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holy fuck. now that I think about it, why do regina and wanda sorta give off the same energy? this was incredible!

Once Upon A Time | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10,031

Warnings: Once Upon A Time AU, Dark!Mayor!Wanda, Manipulation, Blackmail, Dub-Con, Strap-Ons, Mommy Kink, Mind Control, Magic Use, Marking, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Impact Play, Sadism, Nursing, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Fingering, Pussy Spankings, Drugging, Somnophilia, Womb Tattoos | Minors DNI

A/N: Squeezing my love for OUAT and Wanda into one fic because I can <3

Summary: You never expected to meet the twins you had given away over a decade prior on your 29th birthday, but after a chance encounter, you visit the quaint little town of Westview to find more than you bargained for at the hands of its mayor — the dark, elusive, puppeteering Wanda Maximoff.

The journey to New Jersey was seemingly endless. All which could be seen from the inside of your yellow bug were dark trees which embraced the dimly-lit roads of the rural side of the state. It had not been your plan to drive through the most remote part of the tristate area, living in the depths of New York City yourself, but for a spontaneous birthday trip, it was entertaining to say the least.

You eyed the two small children sleeping in the back of the car through the rearview mirror. It had been years since you dared remember the twins you gave away over a decade before. You were young and stupid, getting pregnant before you had even finished your first year of college. Not being fit to be a parent, you decided to have an outsider raise them. Although you never met the one who adopted them, you just knew they were in good hands.

The last thing you had expected was for them to show up at your doorstep on your twenty-ninth birthday. Your phone was in hand ready to call security about two missing children, but after the one with longer hair, Tommy he said his name was, told a story about twins you once gave away, you nearly passed out from disbelief.

They had carried around a rather curious book filled with various comic book stories. You knew them from passing through stores and seeing such familiar names present, but when they each told you they were real people in their town, it took all your energy not to laugh then and there. After brushing it off as a simple case of being children, listening in to them talking about how various people were from such stories, such as their mother being the Scarlet Witch, the waitress at the dinner Black Widow, their psychologist Hulk, among others, you made up your mind.

Not trusting a train to take them back home in the late hours of the night, you drove out to a quaint little town called Westview, New Jersey. You could only assume it was as small as a simple street without much surrounding it as it didn’t even show up online, but with a map – old-fashioned as it was – the boys gave you, you set forth to bring them home. The least you expected was for them to keep you company through the drive, knowing not to get close or else you’d get attached once again, but as soon as you left the city, they passed out.

“I can’t believe I have to drive to creepy New Jersey on my goddamn birthday,” you grumbled. There wasn’t much waiting for you at home, only a frozen pizza to heat up while you watched reruns of your favorite comedy shows, but then again, that was the only entertainment you cared for.

Far too afraid to awaken the slumbering children, no music was put on. You carried lazy, exhausted eyes while driving through the empty roads, confused at the fact that it was a seemingly desolate path no one dared venture forth. It had already been an hour since the last sign of civilization was seen.

When you finally saw the sign reading ‘Westview’, relief shot through you. Only a few more minutes and you’d be driving back home to resume your boring night. Impromptu babysitting was not something you’d signed up for.

“Hey, little runts, we’re here,” you said while turning around to shake the boys awake. “Come on, where’s your home? Your parents must be worried sick about you two.”

“Our mom doesn’t care,” Billy sleepily mumbled, rubbing his eyes as she awoke before his brother. “She sucks.”

“Dude, you’re like ten. Everyone thinks their mom sucks at that age until you’re at least 17,” you shrugged. “And you’re the ones that left this bumfuck town to find me. What kind of birthday gift is this? Haven’t you ever heard of the postal service? Couldn’t you send, like, arts & crafts and call it a day?”

“What’s bumfuck?” Tommy suddenly piped up from the other seat.

“Your parents are going to kill me,” you whispered to yourself. “Just tell me, guys. Where to now?”

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After seemingly driving around town in circles, you landed before a decently sized mansion. It was much bigger than the other surrounding houses. For a moment you frowned, seeing how private and reclusive, bushed guarding it from perfect view, it was. With a front yard covered with blossoming apple trees and a lengthy path leading up to the front door, you felt a sense of familiarity hit you – remembering seeing it once in a dream along with a red headed creature with glowing scarlet eyes made you shake your head with disbelief.

“Home sweet home. It’s time to say goodbye, kids,” you announced when turning to the twins. They had their knees close to their chest while eyeing their house with fear. It was not a good sign. “Come on, get out of the car. I’m exhausted and need to crash soon before I kill myself in the car.”

“Can you walk us to the front door?” Billy asked with a hopeful voice.

“Kid, you’re practically an adult now. I’m pretty sure you can walk by yourselves,” you rolled your eyes with slight annoyance. Seeing their glassy eyes in the dimly-lit car broke your heart. No names, no attachment. And yet you found yourself wanting to wrap them up, your own children, in a hug. “Okay fine. Grab your things and pray your mom doesn’t kill me.”

You had barely stepped out of the car, opening the back door for the twins to exit, when the front of the house revealed a shadowed figure. Walking down the bricked path to the mansion was seemingly tedious. You weren’t afraid of many things in life let alone for the woman who stood back, a messy bun over her head and donning a rather expensive dress only accented with high-heels and crossed arms over her chest. The closer you got, the more your eyes widened.

With your subconscious taking you back to such a dream, everything in your surroundings turned a macabre dark red. There had been pitch black trees without leaves in sight as their trunks stood mangled as though tortured by the very presence of the woman at the end of the seemingly haunted forest. Glowing red eyes had pulled you forth then and as you stared at the door of the mansion, you saw them once again.

“Please don’t take us back there,” Billy suddenly cried when tugging at your shirt.

“I have to,” you sighed, knowing the kids weren’t going down without a fight. “I’m sure your parents are worried sick about you.”

“We don’t have parents. Just a mom and she’s evil,” Tommy explained from your other side. You hadn’t even noticed how they lacked the book they always carried, leaving it in your car for their ulterior motives.

“Evil?” You shook your head in disbelief. “That’s a bit extreme, isn’t it?”

“She is. She doesn’t love us,” Tommy shrugged, huffing as he stared down at who appeared to be his mother inside the house.

“She only pretends to,” Billy finished.

“Kids,” you sighed, knowing exactly how they felt. Dropping to your knees to be at the same height, you threw them a sad smile. You’d already gotten far too close, so you mused a bit more closeness couldn’t hurt. “I’m sure that’s not true-”

“Boys!”

The familiarity of the voice which rang through made you frown.

“Tommy! Billy!” the voice exasperated. The hidden figure which once stood by the door ran towards you. Arms were quickly wrapped about the twins, hugging them close. You noticed tears in her eyes which mirrored those of a crocodile. Ignoring the wild red mane which you knew from your dream, your lips formed a thin line. “Are you okay? Where have you been? What happened?” “We found our real mom!” Tommy snarled before grabbing his brother’s hand. Neither of them dared turn back, instead running off into the house and ignoring everything their mother, well, adoptive mother, had spoken their way. Grimacing, you were left alone with the older woman.

“Y-you’re my boys’ birth mother?”

There was something enchanting and yet secretive about her. You couldn’t help but feel as though she towered over your being, smirking with raised eyebrows while you hid underneath her shadow. Each little second that passed by in silence, you allowed your eyes to rummage through her body. The tight, perfectly cut black dress accented her thin eyeliner. Hands were on her hips, clearly dominating you without daring to say a word. You allowed yourself to stare up her perfectly toned legs to her midsection, then find her cleavage before snapping yourself up to her lips. With them parted slightly, lipstick all prim and proper, you knew she was a woman impossible to forget.

“Hi,” you awkwardly replied. At the hospital when giving away the twins, no one had dared to prepare you for such a moment. It was supposed to be a closed off adoption, no one was to know and yet you were easily found by a pair of children who carried hatred for their mother.

The older woman took a moment to compose herself, lips going from disdain to a fake smile you saw right through.

“How would you like a glass of the best apple cider you’ve ever tasted?” She questioned, her voice thick with an accent you couldn’t recognize.

Chuckling, you shook your head. “Got anything stronger?”

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Tommy and Billy had long run upstairs when you were allowed into the house. Greeting the woman who you learned was Wanda Maximoff, mayor of Westview, was awkward on its own. Mostly due to the rampant disbelief and similarity to a witch having appeared in your dreams. On the way to their home, the twins had shown off a book filled with various comic book characters – superheroes at that. You shook your head when they mentioned an entity called the Scarlet Witch, said to be their mother, but as you eyed the woman who handed you a glass of brandy, you couldn’t help but let your curiosity win.

“How did they find me?” You asked after taking a sip of your drink. With the way it went burning down your throat, you closed your eyes with relief.

“No idea.” Wanda replied, her viridescent eyes unmistakably glowing red without your knowledge. “When I adopted them, they were only three weeks old. Records were sealed. I was told the birth mother didn’t want any contact.”

“You were told right.”

