#{ Sheep in Wolf's Clothing | Midnight }

[midnightdemonhunter]

JILL WILL LEAVE YOU LONELY DYING IN A FILTHY DITCH!!!

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Continued from X ; @104thsquadfam

Midnight shook and hassled the chains that were place on her legs, an almost guttural growl coming out of her mouth-- He has to stop doing this. Despite Ares' little games, deciding where and what to send her too, something felt so deathly familiar about the dark and gloomy cell. It almost felt...familiar.

And the deep voice of Erwin Smith sealed it. She was back in time again...to the time of the Scouts.

Immediately Midnight stood tall, ocean blue eyes looking at the Commander with the same sort of respect as before. Now, being 19, she was a taller and stronger woman, hair of brown and freckled all over. The armor was much different too, and the Crystal engorged into her chest was definitely a sore sight.

The Satyrian sighed, her ears raising a little with a wiggle.

"I'm surprised you don't remember me! Who else do you know has my features, Sir?" She spoke with a distinct respect, moving closer to the bars. "I know its been-- it's been a while, but my vow to help hasn't waned one bit!"

[rineedagger]

I ASSURE YOU, THAT WE LOVE THE GRASS, THE AIR AND THE BIRDS JUST THE SAME.

I’ve been one of those people who takes responsibility for their own trauma— going to therapy, making sure I heal quickly and thoroughly. Worked to erase the "barriers" built by social anxiety, trying to "fix" my so-called "flawed" introversion or selective nature—too demanding, too unrealistic.

All in all, in a futile attempt to feel what I couldn't give myself: the permission to be loved disguised underneath perfection, friendliness and purity— like a clean slate, free of fangs and untainted by the rawness of life. Too naive to feel the difference between goodness and realness.

People talk about wanting to be seen within their flock, appreciated by their guardian dogs. But I’ve never wanted to be part of their world. I simply wanted to accept my own form, for I will never be loved in a place where carnivores are seen as devils in earthly shape.

And I assure you, that we love the grass, the air and the birds just the same—It is in our nature, our veins. It isn't my fault to be born this way. And I won't be ashamed, nor I'm not a lesser victim because of it.

[helloidkwhatimdoing-0]

A level exams got me listening to the music i listened to when i was 13 holy shit

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Midnight took a second to pause-- she hadn't realized she was being so antsy. She put her hands together and breathed in slowly, placing them firmly at their sides. "Right...Sorry, I'm a little anxious. If it were my choice as a commander, I would have done it already...probably less costly, too." She mumbled at the end, making her ears flick downwards. She felt different for a second, acted that way too-- she seemed much more agitated.

Still, she made the effort to join them on top of the wall. Her entire body ached, and she felt like dying then and there, to be fair. The ration did help however. She didn't care that it was mostly things she couldn't eat, like potatoes or bread, she tried her best to eat what she could without getting poisoned.

...Never mind, she still felt a little hazy. Ultimately, she decided to lie down by them, eyes simply glued to a certain star in the sky.

"...Get good rest, gentlemen, but don't be too comfortable."

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Midnight hummed in Zeke’s direction, as he turned around she eyed him carefully. She really didn’t like him, nor his attitude one bit. Yet, it was for the best if she were to continue her little botched plan. She didn’t even know who Pieck was, but she assumed it was that titan that took Ymir away– no such thing existed as sane and normal titans, after all. She walked over to Bertholdt and Reiner once they began talking of the briefing. She didn’t look to happy still about the situation.

“You plan to hide me? That would only add to the scout’s worry…are you sure?” She asked, putting her hands on her hips, blue eyes piercing directly at Bertholdt. She sighed, still knowing that she was going to. “If I get an order, I will carry it out. Let Zeke know, ok?” She felt the bitterness drop off her tongue, how disgusting it was to even mumble his name. Her ears lowered as she looked at Reiner, still hearing his heart beating from her spot standing. She…would be alone with him– and that glint in her eye meant business. She was like an entirely different person, then.

“What are we waiting for, then? Let’s get this show on the road!”

     “ Even if he gave you something to do it’s not like you could do anything....” it wasn’t like she could kill the Scouts if they asked her too, and not just because of her guilt or loyalty to them...it also had to do with the fact that she couldn’t break some rule about messing with time...at least from what he understood.

     “ But....I’ll let him know.” he added calmly ignoring that stare that bore into him like a blade, he had no doubt that if she could she would have killed him by now or at least be attempting to....it must have been eating away at her not being able to dispose of them “ We’re not putting our plan in motion yet, we still have time....after all the Scouts still need to regroup so they won’t be here for awhile...so instead we’re all moving to the walls. Reiner can you stand?” Bertholdt now asked turning to look to the blonde who’s gaze was on the ground seeming lost in his own world before he snapped out of it.

     “ Ah....sorry, yes I can move on my own.” he assured him before slowly pushing himself up. His legs were still a bit shaky but he managed “ Alright then let’s head over to the wall....We’ll rest there...come dawn we’ll get up early to prepare for our mission.” he added before making his way towards the wall. Reiner stood there for a moment in silence as he watched Bertholdt leave before quietly following behind.

     He didn’t try to talk to Midnight...why would she want to talk to him? 

     It wasn’t long till Reiner joined the others on the wall and moved to sit near the fire Zeke had started up, preparing some rations and tea “ Alright we’ll take this moment to rest until tomorrow so be sure to rest.” Zeke said handing the rations out to them all, making sure to give Midnight one as well. 

[robo-writing]

Kinktober Day Twelve: DOFP! Logan - Somnophilia

| Kinktober Masterlist |

He lies awake at night, a hunger festering inside. He’s starving, yes, but it’s not an appetite food could fulfill.  He’s trying to be subtle—if you can even call it that—palms stretched across the expanse of your body, as if his slow movements could somehow detract from the fact that his mouth waters at the thought of you.

You’re so soft, even after years of marriage he’s astonished by how you fit so perfectly against him. He’ll never understand it, flawed as he is, you choose to stay by him—comfort him both emotionally and physically. 

He almost feels guilty at times. 

You sleep next to him, the peaceful rise of your chest, how you rest yourself into his side and hold him close—your relaxed state in perfect contrast to how tense he is. While you dream of sheep, he daydreams of being the wolf that takes advantage of the flock.

He can’t help it, he thinks as his hands travel to your thighs, he can’t help it.

He maneuvers his way between them, a single finger stroking against your cloth covered mound as you stir in your sleep. The action makes him stiff, waiting for you to relax before tentatively playing with your pussy once more. Soon a touch isn’t enough, fingers curling into your panties and pulling them down, that damn hunger evolving into gluttony itself.

He dips into your honeyed center—a taste, then a mouthful—devouring your pussy like a man starved. He can feel your walls spasm around his tongue, how your thighs clench around his head while he savors you, and it makes him all the more desperate knowing that even unconsciously your body sings for him.

You’re close, and he knows it. He knows it in the way you squirm under his touch—a habit that seems to be ingrained whether or not you’re asleep—he knows it when he sees your chest rise and fall, and he knows it when he sees your eyelids flutter open.

