelming pressure building in your lower belly. No matter your attempts to move away, the older women keep you exactly where they want you.

Natasha is rutting into you with no real care in the world, her forehead between your shoulder blades as she puts her entire body into forcing you over the edge a second time. If it weren’t for her hands on either side of your body, you know for a fact that you would have crumbled under the pressure and force she’s moving. You can barely register the way her teeth scrape against your sensitive skin as she mutters, "Великий праотец, с освященным источником мы клянемся принести грядущим поколениям". (4)

Wanda’s hand returns to your throat, wrapping her fingers tightly around as she pulls your head back up. Slipping her thumb into your mouth, she presses it against your tongue. Your moans and words all become gibberish as your step mother leans in, licking a stripe up your cheek. As her lips meet your temple you hear the sound again, raucous and jarring, it vibrates against your skull as it tumbles over and over from the older woman’s mouth.

Natasha’s moans are getting higher in your ear, more breathy as her hips move more erratically. Her nails are digging into your skin, and you’re sure that she’s going to leave marks. The way the two sway you between them leaves you disoriented, mind swirling as you try to keep up. “Cum with Daddy, cum with me malyshka”

It isn’t until you start feeling a warmth inside you, spreading and coating your insides that you finally do cum a second time. Your orgasm is strong, blinding as it ripples through your body. Even though you’re already shaking intensely, losing the ability to hold yourself up, Natasha has a grip on your hips as she continues to thrust into you. It’s all too much and you want to get away, but Wanda’s is kissing all over your mouth and the only sound you seem to be able to make is filthy moans.

Stars are exploding behind your eyes as your head bounces around, body just trying to take the thrusts that the ginger is still forcing you to endure. The sheets below you hold a puddle of cum and you hate how sticky it makes you feel where you have half fallen into. You can’t really feel your body anymore, just the warmth inside you and the way your clit jumps. You can feel how tender and raw your pussy is even as Natasha lazily ruts into you.

"Родина тебя, воинство, в котором наш храм дарует вечную жизнь. Прими дар вечного происхождения, стремления вперед и связанную с ним благожелательность. Жизнеспособность во всем, в чем господствует наше божество, и изгони разврат, откуда он мог прийти. За что праотец, избранный патриарх, панигирировал". (5) The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck as she leans her entire weight on you. The way she holds you allows you to slip deeper into the fuzzy feeling in your brain, finally taking comfort in the way the two dote over you.

Twitching and barely grumbling, you whine as you feel Natasha pulling out of you but it’s quickly silenced when she pops something into you. Forcing your eyes open you search for your step mother but Wanda is already standing, excusing herself as she says something about finishing up outside. You try to focus on her blurry figure as she walks away, but your eyes are still heavy and your brain can’t even understand how to move your body voluntarily yet.

The ginger wraps you up in her arms as she sets you on a bean bag in the corner of your room, a blanket falling to lay over your limp form. Her lips graze your forehead for a moment as she rubs her thumb along your cheek. You pathetically watch her walk around the room, cleaning up, through hooded eyes. Curiously you watch as she carefully picks up the discarded strap and places it in a weird looking bag before she strips the bed. She walks over to some candles that you didn’t notice in the corner, settling the ruined sheet in the middle before kneeling near the crescent shape.

She’s still kneeling and rocking by the time that Wanda comes back, slightly perking up at that. Your step mother kneels quickly, pouring a thick dark ruby liquid over the sheets as she adds her own chants. She moves hastily and is crossing the floor towards you before your brain can catch up. “Do you want to be on the bed to drink your hot chocolate Little One?” The lazy nod makes her smile and she slips the bottle into her back pocket, lifting you with ease.

The new sheets are soft and dry, and you settle into them quickly before Wanda slides behind you. Letting you curl up into her warmth and she hands you what looks like a sippy cup. “I didn’t want you to spill it baby.” She disregards you as you whine about being too old, bringing the bottle to your lips as she glares down at you.

As you drink you observe the woman, there's a shine of sweat along her brow and a few cherry splatters along her collarbone. She catches your confusion and shushes you, running her fingers along your body and tapping the plug that is still inside you. Even though you have so many questions, and the hot cocoa tastes funny, you can feel your brain and body start to go slack. All your thoughts quickly drain from your mind as you feel all your tenseness leaving your muscles.

Natasha finally slips on the bed, pulling gently at the plug inside you to make sure nothing leaked out. Ignoring your whimper, continuing to play with the only thing keeping the cum inside you, "В этот день мы дарим нашей заветной звезде величайшую капитуляцию, на которую способна новая кровь. Обмен на одного, жизнь, которую нужно отдать, на жизнь, которой нужно быть.” (6) Her hands rub along your thighs, taking note of every mark the two left on your body. “Чтобы быть посвященными тебе как подношение, возлюбленный, свяжи наши души не только со священной землей, по которой ты ходишь, но и с каждым местом, где почва пропитана благословенной кровью наших предков.”(7) Biting her bottom lip, the ginger gulps as she tries to keep her emotions in check as she finishes. ”Даруй благодать не только высшим из высших, но и прадеду, который, учитывая знания твоего мозга, является нашей дорогой в вечность и вечность в твою честь."(8)

The ginger voice fades out, body slowly coming to a halt after she had begun to rock. Allowing the silence to lay heavy in the room, she watches the candles flicker before they quickly extinguish without a trace. Natasha finally directs her attention to Wanda, bright forest eyes filled with excitement and curiosity. “Is it done? She is ours?”

The brunette chuckles lightly, watching as your eyes slip closed. Her hand caresses your cheek, humming as you subconsciously lean into her touch. “The family will be pleased. We’ll bring grandfather the next generation with ease.”

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1- “Unto Chernobog the glorious figure in which we place utmost tribune and fear. Praise to he who gives us the blood in which our freedom is found. We bring forth the most pure atonement in honor of thee.”

2- “Bless this dove for she is who we deemed worthy of worship.”

3- “With each movement, we offer thee purest of beings to the greatest of gods. The forefather of all, bless the innocence to receive the family’s offering. ”

4- “Great forefather, with the sanctified source, we vow to bring generations to come.”

5- “The motherland of thee, a host in which our temple grants eternal life. Take the gift of ever derivation, strides forthcoming and bound by benevolence. Vitality in all that our deity prevails and banish depravity from once it may have come. For which the forefather, chosen patriarch, panegyrized.”

6- “On this day, we give to our treasured star the greatest surrender in which new blood can give. An exchange for one, a life to give for a life to be.”

7- “To be dedicated to you as an offering, beloved, bind our souls to not only the sacred ground you walk but each spot in which the soil is soaked with the blessed blood of our ancestors.”

7- “Give grace to not only the highest of the highs but to the great grandfather whom given the knowledge of your brain, is our road to forever and evermore in your honor.”

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Pernicious Prospect

Summary: Playing a little game to seal the fate of your life is only fun when you play it with a spider.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 5.6k ish

Warnings: Dark!Natasha, dark fic!!!!!, drugging (nat's serum), intense gun play (Russian Roulette), alcohol (and making bad decisions drunk), slight inspection kink, faux drowning..? kinda?, Nat is mean but also sweet. Toxic Nat. degradation, slight size kink if you squint, lots of names, hostage vibes?, stalking vibes, technically Stockholm syndrome too

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: This got a lot longer than it was supposed to be lol BUT look i wrote a dark fic without blood :O im just as surprised as you ALSO ignore any mistakes I made in this :) We ALSO dont talk about the hellsite not posting this yesterday :)

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

You weren’t aware of the deep forest eyes watching as you danced with your friends in the club, a few drinks in and no show of stopping anytime soon. The group had no idea when everyone would go home, a Friday night after a huge test meant everyone wanted to party until they couldn’t remember their names.Someone knew when you were going home, had your entire night planned down to how many drinks you would be having. Not once did they let you out of their sight, after months of observation and planning everything was ready.

The anxiety and stress that you felt the past few weeks was melting out of your brain as you downed more and more shots. Stumbling towards the bar you yell over the music asking for another drink, but the man just shakes his head before walking away. Whipping around to try and find your friends, jumping when you come face to face with the ginger. In your intoxicated state it takes your brain far longer than you would normally would have to recognize who was standing in front of you, but when you finally do your jaw drops. “Oh m’gosh! You’re ‘lack widow!”

The woman in front of you cringes internally at your slurred speech, cursing herself for letting you drink so much, but she smiles softly at you regardless. “I am, sweetie. Are you okay? You seem far too drunk to be left alone.” You stumble forward just on time, cursing yourself at your clumsiness in front of the Avenger. “Let me accompany you home? I can drive so you don’t have to walk.” She watches as you melt just from her simple words, smug at how quickly you agree.

You watch with wide delighted eyes as Natasha pays off your entire tab, making sure you pocket your credit card. She also quickly helps clean up any mess that you created, letting each one of your friends know that she would be escorting you home. Tipping not only each bartender, but each bouncer, as she tied up any loose ends that you may be leaving behind. Lastly she even had you use the bathroom before you left, holding your bag as she waited patiently outside the door after checking that you would have the entire bathroom to yourself.

She easily guides you outside, her strength coming into play each time you stumble or sway too much. You’re talking loudly, asking her what car is hers but she just stays silent; nodding politely at people as you pass them. Basically swooning when she opens your door for you, you giggle as you crumble in the passenger seat of her Stingray.

It doesn’t take much time for you to be excitedly climbing all over, leaning heavily against the dashboard with your face squished against the windshield. Mumbling out slurred directions, you try your hardest to direct the ginger on where to go to get to your house but unbeknownst to you she had every single route from the bar possible memorized. Playing along with your excitement each time you saw a landmark you recognized, she bathed you in praise and relished in each happy wiggle she got in return.

Even though she drove at an exceptionally slow pace, an attempt to keep you safe as you clambered around the car, she felt as though the two of you arrived at your apartment all too quickly. Pulling up in front of your building, she makes sure the coast is clear before walking around the car to open your door for you. You stare up at her, admiring her face as the moon and street lights illuminate her.

Stumbling as she drags you out of the car, “C-come inside please just for little yknow.” You tangle your fingers in her flowy shirt, humming in appreciation at the soft fabric. “Please…just at least to help?” You’re unsure of where this clinginess came from, the need to act cool in front of her slowly disappearing at the idea of the widow leaving your life just as quickly as she entered.

Natasha acts naive, innocent even, as she humbly agrees to make sure you get in bed with water and ibuprofen. Her devious smirk only appears once your focus is on the door, fumbling to unlock it. Her steady hand lands on yours, her warm body pressing against your back. Entirely too buzzed you don’t question how she knows your intricate passcode, instead giddy as you drag her into your home. Spinning to show her everything, slurred rambling as you point things out.

She nods along, mindlessly listening to random facts about trinkets she already knows about, as she moves around your kitchen. Getting you a Gatorade, not water knowing you won’t drink it, and a snack she sighs as she looks around for your medicine. “Do you think you can find your pain meds by yourself drunkie, or will that be too much for your fuzzy little brain?” Watching you salute, taking your given job extremely seriously, the ginger smirks as she cracks open the capsule from her bracelet into your drink.

By the time you come back, tripping over your own feet, triumphantly holding a bottle of pills above your head Natasha had already set the food by your bed and gotten you pajamas. Before she can stop you, you’re stripping at the excited idea of wearing something she wants to see you in. “Than’u it’s sooooo comfy!” Flopping onto the bed, you roll around as you look up ar her. She’s watching you, careful eyes, as she waits for you to calm down.

Reaching out to hold your hand, she pulls you into a sitting position gently. A smile on her face as she brings the tray of food and drinks over, “Do me a favor, dove, just get a little bit of something in your stomach? For me?”

The way she’s looking at you will forever be engraved in your mind, something you would never be able to deny. You can’t even attempt to fight her, gobbling up the pretzel sticks and downing the gatorade greedily. You preen under her attention, wiggling at the small achievement of earning her momentary praise. Quieting down as you settle in bed, head nestled in the pillows as your attention turns to the quiet television show she turned on.