“And the father?” she curiously wondered. You took note of how she refused to drink alcohol and instead went to her apple cider. Her apparent obsession with apples was something you found quite amusing.

“There was one,” you giggled a bit. It was a mistake more like it, a chance encounter at a bar you were far too young to enter with a fake ID and your friends. You hadn’t even gotten his name, but of course ended up with his children.

“Do I need to be worried about him?” Wanda dragged herself down the hall where you followed obediently. Without daring to say a word, you’d exhibit no hesitation when listening on to silent orders.

“Nope. He doesn’t even know.”

“Do I need to be worried about you, Ms. Y/L/N?” There was fear in her voice which dismayed you from the well-put together, secretive woman. Whatever the kids said, you could tell she truly cared for them.

“Absolutely not,” you were quick to reply. As much as they would love for you to take them away, you had your own life built without any children. There was a reason you had given them to someone else. You weren’t fit to be a mother so Wanda, even as severe as she seemed, took that place in your name.

The office reeked of cinnamon apples when you first walked inside. The smokey nature of it, only a light turned on in the corner alongside a strip of pictures the mother and children pilled, made a warmth settle over your chest. You always did pride yourself in holding down your alcohol, but even a slight sip of the drink made your head feel woozy. Sitting down on the couch, you huffed. With hazy eyes you could barely see Wanda’s blurred figure who closed the door and sat across from you.

Gripping the faux leather couch, you frowned. There was still control you exerted over your body, but felt a strange, wicked attachment to Wanda. Looking down at the drink you noticed bubbles rising from the remaining liquid. It wasn’t a good sign but then again you were far too gone to care.

“I’m sorry they dragged you out of your life. I really don’t know what’s gotten into them.”

“The kids are having a rough time,” you shrugged. It took a moment to situate yourself, blinking various times until your vision, to your disdain, only got worse. “Happens.”

“You have to understand, ever since I became mayor balancing things has been tricky. You have a job I assume?”

“I, uh, I keep busy, yeah,” you shook your head. Wanda stared into your soul when you so much as made eye contact with her. She licked her lips, hunger striking while you grew more loopy by the second.

“Imagine having another one on top of it. That’s having a single mom.” Crossing her legs, the woman’s eyes flickered over your body. Beneath the pristine cover as a mayor lay a beast, a witch, who only wanted to come out and play. Unbeknownst to you, she had been expecting your arrival ever since she casually dropped a slip of papers near her children’s room knowing they would unknowingly bring you to her. “So I push forward. Am I strict? I suppose, but I do it for their own good. I want my boys to excel in life. I don’t think that makes me evil, do you?” “I’m sure they’re just saying that because of the comic book thing,” you pointed out.

“What comic book thing?”

There was feigned confusion from Wanda. Truly she knew about the book which carried the stories of the townspeople. It was crafted with the help of the Darkhold, telling each person’s lives in the universe they had previously called their own. As the ruler of the cosmos, she simply had to find her children. If it took taking a chunk of their universe and bringing them to a town, which was not supposed to exist in that universe, in another, then so be it. Wanda would have her happy ending no matter what – you were only an added bonus to having her children already.

“Oh you know, their book. How they think everyone’s a superhero from it,” you chuckled at the mere idea of it. For a moment you wondered if you were in it. “Like their shrink is the Hulk.”

“I’m sorry. I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh. You know what? It’s none of my business,” you ended up awkwardly laughing. It was so difficult to breathe. With eyelids growing heavy, you held onto the couch for support. “They’re your kids and I really should be heading back.”

In your attempts to stand up, you nearly fell face first after so much of a step. With surprising speed Wanda was there to grab you in place, humming amusement as you fell onto her. She grabbed your hips, pulling you close enough to her until your face lay against her shoulder, bodies melting together.

“Of course. It’s getting late, darling. I’ll have to get you to a safe place all by myself. We can continue this conversation some other time.” She dragged you out of the room, flicking her wrist so that all the lights there dimmed down and the door closed behind her. Lips were pressed against your cheek, dropping a kiss there before making their way to your ear. “Have a good night, darling,” she breathed out with a tone dripping with lust. “Happy birthday.”

There came a frown when she uttered the words, but you were barely conscious to properly react. Your body had a mind of its own as it sagged while being pulled away. Wanda had your body and soul the first time she had set her eyes on you in your dream, only controlling you by having slipped something into your drink. As fear began to set in, eyes growing wide, everything suddenly turned black.

Under Wanda’s grasp, you were nothing but an obedient pet.

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When you awoke your head felt like it was about to burst. You grimaced, massaging your temples as the pain shot through the rest of your body, which was suspiciously lacking clothes let alone for your underwear. Not even the bed sheets beneath your back covered you up while inside the strange room. It carried a horrid floral wallpaper similar to that of the 80’s almost as though you had gone back in time.

Sighing, you shook your head. All you could remember from the previous night was having one too many drinks at the mayor’s place before inevitably needing to be taken away to the local inn. a brain filled with fake memories was not something you could put a finger on, only following what you believed to be real.

“I’m such an idiot,” you mumbled to yourself. Ignoring the growing headache from what you imagined to be a typical hangover, you huffed. Making yourself look like a drunk in front of your children’s mother who incidentally was the most powerful person in town. You ignored the book that casually sat on the bedside table of the inn, mysteriously appearing alongside you after having previously been sitting in the backseat of your car.

Deciding to get a head start on the drive back home, you gathered a few of your belongings sprawled across the room and headed out. The lanky hallway reeked of lavender which was far too much for your suddenly sensitive nose to get used to. Peering through the mysterious path, you waltzed on. Your stomach was rumbling far too loud for your comfort.

You ended up at a diner connected to the inn. It was small, quaint, and rather old fashioned with a jukebox still sitting at its side playing light tunes from past decades. Although it was barely packed, all eyes were on you. Perhaps it was the clothes from the previous night you still wore, desperately requiring a shower already, being a new face in such a small town, or both. Still, you ignored each patron of the restaurant and sat by the corner of the bar.

The menu was handed to you by a woman with dark hair and similarly sharp hazel eyes. She gave you a onceover, not daring to say anything before shaking her head and moving away. As cold as she was, there was an odd sense of familiarity to her.

“What’s a cutie like you doing in a dump like this?” came a voice which snapped you from your thoughts.

Facing from the menu, the sight of a smirking redhead standing at the other side of the counter took you by surprise. She donned an outfit similar to that of a waitress while holding out a mug filled with steaming coffee. Although rather dashing, you only had eyes for Wanda – at the silent revelation you frowned, almost as though she was in your head which, not that you knew, was not so far from the truth.

“Just dropping a pair of kids off. Not exactly how I thought my birthday weekend would go, but it’s better than sitting home and lighting a candle on a store-bought cupcake,” you chuckled dryly. “I’m just getting some breakfast before I head back home.”

“Oh it’s your birthday?” She casually asked.

“It was yesterday.”

“Well, happy belated birthday, malyshka,” the redhead mumbled before pointing to the menu. “Guess it’s on the house for you. It’s not every day we get such cute visitors. I wouldn’t mind seeing you around more often.”

“If you’re ever in the city you know who to call.” You gave the menu a once-over before landing on a whole stack of pancakes which made your mouth salivate. That along with the coffee would be the perfect fuel to get you back home safe in a matter of hours. After telling the waitress your order, you took your chance. “I’m Y/N by the way. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Name’s Natasha,” she beamed before holding out her hand. You didn’t hesitate even a second to shake it. “Sorry about my mom by the way. Melina’s not really used to new people. We actually haven’t had any visitors in years.”

“I get it. I couldn’t even find directions to this place on my phone. It’s a bit weird, but it seems like a nice enough town. Very different from the loud and obnoxious city.”

Natasha was very different from Wanda. You quickly learned that she was adventurous and longed to meet new people, perhaps escape the small town of Westview to move out west with her sister in tow. The two of you talked for what seemed like hours even between you gnawing at your pancakes and her being yelled at by her mom, who spent most of her time in the kitchen alongside her dad, to tend to other incoming customers.

To your dismay each time you so much as attempted to get close, even with light brushes against her hand, you felt a burning sensation on your lower stomach each second you talked more with Natasha. Hissing quietly, you pressed a hand against the skin. The searing pain along with glowing red eyes which zeroed in on you from outside the diner foreshadowed the life you’d lead, never daring to leave Westview even as much as you wanted.

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You had barely stepped into your room at the inn, already full with breakfast and ready to jump ship, before your mind turned blank. No thoughts swirled over your head, only mere images of a certain powerful redhead who, once again, plagued your life. Not being aware of the woman standing behind you made it easier for her to force you into the bedroom. With hands showing off their red glow and eyes mirroring it, she had you under her spell.

While nearly unconscious, Wanda dragged you to the bathroom. Your eyes were barely open, already drunk with exhaustion as your clothes were shed away. Obedient as she wished, the woman had you stand back as she turned the faucet of the shower. She had taken you to the inn late on the previous night aiming to return in the morning to take what was rightfully hers. Although when seeing you interact with Natasha, the green monster popped out – it was time to show you who owned you.

