my people skills are rusty

Key to the Garden

(Completed)

Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Dark Witch!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark Witch!Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader, Dark Witch!Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader

Masterpost

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Cut Your Teeth

(Completed)

Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Fem OG Character x Fem!Reader

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Seduce and Destroy

Dark!Thranduil x Fem!Reader

Intro

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Shallow Waters

(Completed)

Dark Biker!Tony Stark x Fem!Reader, Dark Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Dark Biker!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

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Run Into Trouble

(Completed)

Dark!Bandit Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Masterpost

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In My Heart, In My Head

Fae!Bucky Barnes x Fem Fae!Reader, Dark Fae!Steve Rogers x Fem Fae!Reader

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Wicked Games

(Completed)

Dark!Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

Masterpost

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Lost In Your Current

(Completed)

Dark!Alpha Tony Stark x Fem Omega!Reader

Part Ten (other parts in mobile masterlist)

Just Another Lullaby

(Completed)

Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader

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Don't Tell Me You're Sorry

(Completed)

Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Dark!Wanda Maximoff

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Drabbles/One shots

Under Your Spell (Fem Omega!Reader x Dark Alpha!Loki)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

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How quickly Steve came into the driveway, you were worried he was going to drive through the garage door. But the car came to an abrupt stop causing you to lurch forward painfully against your seatbelt.

You followed him, trying to keep up with his pace as he took to the stairs. At the door, he turned on his heel, and lashed out to grip you by the back of the neck. You winced at his tight hold as he tapped in the door code and flung the door open. He marched you into the house. The smell of dinner cooking made your stomach rumble. Wanda was in the kitchen, hard at work. Steve's pounding footsteps and you scrambling to not trip over your feet drew her attention rapidly. Her eyebrows rose in bewilderment at the scene, her hands going lax holding the handle of the skillet and the spatula.

Steve did not spare any words as he half dragged you down the hallway out of her sight. He brought you to the master bedroom, and let go of you. Snapping his finger he pointed to where he wanted you to stand. He went to the suitcase specifically for toys and dug through it, pulling out bondage rope.

"On your knees," he snapped, coming back to you.

Reluctantly, you did as he asked.

"Grab the bedpost."

Inwardly you groaned, knowing he was going to leave you for an undetermined amount of time tied up as punishment. He knew it was uncomfortable and you hated it, which made it one of his favorite choices when he had to dole out a lesson.

He made quick work to tie a complicated knot around the bed post.

You barely heard Wanda's footsteps over Steve saying snidely, "I probably should've let you go to the bathroom first, shouldn't I have? That's too bad. You make a mess, I'll make you stay down there even longer."

"What's going on?" Wanda asked confused.

"Ask that stiletto of hers why it found home into my foot when I was just trying to get off," Steve spat as he strode past her.

Wanda's gaze flicked back to you, astonishment reflected on her face. After a few moments of gathering herself, she turned fully towards you, crossing her arms and cocking an eyebrow expectantly.

You swallowed thickly, down casting your eyes submissively.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

In a whisper, you told her, "Sir was embarrassing me, mistress."

Wanda inhaled and inquired, "How so, pet?"

"He wanted to use me by the roadside. On the hood of our car. Someone could have seen me..."

You were met with silence. You did not dare look up.

Without a response, you heard her turn around and walk out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

You slumped further against the bed, disappointed in yourself for upsetting both of them. Why had you reacted like that? They take care of you. You should be grateful. They loved you. They said so.

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~PAST

"You should be grateful," Wanda remarked, her hand cupping your chin. "You have not one but two of us that wanna cherish you."

You had been locked away in the apartment Steve had rented to give the three of you privacy for a month at this point. You were only allowed on the balcony with supervision and you were on your best behavior to not lose that privilege whenever you were out there. If you could not even be outside there, you would go mad.