Confusion written on your face—a mix between befuddlement and arousal—the beginnings of what would be a question on your lips had it not been interrupted by a moan, brought on by his skilled mouth against your clit. He adores your shaky little breaths when you’re right on the edge, even more so when he knows you’re still trying to understand what exactly is happening—so shocked that you can’t cover your mouth in time as you scream his name. Your juices coat his tongue, his beard, and he’s all the better for it, watching you grind your wet pussy against his mouth on pure instinct alone.

The air is heavy with the sound of your labored breathing. Slowly, Logan lifts himself from between your legs, wiping what remains of his endeavor with the back of his hand before kissing at your exposed skin. 

“Sorry for the surprise doll, I got hungry in the middle of the night and I needed a midnight snack.”

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{ oooo pretty }

[siremasterlawrence]

Paying My Dues

Hey guys last new story for a week or two I need to take a break after some strange three half weeks. Nearly had two incidents with cars, had family medical health issues and I need to focus on me. See you guys in two weeks.

The moon is full circle during super high tide all over the house as midnight appears it is shining on full display looking quiet bold and white dancing across the sky as I welcome my many guests on honor.Ten actors who are either clearly in of help from someone who is willing to go their even if they don’t appreciate them at all because well I am Master Lawrence and I am fucking super awesome no matter what you think. I am standing in front of my mansion as they all walking through the door as I slide them both to the side fully opening the door for him as I smirk and watch as Chris Evans is exiting the car happily. I spot him from a faras I smirk waving him forward in to the void of my home he soon notices the place is at odd totally empty and he panics as he can’t escape all that’s left is a letter written in ink for him to read.

Tom Hardy walks in to the home with a hot and heavy world of some sort of issues for me to play with as my appetite only grows the more I play and I lead him in to similar room as Chris. His issues grows intensely as he takes another step he is stuck in the center of the room as his life flashes by him and all he can do is fear what’s next no way he can fight it. No matter what he does, he says or thinks, and feels he stuck here with a strange letter on the table as he picks it up for a chance of a lifetime and he opens it to a shock. He grabs the knife cutting the top of it open as he yanks the letter from the envelope, inside on the piece of paper he isstun to see the words you will get freedom from all that plagues you if your give me your talent and career.

“Alan…Alan” a ethereal voice calls to him as he is recording a new video on his waked YouTube channel.

“Why are you so conflicted?”

“Who are you? Is that portal?”

“Never mind that, you have lost your way and you need help.”

“I can see when someone does not appreciate what they have.”

“I do and you are a crock shit “

“Why are you so scared then?”

“I am not scared of anyone “

“So come to the mirror”

“Fuck! Fine”

“Hey wait! Release me “

“Read this “

“What the…”

“I give you permission to take the life I have and all that comes with it “

“Hell no! I did not authorize that “

“Hahaha “

“What’s is funny?”

“You just did dummy “

“Where are am I?”

“Hey Liam!”

“How did you get here?”

“All good buddy “

“We agreed to me”

“Since when?”

“It’s not important “

“You think so?”

“I know so”

“Who are you?”

“I am you now, we agree to switch”

“Impossible “

“Look in the mirror”

“I am your life”

“No? Get out of my body”

“This fine specimen is my body “

“You will learn to love this new world like your allies “

“Bastard! I will…I will…what was I saying?“

Chris Pratt use to appeal to me as the super kind affable guy I could hang with until this bullshit with his kids and his wives because he is wolf in sheep’s clothing because he is a dick. It’s the perfect night to stay at home with his wife and kids unfortunately for him my future pet he is a total dip shit that is totally unaware that his family disappeared until 8 pm. He sighs getting up from his seat as he roams out of the living room in to the ever winding hall to his mansion but he soon is distracted with a bright light in his master bedroom as he races upstairs. What finally hits him he is alone a he stares in to a empty room from the hall and he creeps in like the little shit notices the mirror is glowing in a wake blue color he sneaks closer and a hand yanks him in.

Stephen Amell should learn to stay at home instead of wondering our of his front door in such a state early in the morning, nah just joking I woke him up with a phone call early in the morning. He screamed at me as if I care I mean really nobody is going to think twice that man loves to make scenes like when he went off in his wife in a drinking stupor on the airplane such a embarrassing man.

“Why do I feel like the house is stifling me tonight?”

“That strange call left me feeling hot”

“Seeing my wife irritated “

“She will kill me if she wakes up”

“Ah fuck it”

“Such a bitch “

“I need man time for myself “

“By my”

“Out in the…the…woods…who the fuck are you?”

“I am the guy …”

“On the phone ?”

“God! You are tense “

“You are major trouble”

“Shit! Should I be scared”

“Not! Zip it “

“I am charge now “

“I will be disappointed”

“So time for a lesson”

Tom and Colton are in a major independent project shooting in England somewhere in the background of the set the camera is all a go ready to roll and they talk unsuspecting the danger looming ahead.

“Where is everybody?”

“Anybody?”

“Say cheese “

“Fuck! I can’t see”

“Am I blind?”

“Your eyes will return momentarily “

“Bastard “

“Pussies! Do a me favor?”

“Never “

“How collaborative?”

“Not working “

“Kneel NOW!”

“You can’t…”

“Tell me”

“No way!”

“Kneel “

“Much better “

“Good bois “

Ben and Chris this is a party like no other

as they enter into a misty plane through the door into a whole new world, the doors been closed their lives are vanishing into avoid of dreams, self-destruction, self obsession and happiness into complete submission.

“Congratulations! You made one hell of a Faustian deal!”

“All of you in here will escape the lives you are dreading.”

“What do you get in return?”

“Your talent, your life and your everything “

“No takesy backseys”

The end

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The humans...don't see this man as one of them? How...peculiar. Midnight could understand the want of being alone, but to be alone for that reason? It was something that...bothered her. A familiar feeling, for sure.

Her ears flickered as a gentle wind blew, teal eyes taking in the human's own elfish features. Midnight could feel the embarrassment come across her face-- so much for traveling and being 'self aware'. "...Right...? I...suppose that makes two of us."

He looked normal enough to her...How odd. Maybe he was an elf or something.

Her voice was like grovel as she mumbled, slowly kneeling closer to the fire. "If you don't mind, I-I just need to ask a couple questions. I would in the village, but I don't feel like getting cut. A few hours by a fire is all I need, then I'll be on my way."

"If not, then it's alright." She eyed the group again, now unsure with ears folded back.

The creature seemed frightened. Which...puzzled Mizu. Weren't demons supposed to be...aggressive? This one reminded her of a lost lamb. But when she heard the woman speak, it dawned on the samurai that she was intelligence. She could communicate. Like a human.

She lowered her sword but did not sheath it. Not yet.

"Irony." She replied to Midnight's first question but did not deign to elaborate what she meant.

And what do you know? A demon that was also polite. Go figure.