“Come here, baby,” she cooed while dragging you into the shower. In your naked glory the mayor allowed her eyes to feast up your skin. It was perfect, a blank canvas ready to be used by her. Only making it better was the tattoo she had impulsively decided to give you over your womb – a marking which shone with a scarlet tint in the shape of a particular comic book character you knew. “In the shower, now. If my little angel can’t take care of herself then mommy has to. You’re far too dumb to do it, huh? Always needing my help.”

Stepping into the shower without another word, you sighed. The warm water hit your body leaving you in awe of its silent yet powerful demeanor. While basking on the relief it made you feel, you were ignorant to the curtain which remained open as another naked body slipped behind you. Once perky breasts pressed against your back, nipples rubbing your skin, you let out an involuntary moan.

“That’s the sound I love to hear. You’re such a pretty girl, honey. I’ve missed you,” Wanda mumbled, lips brushing against your ear as she held you close. “You don’t know me, at least not here. You’ve barely even met me and yet here we are. It’s rushed, I get it, but I couldn’t stand another second away from you. Did you miss me, buttercup? I love being in your head as you sleep, but it’s nothing compared to having you here with me.”

“Miss you,” came your hypnotized reply. “So, so much, Wanda.”

“Yeah?” she smirked devilishly. Although it was her own magic making you say those words, she didn’t care. Hearing them again after having lost you in her own universe along with her children made it all better. “You’re safe now, honey. You’re home with mommy. I promise I’ll never let you go again.”

Wanda spent what felt like hours dragging soap along your body. She explored every inch, never forgetting your ticklish spots which made you giggle as she beamed at the joyous sound. Being careful when cleaning the area where the fresh tattoo lay was a must. The last thing Wanda wanted was to ruin the gift she so happily got her pet – a marking so that even touching another person, a potential threat to your owner, made you hiss out in pain and crave her even more.

Fingers danced along your sides as their nails left red marks upon your skin. She desperately craved to possess you entirely, to leave you dripping with blood, body all maimed, with bruises and little cuts she had once left on you. Wanda was nothing if not possessive. You were her property and, whether you liked it or not, she’d make it known to the world.

“You’re doing such a good job for me, baby girl. Now you’re ready for us to have some fun. I want it to be perfect though. You can’t rush this,” she said while allowing the water to overtake your soapy body until you were fully clean. “We can take it slow if you want. But just know that whenever I want to, I’ll have you. I want you to behave and not spend time around that silly waitress. Can you do that?”

“I’ll do as you say, mommy,” came your robotic reply with a mind not your own.

“There’s a good girl. Now it's time to get out of the shower.”

She helped you leave the steaming space, making you stand by the curtains as she dragged a previously dry towel across your naked body. Wanda tilted her head when brushing against the tattoo. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against it. Owning you was the greatest pleasure of her life along with being a mother – doing both made her life perfect.

“You’ll put on the clothes mommy left for you in bed. I want you to stay in town for as long as I say. You will live here, alright? If you behave, then you can stay with me,” Wanda instructed calmly. She stepped back and allowed you to go into the room to eye the pile of clothes on the bed. She knew exactly what you’d be comfortable wearing. “It’s easy, honey. You be a good little pup and I’ll reward you. If you misbehave, I’ll punish you. Am I clear?”

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good. Now let me help you get dressed. You’re far too dumb to do it yourself, huh?” Wanda hummed as she stepped closer to you. Eyes roamed her naked body which stood mere centimeters away from your own. While the redhead helped you into your new clothes, making sure to allow her lips to kiss every inch of skin she ended up covering, you were left holding onto her for balance and enjoying the view. “I’ll allow you to spend time with the twins. It’s not like you’ll remember much anyway. Just be sure to keep our children safe otherwise I won’t be sweet with you.”

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You were left to roam the reclusive town of Westview for days upon days, mindlessly walking across every area and becoming yourself acquainted with it. Various townspeople had eyed you with confusion. As Natasha had said, none of them were used to outsiders. There was fear and confusion stricken over their faces as they saw a new face waltzing down main street.

Wanda had allowed you to see the twins more often than not. They were ecstatic to spend time with their birth mother, running to you to wrap you up in their little arms before jumping up and down, asking what the plan was for the day. She didn’t allow you to leave town. As much as you wished to do so, fighting back and humoring the idea of taking them to the city for a day, the mayor flicked her wrist. Eyes turning red, she was sure to make you see the light.

Most days you spend hiking out with the boys. Tommy was quite fast if you said it yourself. The both of them would do races with him always coming out on top. Admittedly so, Wanda had her anxieties about the twins running around the forest after school, but once you promised to help them with their homework and bring them back to the mansion with full stomachs, she agreed to it – mostly when seeing in your mind how sincere you were.

“What’s going on between you and Wanda?” Billy asked one day when you walked back from the depths of the forest to the car.

“You call your mom by her first name?” You couldn’t say you were surprised about it. After all, they had trash talked their mother each time you were together. A part very deep inside you agreed, but with Wanda in your mind swallowing your thoughts, you tried to dissuade their feelings.

After shrugging, Billy continued. “Sometimes. But seriously, you’ve been weird. You shouldn’t get close to the Scarlet Witch. She’s wicked and evil.”

Tommy remained silent, seemingly exhausted from the walk. As soon as you unlocked the car, he threw himself in the backseat, begging for you to take them to the diner so they could have a burger. You quickly learned they easily dramatized their emotions at times to get what they wanted. You’d say something if it wasn’t for them being your kids.

“It doesn’t matter if you think she’s this villain or not. Wanda is your mom. She’s been taking care of you all your life. She wouldn’t hurt you, alright? You’re her kids. She loves you, little dudes,” you explained when starting up the car.

During the rather short trip to the diner up main street, Widow’s Diner & Inn, both twins remained silent. You took the time to gather your thoughts which, unbeknownst to you, were no longer your own. Pensive thoughts of Wanda have become a daily occurrence for you. At times you’d lay in your bed at the inn all sprawled while your mind went to the woman. She was fierce and powerful, but as much as you feared her, there was something familiar about her which went beyond your dream. You swore you had known her forever.

You shook your head when arriving at the diner. The boys were rather excited to finally eat, already jumping up and down with sudden bursts of energy which were only dissuaded when you ordered them to bring their backpacks – the homework would not be done by itself unless you wished for Wanda to have your head, figuratively you hoped.

“Burgers and fries for you guys again?” You asked when taking a seat in a booth in the corner of the diner.

“Yes!” came the little voices simultaneously.

After giving your order to a rather giddy Natasha, who made sure to ask about your day along with the twins’, you tapped on the table rhythmically. The boys were instructed to take out their homework and get a head start before finishing it in your room, but Tommy had other plans. The last time he was at the inn he took the book you’d curiously found yourself flipping through late one night. When he slipped it out his bag, you knew you were in for a long dinner service.

“Guys, we don’t have time for fairytales right now. Your mom’s gonna kill me if she finds out you’re doing work when you get home. No offense, but I am more scared of her than you two.”

“Come on, ma. It’ll just take a second. We gotta show you something!” Billy exasperated happily.

You rolled your eyes and let them continue. Without daring to admit it, ever since they had begun calling you ‘ma’ days before, the name coming naturally, your happiness had increased. “Fine, but make it quick. So, who else is a comic book character?”

“You know Mr. Stark Pawnbroker & Antiquities Dealer? Well, he’s actually Iron man,” Tommy whispered as though it was a long lasting secret they were to keep. He slid the chunky book towards you showing off a picture of a man surrounded by suits of armor. “And his wife, Pepper, is actually Rescue. Isn’t that crazy?”

“Yup, that’s insane,” you replied with feigned interest. While part of you only saw them as silly comic books, you couldn’t help but begin putting the pieces together especially when it came to Wanda. You had yet to say anything about your little encounter, not that you remembered much of it. Still, you knew she was someone not to be tried whether she was the Scarlet Witch or not. “Who else?”

“There’s Brunhilde who’s a Valkyrie. She’s the one that takes care of the horses and everything. Carol is her girlfriend and she’s a bartender who is supposed to be Captain Marvel. We don’t really see her much though. We’re not allowed in the bar. Mr. Stark says they sell really good wings though!” Billy huffed with apparent frustration, suddenly craving hot wings. “T’Challa is the coolest. He’s supposed to be Black Panther and he’s, like, the best math teacher ever! Oh and there’s Peter who’s in high school and he’s Spider-Man. I really like him. Sometimes he visits our school and we get to hang out! But Wanda isn’t a fan of him. She says he’s a bad influence. Oh! She calls him a mu'dak whatever that means.”

At what you knew to be a swear word, you smirked. They were fairly young, sure, but you wouldn’t punish the usage of such a word without knowledge of its meaning. Either way, you were sure you wouldn’t mind if they evolved to much more colorful words. As long as their mom was oblivious to said actions, you weren’t complaining.