You’re blissfully unaware of how she watches you, sharp eyes waiting for a flash of cherry red haze. It only takes a few moments, blinking as if you have something in your eyes before you have an urge to be near her. Natasha is sitting at the edge of the bed, a normally respectable distance but you need her closer and that is starting to scare you.

It doesn't take long for the widow to realize you’re squirming, a distressed look on your face, and she knows that you truly are the perfect little experiment for her own serum. Her rough calloused hand slips across your jaw, turning your head back and forth before it closes around your throat. Inspection of you doesn’t take long, your mind clearing from its initial hit of serum all too quickly for Natasha.

Once your eyes do clear, and you’re able to ignore the way your pussy throbs and your muscles shake, the widow can see the anger rising. She watches the way your body tenses, and she knows your fight or flight is kicking in. Even though she’s expecting it, the way you flail about surprises her. Your fist only an inch or two away from her face, you keep trying to strike her but it’s almost as though she’s inside an invisible box. Hitting the unseen wall over and over again, you stare in shock at your own hand.

You try pulling it back, gently pushing your palm forward but you are able to cup her cheek. Stuttering, you want to ask what is going on but the words are lost in your throat. Gasping you try to breathe as you can feel the panic filling your body, something was weird and you knew that it had to be some sort of Avenger science or maybe something from Russia. This was all too much and your favorite hero was suddenly turning into a dark shadow that would loom over you for the rest of your life.

Before you can even try to escape, still on your back, as an electroshock travels through your body radiating from the small red electric disk now stuck on your body. Paralyzing, you can feel the energy swarming through your body and the scream that rips from your throat is shrill. She’s moving your body, manipulating it as she wants and for some unknown reason you just let her.

Spread out on the bed, you try your hardest to figure out a way to escape. This was your room, your home, and you still felt trapped. You’re unsure of what she did to you but you feel sluggish and it’s almost like you can’t move as she walks away. The widow is only gone momentarily but the moment she settles back on the bed, your heart beat seemingly settles down.

Natasha reaches for you, rough hands running up your thighs as she watches your abs tense from her touch. “You know, you were so cute and just so excited to put on the clothes I wanted.” She pulls at the flimsy crop top and skin tight booty shorts, chuckling at just how naive you are. “It was so easy to get you right where I want you, it’s almost pathetic. Almost too easy.” Her hands are ghosting between your legs, running her nails along the most sensitive parts of your lower body.

The tearing of your shorts doesn’t surprise you, your brain working overtime to attempt to be one step ahead of what was happening. If you could come to terms with it, maybe you could find the strength to fight it. You curse your body for reacting to the way she touches you, knowing that your crush on her doesn’t help, when her fingers touch your uncovered pussy. She can see the wetness shining in the dim lighting, and she uses her thumb to smear the slick. “If you really wanted me to stop, don’t you think you would be just a little less wet?”

Her hands are everywhere, pulling at your nipples and scratching down your torso. You want to keep your eyes open to try and stay alert but you can’t help when they slip closed. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise when you feel your fingers probing you, poking and pulling you open. She’s inspecting you again, silently. It shouldn’t make an intense wave of arousal hit you, but you know she sees the wetness gush out of you as she opens you up.

The ginger makes an appreciative noise, deep in her throat before she begins to push 2 fingers into you. She grunts when she meets resistance, you're wet but still tight. Ignoring the way you squirm away, trying to kick and claw at her hand, Natasha just moves her fingers faster. Occasionally letting her thumb rub at your clit, hard and throbbing. It isn’t long until she notices the changes.

No matter how hard you want to say you hate the way her long rough fingers move inside you, you can’t deny how close you are. It’s embarrassing but after months, almost years, of crushing on the infamous Black Widow how could you not react so easily to her. You had yearned for someone to treat you roughly, to take you and use your body as they pleased, but you never had found someone that wasn’t too scared to do it.

Even as you realized each step she was going to make, you weren’t finding the strength to truly fight it. If anything you were finding ways to excuse her, to let yourself fall into her web. Your body was already cracking under the pressure, arousal leaking down your thighs and into the sheets below you. It was only a matter of time before your brain fully caught up, you knew that you didn’t have the mental strength to go up against someone so highly trained like the Black Widow.

Your body was getting used to the force that Natasha was shoving her fingers into you, creeping towards the edge. The way your body’s temperature rose slowly signified the steady build of your orgasm. Reduced to just quiet pants and moans, you wanted to beg the widow to move faster–to take what she wanted.

Unbeknownst to you, you never had to ask or tell the ginger to take what she wanted from you. You were naive and innocent to what she had infected your body with. From this moment on you would be hers, to do whatever she could imagine doing to you. She was being generous by stretching your body, stretching her pussy.

Ownership was something the Russian always struggled with, after years of never truly having something of her own, but when she saw you she knew that no one else would ever touch you. Months of planning and creating the perfect serum, all so that you would be laid out underneath her. All so that she could finally own something all by herself, her favorite thing–you.

Your moans and the warmth in your stomach were driving you crazy, it felt like she wouldn’t just shove you over the edge. Straddling the line between ecstasy and torture, you let your mouth fall open. Jaw cracking as you mewl, begging to be touched with more purpose.

Through hooded eyes you see your jade counterpart’s roll, an annoyed grunt breaking through barred teeth. “Such a needy little thing even after fighting me. Have you learned your lesson yet?” Her question goes unanswered when she pulls her fingers out, tucking the last two in. She’s enchanted as she watches your leaking red pussy open up, stretching to take four of her digits.

It isn’t gentle, and she’s shoving them inside you, but it’s enough to make you topple over the edge. Your back arching, and a scream tearing through your throat. It isn’t exactly the most pleasurable orgasm, entirely too mixed with intense waves of pain. It’s short lived, the widow yanking her fingers out of you and leaving you clenching around nothing. Your slick dribbling slowly out of you and coating your thighs even more. She leaves you a sticky mess as she stands, wiping the wetness from her hand on your heaving stomach.

As you’re still trying to recover, Natasha starts moving you. Chastising you when you begin to whine, pulling and pushing you so you’re on your knees. Her touch is almost gentle as she guides you into the position she wants. Your face is pushed into the bed, drool soaking the fabric as you try to breathe. Something settles along your torso, possibly her own body, but you’re overstimulated and your senses can’t make sense of anything.

You hear metal clanking rapidly, almost high pitched, and it makes your blood run cold. Ragged breathing as you try to bring air to your lungs with your face is pushed into the warm damp sheets. The pressure between your shoulder blades and along your hips keeps in place, even as your muscles twitch as the anxiety builds. The sound was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it.

A cool heavy steel trails along your ribs, tapping teasingly against each bone. “You wanna play a game, malysh?” She mocks you, seemingly giving you a choice. Her hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head up. The shiny revolver obstructs your blurry vision as you gulp down as much oxygen as possible, as quickly as possible. “You know where I come from, don’t you красивая девушка?”

The stickiness of her bright wine colored lipstick pulls at the thin skin along your ear, leaving remencance of the stain. You can feel the exhaustion in your bones, the ginger’s actions of the night catching up already. Nodding, you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. She’s humming, prompting you. “I-I know a lot ab-bout you.” Voice hoarse, stuttering and falling over syllables, you try your hardest to listen to her.

She laughs, it’s silent but shakes her chest as she leans heavily against you. Tapping the barrel of the gun against your cheek, “Right my precious little fan. You know all about me. Well don’t worry darling, all that precious information stored in your brain will come in handy.” The widow shoves you forward, pulling and pushing your body as she flips you onto you back.

Natasha settles comfortably between your legs, swinging the fun around her pointer finger as she coos over you. She sits back and observes you, head tilting as you squirm below her. Running your thumb along your dripping slit, she can’t help but admire the string of wetness that catches and dangles as she pulls away.

You try to shake your head, no matter her experience you didn’t want to shamelessly gamble your life for a night with the spy. She just giggles, like a schoolgirl. “All you have to do is tell me what you know about me, lyubov'. That’s all. I know that pretty little head is filled with who I am and all the little facts you know about me, so this should be simple. Say a fact and you’re safe, and get played with. Say something false, and I pull the trigger. Who knows though, maybe you’ll enjoy that too.” She looks so innocent as she talks down to you, but you can’t focus on her tone right now.

Chest heaving, you watch her with wide eyes as the previously forgotten fear reignites as the older woman precariously plays with the gun. A sadistic grin stretches her face, pulling her cheeks just a bit too much. “Dontcha wanna play with me, detka?” Tapping the bottom of the grip on your lower belly, Natasha smirks. Your head is shaking vigorously, pathetic whimpers tumbling from your mouth. Your fist swings out again, a pitiful attempt at hitting the ginger one last time. Struggling as your hand hits that invisible wall again, she just slowly lowers it down to the bed. “Too bad you don’t have a choice.”

Her calloused thumb swipes at your throbbing clit, smiling as your hips jump trying to chase after the spark of pleasure. She shushes you, smoothing her hand across your lower belly. Her gaze flickers up to watch your reactions, jade peaking through lashes as she taps the muzzle against your puffy red cunt. Natasha makes a noise, your only chance at a warning before she’s shoving the barrel of her gun into you. Watching you stretch, raw and red, around the cold smooth metal she has to bite her lip to suppress her own reactions.

The moan that tumbles from your lips is involuntary, and the sounds only get worse as she forcibly ruts her beloved weapon into you. “First fact, princess.” When you just wither beneath her, too focused on your own arousal, she cocks the gun. The click ringing out, a stark contrast to your mewls. “Don’t keep me waiting, dove. It’s rude and my patience wears thin.”

You stutter through the first couple facts, all things the public knows of. The most common facts that cannot be disputable; her alias, her training and community upbringing, and her status within the government as an Avenger. It wasn’t until she rubs your clit, dragging the wetness across your skin, that your mind swirls again. Broken gasps you mumble out, “You killed the overseer of the Red Room”.

The ginger laughs, a short gleeful thing, as she shakes her head. “Poor baby, your head is already so foggy and the game has just begun.” You hear the menacing sound of the gun click, stalling, as she pulls the trigger for the first time. Even as the fear rings through your skull, sinking into your bones, you can’t help but the wetness that drips out of you and the way you clench around the slowly warming steel. A breathy please falls from your lips, and you aren’t exactly sure what you’re pleading for.

A second wrong fact tumbles from your lips, jumbled and almost incomprehensible, as you beg the widow for mercy. Nothing you say deters her, even as you correct your previous statement. You knew that she didn’t go to kill Tony, just to see if he was dying but in your haze you said the wrong thing. Apologies and sobs wracking your body as you try to take back your mistake, but she’s pulling the trigger before you can stop her. Your hands are gripping your wrist but your fingers won’t move no matter how much you try to claw at her skin, a measly attempt to pry her away from you.

Natasha shoves the barrel roughly into you, a piercing pain shoots through your body as she mumbles for you to continue. Her eyes trained at your body, it’s almost like this is mindless for her not even breaking a sweat. It’s almost like she’s angry at the fact that the bullet and chamber have yet to align. “You w-wear the arr-ow for Cl-lint.” Stuttered though true, your fact makes her chuckle. The green eyed woman just thrusts into you harder, dragging you closer to the edge.

Through hooded eyes you watch her, eyes flickering back and forth between the way her bicep tenses and how the vein in her neck pulses. Distracted you stutter on your next fact, “Y-y um dance um ta–”. Even though you never finish your sentence, the sight of the gun rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of you, the assassin knows you were going to mess up. The longer she’s moving inside you, the harder you find talking and thinking. It terrifies you how much you like the feeling of the steel inside you, how you drip around the cylinder.

The coil in your stomach cracks when you hear the widow cock the gun, body twitching when she pulls the trigger again. She has you dangling over the edge, almost like you were on a string. Dragging her nails down your thigh, leaving bright red streaks and a burning sensation. Her actions are almost teasing, toying with you as you squirm and moan under her.

