Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Dark!WandaNat: No Escape pt4

Word Count: 1782

When Y/n woke up, she didn't know where she was. Her memory was clouded. The room she was in was unfamiliar to her. However, she wasn't tied or strapped down to anything, which was probably a good sign.

" You're awake."

Her eyes darted to the corner of the room, where the voice came from. Natasha was sitting there watching her sleep. It sent a shiver up her spine.

" Where am I?"

" Home."

Y/n glared at the woman," This isn't my home."

Natasha shrugged her shoulders," It will be, so I'd get used to it, if I were you."

Before their conversation can spiral any further, Wanda enters the room.

" Glad to see your awake, princess. How'd you like the room?"

Y/n doesn't respond. She clears her mind and stares blankly ahead of her. She wouldn't be playing these games.

" Nothing to say?" Wanda frowns as she gets closer to Y/n. She pushes the girl down so that she sits on the bed.

She chuckles, seeing the Stark clench her jaw. " You do that an awful lot these days. Always so tense. Doesn't she look tense Natty?"

Natasha comes into the light. Her eyes dance over Y/n's features. She's happy to finally have the girl here with them," Very tense, Wanda. I wonder if there is something we can do to relieve some of that tension."

She flinches away from Natasha's grasp." Don't touch me."

Wanda claps her hands together then giggles," She speaks! But is that any way to talk to your girlfriends?"

" You'll never be my girlfriends again. So get that out of your head."

Natasha speaks up," Why not, bunny? We know you want us."

Y/n sees something flash behind Wanda's eyes. Her red wisps reached for the chair from across the room, bringing it to sit at the front of the bed.

She didn't bother asking Y/n to sit in it, rather she roughly put the woman in the chair. Her magic kept Y/n locked in to her seat.

" Maybe she needs a reminder. Perhaps we can put on a show for her, my love," Wanda uses a hand to gently cup Natasha's face.

The spy leans fully into the witch's touch. Before their lips meet, the pair give Y/n a sideways glance.

The image before her makes her throat dry up. Her mind is screaming for her eyes to shut, but her body won't comply.

A layer of sweat covers her forehead as she watches their lips collide. A groan could've fell out of her mouth at that moment, but she fought the urge to make a sound.

The sounds of their lips smacking together echoed in Y/n's head. She could hear their breathing get more erratic as the kiss intensified.

Y/n took note of how needily their hands were with each other. Natasha was groping Wanda's breasts, while she placed opened mouth kisses down the woman's neck. Wanda's hands were squeezing Natasha's sides, trying to bring her closer.

" Please," Natasha whimpers as her thumbs tease Wanda's nipples.

Wanda complies, removing her shirt. Natasha takes the time to do the same. Y/n can feel herself getting wet as she watches Natasha's tongue swirl around Wanda's nipple. Her hand gave attention to the other nipple.

Y/n was mindful of the way Wanda began to fiddle with Natasha's sweatpants. Her hand dips into the front of the woman's pants, causing Natasha to send vibration through Wanda's chest.