“Mr. Rogers, our gym teacher, he’s supposed to be Captain America. Then Thor, the guy that works at the stables too, is, well, just Thor so that’s pretty obvious. You’d think the Scarlet Witch would pick better names to hide their identity,” Tommy shook his head with amusement. “You know Dr. Banner is actually the Hulk and,” he leaned in close, “Natasha is Black Widow. Her dad is actually the Red Guardian. Yelena and Melina are also Widows. Then there’s Clint who owns his own farm with his family. That’s Hawkeye. They’re the main six, ma. They’ll help you break the curse and bring everyone back to their universe.”

Parenting did not come naturally when you decided to give away the twins, but when getting the chance to be around them, to see how similar in nature they were to both you and Wanda, it just felt right. They each had small characteristics shared with you, primarily their propensity for stubbornness and pushing back against authority; their mother being their enemy. While you couldn’t figure out a way to remain in their lives without casting Wanda to the side, it was awfully nice to spend time with the little runts.

Still, it worried you that they put so much effort into accusing their mother of being an evil witch who created and teleported an entire town to a different universe, erasing their lives and memories before implanting new ones. While they were still letting their imagination run rampant as children often did, they took down the already weak relationship they had with their adoptive mom in the process. In the short amount of time you had known Wanda, you knew she didn’t deserve that – she forced you to think she didn't.

“Kid, this isn’t Disney. There’s no curse to be broken. You’re mom’s kinda weird, sure, but that doesn’t make her a witch,” you pointed out.

With a deflated look on their faces, the kids began pouting. It was something you quickly found to be your weakness. You had yet to spend enough time to get to know them well-enough, but knew you would do whatever it took for them. Crushing their dreams wouldn’t help you win the parent-of-the-year award, but perhaps it would get you in Wanda's good graces allowing you to potentially see more of the twins.

When Natasha arrived with your food, only a side of mac & cheese for yourself with a mysterious apple on the side, she flashed you a smile. You allowed yourself to bask in her beauty, thoughts swirling around how badly you’d want to take her hand in your own to bring her close until your lips were ghosting over one another’s. As your lower stomach burned bright red, you clutched it. Surely you couldn’t see yourself willingly settling in Westview, but for the sake of the twins it was worth it, Natasha being an added bonus.

The witch inside your head was not a fan of that, her lips turning into a thin like as you took a bite of the apple she sent your way. In minutes you were dumbed down and controlled just like she wanted. Even before having come to town she was in your head. Only given your arrival, she fully took control of her little toy. There was nothing you could do other than sit back and let her take you once again.

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“You should’ve known better, princess. Everything was going so well. We were going to be a happy family, but of course you went ahead and ruined that. Now I have to force you to listen whether you like it or not.”

They felt like macabre thoughts swirling in your subconscious. You were sleeping soundly in the inn during the depths of the night. With closed eyes and deep in your sleep, you were unaware of the atmosphere around you changing. The air grew thick and musky, your window having been opened by a bout of red magic before an unknown figure made itself into the room. A simple flick of her wrist got your clothes to disappear, not that you knew anyway. That’s just how she’d love to keep you, fast asleep and easily corruptible.

“Just look at how beautiful you are when you sleep. All mine and ready for the taking,” the mysterious voice mumbled as its owner made herself close to the bed. She undressed herself with another flick until her clothes were properly folded over the nearby desk. Leaving the children sleeping peacefully at home, Wanda wandered off to find you. “I was trying to make this special for us, but you left me no choice. Now you’ll have to pay the price. If only you could’ve done what mommy said then none of this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe I should teach you a lesson and hurt that Romanoff girl. Would you learn then, baby, that you’re all mine?”

Wanda took her time to use her magic and bind your wrists to the headboard. She had yet to wake you up, instead settling on the bed and between your legs. Her hands found themselves roaming all across your body. She had seen you naked before various times, especially when using her magic long before your arrival to town and watched as you hopped in the shower to sneak a hand between your legs. She was quite the fan of seeing you turn into a mess while she watched without your knowledge.

Sharp nails dug upon your skin before moving down. They left angry trail tracks running upon your chest. They were deep enough to draw small bouts of blood which she happily leaned in to lick clean. Seeing you in pain, writhing in your sleep while she marked your frail little body, was something making Wanda’s heart swell.

“Time for you to wake up,” she said. Fingers went near your forehead before your eyes widened. You were awakened forcefully, fear immediately striking down your being. It wasn’t long before Wanda used her magic to dumb you down once again, the effects of the poised apple mixing with her powers. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. It’s time for us to have some fun.”

“What?” you grumbled while on the bridge between your own consciousness and Wanda’s.

The woman held down your hips and pushed her hips forward enough to let you feel her little secret. While your tattoo burned bright red, so did the dildo nestled between her legs. She let its tip glide up and down your slit, the strap-on growing wet with your juices and spreading against your folds. The mere sight made her groan with arousal.

The redhead urged herself forth. Soon enough, the toy stretched your hole apart, making you moan while making eye-contact with eyes which dripped with bloodlust. Even if she couldn’t feel it, Wanda knew you were a tight, needy mess for her. She drove herself inside far enough to have the head touch your depths, the entire thing being covered inside your cunt in one swift movement.

“Don’t worry pup, it won’t hurt at all. Just let mommy use you, alright? It’s what you’ve wanted ever since you came to me huh? You just needed someone to use you like the cute little fucktoy you are,” Wanda maniacally huffed out. “Mommy’s here now, no need to keep worrying. Let me make your thoughts all mine. You won’t have to think about anything else from now on.”

“W-wanda?”

“Shhh don’t overexert yourself, honey. It’s not good for you. I can tell you’re exhausted. Close your eyes for me. Let mommy use you while you get some good sleep,” Wanda whispered, her lips running up your skin. Teeth grazed every inch before coming down to nip the softness beneath. “Did you like the apple mommy gave you? It made your brain all fussy, didn’t it? It’s just what I wanted. Sometimes my pretty girl needs to take a step back and let mommy help. You want me to make your cute pussy feel good, right?”

“Yes,” you hazily replied. It was difficult to keep your eyes open as you slowly drifted closer to sleep. Your pussy throbbed at the feeling of Wanda moving deep inside you, the dildo attached to her hips being much larger than anything you had ever taken. Even with the mix of pain and pleasure you felt, you didn’t dare complain. “Harder.”

“You want it harder, buttercup? Oh my. Does my dumb baby need mommy to fuck her pussy with my cock?” She was more than happy to hear that hushed plea. “I bet no one’s ever filled you up like this. I’ll ruin this cunt, my fucking property, for anyone else. Not even that Romanoff slut will get to touch you. You’re my little bitch.”

“Yours,” you lazily replied.

“That’s right, Y/N. Mommy’s fleshlight, all happy to be fucked like a whore. After I’m done with you,” she leaned in dangerously close, “you’re going to be an obedient little pet. I can’t wait for you to cum all over my cock. Your cunt is all mine now for the taking.”

Wanda spent countless hours driving the dildo in and out of you. She noticed a bulge appearing each time she went deeper, smirking with pride whenever pushing down on it. You were far too hazy, your mind a mess while laying down and taking whatever she gave you. The tattoo over your skin, the proof of ownership from your master, intensified the lustful feelings hiding inside you.

Fingers gripped your breasts until you cried out in pain. You’d be lucky if your sounds didn’t awaken the entire town, let alone the tristate area. Wanda didn’t care though. If she got caught, everyone would get to see who your owner was. They’d see the stupid, dumbed down little whore she could turn you into without much effort.

“What are you-” you muttered when gaining a bit of lucidity, still coming on and off from Wanda’s strong grasp. Even with your failed attempts to push her off, she continued fucking you with her faux cock.

“I don’t think you want to do that, honey. I could have the entire town here in minutes. Do you want them to see your slutty little body being fucked hard by mommy?” Wanda questioned with raised eyebrows, waiting until you shook your head lazily. “Good. Then shut up and take it. This will be our little secret if you behave.”

“Yes, mommy.”

She did not care when you were driven near the edge. Wanda slapped your breast, nails grazing the mounds and leaving scratches behind. It was a hellish momentum which you could not willingly rid yourself off, but admittedly so, you didn’t want to. You loved the way she rolled her hips, your own moving rhythmically. Each little tug against the magical bindings made a burning sensation shoot down your body. That was enough pain to make you hum with approval.

The sole mistake you made while Wanda writhed on top of you was coming undone without permission. You allowed your eyes to close, exhaustion sliding in, as the knot inside you was finally loosened. Wanda eyed you with fury, viridescent orbs turning bright red as she roared. After a much-deserved slap landed over your face, she huffed.

“You dumb slut. Who gave you permission to cum all over my cock. Stupid girl needs to learn some manners, huh? You always have to wait for mommy to order you around. That’s nonnegotiable, princess.” Wanda slid the strap-on out of you and for a moment you were disappointed at the sudden emptiness between your legs. She used her magic to make the makeshift cuffs around your wrist disappear, leaving red marks along your wrists, along with the dildo strapped to her hips. The way she tilted her head sadistically struck you with fear. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees, baby. You don’t get away with being a disobedient little bitch.”