Natasha’s voice is soft, almost comforting, as she stares down at you. Her eyes almost soft, nurturing, as she fucks her gun into your sore cunt. “Such a desperate little whore, I can barely move my gun from how tight you are.” Reaching up to cup your breast, she pinches your hardened nipple ruthlessly. Tugging at it until your back arches, trying to relieve some of the pain.

It’s a spreading warmth, stinging, as the redness explodes across the goosebump covered swell. Your brain can’t keep up, swirls of pain and arousal clouding all your thoughts. “Give me another one, now.” Hissing, her voice strikes in your bones. A shiver running down your spine as you try to keep your orgasm at bay. A small part of you still wanted to be defiant, to try and fight in the only way you can. You knew you couldn’t physically do anything to hurt her, but you could take hits at her ego.

The longer you delay the inevitable, whimpers and whines filling the air as you focus solely on the pleasure, the angrier the ginger gets. She’s jamming the gun harder into you, her muscles flexing with each push. Forcing your breath and your heart beat to stutter, jumping along with the force of her ruts. “Play my game, you worthless whore. Play or I’ll play without you.” Wrapping her hand around your throat, she hovers over you.

Her weight is almost completely on your neck as she looks down at you. You babble panickedly, wheezing as you try to fight for your life. Unsure of the words you even say, you thrash violently at the clicking of the gun. Legs flailing, kicking helplessly at air, as your body goes into full fight or flight mode. Throat raw as you scream, the shrill sound cut short as Natasha slams you down.

“No matter how much you fight, princess, you can’t deny the way you're teetering. Barely clinging to the edge. You’re not going to last much longer, so why must you fight me?” Clenching, each word she speaks to you wears the rope you’re hanging from thin and dropping you farther and farther over the edge. She pulls the trigger again, pulling the hammer down immediately to pull the trigger once more. “Looks like you only have one more chance, little dove.”

Your entire body is shaking, and you can barely understand a word she says. The overwhelming weight of the barrel inside of you is the only thing you can focus on, the pull of the smooth metal as it thrusts. It’s no longer cool, your temperature heating it up. Whining you try to get her to understand your frustration, the way she’s clouding your judgment and stripping you of your ability to coherently speak.

It doesn’t matter anymore as the rope falls apart and you slip over the edge. She struggles to keep the barrel inside of you, the force of your orgasm not only shaking your entire body but the gush of wetness escaping you is even stronger. The way she moves doesn’t slow, if anything she puts her entire body into how she jams the firearm into you. Her fingers grip your jaw, clawing until your mouth falls open. Your moans are garbled, drool and spit filling your mouth unable to escape except for a few drops leaking down your flushed cheek.

The ginger pulls the gun from your leaking cunt, pulling your body to let your center lay flush against her thigh. Your hips are grinding before she can even demand you to move, chasing the high that you’re on. Natasha leans back, rolling her eyes as she watches you hump her leg. “You’re fucking disgusting.” Wiping her gun along your torso, your slick is cool against your heated skin. You’re entirely too lost in your pleasure, heavy eyes blurry as they try to watch the woman above you.

It’s the exact moment that your body finally settles, muscles gently vibrating with the aftershocks of your waning orgasm, that you see the widow’s arms move quickly. Cocking the gun you can see up the sight just for a moment, before she pulls the trigger. The bullet is loud as it pierces the mattress next to your head, fluff and fabric exploding. It makes the blood in your veins run cold and the high you were on plummet back down to Earth.

Fuzzy brain, clearing slowly, you stare wide eyed up at Natasha. “Y-You were actually going to shoot me?” You can’t stop stuttering, gasping, as you realize how close to death you truly were. The shaking is back with a vengeance, almost like your entire body is plugged in. This entire time you believed that it was all just a game, a thing for the Avenger to scare you with so that you would be more open to having sex with her.

The Avenger smiles, cupping your cheek and smoothing her thumb over the flush she finds there. She licks the cooling metal, humming at the taste she finds there before letting the gun fall heavy on the sheets. “And yet, my darling, your body is still shaking and aching for my touch.” When your hips try to move against her body, she shakes head. “Nuh uh, you’re done for the day. I can’t push you too much.” She’s shifting to sit next to your collapsed body, ignoring the pathetic whimpering falling uncontrollably from your mouth.

You are struggling to breathe properly, heavy pants filling the air as the two of you sit silently on the bed. She’s gently pushing your matted hair away from your sweaty forehead, and wiping away the stream of tears you weren’t even aware you were crying. Natasha lets all the emotions that you are feeling to be let out, the entire thing overwhelming you but she doesn’t want you to completely shut down after just one play session.

The quiet doesn’t last long, the widow pushing your body to sit up. Your entire body feels weak, unstable, as you sway in your spot. She’s the only grounding factor you have in the moment, and you hate how pitiful you seem. Natasha is trying to get you to move faster, shoving at you, urging you to move faster so that she can strip the bed. You try to tell her that you can’t feel your body, that everything is just too much, but it doesn’t matter and you can see the seething anger.

Looking down at you, her hand is fisted in the sheets where she’s trying to clean up. “Stop being a worthless bitch, and move out of my way.” Her free hand tangles in your hair, throwing you off the bed. You lay, crumpled in a ball, at her feet. Not daring to move as she rips the bedding from the mattress. “I’m trying to clean up after you, and you can’t even be considerate enough to move out of the way.”

Her angry words cut deep, but she’s reaching out to you and scooping you up. It’s soft and gentle as she carries you to the bathroom. The ginger spends an immense amount of time cooing over you as she gets the water warm. Rubbing your sore muscles and softly detangling your hair, kissing all over your face each time she tugs a bit too harshly.

You basically swoon as you stand in the steaming shower, Natasha gently washing your body. Her hands running along your body makes your mind swim, quiet moans under your breath each time she randomly teases you. Leaning up against the cold tile wall as you watch her get shampoo, getting ready to wash your hair, you have to keep a grip on the shelf to keep standing. Your legs are sore and still shaky, even your body still feels weak.

When the ginger turns around to wash your hair, she sees you leaning heavily against the wall with your eyes closed. Tying to take a few deep breaths, she tries to calm down but she can’t help the searing anger. Dropping the glob of shampoo in her hand she grips your chin, and spins your body around. It’s all too quick and the slick floor makes you slip entirely too easily. You can’t even understand what she’s hissing into your ear, bitter and heated.

She’s shoving your face into the stream of water, uncaring as you choke and thrash about. Her voice, whispering directly into your ear, makes you freeze as it sinks into your bones. “Such a dumb little girl, how would you ever survive without me? Hmmm?” You aren’t sure how long you’re swallowing and gagging on water, spilling over your lips. You had given up, ready to let your lungs fill with water when she shoves you against the wall. “I don’t want to hurt you, dorogoya. I really don’t but someone has to keep you in your place. Don’t they?” She chuckles, low and heavy, when she sees you mindlessly nod.

You can feel your body being thrown around, limp, as she moves you where she wants you. Brain struggling to do anything but answer the older woman whenever she asks you a question, it’s almost as if whatever she did to you put you into autopilot.

Sinking into the warm dry sheets, you finally feel your body relaxing when she sets you in bed. Curled up in her arms, you listen to her heartbeat and her humming as you try to fall asleep. The ginger even sings to you, a Russian lullaby, to try and help you fall asleep. Nothing helps and maybe it’s the suppressed fear that lies deep within your gut, but you can tell just by how her breathing changes that it’s starting to anger her.

The hand that was once running along your back, a soothing motion, wraps tightly around your throat as she shoves you into the bed. Her body, once again, is looming over you. The forest green eyes are dark, almost a midnight black, as she stares down at you. Her grip on your throat tightens, and a sadistic smile stretches across her face. Your vision is blurry and the moment you try to claw at her arm, she catches both your hands in one. Pinning them above your head, her entire weight is leaning on your wrists and throat. “Poor baby can’t fall asleep?” A mockingly sweet noise falls from her pursed lips. “Well don’t you worry, I’m here to always make sure you can sleep. Even if you can’t do the most simple of things for yourself, I’ll be here to make it all better.”

You’re panicking as your lungs scream for oxygen, and black starts to border your already foggy vision. “I mean think about it, even with your stupid little brain you must realize that no one else will want to deal with you. No one else will love you the way I do.” She’s smiling at you, even as her fingers tighten around your throat. The pressure is crushing your windpipe, and you’re slipping into unconsciousness as you’re forced to just look up at the ginger. “I’ll make you better. I’ll mold you into my perfect little dove. I’ll keep you around and then you won’t be useless anymore, doesn’t that sound perfect?”

She forces your head to just barely nod, and she gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead as she watches your eyes flutter closed. “Goodnight my love, sleep tight. I’ll fight off any nightmares that dare interrupt your sleep.”

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Summary: Two of the most powerful beings help your best friend get what she wants; and you're there to make sure it all goes as planned.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Kate Bishop

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: Dark Fic (Sacrifice, Stockholm Syndrome, Hostage Vibes, Evil Gods), Dark Scarlet Queen!Wanda, Dark Skeleton King Kate, Dub con/noncon, Magic Use, Cum filled Strap (r!receiving), Power Bottom Wanda (kinda?), Royalty Kink!!!!, degrading, MAGICAL MARKS, pain with weapon use?, mental manipulation (magical and non), BREEDING KINKKKK

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is the LAST official Occult fic and I must say I'm pretty excited about the idea with this one! We love a stoic Wanda and slightly crazy Kate who end up being softies with you in private! Once again any mistakes are mine, and we just ignore them because editing is hard

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

Main Master list // kitmoas | occult

No matter how much you thrashed about, kicked, or screamed you knew you were no match for your best friend. An entire lifetime of training in the Red Room made sure that she was a small firecracker of muscle, and even though you tried your hardest to stay fit you knew that you couldn’t even compare.

You have no idea where you are, having decided with the blonde to take one last road trip before you graduated from college. The two of you were ending graduate school and you both were finally heading into the real adult world, but now you would give anything to just go back to studying. Everything started out so normal until the last leg of the drive when you woke up with something covering your eyes and you couldn’t move your body. You could hear her mumbling out how sorry she was as she drove, the car screeching as she made reckless turns at what sounded like dangerously high speeds.

“Y–yelena..Elly..Come on, let’s just talk this out. Please? What is this?” Your voice was cracking entirely too much as you tried to stay calm, thinking that maybe the former widow’s chemicals were messing with her brain again. “Where’s your hand Els, I’m here.” She had a few times in the past where she would get violent and you just had to remind her that she was safe, and that she was free. This felt different but you needed to try. She was ignoring you, slurred mumbling under her breath as she continued to drive.

Trying to plead with her for what felt like hours, the car was finally coming to a stop. She was pulling you out of the car before you could really process what was happening, carrying you and you could feel the tears hitting your arm. “Elly, tell me what’s going on! Please, we’re best friends. I love you. I–” Your sentence was cut off as your body was dropped unceremoniously on the ground, and the blindfold was ripped from your face.

Trees towering over you and a snow capped mountain in the distance is the first thing your vision focuses on before it slips to your best friend as she paces in front of you, face red and wet. You’re laying on what feels like rubble, two pillars and a half fallen concrete wall are across from you. The blonde whips around a glare spread across her face as she looks down at you, “Don’t say that! Not now, don’t make this harder for me!”

You want to laugh because it’s obvious that whatever is happening is entirely worse for you, but you fall silent regardless. Ill fate settles in your body as you realize that no matter how loud you scream, no one can save you and you still cannot move your body. She’s walking around now, pushing rocks and crumbled concrete into the grass and away from the cracked flooring. The panic on her face is obvious and she’s pulling bags out of the car, rushing around as she glances at her watch. You see the cover of one of the books, confusion fills your brain as you start to recognize the incantation written on the front.