They had explored every inch of your body at this point, bringing you to quiver in sinful ways countless times. Each orgasm encouraged them further to break you down and mold you to be their perfect plaything. Steve was rougher than Wanda, less forgiving if you did not behave the way he wanted you to. His spankings when you misstepped like not having correct table manners, coming before he gave you permission, or forgetting to fold his clothes the exact way he wanted left you unable to sit comfortably the next day. Wanda was more patient but no less domineering, especially if you forgot to tell her you loved her. And make her believe it was true.

They both had their quirks but the thing they had in common was wanting to possess you.

Your lips parted slightly as her thumb came to swipe softly along your bottom lip, a flash of sensuality sweeping across her face at you allowing her access to your mouth willingly.

"I am grateful, mistress," you promised.

Her lips curled into a smile. She leaned down, her bare breasts brushing you as she laid a soft kiss.

The bed creaked with Steve's added weight. Wanda did not let go of your face so you could not look down at him pushing your legs apart to expose you fully to him. But you felt his lips on your inner thighs, kissing and sucking down closer to your pussy. Each passing second made your breath a little quicker as he took his time teasing you. Steve's breath was hot, making you twitch in anticipation as he hovered above your sex. His tongue swiped up tantalizing you and he nipped at your apex gently before going back down and pushing his tongue in further this time, but just as slowly. You did your best to not rut towards him - he controlled the pace, not you. Acting out like that would cause punishment.

When he flicked his tongue against your nub, you whimpered. That broke the dam and Steve's tempo sped up, sucking and circling with fervor.

Your eyes met Wanda's and you saw hunger swimming in her gaze, watching you squirm and grow warmer as your orgasm swelled.

Unlike when Steve fucked you, you did not need permission. You released, your back arching and a shuddered cry falling from your lips. Steve slowed as your orgasm subsided, humming in approval against you.

"Good girl," Wanda praised, caressing your cheeks. "All good and wet for me now, hmm?"

Your vision cleared as Wanda's touch left you and she shifted off of the bed. Steve inhaled deeply, nose still pressed to your sex and you gave a soft cry at the ghost of the touch.

"You ready to thank me for treating you so sweetly, pearl?" Steve husked, straightening up.

You nodded dumbly and he gestured at you to sit up. Clumsily you did as he beckoned, catching a glimpse of Wanda coming back to the bed, pumping lube up and down her strap on. Despite how wet you were, she was always careful with you.

Steve laid back spreading his legs enough to let you come up in between. His cock was full, leaking precum. You ran your tongue up before wrapping your lips around his leaking tip. He groaned lowly, tipping his head back.

Wanda brushed at your sex, her fingers flexing into the soft flesh at your hips. She slid in with ease. Your moan vibrated around Steve's length as you adjusted to the thick toy.

Setting a steady pace, Wanda spoke admiration for you, adding to the tightening coil in your core. You were good, you were perfect, you were hers.

Steve's hand came up to the back of your head holding you in place as he thrusted relentlessly chasing his high. Tears stung as he hit the back of your throat. Being so full and having just finished on Steve's face insured you were not going to last long.

But the rules.

Steve could tell. And he was being nice when he spoke.

"You wanna cum?" Steve husked.

You could only give a half nod but he felt the movement all the same.

"You my pretty thing?"

Another nod.

"Gonna always be good for me?"

Yes!

"Fuck, come on. Reward mistress. Cum all over her."

Your legs shook and you almost collapsed as your eyes rolled back, your orgasm rolling through you. Steve sped up and groaned as he spurt down your throat.

You wanted to pull away to feel the cool sheets against your sweaty skin. But. The rules. You sucked gently to soothe Steve as he came down. You had to get every drop and help him spiral down.

Steve caressed at the back of your head and rasped, "Fuck. My perfect pearl."

He pulled his cock from your mouth and you rested your head on his thigh as Wanda was still seated in you. There was one more thing before you could rest.

"Thank you, mistress. I love you."