“I’m so sorry, mommy,” you sobbed against the bed sheets, still making sure to follow directions so as to avoid any more anger from arising in her. “I didn’t mean to be bad. It just felt too good. I didn’t know what to do.”

Wanda ignored your apology and instead waited for you to get in position. When your ass was up and ready for the taking, your face still hidden over the mess of pillows by the head of the bed, she found herself to be satisfied enough to continue.

A hand found itself striking down on your backside without notice. She hummed, face lacking emotions before hitting you again with the back of her hand. The actions were carried out over and over again. With hotness shooting across your frame, you felt your cunt practically begging to be touched. Juices ran down your inner thighs all slick and shiny underneath the moonlight.

“Stop squirming. I was very clear with my order’s, wasn’t I? Now stay still and let mommy give you the punishment you deserve.” Wanda remained smacking you until she was satisfied. Your cheeks were red and sore, almost turning to a dark hue the more she torture you. The one moment which she dared stop her attacks was when you allowed yourself to breathe, body sagging while your sweat profusely with fear. “Did you know apples mature very slowly? I grew tired of being alone when enticing this universe. No one knew who I, the Scarlet Witch herself, was. They all forgot about their stupid little heroic past selves and knelt to me, their rightful ruler. I figured that until you had my boys, I had to make preparations. There are over twenty varieties in my garden, just like there are many more of you. Now you better behave, be a good girl and take what mommy gives you, taste my forbidden fruit. Unless, of course, you’d like to be replaced. That can always be arranged.”

“I’ll be your good toy, I promise. I swear I’ll do whatever you ask of me. Just please, don’t hurt me,” you begged.

“Oh but baby, don’t you know? I fucking love hurting you.”

Your cunt was dripping with juices when Wanda smacked it with the palm of her hand. She wasn’t soft by any means, instead hitting you, fingers brushing against your clit from time to time, until you desperately craved more. Each attack made you grow wetter. At one point you began grinding down on her hand each time it touched you. Turning you into a brainless little whore was her greatest pleasure in life.

“Such a cute fuckable puppy. All for mommy to ruin,” she grinned before giving you one last slap for good measure. “I must say you’re taking this all so well. Who knew my baby would enjoy her punishments? It’s adorable.”

“Anything for you- ah!”

Wanda did not allow you to speak. Instead she eased a pair of fingers in you, letting out a throaty moan as she felt your walls clench around her. You were far too soaked allowing her to dive in deep without any issues. She could feel how you throbbed against her digits, your velvety insides practically begging for more.

The craving sensation inside her, a monster who had to be sated, ran rampant. Wanda felt alive as she brought a third finger inside you, spreading you apart further while you clutched the white sheets in torment. It was dirty and animalistic, your body swallowing the witch with gluttony. You couldn’t remember anything but her. Always in your mind and always would be.

“Now you can cum, darling. Go on and put on a little show for mommy,” Wanda snarled as she curled her fingers up inside you.

An all-consuming orgasm took over your being. Your mind, body, and soul were all wrapped around in it, finally being brought peace and piercing pleasure you so desired. Wanda’s free hand was on your body, gripping one of your sore cheeks with might until her sharp nails drew blood. As she had wished, you had crumbled at her feet.

She kept ramming her digits inside you until you’d had enough. When being taken out they weren’t plopped in her own mouth, instead your own. Lips lightly sucked on the fingers as you tasted your own essence. It was sweet and savory. Your eyes were barely open, your body having been turned so you could stare down at Wanda who hovered from above you. As wicked as you knew she was, her mere appearance underneath the blanket of the night was one of an angelic figure.

“You did so well for me, Y/N. Just look at how happy you’ve made mommy. I can’t even tell you how proud I am of you, pretty girl,” Wanda said as she pulled her fingers from between your lips. She cupped your face tenderly, smiling sweetly at the tired little eyes which looked back. “Seeing you all fucked up for me has made mommy really wet. All you have to do is make it better, okay? Then I’ll finally let you rest for a bit. I know you can do it.”

“Always, mommy,” you whispered back – lips were cracked as your body was ready to shut down and yet you had a drive which forced you to please her. “Let me make you feel better, please.”

“Hmm there’s my good girl.”

Wanda crawled up your body, but not before planting a kiss upon your lips. She praised you for your willingness to please then allowed herself to straddle your face. Even with a blurry eyesight ready to give up, you could see wet juices that coated her needy pussy. Licking your lips, you stared up with hunger ready to eat her whole.

The first taste of Wanda was unlike anything else you’d had the pleasure to try before. She lowered herself over your mouth and allowed you to feel her arousal up close. Folds were sloppily spread apart as you ran your tongue through them, groaning at the ecstasy overcoming you.

“You look beautiful with a mouthful of my pussy, angel. And your tongue feels so fucking good,” she swallowed her pride and mewled, “Come on, Y/N. I’m not close. Be good and make mommy cum all over your stupid mouth.”

You spent heated moments eating her out. Your body shifted underneath her while the older woman grinded over your face. She grabbed the headboard for support. Each little thrust brought her pussy down closer to your lips which devoured her greedily. With your hands finding themselves holding her thighs open, you turned Wanda into a mess mirroring your own ragged, fucked up body.

“Just like that, baby. Keep going. Fuck, that feels amazing. I’ll have to give you a reward for making my pussy feel so good,” Wanda chuckled in disbelief. She had never felt such an intense pleasure in her life. Even the way your nails dug over her skin made her arousal shoot through the sky. “I’m c- fuck! Puppy, I’m cumming!”

Your face was left coated with a mess of her juices as Wanda caught her breath. She was tired, exhaustion mirroring your own setting in. it was hard to move herself from your face knowing how glorious she felt with your mouth pressed between her legs. The previous vexation she had experienced was replaced with relief.

Wanda did not hesitate to show off her caring side only when around you. Albeit worn out, she grabbed you from the bed, picking up your weary body before dragging you to the bathroom. There she was quick to run a shower for the two of you. Knowing it would be impossible for you to stand without help, mind blank and eyes closing, she held onto you while running soap all over your decayed skin.

Kisses were dropped along your body as you were taken from the shower. The softness exuding from Wanda was startling to say the least. She had spent tedious, painful years without you by her side. Surely her twins soothed the empty hole in her heart, but without you, there was no family. Having them unknowingly bring you to her was a risky yet fulfilling choice she made.

“I love you so much, baby. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” Wanda breathed out as she hugged your wet frame from behind. She sighed with relief and grabbed a towel to dry you both up. She’d finally gotten her happy ending. “You’ve been such a good girl for mommy. I’m always so proud of you. Don’t worry, you’re home safe now. I will never let anyone hurt you again. We’ll be so happy here, I promise.”

“Thank you,” you replied. There was no way of knowing whether the effects of the apple had worn out and you were lucid enough to form a coherent sentence or if she still controlled your mind. All you knew is that a sudden burst of adoration for her began soaking your heart. You held Wanda close, not caring if you were naked in the middle of the bathroom, and hugged her with tears in your eyes – it was a mixture of your overwhelming emotions and the enticing pain on you. “I love you too, mommy. Always.”

The night was filled with the remembrance of an old life you’d lived. While you remained in her arms, Wanda held you out of fear of losing you once again. The darkness that exuded from her being, finally falling into her role as Scarlet Witch, did not go lost when she pulled you into the bed. She was flustered, a vision of her past-self, an innocent Sokovian girl who found herself siding with the Avengers to save the world, was clear as day for a moment. Shame filled her features when she ran her fingers down your mutilated thighs, the tips finding the womb tattoo she had gifted you with.

She cupped her face and for a moment, you swore you were back in her universe. You gained clarity, mind coming to terms with the recent events as you place a hand above her own. Wanda was broken, tears filling her eyes as she allowed herself to be weak for once, to be vulnerable before her star-crossed lover’s appearance.

“We’ll be together forever. I’m never letting you go again,” she murmured, her lips shining down upon yours. It was the first time during those weeks she was the slightest bit tender with you, while laying in bed, legs all interlaced with her dragging you on top, you knew you were home. “Kiss me.”

You spent what felt like hours devouring one another. Your brain was still woozy, mind overtaken by Wanda who made you hers over and over. Her nipples brushed against your own, skins slapping as you turned to one. There was no need to fight for dominance as Wanda would come out on top, groaning as she slipped her tongue between your lips.

“Come here, honey. It’s time for us to sleep,” Wanda whispered as she dragged your face to her chest. She guided you until your mouth brushed against one of her nipples. Curiously eyeing up at her with big, doe eyes made her smirk. “Go on, baby. You can suck. I remember you loved doing that with mommy. It was your favorite reward of them all.”