Yelena finally kneels down near you, a shaky exhale as she takes your fearful eyes. “They can help me bring her back. I need to bring her back.” She smiles sadly at you, “You will be the key to bringing back my Natasha.” She drags the book closer, reading through the instructions as she shakes above you.

Even though this is a terrible fate for you, you can see how much it hurts your best friend. The blonde hadn’t been the same since her beloved sister died during a fight. Half of her soul disappeared that day and you spent your time together trying to get her to be happy again, and it’s become obvious that you failed. Yelena was mumbling, almost frantically, as she rushed to start whatever process she wanted.

She freezes and slowly turns to you, a guilty almost apologetic expression spreads across her face. One of her many knives appears out of nowhere, and she makes quick work of cutting your clothing off. You barely have time to note the brisk air when she drags the blade along your torso, leaving cuts that bead with crimson. Pained whimpers threaten to fall from your lips, but it doesn’t deter her. You’re starting to believe nothing will, and you’ll be left here in the middle of nowhere by your own best friend.

Shivering the cold wind makes your bones feel brittle and you can feel your entire will to live just start draining. “Are you going to kill me? Is this all just to watch me die? In the name of what? Some random being that won’t even give you what you actually want?” You had given up your fight long before this, but as she drew your blood you were just interested in who she was even trying to sacrifice you to. No true god would care about a single person, not even someone as amazing as Natasha.

She’s on autopilot, not flinching once as she turns to pour your blood along the stone. You were too focused on Yelena as she kneels, rocking and muttering, to notice the spreading ice that covers the grass and trees. It’s only when a throne appears surrounded by a dense darkness do the two of you silence completely. Almost ink black fog radiates from the chair as it settles gently on the ground, and two pairs of glowing eyes float–unblinking crimson and indigo. As the darkness fades and the royal pedestal finally comes into light, you choke on your own words when you recognize the Undead King’s crown adorning the figure that is perched on the top of the crest rail.

The fear sinks into your body, even more than before, as you realize this is real. You weren’t just dying, your soul is going to be sacrificed to one of the most cruel daemon’s out there. Yelena stands, shaking but confident as she approaches the throne. “Your majesty, King of the Skeletons, I bring you a sacrifice in exchange for a soul that you have. She’s everything you ever go searching for, the perfect soul for the highest of royalty.*”

The blonde barely gets her rambling out before she’s encased in a blinding red mist, forced onto her knees. A pained whimper falls from her lips, but it’s only when the shadows fade away that you see the people on the throne. The Undead crown that you knew sat upon a young girl’s head, long raven locks flowing and a gruesome bloody skeleton mask across most of her face with only her menacing eyes visible. Dressed in all black, her sleeves torn off display prominent muscles and a staff strapped on her back. She looms over a gorgeous woman, a floating red crown above her ginger hair. You don’t recognize her, but you are entranced by the scarlet wisps falling from her ash tipped fingers.

The brunette crawls around the palmette almost like a gargoyle to sneer down at the blonde, “Worthless mortal! You demand things from me before even acknowledging the true Queen?” The woman spoken of slams Yelena into a pillar, wrapping her magic tightly against the stone. “You will bend the knee to her as I did many moons ago for we would be nothing without the divine Controller of Chaos” Watching as the girl defies all laws of gravity, hanging carelessly on the ear of the throne, you can’t help but be confused. If this girl was such a big being herself that you were supposedly being sacrificed to her, then why is she working for some other idol?

You can hear Yelena babbling, apologies and swearing her loyalty, but the scarlet Queen is looking directly at you now. Her eyes ablaze as they bore into you. “Enough Kate.” It doesn’t take much more for the younger girl to turn her attention to you, following the ginger’s gaze. You watch as she settles in her spot, throwing her legs over the throne’s arm to lay lazily. Self hatred settles in your gut as you think about how attractive you found that, the way she so effortlessly moves. You were always attracted to things that were bad for you, glutton at heart.

Startling you, Kate leaps into the air. Slowly hovering down to land in front of the throne, her outfit expands as she straightens. Black encases her entire body, just briefly showing off a crimson jewel around her neck, as she buttons her suit jacket. Slipping the staff to hold as a cane, skeleton hands emerge from inside, clawing at the ground with each step she takes closer to you. Even though you still couldn’t move, the fear was evident in your eyes and it made the girl cackle as she finally leaned down near you.

Her nail, long and devilishly sharp, pierces your skin as she uses it to move your head around; inspecting you. She gropes your naked body, taking in the way some of the goosebumps along your skin pops against the eagle-like grip. Kate’s glowing purple eyes clear as she hovers above you, leaving an eerily dark sapphire. Using her staff she nudges your legs apart, pulling and poking your pussy lips apart as she examines every part of you. No matter how much you want to squirm away, you can’t and your body doesn’t know any better than to enjoy the probing. Shame fills your head when you realize that you begin to drip down your thighs, strings of your slick getting attached to her scepter.

You want to scream, beg her to stop, that your soul is hers and just to let you go burn in Hell for all eternity. A squeak scratches at your throat, just barely making a noise. Her eyes dart back up to your face, flashing purple momentarily. Letting the tip of the staff tap against your cunt, hitting your clit randomly; she observes you. “Don’t be scared, sweet thing. You’ll serve an amazing purpose, and that’s better than anything you could have ever done in your meritless life here on this floating rock.” She lets her thumb pop into your mouth, forcing past your locked jaw as your teeth scrape against the thin skin.

Every nerve in your body is firing, trying to squirm away from the spirit’s activity. You just wanted to go home and forget this ever happened but you aren’t sure that’s ever going to happen again. The thumb in your mouth is thrusting slowly, pointedly gagging you any time you seem to fight her. Kate coos above you, smacking her staff vigorously against your red cunt. “Awww Wanda, can we keep her? She’s just so adorable. The most enthralling voluptuous offering for you, My Queen.”

Your eyes flicker over to the older woman, watching as she lazily calls the two of you over. The first time her magic wraps you up you feel like a lifeless doll, your limbs flopping to your sides as you are dragged through the air. “What is wrong with her? She hasn’t moved an inch since we arrived? ” The witch’s question is rhetorical, easily reading both yours and Yelena’s mind to understand what happened. “Does she not want to play with us?” Wanda’s pout is taunting, entirely too smug as she eyes the shiny wetness along your quivering thighs. A snap of her finger has you falling from the sky, but you’re able to put your arms out to brace yourself.

Jaw slack as you stare up in shock at the ginger, who has a *lazy* arrogant look on her face. You’re so *enamored* with being able to move again that you weren’t expecting strong hands gripping your hips. Drawing you up onto your knees, you feel the *sharp* nails trailing along your backside. “We wanted you to be able to feel it when we take what we want from you.” The cold breath puffs against the shell of your ear, immediately making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Even though you know the effects of whatever chemical Yelena drugged you with are gone, your muscles fruitlessly fight against the magic blanketing around you. Unbeknownst to you, the two supernatural beings just find your struggle endearing. Most of their sacrifices are frozen in terror, unable to resist the two even if they wanted to.

A deep throaty chuckle makes you freeze, the sound striking against the nerves at the base of your neck. Head ticking as your body tries to fight the grating noise, Wanda finally moves. Sitting with her legs spread and her elbows resting on her knees, she curls a single finger under your chin. Her thumb traces your bottom lip, slowly smearing drool as a maniacal smile spreads across her face. Eyes squinting gleefully as you try to snarl at her, snapping your teeth towards her.

You knew that fighting was stupid but you refused to go down easily, these demonic beings wouldn’t get your soul without a struggle. The feeling of something hard bumping between your thighs caused a stumble in your demeanor, but you tried to power through. Each time Wanda came near you, you tried to bite her and you threw a few insults her way as well but none of them made much of an impact.

Her spit splatters on your face, and her palm collides violently with your cheek before you can even blink. The pain doesn’t register until she’s cooing and rubbing the bright red spot across the side of her face, a searing almost burning sensation ripples through your entire skull. “You think a couple measly Earth insults and some biting will make us run?” She grips your jaw, tightly with no regard at your high pitched wail as you can almost feel the bone cracking. Her gleaming eyes finally settle and a deep forest replaces as she finally looks at you directly.

Diverting your eyes, the fear plummets into your gut and it’s beginning to take a toll on your mindset. Tapping your cheek, she waits until your gaze meets hers to let her powers overtake once more. Her magic seeps out of her dark fingertips, down your jaw and slithering around your neck. It drags you closer to her, strangling you as she watches your reaction.

Glaring, you try your hardest to match her gaze in intensity but you were so focused on Wanda that you almost completely forgot about Kate. The undead king was having the time of her life, playing in between your legs as the ginger messed with your head. The strap adorning her hips always made her happy, she felt empowered as she ripped into her victims but you were different. No matter how hard she hit your raw puffy cunt, you just dripped with more slick and your clit throbbed under her thumb. It was almost like your body knew that you were meant to be theirs, even if your mind refused to let your soul settle.

The thick strap forcing its way into you makes a gurgled scream fall from your squished mouth, the crimson mist around your throat tightening. You try to wiggle away as much as possible, the pain from Kate thrusting into you was overwhelming but her nail digs further into your hip bones. A mocking laugh fills your ears as the brunette leans down, rutting into you. “The dumb slut is dripping all over my cock and expects me to believe the pathetic fear emanating from you?”

Wanda just smiles, tutting as you try to shaking your head. With a blink of an eye, the bottom of her suit disappears and your jaw drops in shock. “Hush now, little one, let’s put that troublesome mouth to work.” She’s dragging both you and the younger girl forward, leaning back as your tongue touches her hard clit. Her fingers tangle roughly in your hair, directing you where she wants you. “If you’re a good girl, maybe we’ll let you cum or maybe we’ll even let you live.” The ginger’s voice is breathy, a sternness backing it even as she lets the pleasure fill her body.

You try your hardest to not get addicted to the taste of the woman in front of you, it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever had. No doubt inhuman as you try to turn your head, pull away, anything to not give her what she wants but the magic around your neck forces you to pant. Not one to usually want to separate from a pretty woman, you mentally shake off the thought of you losing your freedom and decide to focus on the way Wanda is leaking into your mouth.

The older woman isn’t really letting you do too much, the fist in your hair keeps you mostly locked in place. Her hips grinding on her own will, the most you can do is lay your tongue flat as she uses your face. Each time her movements stutter, you take the moment to suck her clit into your mouth; relishing the deep grunts and moans that fall from her mouth.

Though your focus was forced to be on Wanda, it was getting more and more difficult the longer Kate thrusts into you. Every movement rocks your body forward, and drags you back as she pulls out of you. The skeleton ruler disregards your comfort as she takes what she wants from you, forcing muffled moans to vibrate against the witch’s clenching cunt. The king’s open palm slaps against the swell of your ass, leaving a rippling purple mark instantly. The pain makes you pitifully writhe beneath her as you try to put distance between the two of you when she slaps you again.

Kate’s fingers pulled at your nipples, making your hips jut up. “Don’t fight it. This isn’t about you whore, this is about pleasing your Majestic. Get it through your idiotic meager brain that you are being blessed to taste her. Make her cum and maybe I won’t kill you on the spot, maybe I’ll even let you get some pleasure after I’m done using you like the hole you are.” Your body is rocking with each movement she makes, but the vibrating magic moves down your torso and suddenly you can no longer feel anything. It’s a buzzing numbness, like your entire body fell asleep–an almost stabbing pain erupting along your skin.

The abrupt dense fog in your brain was diluting your thoughts now, the numbness along your body filling your mind quickly. You barely could keep up with Wanda’s movements, just letting her fuck herself on your tongue. It started to fill your body with a warmth that even her magic couldn’t get rid of, a sense of pride as you watched this powerful being start to fall apart because of your mouth. The moans falling from her crimson lips makes you up your ante, focusing as much as you can on her clit. You can almost feel it throbbing in your mouth as you suction around it, relishing in the grunted praise and the way her fist tightens in your tangled locks.