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You lifted your head surprised as the door to the bedroom opened maybe an hour at most after they had left you here confined. Of course your legs were numb despite trying to shift around. Steve was good at securing a tight knot.

They both entered the room. Wanda made her way to you while Steve leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly. He was barely keeping the irritability off of his face.

Wanda crouched before you. "Eye contact." You lifted your gaze. "You need to apologize to Sir."

"I'm sorry." You said it without looking at him. You had not been granted permission to make eye contact with him.

You felt Steve shift and Wanda held up a hand. He stopped moving.

"For what?"

"I challenged him. And I tried to injure him."

Wanda nodded, "That's right." She stayed still, searching your face. Her eyes narrowed slightly and you felt her prodding. She was entering you in a way more intimate than Steve ever could dream to. Something in her eyes softened and she relaxed. "You are sorry."

It was not a question.

"Hmm," she murmured.

She pulled away slightly and reached up. She untied the knot holding you to the bed giving you reprieve. You made to pull your hands to your chest but she grabbed you quickly, stalling your movement. She handled the marks on your skin with care, eyes fixated for a few moments. When she looked at you, her expression was tender.

"You're back here with us. You have privacy." She shot a look at Steve that did not go missed by you as she said, "And he's sworn to protect you. As am I."

With that, she got up and turned to go to the door.

She had done something. Said something to him. You felt it in your gut. Steve had never left you for this short of a period when he wanted to punish you.

"Mistress?" you croaked.

She came to a stop by the door, holding the handle, and turned to look back to you.

You swallowed sharply and said weakly, "I love you."

The only indication she had that your words had effect was her hand tightening on the door handle.

"Be good for Sir," she said, before leaving you alone with him without a glance back.

Your head was resting on the window, watching the vast ocean go by outside as Steve sped down the coastal highway. The pink and orange hues reflected on the water from the setting sun, sparkling even as the water grew darker with the loss of light. It was breathtaking but you were too tired to properly enjoy it. Which irritated you; you had never seen the open ocean before. You sighed, the glass fogging, thinking of all the running around Steve had forced you to do the last handful of days. The three of you had taken a trip to celebrate a year since you had been collared by the two superheroes. Steve wanted to explore and keep busy. And show you off. He relished in how people snuck glances at you in the short sundresses he made you wear and knowing he owned you. Wanda as usual was more reclusive, comfortable with lounging at the Airbnb when Steve whisked you away to some new event during the day. Your days were filled with constant activity and your nights were filled with being pressed between them, your body ravaged.

You had been free once. Before you had signed up to work at the Avengers facility. You wanted to grow up the ranks, put yourself out there.

All it had done was put you directly in their sights. An itch they desperately wanted to scratch cause you were dutiful. Except to Stark. He was someone you had an aversion to. You tried to hide it but he hid a smirk every time he spoke to you cause he could see how much he irritated you just with his presence.

That drew their attention too. They were on his team but only on fragile terms.

And when the war was done, they just wanted reprieve and something to give them control and comfort. Especially Wanda. She had lost everything and Steve could not bear to try to revisit the past, even though he desperately wanted to.

Finding you still alive at the facility and with a bright smile only flamed the desire to have something of their own that survived as simply a human being. You were a trophy. Something they had saved. They would cherish you. And would make sure you remembered who put themselves on the line. Who picked you to make sure you would enjoy the best in life after the world had seen the worst. How else could you repay them except falling to your knees... obeying their whims... allowing them access to you as repayment for all the work they had done to make sure you could lay on Egyptian cotton...

The car was slowing, drawing you from your eyelids starting to droop.

You lifted your head feeling the car veer off towards the side of the road. Steve was pulling off onto an empty overlook. Your shoulders slumped; you were hungry and wanted to be at the Airbnb to go to bed.

"What are we doing, sir?" you asked him in a soft voice to avoid sounding accusatory. That would only make him mad, challenging his authority. That was a lesson you learned early on. Steve was Captain. You followed his orders.