"...I prefer solitude." She said slowly, taking in more of Midnight's inhuman features, but this time with genuine curiosity instead of wariness. "And the humans down in the village...don't see me as one of them."

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"Happy Valentines day, everyone. I hope everyone was safe."

[2lut4u]

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[vinylfoxbooks]

Marauders band AU where they make an announcement that Pete is leaving the band for mysterious reasons. The band entirely stops interacting with him and Pete deletes all of his stuff and goes radio silent.

Despite constant nagging from their fans, no one ever talks about it. The only evidence that Pete was ever part of the band was the videos of them all together that people got (Pete never sung in their songs, and they changed all their album covers that had him in it).

What the band does does do, though, is release a song. Wolf in Sheep's Clothing. But they never talk about it's meaning, and the fans figure -- even if they don't want to believe it -- that it has something to do with Pete's leaving a year before.

Five years after they announced Pete's departure, and four years after they released the first song, another single comes out. Right as the clock strikes midnight to October 31st. A remake of the same song, only the fans make note of the "this is still about you" at the beginning of the new one.

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Midnight wasn't going to argue with the doctor-- as much as she would have liked to. She knew that some doctors needed both hands for a procedure like that, and she--well...she didn't want to break the poor humans hand. Still, The Satyrian's clawed hand reached up for her hand, calloused and delicate digits rubbing against her own soft ones.

Midnight squeezed the hand firmly, her teeth gritting slightly in preparation for the needle that would pierce her skin. Angel...in a way, was right. The hand was bringing some comfort. "Please...make it quick.

Angel considered the reply, marking her agreement with a soft nod, now preocupied with once again finding the silver needle within the depths of her ancient leather satchel. Light tears and drapes on the bag marked its age and how long it had been hung from the medic's frame; nearly 3 years in total.

"Im afraid, I would rather not give you anything to harm your teeth on." In the few seconds of silence she had gotten close, the gleam of the stitch glimmering between her fingers as she looked down at the girl, frowning slightly. "Hold my hand as an alternative.. Its what the wounded I treat do..." That was true, Angel's small pale hand was often used as a comforting pain reliever, even if it felt like the squeezing shattered her bones nearly each time.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Midnight | Masterlist | SR

“Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.”

Summary - When Spencer Reid left the BAU after his stint in prison to pursue a more unsavoury career path, the last thing he expected was to have company on his journey. But after finding yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time, you become entangled in Spencer’s murderous web and the inadvertent Bonnie to his Clyde. Now the cops are closing in on the two of you and if you don’t act fast your torrid love story could meet its tragic demise.

A/N - this fic is based off songs by the band Set It Off. Most chapters come from their album “Midnight” but some taken from other albums.

Pairing - Unsub! Spencer x Fem! Reader

Category - angst | smut | hopeful ending

Content Warnings - unsub! Spencer, destructive and slightly toxic relationship, smut, blood, murder (chapters will have their own warnings).

Coming Soon. Chapter Navigation under the cut

More chapters to be added soon

Chapter One - Killer in the Mirror

Chapter Two - Hourglass

Chapter Three - Nightmare

Chapter Four - Duality

Chapter Five - Never Know

Chapter Six - Raise No Fool

Chapter Seven - Go to Bed Angry

Chapter Eight - Dancing With the Devil

Chapter Nine - Who’s in Control?

Chapter Ten - Why Worry?

Chapter Eleven - I’d Rather Drown

Chapter Twelve - Better Than This

Chapter Thirteen - Different Songs

Chapter Fourteen - Bad Guy

Chapter Fifteen - The Haunting

Chapter Sixteen - Dangerous

Chapter Seventeen - Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Chapter Eighteen - Uncontainable

Chapter Nineteen - Stitch Me Up

Chapter Twenty - Unopened Windows

Chapter Twenty One - Miss Mysterious

Chapter Twenty Two - Skeleton

Chapter Twenty Three - Catch Me If You Can

Chapter Twenty Four (Epilogue) - Partners in Crime

[deliciousangelfestival]

Café for Killers || 2 - Nick Fowler & Loki

Summary: In this café, where people usually enjoy their coffee, after 12 a.m., the actual customers arrive, posing a risk to the temporary owner's life as she works here.

Character: F!Reader x Nick Fowler x Loki

Chp 1, Chp 2 .-

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

'Ring.' The sound of your alarm woke you.

You grumbled and rubbed your eyes with your fingers. Grabbing your phone, you saw it was already 10 a.m. Your sleeping schedule had also shifted because of the caf��'s late hours.

The café had already been opened by your morning shift employee, who also knew the true purpose of the café. But it was your duty to handle the midnight guests.

After a quick shower, you headed to the grocery store to buy ingredients. There would be five midnight customers tonight. Most of them were regulars, but one had a specific request. He liked anything with mint—mint chocolate cake, mint iced coffee, cold brew.

When you arrived at the café, you immediately started making the cake. Your hands moved swiftly and efficiently, mixing the ingredients, baking, and finally decorating the cake with a minty touch.

Once the cake was done, you continued with the night shift, taking orders from students, nurses, and other night owls. The café bustled with activity, but your mind was on the midnight guests.

'Clink.'

The bell on the back door rang, signaling that the special customers had arrived.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself, and carefully placed five drinks and the mint cake on a tray. With a determined expression, you carried the tray towards the private room, ready to face whatever the night had in store.

☠️

As usual, guards were stationed at the private room's door.

When you walked in, you saw that all the customers were already seated at their respective tables. But something was off. There were supposed to be five customers, but there were six. The unknown guest was sitting with regular, Nick Fowler.

Nick Fowler, according to the information from your uncle, was a CIA agent. However, he was actually a triple agent and a broker. Your uncle had even noted: "Don’t trust him."

“There it is. You’re worth the wait,” Nick said with a smile as he saw you come in with his favorite treats.

You nodded at him, noting how he always wore a nice suit to project the image of a gentleman. But you knew better; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Your eyes shifted to the woman with red hair seated beside him. Noticing your gaze, Nick explained, “She’s my ex, and we need to talk.”

You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything and left his table. If your uncle were here, he would have kicked Nick out for not mentioning he was bringing someone in his booking note. But you weren't your uncle. You'd probably be dead if you tried to kick Nick out of the café.

You moved to another table to deliver their drinks, then stopped at one in particular. This customer always ordered the same thing: a hot Americano.

He also always came on the same day. Professor Loki.

Handing him his drink, you observed him for a moment. His presence was as mysterious as his name suggested, and he always seemed to be deep in thought.

From his info, you learned that Loki is a nuclear physicist, mathematician, and, most dangerously, an expert in poison—especially snake venom.

He seems dangerous, but he’s the only customer who remains calm and acts like a normal patron. He opens his laptop and starts working, unlike other killers who clean their weapons while enjoying their coffee.

“Thank you, dear,” Loki says with a British accent.

You nod and finally leave. Tonight might be different from yesterday since most of the killers here tonight are in the calm category, unlike Lloyd.

You open your phone and decide to watch a series to pass the time. But then you hear something.