Latching onto her nipple felt natural. Wanda sighed with relief, beaming as she got to feel the happiness experienced in her previous universe. She spent years seeking you out after fighting Thanos. He had taken everything from her – her happiness, her love, and you. She was not proud of herself, of having succumbed to the Darkhold while taking the life of a rather powerful girl to gain her abilities. Bringing those fallen behind had soothed her grief. After all, Natasha and Tony had forever been part of the team she once called a family.

You sucked on her nipple for countless hours. A hand came to play with your hair, fingers drifting soothingly upon your scalp as your eye began closing once and for all. Wanda hummed quietly to a tune you found oddly familiar. While on the run after Germany, she always did love holding you close and whispering sweet Sokovian lullabies until you eventually succumbed to rest.

“Missed you,” you grumbled all tired and ready to fall asleep. You were barely conscious when she turned around with confusion over her features.

There were dreams you’d had which you didn’t know she’d tainted. For decades Wanda had found herself in that universe waiting for you to come to her. She was patient, a feline creature waiting for her prey to be vulnerable enough for the taking. Eyeing you happily, she found herself prouder than ever.

“Hey, look at me,” Wanda raised her eyebrows before roughly grabbing your chin. She pulled you from her nipple, eyes turning red as a sudden jolt of adrenaline shot through her. “You’ll be mommy’s good girl forever, won’t you.”

No hesitation was required for you to give your answer. Even with your jaw all sore, dry tear tracks adorning your flushed cheeks underneath the moonlight, you replied with a choked “Yes.” For Wanda, that was enough to seal your fate without daring to look back at your previous freedom.

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i usually don't read alpha/omegaverse shit but this was actually so magnificent. its fucking scrumptious

Hi could I please request Dark!Alpha!Scarlet Witch where the reader is in heat and SW is her stalker and watches her from afar and wanda uses her magic to tease and sends images of her fucking reader into her head so all reader can think about is her even though they've never (properly) met and after awhile she gets bored and knocks at readers door and reader is too horny to question why the SW is just randomly at her door so SW uses her magic on her to tease her some more and starts to stimulate her and eventually reader is begging to be fucked and when SW finally fucks her after teasing her so much she pins reader down and fucks her so rough and is sooo degrading about it. With humiliation and some spanking please? Thank you

-random slut🫡

The Twilight Zone - Wanda x Fem!Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,724

Warnings: G!P Dark!Alpha!Scarlet Witch, Omega!Reader, Mating Cycles, Heats & Ruts, Breeding, Omegaverse, Knots, Humiliation, Spanking, Degradation, Dacryphilia, Size Kink, Mommy Kink, Mind Control, Dub-Con | Minors DNI

Summary: After having watched you from afar for ages, the Scarlet Witch finally sets out to stake claim over what is rightfully hers — you.

There was something off about the air as you awoke in the middle of the night. It was cold and dark, your room shadowed while the moon shone down your window. You didn’t think anything of it when you groggily turned and found it open. The breeze was nice enough, you shrugged when rolling your eyes at the way your curtains flew and shutting them off once again.

You were far too exhausted from having spent a day fighting against your heat. It was both suffocating and overwhelming as you couldn’t help but grind down against whatever was close to you, whether it was a pillow or a stuffed animal. Either way, your body craved to be taken. The flashes that appeared in your head from time to time, images of a mysterious redheaded woman devouring your soul, only made matters worse.

Already half-asleep, you found yourself oblivious to the presence of another being in your room. A pair of red eyes shone brightly from your door, the lock closing as the phantom ghosted closer to the bed. She had seen you from afar months before, already staking claim over you, something which you were unaware of. The Scarlet Witch craved her omega’s taste, your slick that she desperately craved to face.

“Hello, my pretty girl,” came her maniacal voice. You stirred in your sleepy state, but brushed it off as a product of your imagination. Not even the dip over your bed made you stir as the older woman crawled to lay upon you after having pulled the sheets down. “It’s about time we met.”

Wanda had grown tired of waiting for you. She left various gifts at your doorstep, flowers along with beautiful notes that took her days to find the proper notes to write down. Still, you merely ignored them. It was time for you to pay, to be finally mated with the only woman who dared care for you the way she did.

It only took a flick of the wrist, hands turning red, for your clothes along with her own to vanish. The sudden bout of frosty air caused you to stir in your sleep. You stared up with half-open eyes, curiously looking at the dark figure that hovered over your newly nude body – you were far too gone to question it.

You were turned around without another word. The action in itself caused you to frown as you regained a hint of consciousness. With your face pressed against your pillow, you attempted to crane your neck enough to catch sight of the person who sat behind you. Before you could even dare try to scream for help, the tip of Wanda’s length pressed against your backside.

The images came back without missing a beat. Your mind wandered to thoughts of being bent over a surface as a lanky redhead stood behind you, her hand digging into your skin before she inched her hips forward. Just like in real time, your cunt was teased before being stretched apart. You alternated between experiencing the fantasy set upon your mind and the fingers that glided against your slit before a smack landed upon your ass.

“You’re her,” you breathed out as panic began to settle where previous exhaustion lay. Even when you attempted to move away, your body appeared to be stuck on the bed. “You’re the one that’s been doing all this shit! Get off me!”

“Oh shut up, your ungrateful brat. Can’t you see I’ve been doing all this to make you happy?” Wanda shot back with a huff. She threw another hit over one of your cheeks, although this time it was much stronger than the last casual one. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, baby. Your smell is intoxicating. I can’t ever stop thinking about you, my sweet Y/N. You haven’t been claimed, have you? I think it’s time to change that.”

You barely had time to fight back, to try and push the woman off your bed before a hand found itself at the side of your head. There were macabre whispers behind you as both her hand and your eyes turned red. Without missing a beat, your brain turned blank. All that lay deep in your subconscious was Wanda, the rough alpha who would be your first mate.

“Much better,” she chuckled darkly from behind you. “Now it’s time for the two of us to have some fun, little whore.”

Not being one to waste time, Wanda immediately struck down on your backside once more. She grew addicted to your ass growing scarlet red even through the darkness of the night. The sounds you let out, little mewls where pain and horror hid, were wondrous melodic tunes to her ears. They only made her spank you with much vigor while alternating from cheek to cheek.

Her body completely overtook your own. You were left gasping for a breath as Wanda pressed down over you. She didn’t stop hitting you until you sobbed, fresh tears running down your tinted cheeks – the redhead did love seeing you sob while in such pain. You didn’t allow yourself to speak just yet as your mind swirled with unabashed arousal.

“I need you so bad, please,” you cried while grinding your hips against the air in search of whatever pleasure you could find. Your body was lit aflame by Wanda who merely soothed a hand over each of your cheeks, devilishly smirking at the bruises she left behind. “Fuck me now. I can’t go on like this anymore. I’ve been so needy these past few days and I can’t find a way to make it better. I’m so wet and ready to mate. I need…I need you, mommy!”

That was enough for Wanda’s animalistic persona to come out. She wasted no time in grabbing her length, already painfully hard after having teased you for so long, and pressed it against your entrance. Your legs were spread apart and ready to take all of her. The alpha grunted for a moment as she got to feel the juices that oozed from your hungry pussy.

“Little whore wants mommy to fuck her, isn’t that right? You’re practically drooling for my cock,” Wanda mocked while dragging her tip up and down your slit. “I bet you’d look so cute carrying my pups, slut. I couldn’t help myself any longer. I just need to breed my pretty princess. I need you to be mine one and for all.”

In a swift movement, Wanda eased herself inside you. You had never taken anything as large as her, her cock quickly stretching your velvety walls apart that hugged her with need. Your slick made it easy for her to slide inside, not even daring to stop for a second to allow you to grow used to being penetrated in such a delicious manner.

“Mommy’s brainless whore. Just imagine what people would say if they saw you like this. The window is still open, baby, but you can be as loud as you want. Stupid slutty pup,” Wanda growled before shoving the rest of her length inside you. “You’re so fucking tight for me, honey. Is this all for mommy?”

She was not soft by any means. Wanda thrust herself deep inside you to the point you feared her rearranging your guts with her strength. The woman’s hips were rhythmically moving back and forth, her cock sliding in and out while your let out loud moans – the entire neighborhood surely listened to your screaming.

“Go on, let them hear how good mommy fucks you. Show them what a dumb, brainless bitch you are for me,” she roared with might. Wanda found it highly erotic to watch as you bawled your eyes out with a mix of pain and pleasure. It only made her movements much rougher than the last. “I’ll fill your pussy up until you’re dripping with my cum. I bet you’re so excited to have mommy’s special treat in you. Just like the slut you are.”

For the first time ever since your heat began, you found a pinch of relief. You came undone while Wanda kept fucking you, your teary eyes rolling to the back of your head as an orgasm shot through you. Your body was left limp over the bed, unmoving as your breaths came out ragged and your alpha simply kept going.

“Hmm that feels so good, mommy. You’re so big,” you mumbled with a goofy smile spread across your lips.

Wanda ignored as she shoved her cock deep inside your cunt until a small bulge appeared over your stomach. She remained inside, her focus being on the knot that grew by the second. The more she fucked you, surely building you up for a second orgasm, the bigger it turned.