The car came to a stop and he threw it into park. "Come on, let's get out. It's supposed to be the best view this stretch of the highway before we get back. And the light is about gone."

He pushed his door open. Sliding out of the car before you got a word in edge wise. But what else should you expect? You had never had a voice in this relationship to begin with.

Unbuckling your seat belt, you opened your door and climbed out of the car. Steve was already standing by the cement barrier, hands in pockets and admiring the view. Modeling what behavior you should mirror to please him. Look at the view. Be grateful he was providing you this opportunity.

You came up beside him, placing your hands on the barrier, peering out over the water. Even in the almost shade of night, the water was beautiful. Maybe even more than during the day. It was serene, the waves lapping at the shore in careful succession. You found yourself falling into inhaling and exhaling to match the waves. It eased something inside you. It might have been hours you stood there. A soft smile crept across your lips. Maybe it was okay that you stopped here. Despite your exhaustion. You were finally being given the opportunity to take in a magnificent sight that had been foreign to you.

Until Steve's voice so close to your ear startled you back to reality.

"Enjoying the view, pearl?"

You turned your head to answer but he was already leaning in. He caught your mouth, jolting you to him. Flush against him, his grip tightened on you as his passion intensified. His tongue swirled around your own, pulling you deeper into the kiss. When he pulled back, he exhaled raggedly. He was quick to try to flip you around. Your head was spinning as he forced you to bend over the hood of the car.

Out here? you thought panicked. Anyone could drive by and see you! Kissing was one thing, him driving up into you was an absolute other thing.

"Sir, we can't," you tried to reason with him, pushing back against his hand holding you down as he flipped up your sundress. "The cars--"

How could he do this? Interrupt your peace he tried to give you by just finally being able to enjoy a sight you had never seen?

"Let them watch," Steve husked, keeping his hold tight on your lower back as he forced himself in between your thighs. "Show them who owns you."

You squirmed as he pushed your underwear aside to enter you. You begged, "Sir, stop!"

Steve did not listen.

Irritation overflowed. You had been kidnapped. Forced underneath his boot. Hidden away. Refused autonomy. Among all the other bullshit. And now being humiliated this badly on a public highway....

You instinctively stomped back as hard as you could on his foot. Digging your stiletto in. He grunted loudly, probably more in shock than anything since he could take hits better than ninety-nine percent of the people on the planet.

Steve's hands left you swiftly, your dress falling down to brush at your thighs. He clamped down on the back of your neck and yanked you off the hood. Spinning you around he caught you by the face, fingers digging into your cheeks.

"How dare you, you fucking brat!" he snarled, eyes wild. You sputtered, knowing you had messed up but did not know what to say to get yourself out of it. You had meant it... the disobedience. You had not shown it for quite some time but he had pushed you. His fingers dug in tighter and he leaned in, his nose brushing yours. "Have you lost your mind?"

"I--"

"Shut up!" Steve ordered you, hand coming down to wrap up in the front of your dress. He flung you towards your car door. You stumbled, using the car to brace you from tumbling. "Get back in the car! Now!

Trembling as the gravity of what you had succumbed to with your loss of control in your emotions, you opened the car door doing as he demanded. You were supposed to be good. You were supposed to obey him. Please him for your own safety. You were given luxury... as long as you behaved.

You had failed. Miserably. You had defied the man who had preserved your safety.

You unsteadily got into your seat, pulling the door closed behind you. You could not do anything but look straight ahead as Steve angrily swung his door closed with a bang, aggressively pushing his finger to start the car.

You braced yourself when he slammed his foot on the gas, the tires squealing on the dirt before jolting you back towards the road. The car caught traction back on asphalt, quelling the anxiety of spinning tires.

Daring a quick look, you saw Steve gritting his teeth, shaking his head. He sensed you looking and his eyes slid to you for just a moment. But your blood went ice cold seeing the fury behind his gaze.