Kate sinks her fangs in your shoulder, breaking the skin as she forces her cock as deep into you as possible with each thrust. “I’m going to cum in you, and you’re going to take it like the good little cum dumpster you are.” Her voice is cracking as she mutters against your sweat slicked back.

It’s Wanda who falls over the edge first, her quivering thighs locking around your head and the magic encasing wavering for the first time that night. Her strained moans vibrate through her body, echoing in your ears. You desperately want to feel how you clench around the king’s cock, knowing that you loved making someone so stoic like the witch cum so hard. Her voice echoes in your mind as she finally starts calming down, her hand tangled in your hair streaming ruby fog into your brain. Praise that warms your body and makes you wiggle happily.

Her grip falters with each buck of the brunette’s hips, the force snapping your head forward each time. Wanda pushes your head back, the heel of her hand shoving at your forehead so that you’re forced to look into her eyes. “Your majesty is going to paint your insides with her cum and you’re going to thank her. That bratty little mouth will not disobey us anymore, not if you ever want to feel anything ever again.”

You aren’t sure if you want to know the state of your torso as the undead king claws desperately at it, digging her razor nails into your thin skin. “You’re so fucking tight, sweet thing. I’m going to use this pussy for centuries to come, and I’ll never get tired of it.” Kate’s voice cracks as she wraps a hand around your throat from behind you, using it as leverage. “Such a messy slut, drippin all over m’cock.” Her words slur as she slams into you, hips jerking as she finally falls over the edge; the enchanted strap filling you with demonic cum.

Everything is entirely too overwhelming, all of your senses that are overtaken by the two of them. The taste and smell of Wanda still strong, and the warm feeling as the tingly numbness disappeared was filled with Kate’s cum leaking out of you and her large calloused hands rubbing along your body. With the witch’s hand still in your hair, your vision is blurred but stuck to the way the ginger’s hair is messy in all the right ways now.

You don’t even actually feel it when the king pulls out of you, just collapsing when the only support is the queen’s grip in your hair. You’re being lifted and settled on the lap of Wanda, who barely even pays you any attention instead just firmly grips your waist. Slouching on her, against what you believe to be her wants, you struggle to regain control over your body as it gets back feeling. The aftermath of the rough treatment you just received had exhausted your body even though you didn’t feel a majority of it.

Watching as Kate goes to talk to Yelena who has finally slumped in a fetal position where she was dropped, Wanda surprisingly pulls you closer to her. Curling into the warm witch you relish in the heat difference, as your body is dramatically losing heat in the wind. Her hand comes up to the left side of your collarbone, thumb rubbing along it. It’s a sweet comforting gesture but you’re suddenly whimpering in pain. It ceases quickly, ultimately just an annoyance. Without really thinking about it you look up at her, pleading eyes as you pout at her. The queen shushes you, a soft smile along her lips as she caresses the mark that is the source of your pain.

A dark cloud of smoke appears and out tumbles Natasha, pale and weak as she collapses on the ground. You don’t hear much as you watch your best friend stumble over to her sister, tears streaming down her face as the two embrace. The minute the two touch chains appear out of nowhere, a collar laid with bones wrapped tightly around your neck. Connected by the heavy metal to the throne, you look at the skeleton king confused as the fuzzy feeling in your brain returns. “You’re home sweet thing, forever with your Majestic and Majesty.”

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Donned in casual wear, Kate was walking around the spacious hall when she felt the call she had been waiting for. A smug smile stretches her face as she twirls around to find you, curled up in Wanda’s lap eating food from her fingers. She pauses for a moment to watch your pink tongue lap at the juices left on the ash dipped fingertips, a hungry growl getting caught in her throat when she remembers what she still needs to do.

“We must go, an important deal is coming to an end.” As she strides towards you, you sit mesmerized as you do each time you watch her clothes transform into her formal wear. Her purple sweats replaced with a sharp black leather suit, armor wrapped around her torso and her cherished staff appearing on her back. Walking up to you, she cups your cheek and lets her forehead rest against yours. A throat clear from one of the only workers to see the private life of the three of you grabs your attention, “Are you ready my sweet love?”

A mumbled “Yes, my Majesty.” is heard as your clothes fall into a mist, leaving you nude once more. The king rubbing her thumb over your collar, tracing the bones that she rules, cheek twitching as she struggles to remain focused on the task at hand. You settle on your knees, dragging your heavy chains with you to get comfortable at the foot of the throne. Wanda simply stretching out as she waits for Kate to climb onto the crest railing.

Within seconds you are materialized to a plain, fire and rubble falling from the sky but only one thing truly catches your attention. There in the distance is a body, surrounded by heavy smoke, but with a snap of her fingers Kate calls the soul to stand in front of the three of you. The blonde braided hair is a quick give away as you take in your best friend, your sacrificer. She looks confused momentarily before realizing she died in the fight, gulping as she comes face to face with the end of her deal.

The white widow had been fighting for years to fill her sister’s shoes after Natasha had once again passed away during an Avenger battle. You watch as Wanda fills the blonde’s head with memories, playing back the life she held as the three of them waited for her to perish. You can see the struggle on her face, the guilt each time her gaze passes your slouched form. The weight of the chains is something you aren’t used to as the more compliant you had become, the more Wanda took the weight from your shoulders.

Unbeknownst to your best friend, you had fallen happily into a life with the demonic beings. Widely known across the pits of Hell as their pet, but the longer you spent with them the more you couldn’t live without them. There in the halls of their extravagant castle, you were their prized trophy. The life you lived was truly better than any moment that you held on Earth, just as your king had promised, and you couldn’t have imagined a better life.

“Welcome to the calvary White Widow, you once again will fight alongside your sister; my general.” Kate’s voice is professional, a bit of a hiss at the end of words. She knows that the grudge she holds for this deal is pointless for it brought you into their lives, but she knows that the only reason you no longer fight is the everlasting fog that seeps into your mind. Something that she knows you can never learn of, for it will break the illusion of love and send you into an everlasting spiral.

Glancing at the two marks, one a simple whimple along your collarbone while the other a harsh slash along your ribcage, glowing bright– unwavering crimson and amethyst. Laid there with love, it makes the brunette smirks as the guilt radiates off of the blonde when she sees them. “You will pay for the soul that you so selfishly sacrificed to myself and the Scarlet Queen many decades ago. For only the pompous would ever offer anything to daemons like us, and your soul does not deserve to rest ever again. ”

Yelena gaze is stuck on you, watching with shame as Wanda’s magic wraps around your neck. It tightens painfully as it yanks your head back, forcing you to look up. “You’re little best friend no longer exists, but you can meet her once more. Don’t worry if she doesn’t talk, she only speaks to the two of us now.” As the witch speaks, your thoughts start catching up with you but they are no match for her. No matter how many memories of your time on Earth resurface as you look at your former friend, the queen forces them out with a bit of chaos. “Isn’t that right? What are you?” Her voice is all knowing, chuckling as she listens to the blonde’s hopes that her presence will shake you from whatever spell that she has you under.

“The Undead King’s Property and the Scarlet Queen’s Pet.”

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Summary: A stolen moment for a stolen soul

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k ish

Warnings: Dark Fic Vibes (slight Stockholm?), Dark ArchDemon Deity Kate, dub non con, slight blood kink, size kink, Innocence and Corruption Kink!!!, degradation, Daddy kink, fisting, overstimulation, talks a lot about religion (hell vs heaven) but it pulls gods from all different denominations and religions.

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: I actually really like this entire concept. Nothing i ever write is "perfect" in my eyes but this is truly one of the first things in a long time that I've written that I can honestly say that I love. The darkness hopefully lingers throughout, in all the subtle details. Hopefully you guys fall in love with this cute lil Kate variant as much as I did.

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

Kneeling on the steps leading to the seven thrones, the girl listens as each of her peers receive their assignment. Her focus stays on the foot of the throne directly in front of her, the largest one, as she awaits her turn. She cracks her neck as light chatter breaks out behind her, a pause in the line-up stirs up attention as her turn is next. The entire realm knew that she was the next coming, blessed by Ayin herself as the most perfect masterpiece ever crafted by her.

A booming yell silences the crowd, “Kolvunek, daughter of Lucifer and Nyx.” The girl raises her head, deep black iris focusing on the Demon Lord. “Rise and show your blessings from The Supreme Decreator.”

Chancing a quick glance to her father, who sits to the left of Satan, before standing proudly. Her wings flaring out behind her, each covered in six hundred and sixty-six dark purple stygian iron feathers, a glow of hell fire gleaming around. Most of her peers fall to their knees around her, even those on the thrones sink into themselves, as her presence radiates across the Great Hall. A looming shadow sweeps across the floor, racing towards the girl and almost leaving her completely concealed within the darkness. With her head held high, the young archdemon deity allowed an arrogant smirk to spread across her face as she felt her malevolence surge.

Those around her whispering, strained and low, exalting Hell’s first risen Arch-Angel. The hellfire lining the walls burns brighter as it feeds off of the young girl’s energy, a vibrant purple igniting within. She watches as her father’s head rises, jaw setting as he regains his composure–followed quickly by his fellow six leaders.

Letting her wings settle at her sides, curled around her like armor, she can feel her power sinking back into her body almost vibrating within her. She stands at attention, eyes respectfully downcast as she waits for her instructions from the Devil. Silence hangs in the air as her father and their leader murmur together, discussing the final details as privately as possible. In her prefial vision she can see a few of her peers squirming, uncomfortable with the tense air that now fills the area.

When the two finally look over the crowd, it’s almost as though the entire underworld slips into a trance readying themselves to listen to their leaders. “As many of you know, Kolvunek is the prophet that The Great Ancient Damned foresaw to finally lead our army to victory against Michael and his vexatious soldiers.” The crowd cheers, rambunctious and energetic at the thought of finally ruling over the realm that tossed out their great leaders. “Though against mine and the Morning Star’s wishes, it seems as though your assignment is to go after a soul that the Right hand himself is after. It is a mortal, not very notable but the angels are raving about them. Your goal is to beat them to it. It doesn’t matter in what way, all we need is their soul. The being must be alive when you drag them here, the Commander must know just how badly he lost. He must understand just how dangerous you are.”

Standing taller, the young deity straightens as she allows her bow to materialize in her hand–dark energy vibrating against her calloused palm. Bending slightly at the waist as she nods, firm and confident as she gazes between the two. “I will not fail you.” Brandishing the weapon as it permeates a coldness that chills even the farthest of demons.

It’s Lucifer who stands next, stepping down to stand just a few steps above his daughter, to speak directly to her. “You do not want to see what will happen to you if you fail, Kolvunek.” The snarl is quick, a flash of his razor fangs, a reminder of the underlying threat to not only Hell but to her own existence if she were to fail her father. “Now, my child, you will need an Earthly name. One that will not raise any suspicion as you travel and entice this soul back with you.”

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Leaning against the table, the girl downs the last sip of her drink as she watches you cross the floor. After years of planting the right seeds, she knew it was time. She could feel the aura of Micheal, he was close and advancing with each minute. The high angels wanting you made sense, daughter of a millionaire who spends her days fighting against all the immoral acts that your father commits. Everything the Heavenly Host could ever want in a future warrior, but tonight ends the dispute. The young girl had grown bored of the tedious fights she’s had with the Saint, missing being home where she could be her true self.

Straightening as she took confident strides across the room, buttoning the black suit jacket she was wearing, towards where you stood talking to a few colleagues. Swiping two cocktails from a passing waiter, she clears her throat when she finds herself directly behind you. “Can I steal you, just for a moment of course.”

Twirling around, your face stretches into a wide smile when you see the object of your infatuation as of late. “Kate! Hi! I didn’t realize you were here already!” She’s handing you a drink, a charming smile as she leans closer to you. “Of course you can, excuse me.” You wrap your hand around her arm as she leads you away, nodding politely at the group. Unable to stop yourself from staring as she guides you around different tables and people, you’re stunned when she starts leaving the building.