“Time to swallow, pretty girl,” Wanda laughed.

Everything soon stopped as white spurts began filling you up. They were warm, your body reacting delightfully to the action of being tainted by your newly found alpha’s essence. Wanda held you close, her knot preventing any of her sticky, slick cum to drip down your pussy as you were bred once and for all. The eroticism was only heightened once her mouth found your neck before teeth sunk down upon your skin. After moments of holding it there, still stuffing you with her seed, you soon carried the Scarlet Witch’s mark upon your body.

“That felt good, didn’t it?” Wanda rhetorically asked as she kissed the back of your neck before her lips ventured down your back. “How does it feel to finally be owned by your mommy? Now I got a cute little breeding bitch at my disposal – my own personal cum rag. It’s adorable, really, but we’re not done just yet. We’ve only gotten started, baby.”

You relaxed your body against Wanda’s, no longer crying as she held you close. Her knot was still deep inside your cunt, only shifting slightly so you could feel drops of white drip down your body. Even if you were a fucked up mess in the moment, a pretty whore for her to ruin, Wanda’s torture was far from over. With a smile, the woman leaned back and smacked your ass all over again, smirking as the gears in her head shifted with various ideas of how to best use her new toy.

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this is absolutely scrumptious. why can't I have this?

mommy wanda flustering you until you’re barely coherent, your face red and your panties wet, only for her to completely back off. then, she smirks at your confused face, saying,

“if you want something, darling, you just need to ask for it.”

knowing DAMN well you’re shy asf

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lesbianloml · 5 months

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this whole series had me foaming at the mouth. incredible work

Animal. | w. maximoff

i wanna fuck you like an animal; i wanna feel you from the inside.

summary: in which wanda left during a fight and came back with more than just anger.

warnings: top!wanda, dubcon, strap, fingering, choking, overstimulation, degradation, LOTS of angst, dark!wanda being feral and angry as per usual, a very long and emotional one-shot, this is for all my bottoms out there

this post is for 18+ only. please be aware: there are strong elements of angst and dubcon. if this is triggering for you, please scroll on.

(this is part 1 of The Darkhold series.)

The cold water felt icy on your tear-stained cheeks. After hours of crying, it felt refreshing to splash your face and wash away all the dried tears. The faucet creaked as you turned the water off and pressed the soft towel against your now damp cheeks. As you left your face buried in the cloth for a moment, all you could think about was what your mind had been riddled with for the past several hours—Wanda.

She had become something different ever since she got her hands on the Darkhold. She'd become cold, distant, and irritable. The arguments had been piling up over the course of several weeks, all culminating into a screaming match that ended with her dramatically leaving the house without telling you where she was going or when, or if she would be back. It was not like her to not give you reassurance—she knew your anxiety better than anyone else.

Sighing, you rubbed the towel over your face rigorously, attempting to wipe away all the stress bundling in your nervous system. Finally, you pulled the towel away, taking a deep breath before opening your eyes.

A scream escaped your lips when you were met with the image in the mirror—Wanda standing directly behind you. You whipped around to face her, dropping the towel on the floor.

"Wanda?!" you exclaimed, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. How did you not hear her come in? How had you missed the sound of her car pulling in the driveway, or the front door opening, or her coming into the bathroom and standing right behind you?

Only aiding your nervousness, she said nothing. Her eyes looked darker than usual, and a blankness filled them and made it seem like you were looking right through her. You couldn't tell if the hard expression on her face was solemnity or anger, but you could tell that something looked strikingly different.

Her flamed hair that cascaded over her shoulder caught your eye. Between orange locks, you caught sight of stark black strands hidden there. Your eyebrows sewed together. Did she dye her hair in the span of time that she was gone? Why would she dye it so subtly that any other person would not have even noticed the dark strands there?

"Wanda, where have you been?" you pressed, feeling small under her glooming stare. You tried to make your voice sound firm, but there was a definite edge that you knew she heard.

No answer came, and you started to become scared. You were about to repeat your question, but suddenly she raised her hand. As she moved her hand towards your face, your eyes widened at the sight of her fingertips. They had turned black at the very ends, the darkness seeping down and nearly reaching her knuckles. At first, you thought maybe she really did dye her hair, and the dye had perhaps stained her fingers. Somehow, you knew that wasn't the case when her fingertips grazed your cheek.

You gasped—they were ice cold. After so much time being with Wanda, you knew exactly how her hands felt. You had held them, gazed upon them, been touched by them so many times that they were engrained in your memory. And in that moment, when they cradled your face in an eerily gentle manner, they did not feel like Wanda's hands.

You found yourself slapping her arm away and backing away from her. "Don't touch me," you snapped, eyeing her up and down as if she were a stranger. Finally, a look other than blankness crossed her face. She tilted her head and looked at you questioningly.

"Don't touch you?" she spoke, her voice feeling loud in your ears even though she had spoke quietly.

You didn't know what to think. You had already felt like the world around you was on fire. You thought Wanda had left you for good, that you would only ever see her again if she came back to get her stuff and move out. But no, what you realized was happening was even worse than that.

"It's that damned book, isn't it?" you breathed. Clenching your jaw, you waited for her answer.

"What book?" she questioned, and you noticed the curl of a smirk on her lips.

Your face grew hot with frustration. "Don't play games with me!" Reaching forward, you snatched her wrist and held it up. "Look at your hands, Wanda! Look at what it's doing to you!"

Wanda snatched her wrist from your hold, a glint of red forming in her eyes. She scowled with anger, head tilting as her eyes burned into yours. "That book is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Her sentence felt like a gunshot to your chest, and you moved backwards as if you had been shot. Scoffing, you crossed your arms. "Funny, that's what you used to say about me."

You knew you shouldn't have said such a thing, and that much was evident when the scowl was wiped away from her face, the red in her eyes being replaced with a look of hurt. For a moment, she looked like the Wanda you knew.

That moment was fleeting.

Pursing her lips, Wanda took a step closer to you. "I think you're a little too wound up." Placing her hands on your shoulders, she rubbed them firmly, your body moving with the motion as you noticed that she felt stronger than usual. "Mmm, you're so tense. Want me to work those kinks out for you?"

You pushed her hands away from you, which only elicited a dark chuckle from her. You could feel the words bubbling up, and before you could stop them, you leaned up on your toes and got closer to her to snap, "I have plenty of people who I would let work those kinks out for me, and right now you're certainly not one of them."

The smile died from Wanda's face, but you weren't in the mood to put up with her any more. Turning, you went to leave, but the door slammed shut in front of you. You jumped back at the sound of it slamming, noticing dark red energy holding it shut. To your knowing dread, as you grabbed the knob and tried to open it, it wouldn't budge.

Sighing, you let your forehead rest against the cool wood. You didn't want to turn around and see the anger and hurt on her face. You didn't want to argue anymore. You wished that everything would go back to how it was before the Darkhold, before Wanda became something she wasn't supposed to be.

"Wanda," you whispered gently, "Please open the door." Maybe if you bargained with her in a calmer way, she would ease up. Before the Darkhold, Wanda was already subject to her extreme emotions. As of recent, her emotions bordered insanity, and as much as you hated to admit it, you dreaded what she may have been capable of.

"Turn around," came her voice, velvety and calm—too calm.

"Open the door," you pleaded.

"Look at me," she hissed, and you felt your ears burn at the sound.

Finally, you let go of the knob and slowly turned around to face her. To no surprise, she looked royally pissed.

"Other people, huh?" she husked. "Let's see," she began, looking at the floor thoughtfully as she came closer. "Natasha? Well, she's dead. Tony? Dead. Steve? He's gone, too. Hmmm... if my calculations are correct..." She came even closer, backing you up against the door. You held your breath as she removed all space between the two of you. Her index finger, blackened, poked the middle of your chest as she whispered finally, "You have no one."

A sick smile twisted her lips as tears welled in your eyes.

"Oh, don't be sad, milaya," she said in a feigned caring tone, bringing her finger to drag it softly down your cheek. She came even closer, and you turned her head away from her as her nose grazed your cheekbone. "You have me. You know I take good care of you."

Her hands grabbed your sides, pulling your lower half against her. You kept your palms firmly on the door and tried to pull away from her, having to tilt your head even farther away as she pressed her mouth against your cheek.

"I don't want you," you snapped, although your body was betraying you by the warmth that followed her hands on your waist. You hated the way she held you, and the way it felt right even with her darkened fingers.

"You and I both know that's not true," she lilted, planting her foot between yours and pushing her knee against you but keeping it still. You felt more warmth inside you, and you tried your hardest to ignore it as she moved her nose to your neck and inhaled your scent.

"I hate you," you snapped, grabbing her wrists that had begun to slide up your shirt and keeping them still.

"I love you," she countered against your ear, and you felt more tears burn in your ears. You didn't hate her. Even as she was now, you could never hate her. And it had been so long since she had told you she loved you that the words made your heart break all over again.