‘THUD!’

You run to the private room and see Nick already on the ground. He looks pale and is struggling to breathe.

The woman is already being detained by the guards.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, your heart pounding as you enter the scene.

Loki was already checking on Nick, his face calm and composed. He adjusted his reading glasses and examined the scene carefully.

“It looks like he’s been poisoned,” Loki said, his voice steady. “Most likely a mix of aconite and snake venom. We need to neutralize it quickly. Do you have any activated charcoal in your first aid kit?”

You nodded, trying to keep your panic in check. “I think we have that.” You ran to grab the first aid kit, your heart racing.

As you hurried away, Loki glanced at the woman who had been detained. “Mace, was it?” he asked, his voice carrying an edge of curiosity. He heard Nick say her name before he fainted.

Mace glared back at him but said nothing, her eyes filled with defiance.

Loki looked at Mace, his eyes cold. "You made a mistake coming here. It must have been Nick who invited you. Don’t you know attempting to murder a regular faces severe consequences?”

Mace glared at Loki with anger.

Loki chuckled. “Nick is a smart man. He also chose the same day I visit this café. He had it coming.”

Mace glanced at the door, realizing she had no way to escape. Her only hope was you.

“No,” Loki continued, reading her thoughts. “She can’t help you. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t know all the rules of this place.” He went to his suitcase and picked out a syringe and a small bottle of liquid.

Mace's eyes widened, and she tried to scream, but the guards had gagged her. “Emrgh!”

Loki drew the liquid into the syringe. “It’s a new discovery from a snake I found in the Amazon,” he explained with a sinister calm.

He injected the poison into Mace's neck, his demeanor calm as he enjoyed his work. “If we let you leave, you would hold a grudge against this place. I can’t let you do that.”

Mace shivered, her body feeling hot and cold at the same time. She glanced at Nick, who was still struggling to breathe and cursed him for bringing her to this café. She had thought it was just a regular coffee shop. She never imagined it was filled with killers.

Slowly, she lost consciousness.

Just then, you appeared, carrying the first aid kit. “I found it,” you said, breathless.

Loki grabbed the kit from you and found the antidote for Nick. “He will live,” he said calmly.

You sighed in relief, then realized Mace was missing. “Where is she?”

“The guards are taking her to the car,” Loki replied, standing up and returning to his table. He continued his work as if nothing had happened.

The other three guests remained unfazed by the commotion.

You shivered and bowed slightly. “Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll bring snacks.” You hurried back to the front of the café.

Loki watched you leave, a chuckle escaping his lips. This was why he liked this place—a sanctuary for people like him, where there was no judgment.

Even though the urge to kill each other sometimes surfaced, it was the only place that fit people like him. And the bonus was having a cute, innocent barista like you. Seeing you trying your best to serve killers was amusing while clearly being scared.

He hoped your uncle would stay in the hospital a bit longer.

Who's going to be the next killer coming to the café?

You can decide which character and what skills they have by writing it in replies or reblogs.

[vase-of-lilies]

❀  Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Wanda x Vampire Hunter!Reader(F) (Some Wolf!Bucky x Reader x Wanda)

❀ Warnings: Non-con, dubcon, violence, vampire-esque content, dark!Wanda (she’s a warning…), blood and gore, draining of a body, biting for sexual stimulation, overstimulation, fingering, violence, swearing, use of a dagger, knife play, forced to strip, getting bitten by a vampire but not turning into one, bondage (restraints from ceiling), a punishment, pet names (Sweetheart, little one, etc.), slight somnophilia, spanking, and more!

❀ This is my second entry for @eloquentreverie ’s dusk till dawn challenge! The sentence I chose is:

“Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetics and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. The pictures go to their rightful owners on Pinterest, and the comic-style pictures belong to the beautiful artist Jenifer Prince.

❀ I hope you like this addition to the collection of Creatures and Foreigners! I would die and be resurrected for vampire!wanda. Literally. This is a re-write, since the original was in 3 parts. To keep this organized, I just made it one post!!

It was time… It was time to catch the creature that was terrorizing the beautiful village you live in. Yorkshire is where you are from, where your beautiful home stands. It's a small cottage with a perfect view of the mountains gracing the East, the sunrises your favorite part of the day. When the sun sets in the west, it's when everyone locks their doors with iron chains, keeps a wooden stake by their beds, a garlic circle around their homes, and prays to the [whichever you believe in] and hopes they survive the night. 

You finally had the will to change this. To help the people you love feel a little safer at night who were terrified of the vampire who lived in the castle on the South Hill. The dark bricks and stones towered over the town, casting a large shadow over everyone at dusk. That shadow was the sign that it was time to prepare for the worst, for the creatures of the night to begin hunting for their midnight snacks. And lastly, for the vampire to find her next source of blood. 

For Wanda, she always loved human blood but never complained with cow, or sheep blood. It was the blood of a fighting soul that tasted best to her. There was something so satisfying watching the life drain from someone’s eyes once their body is empty of their blood. However, whether it was a man or a woman, she loved to torture them before she killed them. She would keep them locked up for days, weeks even, and keep them on their toes. She would feed them one day, and then break their legs the next. She was a storm that you never want to be stuck in the middle of. 

Packing your sash full of what you need was not a challenge at all. Each piece of equipment had a slot that it belonged to. One for your wooden sword, a small chain of iron links, garlic garland, iron cross bow, and last but not least your gun with the solid iron pellets ready to kill any vampire you see. It was not very heavy as one would think, having it around your shoulders made it very easy to access everything as well as keeping it light for you to carry around the woods. 

Wanda, being one of the only vampires in Yorkshire, knew she was being hunted. She could sense the tension coming closer to her castle every step you took down the newly stoned and paved pathway. She could smell your villager blood from miles away. It was a scent she could decipher in a split second. Cow blood smelled cold, almost like a winter morning. But human blood smelled like the moon had created it, making it much more appetizing than a mere animal. 

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You could see the dark bricks of the castle from a far, your wooden sword drawn and ready to strike anything in its path. The forest became silent, indicating a predator was near and hungry. Leaves were heard crunching under fast footsteps coming closer and closer by the second. Your head whipped from right to left, not knowing where these footsteps were exactly. 

“Show yourself creature!” You shouted into the darkness of the forest. 

“Who are you?” A dark voice echoed in your surroundings, not pointing in a certain direction. 

Not shying from her, you answer honestly. “Y/n, of Yorkshire.” 

She chuckles, “Ah, so townsfolk, hm?” She watches from behind a tree as you struggle to find where her voice is coming from. She senses your fear, so to make matters worse she drags her nails against the trees creating an ear-splitting noise, making you drop your weapon and cover your ears. 

“Ah!!” You shout in pain. As you pull your hands from your ears your skin is coated in the sticky, crimson liquid. “Your time has come, y-you evil creature!”

Wanda chuckles at your struggle, “My time will never come… but yours have.” 