The brunette only shushes you, slipping off her jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. Keeping you close as she walks along the sidewalks of New York City, she hums and occasionally points some things out. In the distance there’s an extremely bright blue-white light that starts to spread across the city, slowly but surely overtaking. Trying to not rush you, she starts walking just a bit quicker claiming that she was starting to get cold. It didn’t take much longer before she was ushering you into a building, dark and seemingly empty.

Your gut starts to yell at you, poking at you to leave but Kate just points up to a sky roof where you could see the full moon. She mumbles out that she just wanted to dance with you somewhere more private, and before you can even argue with her she’s spinning you gently. Leaning your head against her shoulder, you let your mind wander. The warmth of her body sinking into your bones, and your brain starts questioning how she felt cold if she’s always so warm.

The brunette wants to take her time, attempting to calm your thoughts with some sweet dancing, but she knows she needs to hurry. It wouldn’t be long before he would be able to find you and she needed to tarnish your perfect aurora. Deep down she knew you had a secret, one that she knew was easily exploited–one that would tarnish your soul for good. “My sweet love, keep your eyes on me, yes?” She’s pulling away from you, calloused hand cupping your cheek, as she smiles at your naive obedience. Stepping back, she unbuttons her white dress shirt to reveal her abs and black bra.

Your eyes are stuck on her torso, a shameful wet feeling grows quickly between your thighs. The two of you have been dancing around the tension between you, and truthfully you never thought you would actually see the day where thoughts became actions. Forcing your hand to stay at your side so that you don’t reach out to trace along her stomach, your breath hitches as she begins to grow wings. They’re large, almost double her size, dark and shiny. Your brain is starting to panic, sending shivers down your spine as fear starts to sink into your body. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire as a chill settles in the room, a whimper tumbles from your lips as Kate looks up at you through her lashes. You should be terrified but you’re clenching around nothing and desperately trying to ignore the throbbing.

She’s pushing into your space, now obsidian eyes looking into yours–almost like looking into a black hole. “Can I steal you, Dulcia?” The reiterated question is simple, but held so much more than your pretty little mind could truly comprehend and that’s what the demon was counting on. Enchanted, it’s the whispered yes that prompts the brunette into movement as she seals your lips together. Her hands reach up, one cupping your jaw while the other tangles in your hair, guiding you where she wants you. The kiss isn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced, it’s slow but burning. It leaves your entire body heating up, squirming as much as you can in her grasp. It’s almost as though she’s sucking the soul out of you as she takes control of the kiss, running her tongue slowly across your bottom lip.

Letting go of your chin, she trails her hand down your torso and you can feel her sharp nails through the flimsy dress just barely clinging to your frame. She pulls away from you, letting her lips ghost against your jaw as she whispers into your ear. “I want to see you.” Her wing stretches out, slicing at the fabric covering you. You want to whine about how expensive the dress was, how you had to give it back but your protest seems to die in your throat.

She’s moving before you can even process it, slamming you into the ground before your dress can even touch the floor. “What I want, I get.” Kate hovers over you, an arrogant smirk quirking her lips as she takes in your heaving chest and flushed body. Her eyes linger along your breasts, her tongue slipping out to leave a shiny wet spot along her bottom lip. Her thumb swipes over your pebbling nipple, chuckling when she lets her pointed nail stab into the tender skin.

Her touch is rough, palming at your breast, as she lets her gaze wander. With each passing moment you notice new things about her, and you feel the next change before you truly see it. The raven haired girl is leaning down, tongue flicking at your hardened bud before she sucks it into her mouth. The moan you let out is entirely too desperate, despite just starting, but you can’t help it as you had been waiting for this for too long now. The razor tips of her extended fangs sink in the tender skin, marking you as hers. She licks at the weak stream of blood that runs down the curve of your breast, relishing in the copper taste filling her mouth.

The smooth skin of her finger tip leaves a blazing line in their wake up your inner thigh, a mocking breathy gasp against your ear. “Oh? I just knew you were a little slut. Absolutely nothing under that dress, not even a flimsy little thong for you to soak through. Who were you hoping for tonight? Hmm?” The hiss that tears through your teeth is sharp as her jagged nail catches on your throbbing clit, neglected and begging for attention the moment she finally slips off her shirt. “Such a good little girl wouldn’t be this desperate for someone like me, now would you?”

Her touch is exhilarating and it blurs your mind, your hips raising trying to get her to touch you where you needed her most. Instead she just lets her body move against yours, almost painfully squeezing you just right to irritate every single nerve in your body–putting every sense into overdrive. It’s entirely too effortless how she manipulates you, dragging you to the brink of tears before she even touches your dripping cunt. A sob rips from your mouth, startling you, and breaking your self control. Your eyes are rolling back, cheeks wet, and the coil in your stomach is cracking but it all just seems to humor the other girl.

Her mouth is biting marks all over your torso as her wings flutter behind her, tiny metallic taps as the forged feathers happily react to the demon’s actions. The hand along your thigh starts heating up, almost unbearable. “Fall into the abyss little one, let go of your soul. Let Daddy catch it.” A flash of hell fire ignites across your clit, traveling up your body and forcing you over the edge. Your entire being feels like it’s on fire, every nerve flaring, and you’re clenching tightly around nothing– a pathetic wail at the emptiness.

Burning from the inside out, your mind is filled with smoke and your eyes are completely hazy. Still in your high, muscles entirely tensed, Kate shoves three fingers into your pussy. It’s too tight, and it stretches you violently; the searing pain only adds to the scalding heat throughout your body. Miserably weeping, begging for the girl to stop but she just giggles. “Oh Koritsáki, you poor thing. Your body is just so perfect. I have to do this, I just have to fuck you. Something so angelic just has to be ruined.” Slipping a fourth finger into you, her wings gleefully shake at your pained shrieks.

Thrashing about you try to find some relief from the pain, but you’re no match for her strength. Just the sheer force of her body, moving against yours keeps you solidly in your place below the demon. The longer she hovers above you, a maniacal grin plastered on her face as she beams down at you, her thrusts get harder. Your head lulls to the side, letting you look down your torso as your entire body scraps against the coarse concrete floor. The scrapes bleed, leaving splatters along the gray floor; a stain that will forever stand as an Earthly reminder the day that the high heavens lost.

The filthy distressed sounds falling from your mouth are uncontrollable as Kate fucks into you, never letting you adjust properly and just forcing you to take what she gives you. The shaking from your first orgasm has yet to subside, your muscles just tremble from fatigue as you work to try and keep up with the girl above you. She leans down, close to your face, and licks a stripe up your face. “You look so pretty when you cry for me, paulo amores.” Each time she speaks, her voice seemingly gets raspier and deeper.

Long fingers slip out of you for a moment, and relief floods your system. As your body finally begins to relax, the burning sensation of pain becomes overwhelming. The archer spits on your puffy cunt, a cooling drop that runs against the used redness between your thighs. Tears are still streaming down your face and you’re hyperventilating, but even with the edging you are grateful for the breather.

Working on your ragged breathing you weren’t ready for the bulky fist to ram itself into your raw cunt. Anguish is all you can feel as your body vibrates in pain, but Kate is just cooing down at you. “Did I hurt you? I must have misunderstood how you’re drenching Daddy’s hand.” She casually looks around, taunting you as she thrusts into you. She almost looks bored, as if the way your tender throat scratches as you scream isn’t entertainment enough. “If you weren’t enjoying yourself then you wouldn’t be squeezing my fist so tightly. Your pathetic pussy wouldn’t be about to cum.”

It’s almost as though she’s punching you, taking whatever anger she feels out on you. She takes your safety and your enjoyment at little regard, only using it against you as she bares her fangs at you. Each slam into you takes the breath out of your lungs, and it almost feels like your heart stops each time she rams her fist back into you.

Even with the pain, something about the way she looks at you makes the shattered coil in your stomach come back to life; tightening quickly. She doesn’t try to stop you from squirming, only snickering as you move about, her free hand pinching and pulling at your nipples. They feel raw and extremely sensitive so the moment that she stabs her pointed nail the stream of tears down your cheek floods. Kate scrunches her face, cooing at you, as she abandons your breast in lue of your pulsating clit. “Is this not enough for you? Do you seriously need more to get off? Going to be a fun toy for me to break.” Her voice becomes muffled as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

You shake your head, screaming for her to stop–that you hate it but you knew it was a lie. The coil in your stomach was on the verge of breaking once more, the heat overwhelming as you dangling over the edge for the second time. “A beauty like you destined to be in the high heavens dragged into the pits of hell for being a disgusting little whore. How tragic.” A joyous smile stretched across the winged girl’s face as she spoke, jet black eyes as soft as possible as her gaze bores into you. A high pitched giggle falling into the air. “Letting a pretty demon steal your soul just so that you can cum, damning yourself for the chance to be played with. Such a sinful act that you could only want to be mine.” The ocean blue eyes that you had come to know flash for a moment, drawing you in and cracking the coil in your stomach. “Say your mine, and you can be my good little meretrix until the end of time.”

Blubbering as you fight everything in your mind to try and find a way out of this. This isn’t what you wanted, you knew you were good and you didn’t want to go to hell. Her sparkling fangs, catching in the moonlight above makes your sobbing catch in your throat, and you know deep down that she has ruined you. No one would be able to touch you the way she is and it broke your heart to go against your moral code, the beginning of the corruption. Kate can barely hear you mutter out “yours Daddy”, a chant garbled in the messy noises being forced from your body, but when she does her thrusts turn brutal. The moment she leans down, her tongue just barely licking at the slick covered clit your entire body convulses. The coil in your stomach shatters and your orgasm rips through you.

The moans for the first time are louder than your sobs and Kate smirks against your clit when it becomes apparent that you truly are enjoying this. She continues to rut into you, dragging you into another orgasm. It’s all too much and your body is overheated, your entire torso soaked with sweat and your thighs slick to the touch. You try to raise your hand, a silent plea to stop, but you have no energy or strength and you’re forced to take everything that she gives you. Ripples of arduous pleasure sweep across your skin, leaving your muscles in an excruciating tense state. Your body breaks before her stamina does, darkness overtakes you as she shoves you over the edge again.

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The portal opened just as you stood on your shaky feet, legs still unstable and barely able to hold your weight. You’re barely supported by Kate who is helping you step over the burning circle when you hear someone land behind you. The archer tugs you the rest of the way into the portal, rolling her eyes as you collapse at her feet. Her wings unfurl, looming over the both of you as she stands tall. “Are we really going to do this now?” You watch as a bow materializes in her hand, it’s smokey and the same dark purple as her wings.

The bright figure steps towards the portal, kneeling to be closer to your level as he reaches out to you. He doesn’t even flinch when Kate snarls at him, her fangs prominent as she lunges forward as a warning. “Come with me, The Holy Father will save your soul. He loves you as you are, take my hand for I can carry you to him. Our father cares for us very much and will protect you from the corruption that is the bastard demon.” The archangel crawls a bit closer to you forcing you to squint against the bright light he emulates.

An arrow with dark energy streaming out of it shoots directly through one of the angel’s wings causing some white feathers to flutter towards the ground, sizzling as they burn. The man stumbles, a pained grunt falling from his lips as he looks up at the source. “Mikey boy, c’mon. I really don’t want to do this, I’ve been beating your ass for the past few decades. I just want to take her home and truly ruin her soul. Don’t make me waste precious energy when we both know this is going to end with you limping back to Daddy, crying about the big bully who beat you up again.” You watch as Kate sighs, rolling her eyes as the man stands on his feet.

She looks down at you, a smug look on her face as she leans down to run her thumb across your lip. “Pay close attention, μικρός θνητός. Daddy know you’ll love this.” Your gaze was stuck on the mass that ended up being a fight. The two immortals clashing at supernatural speed made it difficult for you to actually see what was happening, only catching glimpses of the brunette whenever she stopped moving. It felt like only a few minutes had passed when a blinding light exploded from the middle of the blurry blob, causing you to curl up to shield your eyes.