Your brows furrow and you reach for your iron bar. You smirk as you hear the hissing of the vampire, her power of sounding everywhere fading significantly, pointing in the direction of where she could be. “Don’t fucking come near me!” She growls, hiding behind another tree.

“Oh, so I found your weakness…”

She whimpers in response, “Don’t t-touch me!” Lighting your lantern, your eyes catch movement, and you grab the chainlink and throw it to where you see her. 

“Aha! Finally!” You walk over to her, smirking at her as she falls to the ground. “You are going to grant me a fortune…” You say darkly, looking at her with false pity in your eyes. Around you, a growling catches you off guard. Looking around, you don’t see anything immediately, but what Wanda says churns your stomach. 

“Y-your in t-tr-trouble.” She stutters, moving away from you slightly. Wanda smirks and you jump back in fear as a large black wolf shields the vampire. Grabbing your dagger, you lunge forward with no fear. 

“She’s mine!” You growl, slashing the wolfs shoulder making him whimper but he pushes through and pounces on you, biting your leg and ripping a chunk of skin off. You scream in pain, and scamper back as He rips the chains off of Wandas body. 

The last weapon you grab is your gun. You cock it back and point it at both the vampire and the wolf. “Stay back!” A whimper leaves your throat as you scoot back again, your leg dragging against the damp and cold soil below you. 

Wanda glares at you her eyes turning red and a red light appearing at her hands. Before you can pull the trigger, she flings the gun from your hands and your head follows it. Like lightning, your sash of tools was cut from your body and you were flung over Wandas shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

Your arms and uninjured leg flail as you fight against the strong grip of Wandas arms around you, and as you look down from over her shoulder you see the wolf looking up at you smugly. He was with her all along, he wasn’t trying to take her too… You sighed and continued to struggle, all the way to the castle, down two flights of stairs, and through a door to a dungeon full of cells. She throws you onto a dingy cot in the corner of a cell, cuffs your wrists with metal cuffs that don’t hurt her, and leaned against the bars. 

“Let me go you monster!!” You pull the chains connected to the wall hoping to break them. But to no avail were you able to get out of the rings that locked your wrists. 

“Not happening.” Wanda states, staring at you from the edge of the cell. She looks at your leg and her hands turn red once again. You were scared as you felt the tingle in your leg, watching in awe as the chuck of skin missing from your leg was miraculously healed with only a few scars. It was just like the townsfolk said, she will torture you one day, and heal you the next. Making you unaware of what is going to happen next. 

You growl and shout at her. “What do you want from me??” You look up at her, tugging and pulling against the chains again. 

A hard slap across your face shuts you up, and you fall against the cot in surprise. You feel the hand shaped sting and a bruise already starting to form from how hard she hit you. “You tried to kill me and wanted to kill my baby!” She rubs soft circles against the wolfs slick black fur, and he whines softly as she grazes over the cut on his shoulder. 

You look at the wolf who is now eye level with me and you glare as you see your blood staining his teeth. “F-fuck you.” You whisper at him, scooting back as you feel blood dripping from your nose, the act of the slap causing trauma to your nose as well. 

“Oh don’t listen to her baby,” Wanda says calmly as she kneels next to the wolf beside her. “You’re such a good boy.” She smiles as he lets out a happy ‘arf’ and you roll your eyes at them.

“He’s a dumb dog.”  You scoff, leaning against the cool brick wall as you hold a piece of your dress against your nose. To your surprise she slaps you again, making you whimper once again. 

“He’s not just a dumb dog!” She shouts, outraged at your utter disrespect towards her loyal friend. As she was about to lunge at you, a gust of wind blows against your body and you look up to see a greek god of a man, who was formerly the wolf. You yelp in astonishment, never thinking that a werwolf and a vampire would ever be on the same team. 

“Mistress, she’s not worth it.” The man says, holding Wanda by her hips as she tries to scratch and punch at you. You scoot impossibly further from them, and you see Wanda visibly relax as the man holds her hips in his hands. 

“Bucky, she hurt you… she has to pay.” She whispers, ghosting her fingers over the wound on his shoulder. 

He only chuckles and cups her cheek. “Hey, it’s ok… it’ll heal up in no time. She’s weak, it barely hurt.” He kisses her lips, and gently runs his fingers through her hair. You growl and you look away from them, telling yourself internally that you are strong and that you almost had the vampire until the stupid dog showed up. 

She only sighs, staring up at him. “Such a good boy, protecting your mistress…” You mute them in your head as you look around, trying to find any way of escape. Pulling against the chains keeping you locked to the wall was not an option anymore, and fighting was practically useless against either monsters. Maybe it would be a good idea to cooperate. NO! No, don’t fall for her enchantment. She is evil. 

As Wanda sends a final slap to Buckys ass, he leaves the cell and you jump at the door slamming. It was when you were alone with Wanda that your fear really kicked in. “Hmm… look at you all scared.” She saunters over to you, a sadistic smile pulling at her lips. Chills are sent up your spine and a shiver shortly follows. You are vigorously pulling at the chains, whimpering every inch she comes closer to you. 

She sits down on the cot next to you, grabbing your newly healed leg and digging her finger nails into the sensitive skin. “Ah!! St-stop! Stop!” You sob, trying to push her away with all your might. She doesn’t budge and chuckles. 

“Now why would I do that?” She raises her brows at your reaction, smiling as you writhe against her, your whimpers music to her ears. She is arouse by your writhing and she digs her nails even deeper, tears free-falling down your cheeks. She ignores your pleas, shaking her head in disappointment. “You hurt my love. I certainly won’t stand for that.” 

You turn your head, your teary eyes focusing on the lines of the bricks stacked around you in your small cell, trying to ignore the pain in your leg. “What d-do you want f-from me?” You ask in a shaky voice, trembling under Wandas touch. You are confused as you feel warmth on your leg where her fingers had drawn blood. 

“You taste so fucking good…” She whispers. You furrow your brows and you realize she had tasted your blood. You pull at the chains, managing to kick her away from you as you struggle. She growls, having none of what you are giving her. She pounces on top of you, making you groan in pain. “Be grateful I didn’t kill you!”

A pained whimper makes you resent her even more, so you gather spit in your mouth and spew it onto Wandas face. She wipes the spit away in disgust and smacks you across the face again, much harder this time. Your vision becomes blurry and your head feels like it is in a daze. “Please, l-let m-me go,” You stutter, whimpering as you feel helpless looking up at her from your position below her. 

She ignores you and she runs her nose against your neck and to your ear “No,” she whispers, her fangs barely grazing your neck. With a smirk, she closes her jaw, puncturing your skin with her teeth. You scream in pain, your back arching against her as you struggle underneath her. 

It takes everything for Wanda to not drain you, so she pulls back reluctantly. “Shit, you taste like heaven,” she moans at the taste of your blood, smiling as she licks up the puncture wounds adorning your neck. “Mmm, you look better like this…” She says, looking at your writhing and twitching body on the cot. She bites her lip, her pussy starting to form a slick spot on her under garments. Her smirk scares you, and you stare at the ceiling trying to pull at the chains but failing miserably. 