When you finally could look up, Kate is dragging one of the large gold-white wings dripping with Ichor. You could see the man in the distance, erratically flying upward. The brunette steps back through the portal, stopping directly in front of you. She’s covered in splatters of shining gold glitter and cuts leaking what looks like steaming molasses. A cocky smirk is across her face as she grips you on the back of your neck, using her hold on you to yank you up onto your feet.

She’s directing you down a hallway, shushing you as you whine trying to lick at the liquid along her skin. “Shut the fuck up dumbass, can’t have you dead yet over some blood.” The demon rolls her eyes, chastising you again when you whine over not being able to lick at the liquid dripping down her biceps. You can see her starting to transform even more as the two of you walk, no longer just wings and fangs but her entire body seemingly loses its color. A ghastly hue falling over her and smoke emanates from her, hanging in the air almost precariously. Her eyes sink in, large dark circles almost completely enveloping her completely jet black irises.

Kate rolls her eyes as your head moves around, trying to see the top of her own head. “I don’t have horns yet, they…haven’t grown in yet.” She’s grumbling, a grumpy put out look adorning her face for a moment. A shadow falls along her cheeks, and the corner of lips quirk up into a small grin when you realize it’s her way of blushing. This huge, seemingly invincible, demon is embarrassed by her lack of horns and you found it absolutely adorable. You can see her struggle to compose herself in front of you, and suddenly it hits you that here alone she seems young.

Just as she was on Earth, sitting in your living room laughing over movies and tossing snacks to each other, the vulnerability is different here but it feels almost the same. A single moment hanging heavy in the dense silence, the fear you felt since you stepped into the abandoned building melts to the floor. It’s foolish but you can’t help it as you slip your hand up to her hair, once again trying to see if you can feel the start of horns. Kate snaps her teeth at you, her fangs just barely grazing the inside of your wrist before the stoic mask falls back in place as the two of you approach a grand looking entrance.

Two creatures push open large doors to a hall where the moment that the raven haired girl comes into view rambunctious cheers erupt. You struggle standing as the sheer amount of emmentating evil threatens to stop your entire body’s functionality, but it’s almost as though a darkness wrapped around you protects you. Fuzzy brained and blurry vision, you’re shoved on your knees in front of thrones.

“Today we welcome home our princess, Kolvunek! Victorious and with a war medal! Take the mortal to the pits, we no longer need her.” Several bodies are swarming you, your body unable to fight them off when a familiar dark purple wing impales all of them.

The second comforting wing pushes you backwards, protecting you as you cower behind the girl’s legs. “She’s mine. Ayin says we can keep playthings, this one is mine.”

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kitmoas · 2 years

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in the devastatingly beautiful dream, found glistening love

Summary: A broken promise leaves you numb

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Dark SW!Wanda, Dark WestView Wanda, Dark Fic (Stockholm Syndrome, Mental Manipulation, Alludes to kidnapping, Hostage Vibes), Power Bottom Wanda, Milf Wanda, Mommy Kink, kinda intense choking, lots of magic use, numbing kink?, lactation kink, if you squint slight somno, double sided dildo/strap vibes (listen wanda made it so its special)

*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: I do be out here not caring what time i put out these treats for Occult lol BUT say hi to our amazing SW mommy. Once again this is not edited so any mistakes pls just ignore lol

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Wanda’s jaw drops as she walks up the sidewalk to her house, the entire front yard has scattered decorations and half built characters all over and she can hear yelling from inside. She sighs as she struggles to keep her anger under wraps, work has been entirely too annoying and this was just another thing she knew that she would have to clean up. Her entire life was turning into messes that she just had to clean up; work, people, spills, stains. She was starting to lose patience, eyes flashing the dangerous crimson, as she slammed open the front door. There are fake spiderwebs all over, paper Mache thrown precariously all over, and she could hear pans clanging together in the kitchen.

Shaking her head she storms towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the glue her heel just got stuck on. She spots you with the boys, intensely stirring something in a pot and your tail mixing some rice krispies. “What the heck is going on here and why is my entire home a warzone?” The ginger tries her hardest to not raise her voice, never one to truly yell at her boys, but she just wanted to come home and relax.

The three of you whip your heads around, eyes wide as you stare blankly at her, before the boys panickily look at you. Slowly your tail puts down the bowl, quietly directly Billy to take over stirring the pot. You cross over to the witch, hands open and outstretched cautiously. “Wands, the boys and I were just decorating for Halloween. I know it looks crazy now, but I promise it won’t be by the end of the night and you won’t have to lift a single magical finger.” Scanning down her body, you can still see her tense muscles and the wisps of scarlet leaking from her ash dipped fingers.

Trying to find the best way to defuse the situation as easily as possible, you slowly kneel down. Glancing behind you to make sure the island is blocking you from the boys, you sit back on your knees letting your jaw go slack as you look up at her. Tightening up your form, not allowing your muscles to slack or your posture to bend, you let a small pout form on your lips.

She rolls her eyes down at you, flashes of ruby taking over the usual forest as she tilts her head down at you. Your tail whips out, wrapping around her leg as you soften your own eyes and scooch forward just a bit. Her ash dipped fingers twitch, something you take note of with an excited wiggle as you try your hardest to stay in position. A huff pushes past her lips before she shoves her thumb into your mouth, her eyebrow lifting as she watches you eagerly suck on it. Leaning so that your head is tilted back uncomfortably and she’s leering over you, “If you break that promise you’ll be in serious trouble, understand?” Shushing you as you try to mumble an answer, she shoves her thumb farther down your throat. “Don’t speak unless Mommy says you can. I will be relaxing in my office, and ordering dinner. If the yard isn’t cleaned up before dark, there will be issues. If the house isn’t spotless before bedtime, it won’t be the boys in trouble.”

Wanda rips her thumb out of her mouth before you can really answer, spinning away from you and exiting the room. You’re left tumbling forward as your tail tries to grasp at her, landing you face first. Scrambling to get up before the boys come over, you crack your neck knowing that the rest of the night will take a lot of attention and focus to keep all three of you on task.

Somehow the three of you actually get the entire front yard put together on time, and the boys are extremely excited about how it looks–their mother will be even more happy that powers weren’t used at all. Dinner was delivered and you dutifully brought the ginger hers, as the rest of you decided to snack on the food as you continued to finish up decorating inside.

Tommy was building the last of the different characters he wanted inside and Billy was hanging up some more signs. Everything was going according to plan as you were trying to put the finishing touches on the caramel apples when you heard a squeaking door, and your blood turned cold immediately. You see the boys snapping up, heads turning to see their mom standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. She doesn’t say a word, just points towards the stairs, and you see the twins hang their heads as they head to their room. Wanda pointedly clears her throat, tilting her head at you as she waves her hand. The entire rest of the house is cleaned up, and the remaining spooky prep finished. “You know where I want you. I’ll let the boys know you said goodnight.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Your knees were beginning to sting as you knelt, thighs wide, in front of the bed on the wooden floor. The ginger had been gone for a while, most likely reading a story to the boys, and it was stressing you out a bit. Your tail swaying a bit behind you, a nervous tick you had, but you nearly jump out of your skin when it hits something. A hand wrapping around your throat from behind makes you freeze, “I wouldn’t break position if I was you.”

Yanking your head back, you can feel the pain in your neck as you’re forced to look up at Wanda. Her eyes are burning bright red, almost like flames igniting. Digging her nails into your throat, she coos as you choke more. Letting go of your hair she waves her fingers in front of your face, her amused expression draining. “You made Mommy a promise, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger, correct?” Her grip turned painful, her upper lip wiggling as she glares at you. “But if I remember correctly, I lifted an entire hand.”

Strangled asinine words fall from your lips, as your tail whips around panickily. With a single scrunch of her nose you feel your clothes melt off you, the harsh rush of cold air from the fan above causing goosebumps to paint your skin. Her hands trails across your body, groping at your breasts teasingly. A breathy laugh fills the air as she watches your nipples harden, scratching at the sensitive swell.

You watch as she slowly circles you, reaching out to toy with your body randomly. Pulling on your tail, letting her boot rub against your exposed cunt, shoving her fingers into your mouth; every single action is planned and precise as she pulls you into a needy mess. “You know, I really wanted to come home tonight. Have a fun night with the boy maybe even take a family walk with Gunther to get rid of his energy, and then let you use me as you wanted. Mommy knows how much you like to feel all powerful, your brain thinking you’re so big. Instead I have to put you in your place, again.” Her eyes flash dangerously, as she stares you down.

Even with the way her voice chills your bones, the way her hands drag along your body has you dripping onto the floor. She’s always had such an easy time riling you up, maybe it was your ability to absorb her magic that gave you a connection on a whole different level. Her soft hand cups your chin, pulling you as far up as she can while still leaving you on your knees, her own lips stretched into a teasing smile as she lets them ghost along yours. Never fully touching, Wanda mocks you–pushing you to fall back onto your ass.

With a squint of her eyes, her beloved strap appears on your hips and the other side fills you instantaneously. It draws a throaty moan from you as you adjust to the feeling of fullness so quick. “Keep your eyes on Mommy, and maybe if you’re good you’ll get a reward.” Her gaze turns scarlet as she moves forward to straddle you, the ruby mist streaming steadily from her hands envelops your entire torso. It vibrates as it sinks into your muscles. The slow but constant thumping behind you is normal but as the witch is slowly moving down your strap the sound starts grating on her nerves.

A quick flick of her finger and your excited tail slings up to coil tightly around your throat. Sharp point laying on your pulse, and Wanda’s fingers hooked underneath it, she finally lets her body move. Riding the strap slowly at first, you start panicking when you realize you can’t feel anything. Watching with wide eyes you could see the ginger bouncing in your lap, and you know that the harness would be rubbing against your clit as per usual but it’s almost as if you lost all feeling in your body. You’re supposed to be feeling aroused, dripping for her, and mentally you know that her movement would be pushing you to the edge.

Tilting your head as far back as possible, her grip on your shoulder is like a hawk and the one on your tail is brutal as she shoves against your throat. Hearing her broken moans, gasping as she struggled to catch her breath, made your brain fuzzy. It was beyond frustrating not being able to feel anything, and truthfully it was starting to mess with your mind. Each time she whimpers your name, you can just feel the beginnings of arousal shooting down your spine and it clouding your brain before her magic swallows it up. A grumpy pout forms along your bottom lip and you try to use your best pleading eyes, but the witch just chuckles.

Blazing crimson eyes boring it yours, and her bottom lip captured between her teeth Wanda moves faster on top of you. “Oh detka, Mommy wishes you would just listen.” Her sentence is rushed, forehead leaning against your cheek now. “I just wanted to play with my pretty girl, but you just had to go and piss me off.” Her teeth nip at the thin skin along your jawline as she growls, the aggression coming through as it vibrates through your skull.

A sudden tsunami of arousal hits you, the feeling in your lower belly just barely registering in your brain. Eyes rolling back into your head, a pitiful moan tears its way up your throat. Even though the sensation is light, you can feel the way you’re dripping onto the sheets and clenching around the toy inside you. The heat disappears along your numb torso but your throat is flushed, and the weird staggered feeling is overloading your foggy brain.

Tugging your tail tighter around your neck, Wanda chuckles as she watches your eyelids flutter. “You sound so pretty when you’re choking, princess.” Her hips stutter when her clit rubs roughly against the harness around your hips. “H-how’s it feel knowing you’re going to get off just from your pretty tail wrapped around your neck?”

Excitement floods your brain at the knowledge that you would actually be allowed to cum today, something you thought would be off the table for days. The way your hips involuntarily jump not only pulls your mock collar tighter around your throat, but shoves the strap farther into Wanda. Throwing her balance off slightly, she hugs you close as she momentarily almost loses control. The feeling of your strap bottoming out so aggressively made her eyes roll back and choke on her breathing.