“Please, n-n-no mo-more,” you curl against yourself, trying to hide your vulnerable form from your captor. She smacks your thigh, making you turn around on your back again. She chuckles darkly and bites her lip once again. 

“Look at you…” She says, not pitying you one ounce. It takes much strength to try and sit up, but you manage to do so with a lot of pain. Bowing your head into her lap, you beg her to make the pain stop. 

“Please! Pl-please it hurts s-so b-b-bad!” The bite pulses in pain, my blood pumping to try and close the wound. Sobs and whimpers make your body shake, and Wanda takes notice to her puncture wound on your neck. She sighs and begins to heal it, gently lifting you up. 

“It’s ok…” She says, rubbing small circles on your back as she lays you down on the pillow at the top of the cot. You quietly thank her as you feel the wounds on your neck close, the pain ceasing completely. 

“Why are you keeping me here?” You ask in a raspy voice, confused as to why she hasn’t killed you yet. She looks at you with a tilt of her head, thinking as to why she is keeping you. She smiles to herself and comes to a conclusion. 

“Because I like you. I don’t like that you hurt my baby, but I do like you.” You shook your head. Because she liked you? What is that supposed to mean? Not wanting to be on her bad side, you take the time to apologize. 

“I-im sorry I hurt him. I was trying to make my town finally proud of me.” You sigh softly, scooting away from her and pulling at the chains again.

“It’s ok sweetheart, you’re safe with me.” She whispers. 

“Dont you understand that Im scared of you?” You whimper, “Y-you bit me, a-and hurt me,” Your eyes meet hers, your confusion making you angry. “What is my purpose? A-am I just a toy? What am I?” You ask her, salty tears rolling in beads down your cheeks. She sighs and wipes the tears from your skin, giving you a soft kiss on the nose, ignoring your questions. 

“You’ll get used to me, I promise.” She smiles and pulls away. 

Your eyes narrow, as she stands up, leaving you. “What am I? Pl-please tell me!” You ask desperately, standing up with her but only making it so far until the chains pull you back. 

“Ill see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” Wanda says with a soft smile on her lips, closing the cell door and locking it. She makes her way up the stairs, ignoring your screams and profanities as she locks the dungeon door behind her and hanging the keys on the hook right next to it.  

When the sun rose the next morning, you waited anxiously for Wanda to come back down. Maybe she forgot about you, or doesn’t want to deal with you. What you dreaded most was the fact she may use you as a human blood bag and kill you. You didn’t fear death, you feared the feeling of your blood draining slowly from your body. The blood bubbling at every bite she leaves on you. The fear blocked the fact that it was morning, and she was most likely asleep in the darkness of her chambers above you. 

As you waited, you too fell asleep, dreaming of a place where you would rather be. Safe and in your best friends presence. “Steve… I miss you so much,” You whisper before fully dozing off. Deep in sleep, you don’t hear the metal cell door open and Wandas soft footsteps enter the room. You were too focused on staying warm in your shivering state. 

Wanda took note of your cold and shaking body, so she waved her hand and a soft, furry blanket appeared around your body. She smiled as you cuddled into the soft material and watched you sleep for a moment. Falling out of her staring trance, she sits down on the cot next to you. She gently rubs your back whispering, “Sweetheart? Sweetheart, wake up.” Instinctively you lean into the soft hand against your back, but the memories bombard their way back into your head making you sit straight up and scoot all the way back. 

You stared at Wanda with wide eyes, scared of her further intentions. You are confused as she hands you a bowl of cut up fruit and vegetables, curious as to where she got this food. “Here you go, eat up.” You furrow your brows and look down at the fruit, picking at it. Fishing for some type of sign of poison. Wanda just chuckles and leans against her hand as she watches you. “I promise, its not poisoned. You need to eat, especially after I drank some of your blood yesterday.”

Exhaling the breath you were not aware you were holding, you pick up a ruby, red strawberry. Ripe and firm to the touch. You close your eyes and let out a satisfied hum as you take a bite, the sweet tasting strawberry surrounding your tongue with glorious flavor. 

Wanda moves closer to you, sitting right next to you as you eat. She nuzzles her nose against your neck where two little fang marks sit proudly. You don’t take notice of her fully, the delicious fruit distracting you from Wandas intrusions, even lifting your head up in response. She hums a small chuckle and kisses your cheek, “You are so beautiful, little one. So beautiful.” Freezing your chewing, you swallow and look up at her in slight surprise, her comment catching you off guard.

Butterflies flutter in your belly at the closeness between the two of you, her warm breath against your lips and chin. “Do you really think so?” You whisper, not believing what she is saying at first. 

She nods, “I do, you’re so pretty…” She whispers back, kissing the soft skin of your neck. “And you smell so good, little one.” She hums as her nose moves up your neck, her lips pressing soft kisses in between soft sniffs. The gentleness of her gestures makes you drop the glass bowl in your hands, causing it to shatter against the stone floor. 

Both you and Wanda jump and she pulls away quickly. “Damnit, I can’t get many bowls or plates these days.” She murmurs, starting to collect the broken shards. 

“I-im sorry, I-it slipped,” You stutter, kneeling down to help pick up the shards too. You were too quick with the glass, cutting your finger in the process making you pull back with a wince. A small amount of blood oozes from the small cut and Wanda freezes, her pupils blown full at the smell of the exposed blood. 

She holds back, grabbing a small cloth from her dress and hands it to you, “Here.” She says curtly, but she is stopped. She tilts her head as you hold your hand out. 

“I can see how much you want it,” You say softly, wincing as she gently holds your hand in hers. 

“Are you sure?” She asks hesitantly, softly moaning at the smell as she gets closer. You nod and she brings your finger to her lips, licking the wound and emitting a low hum at the taste. Her eyes close and you look at her curiously. She is in a euphoric state, she is vulnerable and not paying attention when she is drinking your blood. Slowly you begin to become dizzy, the amount of blood coming from your finger increasing by the second. 

Before you can warn her, you fall against the mattress, fully losing consciousness at the loss of blood. Wanda sighs, laying down beside you on the bed. “It’s ok, I got you…” She whispers, her hand roaming the front of your body softly. Her hands cup your breasts, her finger grazing your pebbling nipple from under the fabric of your dress. Wanting to feel more, she unties the twine keeping the leather vest of your dress on and she smiles as it comes loose, your breasts showing themselves under the thin tunic. 

She reaches down your tunic, rubbing your bud softly between her fingers. Her lips kiss your neck, moving slowly down to your slightly exposed back. You feel her as you sleep, but you can’t comprehend anything to stop her. A small whimper exits your mouth and she pulls away for a moment, waiting for you to settle down again. Once your breathing is even, she explores further, lifting your shirt from your tucked in skirt. 

Her hand smoothes over your belly and just over the waist band of your undergarments, pushing under the fabric and to your soft curls underneath. She smiles as she buries her face in your neck, her fingers softly opening your petals and gently running her fingers over your slit. As she holds your folds open, she rubs circles over your clit, making you moan quietly in your sleep. 