The carefully controlled mist flickers, her magic struggling to stay consistent as the older woman trembles above you. She had been monitoring how much feeling you could have, only allowing enough to tease you but in that moment as she struggled to not fall over the edge your arousal hit you full force. It felt like a hurricane, exploding inside of you, and suddenly you could feel the way the small dildo inside of you rubbed against the soft spot and the harness grazed your throbbing clit. Pulsing and hard, each time even a little pressure was added a whimper tore through your lips. It was almost too much, the amount of pleasure that hit you overwhelming your body and mind.

Already foggy brain felt like it was drowning and you could barely see, it shoves you over the edge. You can feel it all across your body, fire blazing as your orgasm erupts. Unable to stop yourself, you slip back and Wanda’s hand instinctively protectively slipping back is the only thing that saves you from slamming your head into the wood floor. “Mo-Mommy too much t’much no…no ‘lease no more.”

Your begging goes ignored as your body shakes beneath Wanda, who’s hand is painfully pressing into your throat. Your tail is almost limp around your throat as it tries to not hurt you, but the pressure as the witch uses you to chase her own high. Thrashing about you can feel yourself slipping into unconsciousness at the lack of air, but she’s demanding you cum with her and your body lives to listen to her.

Vision blurring, black slowly taking over until all you can see is the ginger’s head thrown back through hooded eyes. The ringing in your ears and the rushing of crimson mist in your brain is the last thing you remember before your second orgasm slams into you. It drags a searing burn through you, and your body can’t keep up as you fall into unconsciousness.

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It’s warmth and slow rocking that you wake up to, throat in pain. Struggling to open your eyes, fist coming up to rub at them. You finally see Wanda above you, cradling you, with a soft smile and your favorite forest green staring back at you. “There’s Mommy’s lil beasty.”

When you try to speak your entire body flinches at the sharp raw ache resonating from your neck. The witch above you shushes you, running her ash tipped fingers along your cheek. “No speaking little one, you did very good for me. I have something that will help your throat.” She’s pulling down her tank top, exposing her full breasts. They are already leaking a little bit, something that makes Wanda cringe internally.

Guiding your head to her chest, a sharp breath scraps through her teeth when you bite down on the first nipple. You quickly go limp in her hold, the warm liquid filling your stomach and luring you back to your sleepy state. The scarlet witch smiles, singing a lullaby softly as she watches you fight against exhaustion. She knows she doesn’t need to say anything, sparkling ruby glitter in her milk will solve everything.

Along your body it’s almost like your skin glistens with her signature color, a mark forever on you, as your eyelids flutter closed. She knows that Halloween would be the easiest day for someone to recognize you after your demand to go trick or treating in your natural state, not a single ounce of magical disguise. It made her nervous, no matter how much she tried to control her entire world she knew it wasn’t logical if she didn’t want to affect her boys too much. It meant that would leave you vulnerable to someone from your own multiverse finding you, but with scarlet shimmering and glowing all throughout your being she just had to trust that her magic and love would win above all else.

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kitmoas · 2 years

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Only the brightest are seen in the dark

Summary: Being in nature really brings out a fun side

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, strap on use (r receiving), Spit, Magic use, Play under Alcohol influence, Anal play (does that need a warning?), degrading, names, Dommy Kate :)

*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*

A/N: A little treat for the trick of the demonic witch Wanda fic not coming out quite yet. Just a quick, fun little drabble of our favorite little foursome. I didnt edit this sooo any mistakes are mine lol

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

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Currently you are kneeling at Wanda’s feet, pouting, as you stare out the window at all the kids running around. She’s humming and dancing a bit in her spot as she stirs the pesto sauce that she is working on, completely ignoring the way you try to get her attention. The speakers are drowning out your whining, and if anything it’s just frustrating. Today was supposed to be a good day but the brunette can’t just let a few things slide.

“You forget that I can hear your loudest thoughts without even trying, little toy.” Her magic vibrates against your skin as she tips your head back to look up at her. She just stares at you, one eyebrow lifted.

Before the witch can continue the elevator dings and out piles Peter, Yelena, Kate, and an exhausted looking Natasha. Your girlfriend crosses the room, nodding her respect at the older woman before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. “When can we break the tiny one outta jail, oh Great Wiggly One?” The archer playfully bows, teasing as she gestures to your kneeling form.

Your best friends run up, the younger spiders crowding Wanda as they smile widely. “Do not be boring angry emo, it is scary weekend!” The blonde swipes a slice of steak, gnawing on it as she walks away. She plops down at her spot at the table with her feet up on an empty chair.

Peter nods shyly, still a bit nervous around the powerful witch. “Yes, please Ms. Wiggly. It’s Halloween, and whatever she did the punishment can wait, can't it?” Even with a touch of flush rising to his cheeks, everyone can see the young boy is finally getting comfortable with the entire group and even the dynamic.

You can see the older brunette’s mask start cracking, a small smile twerking up the corner of her lips. She rolls her eyes, her magic flowing from her fingertips as she plates up the dinner. Following the brunette as she walks to the table, shoving Yelena’s feet off the chair before sitting, you lay your head dutifully on her thigh as you keep your focus on her face. “After you all eat, detka here can be freed from her apparent prison.” Her scarlet lips leave a stain as she takes a sip of her wine, her free hand gesturing at the rest of the table for everyone else to start eating.

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By the time your group made it to the secluded section of woods, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, all the younger agents and even the young Avengers all running around. Kate, practically bouncing in her spot, as her fingers are tangled in yours. You know she’s trying to be a good dominant foundation, keep within the boundaries and rules because of your behavioral slip up earlier, so you try to not push her weakness too much. You can see Wanda and Natasha in your peripheral vision, the two giving each other a skeptical look as they observe the archer.

The night was fun, everyone drinking and experiencing a Stark Halloween Bash. You were surprisingly allowed to drink, though Kate was taking her role very seriously and just nursing a single Apple Elixir. Already feeling a bit buzzed, your guard was completely down as you and Yelena stumbled out of the Zombie Hunt game. “I cannot believe you left me for dead! I’m your best friend!” She was screaming flamboyantly at you, a grumpy pout decorated her painted face.

Peter and America rolled their eyes, knowing that this would be the argument. Ignoring the other two, your jaw dropped as you swirled to look at the blonde. “Excuse you! You literally shoved Peter into the horde then told America and I to go after him while you ran away!”

Your argument is interrupted by Kate, who slips behind you and is lifting a cup to your lips before a word is even uttered. Sinking back into her taller form, she wraps her arm around you and lets a kiss ghost your temple. Muttered praise warms you from the inside, and adds to the fog settling over your brain. You barely register her sending your friends away, a smile on your face as you realize what your life is like now compared to years before. Swaying with the love of your life as you watch your best friends run around like children, screaming at the top of their lungs. “C’mon little Chew Toy, I got one more surprise for you.”

The archer has to support your body as the last drink fills your veins with the burning alcohol, falling over your own feet and air. You're walking away from the lights and action, deeper into the dark woods and it suddenly feels chilly when you’re not under the heat lamps. Voice slurred and slow, you try to ask the brunette where you’re going but she just shushes you. Leaning you against a random tree, she traps you there as she looks down at you.

Tipping your chin up, she pulls you in for a kiss. It’s heated almost immediately, her lips moving against yours too quickly for your muddled brain to keep up with. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away, and takes a few steps back. Before you can complain, two figures drop down from out of the tree above you.

Gloved hand covering your mouth before you can scream, and it’s only when you see the crimson mist hovering in the air that you realize who it is. Wanda and Natasha are standing side by side, dressed fully in black even with masks over their faces. You look around trying to find Kate, but you realize that here in the dark you can barely see her as well. Her dark hooded costume makes her almost melt into the shadows while your bright nonsensical costume stands out aggressively.

You’re being pulled around, shifted and shoved, as the three silently manhandle your body. Cool leather touches your bare thigh, making you squeak at the temperature change. “You know, your Mommy really made a good choice putting you in this slutty little skirt.” The ginger’s voice is rough, raspy in your ear as she gropes your ass.

Unsure if it’s the alcohol buzzing through your system or your natural reaction to the widow, but you’re already starting to feel warmth growing in your stomach. Kate slides up next to you, her calloused fingers roughly tangling in your hair as she yanks your head back to look up at her. Running her free thumb down your face, cooing at your unfocused eyes, she pops it past your lips. “Such a dumb lil thing, already can’t think and your Daddy has barely touched you.”

A twig breaks and you see Wanda hovering a few steps back, her fingers dancing with a small red orb. She just shakes her head, a stern look on her face as she pointedly stares at Natasha. The feeling of the ginger’s hands cupping your breasts, makes your eyes flutter, the thin shirt barely a boundary between the two of you. Her soft touch as she pulls and twists as your nipples is always something that overwhelms you, lighting the fire of arousal deep in your bones.

Kate drags your focus back to her, smashing your mouths together in a messy kiss. Heated and forcing you into immediate submission as she forces her tongue in your mouth, her grip still tangled in your hair at the base of your skull. Just like every other time the two of you kiss, your heart stutters and your breath catches in your throat. The way the archer claims your mouth is different than how anyone else ever kisses you, such a casual dominance filled with the most pure feeling of love and adoration that you truly get lost in it.

It wasn’t until a low vibration began spreading along your stomach, making your muscles twitch, that you tried to pull away from your make out session. A rough yank on your sore nipples makes you yelp, tearing your face out of the young Avenger’s grip. “Nuh uh, Malyshka, focus on what you’re feeling.” Her grip on your breasts drags you back, grinding into you as you moan. The feeling of a hard bulge draws a wet spot on your flimsy thong, your arousal finally leaking through.

A broken moan falls from your open lips, when the ghost of fingers slip along your slit. Rubbing your clit as Natasha grinds into you, Kate is unzipping her costume. Holding onto your jaw, she lets you have a few moments of drooling over her flexing abs as they come into view. “Such a pretty mouth making such pretty noises already.”

The vibrations grow along your clit, slipping down to your leaking hole. “Enough playing around, people are going to start looking for us and today isn’t a day that I want to share the Toy.” Wanda’s voice is stern, directing her attention at the Russian who has been barely touching you. You feel more than hear the ginger chuckle against you, her bulge rutting into you and forcing the misty orb to slip into you. “If you’re going to fuck her, get to it. Unless you can’t get the courage to, are you scared of the woods Natsy?” The mocking tone makes you clench around the small quivering sphere.

Drawing you in, the archer slips two fingers into your mouth. Shoving them down your throat, her lip slipping out to lick at her bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for your fuzzy brain to start reacting, mumbling out Puppy the more she gags you. Strands of drool start dropping, catching along your jaw. “Open your mouth. Let me play with my little Fuck Toy.” Not another second of warning, Kate’s drool covered fingers roughly gag you before ripping from your mouth.

Heaving mixes with your whimpers, the magic filling you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eyes fixated on how the CEO in front of you strokes her dark purple strap, covering it in your drool. “Yea, cmon Master. Don’t get all soft on me now.” Kate’s voice makes you whine, shrill and catches the attention of a few lower level agents who try to see what the commotion is. A deep resonating growl pulls from the brunette’s lips as she forces her strap into your mouth, muffling the loud gag.

The magic within you is leaving your thighs shaking, growing as it vibrates in you. It didn’t take much more than the mutt mocking her for Natasha to finally jump into the game. Flipping up your skirt, she slips your thong to the side. Taking a second to watch the way you clench around the leaking scarlet, the ginger finally lets a strand of spit land on your puckered hole.

As her hips push the head of her strap jade eyes flicker up to meet dark ocean, she teasingly lifts her eyebrow. “Don’t get too cocky now, Mutt. I know you won’t last longer than Toy here, maybe you’ll even break the little witch’s rule of the night.” Between the anger that flares in Wanda’s magic and the way the two Avengers thrusting into you at a competitive level, you had a feeling that this would be the end of Halloween for you but the start of something even more fun.

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