As she pleasures you, she bites your neck softly only sucking a small amount of blood this time. Your gasp makes her smile around the wound on your neck and it makes her want even more of you. Her finger moves faster around your sensitive bud, your back arching against her front. Your legs open even more as you lay your head back against her. 

As she moves even faster, a strong and mind numbing orgasm washes over you, pushing you over the edge. Your legs shake in your sleep, and Wanda smirks as she removes her fingers from your undergarments. She brings her fingers to her mouth and hums in delight. “Absolutely delicious, my love.” She whispers in your ear, smirking as your breaths calm down from pants, to a normal rhythm again. Her hand moves to your breasts again, just holding the soft flesh in her hand and palming against them. 

She sighs as she senses you waking up, and makes sure everything is back in order; your shirt tucked into your skirt, tunic back in place, and laces on your leather vest tied with a bow at the top. Sitting up, she frowns at the raw skin and dried blood from around your wrists and unlocks the cuffs. She wraps her hands around the raw flesh and heals them in an instant, kissing them softly. 

She has hope that when the sun sets and the moon rises, you will no longer be in pain. “Mm, such a beautiful girl…” She whispers before she leaves the cell for the night, not thinking twice of the unlocked chains and completely forgetting to lock the cell and dungeon doors. 

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You were only asleep for a small amount of time, waking up without Wanda anywhere to be seen. You sigh and sit up, feeling quite odd in your lower regions. However, the lack of metal around your wrists made every other thought disappear. Being able to walk around the cell felt nice, but your curiosity took you further. Right to the door. As you pushed, you were even more astonished as it opened. 

Pushing your luck even further, you walk up the spiral staircase to the door of the dungeon. With a gentle nudge, it squeaks open to reveal a large corridor, torches lit on each wall and blood red curtains hanging from each tall window. You were trapped and you were finally free, but the first thought you had was, ‘Where is Wanda?’

You wandered through the hallways, finding your way to the great hall, you come across a grand staircase. Alining the stairs was beautiful red and gold carpet and above it was a dark and spider web-covered, crystal chandelier. It shimmered as the fired torches flickered around the hall. You start to make your way upstairs, and as you walked down yet another hallway, you are stopped by a growl behind you and a searing pain in your leg. 

You instantly scream in agony, struggling against the iron jaws of the werwolf. He didn’t let up, even after hitting his head as he dragged you down the hall and to a bed room. Wandas bed room. Your eyes widen and you dig your nails into the carpet, only resulting in bleeding fingers. As you entered her room, you look up in fear as the woman towers over you. 

“Well, what do we have here?” Wanda tuts, looking down at you. 

You sob loudly as the wolf digs his teeth into your freshly healed leg. You yelp and you look up at her, “I- I wasn’t going t-to es-escape! I wa-wa- AHHH!” The wolf bites down even harder and you try your best to hit him, but it doesn’t phase him. 

“Buck, stand down…” She says, calling off the dog. She grabs you harshly by your shirt and drags you to her bed, throwing you on the mattress. “Don’t lie to me!” She growls, glaring at you as you push yourself away from her, scooting to the top of the bed. 

At this point you weigh out your options: One, you try to escape and get killed by Wanda, “Buck” the dog, or your village when you get back with no vampire. Or two, you stay here and get food, possibly a lover, and a pet dog. The latter sounded more than enjoyable and you break saying, “I- I promise! Th- the chains we-were off me wh-wh-when I woke up! P-please! I- I don't want t-to leave!” 

“Are you sure?” She asks with a growl, crawling towards you with a scowl on her face. “If you’re lying, I’ll feed you to him…” She says, pointing to Bucky who falsely lunges at you just to scare you. As you jump back from him, Wanda only chuckles.

“I-I’m not lying! Y-you’re so kind, a-and fed m-me!” You try, and Wanda sits down across from you on the bed. She grabs your ankle and pulls you to her. Her hands glow a bright red and the pain subsides from your leg again. You sigh in relief, hoping that she will forgive you. 

As she looks at you, she shakes her head and sighs softly. “I believe you, but there will be consequences.” 

Letting out a breath, you nod in understanding. “Y-yes I understand, please forgive me, i-it won’t ever happen again.” You sob, following her gentle movements as she pulls you to her arms. Your head falls onto her chest and she comforts you as you calm down. 

“I forgive you, little one,” She whispers, kissing your head softly and tickling the skin of your arm. “Now let’s go, I need to punish you.” She says, sitting up. Suddenly cold as ice again. Her bipolar emotions confuse you, just like the village said, she keeps you on your toes. 

She hardly grabs your wrist and pulls you down the flights of stairs to the dungeon again. You swiftly follow her, trying to keep up with her fast walking pace. Once in the dungeon, she pulls you to a different portion of the room, one full of many torture devices now considered controversial to use. You freeze as you take in the new surroundings and you jump as the bars slam closed and lock behind you. 

Wanda steps into the far wall of the room and grabs her tools she desires: Rope and a wooden paddle. You stared in horror at the tools as she lays them down on the table next to a long chain connected to the ceiling. From a hidden sheath on the side of her thigh, she pulls out a sharp dagger, pointing it at you. 

She stalks towards you, holding the knife at the height of your neck. Backing up, you whimper as your back hits the cold, metal bars, Wanda then putting the tip of the blade against your neck. “Strip.” She says, pulling away from you. Frozen in fear, you don’t account for her command and you stare at her. To make you cooperate, she sends a glowing ball of energy towards you making you duck in response. 

“Im going to repeat myself, and you better listen this time…” She says in a dark voice, only warning you once. “Now, Take off your clothes. Slowly. I want to watch you.” 

Swallowing your pride, you obey her. Untying the twine holding your vest over your torso, untucking your tunic from your skirt, pulling the string from around the back, and finally the removing of it all. Wanda was in fact a very patient women, and she made that clear. She growls at your speed and makes her hand light up with energy again. “Slower…” She says. Once again, you obey.

One piece of clothing after another, no less than four (4) seconds between each. Finally, you were down to your brazier and pantyhose. Wanda watches at you, a sadistic smile on her face as she saunters towards you with the dagger in hand. She grabs your wrist and pulls you to the middle of the floor. Of course you struggled. Wanda was angry, and you had only seen a sliver of it. 

“Good girl… hold your wrists together.” She says, holding the dagger to your neck again. You felt immense fear as you held them together, and sucked in a breath as a tendril of red energy wraps its way around the dagger keeping it against your neck. Wanda moves around you, grabbing the rope from the wooden cart settled near by. She comes to your front again and begins to wrap a few rings of rope around your wrists. Circle by circle of rope, you were rendered unable to move your hands anywhere, only your arms could move up and down. 

You whimpered as Wanda wrapped a heavy padlock around the middle of the rope and easily pulled your arms up to the hook hanging above you. She steps away, taking the dagger with her and moves to the far wall. Using her strength, she pulls the chains connected to the ceiling up higher than it was before, pulling you up with them. You arms pulled against your body and when she finished locking the chains in place, you could barely graze the floor with your toes. 

Whimpers left your mouth and you could’t hide the fear anymore. Salty tears fell down your cheeks and landed on your chest and the floor. With false pity, Wanda pouted her lip. “Aw, don’t cry little one… It will only hurt a little.” Her voice was full of lies, and you knew this pain would be excruciating. 

Tears fell down your cheeks, but Wanda paid no attention to your emotions, only your reactions to the sensations she was going to give you. In an instant, she had cut through the thin material of your brazier leaving your breasts exposed to her. She smiles and leans down, kissing the ample skin of your right breast. Your nipples harden in the cold atmosphere of the room, Wandas mouth and hand going straight to them. She rubs, licks, sucks, rolls, and pleasures your buds, pushing a burning desire in your lower belly. She could sense this and smirks as she runs the knife down your torso. 

She turns the knife against your stomach, tilting it and smirking at the small bit of blood pooling at the surface of the small cut. “Mm, I can smell you… my god you smell so fucking good, little one.” She smiles against your breast and kisses along your belly all the way to the small cut just above your belly button. As her lips encase the wound, she moans in delight at the taste of your blood. Her sharp fangs graze against your skin and she nips as she moves lower. 

Her dagger is now in the waist band of your underwear, teasing the fabric, slowly tearing it. As she makes it through the elastic, she puts the knife down and rips your underwear in two, tossing the fabric at your feet. As you stand bare in front of her, she stands back, a smirk adorning her face. “So beautiful…” She whispers, starting to circle your hanging body. You cross your legs, trying to cover your most intimate parts, but are quickly stopped as Wandas hand slaps your thigh. “No, keep them open. I want to see what’s mine!” She growls, smoothing her hand over the skin of your legs. 

As she stands behind you, she grabs the paddle, spinning it in her hands. “Alright, how many should we do?” She asks to no one in particular. She hums and chuckles, “How about until you bleed?” She whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe. She takes a step back and raises the paddle, swinging it against your ass, hard. You scream in agony, attempting to walk forward, only moving right back to where you were. Wanda admires the red mark on your ass, smiling as she rubs her hand against your burning skin. 

Another swat, another scream. More tears fall down your face with each and every hit from the wooden paddle, yet the fiery feeling in your gut gets stronger. It was a confusing feeling, getting aroused from being beaten. 

It felt like ages when Wanda finally stopped. Your ass was sore, bloody, and bruised. A dark black and purple spot forming on each cheek. She puts the paddle down and reaches for more rope. You silently groan at the thought of there being anymore to come. Gently, Wanda grabs your knee, wrapping the rope around it and pulling the excess rope to the hook above you. The raises your leg, slowly starting to expose your slick folds to her. She follows by securing your other leg in the same fashion. 

Now fulling spread out for her, she hums at her work. “Are you ready for the good part?” She asks.

You shake your head and look at her, “N-nothing g-g-good is going to co-come.” You stutter, your voice scratchy from the previous screaming. She sighs and shakes her head. 

“You poor, little thing. There are so many things I can make good, if only you would obey, and submit to me.” She steps closer, her hands holding your hips. 

You look down at her, whimpering in response. Your silence is enough of an answer to her, indicating you were not falling for her games just yet. She removes one hand off of your hip and looks down at your pussy. “Look how wet you are,” she says, rubbing her hand over your soaked lips. You struggle to close your legs, the rope rendering you completely un able to move. Her fingers spread your pussy open, your clit revealing its throbbing self. 

Your slick covers Wandas fingers as she dips her fingers close to your hole, smirking at your reaction. “You must be so sensitive, huh? Your ass all bruised. Is that what made you so wet?” She tilts her head up, looking for an answer. You shake your head quickly, not wanting to admit that it was the exact reason you were wet. 

To your horror, Wanda approaches the chain holding you up again. She raises it until you are much higher than before, your body swaying with her movement. Wrapping the chain around the hook to keep you where you are, she returns to you, your pussy right in front of her face. “I’ve been waiting to taste your delicious nectar all day…” She says, kissing your inner thighs softly. 

You hold your breath as she takes her first taste of you, her tongue licking a stripe right between your petals. Her tongue swirled around your clit, the bud inching to be touched. You can’t deny it, the pleasure that she is bestowing upon you is mind-shattering. The moans from your mouth make Wanda smile, her fingers coming to join her mouth. 

She sucks on your clit, her lips closing around it, and her fingers poking at your hole. You try to avoid her but it doesn’t work. As she continues to suck on your sensitive clit, two fingers slide into your pussy. You let out a soft sob, an unintended moan slipping out right after. Something inside of Wanda loves the sounds you make, her pussy feeling the same tension as yours. 

As she works her fingers in and out of your cunt, you are already close to your first orgasm and Wanda can’t wait to see it. She witnessed one while you were asleep, but she knew it was nothing like when you would be awake. Faster her fingers became, and your moans became louder as they curl inside of you, rubbing against that one good spot. 

One soft graze of her teeth against your clit was what sent you over the edge. Your legs shake, your orgasm passing through your whole body. Your mind was empty and seeing white, your chest was heaving, your pussy was throbbing, and your toes curled in pleasure. But Wanda didn’t stop. 

An hour went by. She devoured your cunt, not letting you take a break. Five orgasms later, she finally pulled away from your pussy, letting you rest. You were exhausted, your eyes barely able to stay open and your mind unable to comprehend how long you had been tied up. Wanda looked up at you, kissing and rubbing your legs to soothe you. “It’s ok, little one, its all over now.” She says with a soft smile, your head hanging in front of your arms and looking down at her. 

She walks to the wall and gently lowers you to the ground. She unties your legs, but keeps the rope around your wrists. Picking you up, she brings you to your cell again, laying down with you. She pulls your tied arms over her head, forcing you to hold her and she hums as she nuzzles into your neck. 

You lay silently, sleep taking over your system. Wanda hums a quiet lullaby, knowing deep down you loved every minute you were in that dungeon. Maybe someday she will move you out of the dungeon and into a room of your own. Or even her room. But at this moment in time, she wanted to hold you and tell you everything is going to be ok, because it will be. She will protect you and never let you go despite your desperate attempts to escape. Some days she purposely lets you escape, get halfway into the forest, and have Bucky drag you right back into your cell. 

It is laughable what effort you put into it, even though you know she will catch you Every. Single. Time.

And you accepted that. She won no matter what. You even learned that Bucky really likes his chin scratched in his wolf form, but you both have a love-hate relationship. Always calling him a dog, or a mutt, and him calling you a blood bag. 

Wanda kept her word and protected you from anything that was thrown your way. In return, you kept her full of nutrients and energy. She used you for dessert, blood and body both. You learned to love it. Everything Wanda did to you, for you, with you, was out of love. Love and of course, lust. Your blood kept her alive, and she looked forward to it after a long night of hunting. 

She deserved it. After all, she saved you from your horrible town, right?