Her hands tried to go up your shirt, but you pushed them away again. "Don't touch me."

"Let me fuck you," she whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your collarbone.

"Get off me, Wanda," you pleaded, fighting to keep her hands from moving any further upwards, but her grip was like iron on your abdomen.

She began kissing your cheek, moving her lips closer to your mouth. You craned your neck as far away from her as you could, but she kept moving inwards. You moved your hands to her chest and pushed her away slightly so you could snap your head in the other direction, and she used the opportunity to dive her hands upwards and grab your breasts. Her knee between your legs moved, and you bit your lip as your body involuntarily reacted.

You cursed yourself for not wearing a bra as her fingers pinched your nipples, her lips still trying to kiss you. You could tell Wanda was enjoying your internal and external struggle, because every time you tried to push her away she just kept pressing harder against you.

Suddenly, she ground her knee hard between your legs, and you couldn't help but suck in a breath at the friction.

"There she is," Wanda praised you as she bucked her knee up again, watching you bite your lip so hard it bruised so as to not give her any sound. "It's been so long, hasn't it, detka? I can't imagine how pent up you must feel, not getting railed every night like you're used to."

Your cheeks burned at her words and her sultry voice, and you tried harder to push her away. "Go away," you weakly spoke, and you regretted it because your desire was evident in your voice.

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby," Wanda purred against your cheek, having littered it in kisses at this point. She moved to your neck and paused, chuckling before remarking, "Well, maybe just a little bit."

She punctuated her sentence by delivering a hard bite on your tender flesh and bucking her knee against you again, and this time you couldn't not react. Your lips parted in a gasp, and she took the opportunity to finally kiss you. You tried to close your mouth, but her tongue slipped inside, kissing you hungrily and sloppily as you fought against her.

Still angry at her, you impulsively clamped your teeth onto her tongue. Yelping, she immediately got off you, backing away and holding out her tongue. You felt suddenly cold as you trembled against the door, only now realizing just how wet you felt in your underwear. You watched her press her fingers against her tongue and then look at them to find that that you bit her tongue so hard it was bleeding.

Her eyes slowly raised to meet yours, and you almost started frantically apologizing because of the look on her face. A hint of amusement crossed her features as she spoke, "Wrong move, detka."

Before you could move, she grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward. You lost your footing as she slammed you over the counter, your face hitting the cold surface. You didn't have time to process as she moved her free hand to the button of your jeans, keeping the other hand on the back of your neck. In a moment, she had undone your pants and yanked them to your ankles along with your underwear, kicking your feet open.

"You lied to me, detka."

Your face was hot against the cold counter, and even through all the buzzing in your body, you managed to whisper, "What?"

"You told me you didn't want me." Her cold hand cupped your bare pussy, and you jerked forward at the feeling. "Your pussy says differently." She combed her fingers through your folds, feeling your wetness.

You gritted your teeth as your body reacted to her touch. You had to dig your hipbones painfully into the counter to keep them from moving into her touch.

Her fingers moved to your clit and circled it, and a noise came from the bottom of your throat. Your hands pressed firmly against the counter, trying your hardest to keep from reacting.

"Don't punish yourself, milaya," Wanda said from behind you as she continued rubbing your clit in slow, tortuous circles. "I could do this all day, you know. I can torture your clit for hours on end if that's what you want."

"No!" you immediately yelled. You weren't doubtful of her threat, for you knew Wanda could keep her resolve if she truly wanted to.

She pressed her fingers harder against you, and you buried your face into the counter as her hand squeezed the back of your neck. "Then just say the words," she spoke, and you could barely hear her because she pinched your clit, bringing another guttural sound from you. Without realizing it, you had been arching yourself into her hand, and somehow you didn't want to stop yourself.

You tried to listen to your mind over your body. Wanda had grown toxic. She had hurt you and been cruel, and now she was trying to fuck you as if she still had any claim over you after what she's done.

The worst part was that was exactly right. You didn't want anyone else to touch you this way, and even through all the muddled feelings you had against her, you wanted her. You wanted her desperately.

You bit your lip hard to keep the words you wanted to say from tumbling out. A metallic taste washed over your tongue, and with another pinch to your clit, you couldn't hold them back any longer.

"Fuck me!" you exclaimed into the counter, your words muffled.

"What was that?" Wanda asked in amusement, and you could only imagine the smirk on her face.

You moved your head to the side so she could hear you and begrudgingly repeated, "I said fuck me."

"I want to hear you beg," she lilted, and anger ignited inside you.

"I fucking hate you," you spat, and suddenly her hand left your clit. You whined in reaction, balling your fists against the counter.

"Do you?" she asked from behind you. "That's interesting, considering you're bent over for me like a desperate slut."

Your face burned. "I don't really have much choice, do I?"

"Don't you?" she countered, and your face scrunched in confusion.

That was when you realized that her hand was not on the back of your neck holding you down. Embarrassment washed over you—how long had you been bent over without her having to hold you down?

You could only laugh bitterly in that moment, slowly raising yourself to stand again, feeling wobbly as you came up. You looked at Wanda's face in the mirror. She was standing a bit away behind you, smirking.

"Now say it again," she spoke, coming closer to reach in front of you and gently hold your chin. You bucked your chin against her hand, but she held it firmly. "Much nicer this time."

It took everything in you to not turn around and slap that smirk off her face. The ache between your legs was too powerful to make you do anything other than what Wanda was asking of you.

"Fuck me," you whispered, "Please."

This time, you had no choice. Red magic wrapped around your wrists and slammed them onto the counter, causing you to bend at your waist again. Wanda's fingers came back to your core, circling around your entrance.

"Oh, no need to beg, baby. You're mine, and I can have you whenever I want," she said in a despotic chuckle.

Your lips parted in shock that she had made you beg for nothing. "You bitch—"

You hadn't gotten the words out before she plunged her fingers inside you, reaching so deep that your mouth fell open wide. Your pussy clenched around her, keeping her fingers locked in for a moment before she pulled them out, slipping them easily in again and pressing against your spot.

"Fuck," you breathed, hands grabbing at the flat surface as she moved inside you expertly. She knew every part of you, inside and out, and it wasn't long before you could feel pressure in your belly.

"It really has been a while, hasn't it?" Wanda purred huskily as her free hand rubbed up your spine comfortingly. "You feel tighter." With her words, she spread her fingers wide inside you, and you whined, feeling the stretch as your climax approached. "Don't worry, I'll get you stretched out for me."

Her fingers hit your spot again, coaxing you into an orgasm that had your whines echoing in the small bathroom. She hummed in approval as you came on her fingers, her hand rubbing your back tenderly. "Good girl."

You panted as she pulled her fingers out, leaving you empty. You half-listened as she moved away, holding your breath to listen intently as the bathroom door opened. You went to stand up and look, but the magic was still holding you down.

You stood there alone in the bathroom for a few moments, processing what had just happened. Right as you started coming back to your lust-hazed senses about the entire situation, you heard Wanda return and slam the door shut again.

"You've been bad, you know that?" she said, and you felt her take your pants which had been pooled around your ankles and take them off you completely. There was silence for a moment before she spoke again. "Do you really hate me?"

Your heart froze in your chest and cracked. That last sentence finally sounded like the Wanda you knew and loved, and you felt guilt spread inside your stomach that you said such a horrible thing to her.

"No," you said honestly.

"Then why did you say it?"

The bathroom suddenly felt very small as you went silent for a moment. "I didn't mean it."

"So you were lying when you said it?"

You froze again. You were caught between two wrongs. There was nothing Wanda hated more than dishonesty, and you knew that first and foremost. But you did not hate her, not even a little bit. You were angry at her, hurt by her, and didn't know what had become of your relationship, but you did not hate her.

"Yes," you said in a breath. "I was lying. I don't hate you."

You jerked when her hands met your hips. "So you're a liar, then?" Her voice sounded cold now.

"I'm not a liar," you countered with a tone of irritation.

"Hmm... well you lied to me. You just admitted it. Unfortunately for you, detka, but that makes you a liar."

You felt a dildo press against your entrance, and anxiety filled you. Wanda leaned down, her weight pressing you into the counter as she moved her lips to your ear.

"Remember when I said I wouldn't hurt you?"

You felt frozen even if you were being held down. You could see her hair laying on the counter beside you, the strands of black evident. It reminded you of what Wanda was now, and you felt dizzy.

"Answer me." Her hands harshly squeezed your hips, snapping you back into the present.

"Yes," you whispered.

Her hands rubbed your hips where she had bruised them and she hummed approvingly into your ear, causing heat to erupt there. "And do you remember when I said maybe I would, just a little bit?"

No answer came from you because right then, something was entering you. Pain came in mere seconds as the large piece pushed slowly through your entrance. You cried out, your hands grabbing desperately against the counter. One of Wanda's hands left your hip to press against the back of yours, entwining her fingers through yours and pressing your palm against the counter. She shushed your cry, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You squeezed your eyes shut as she pushed the strap further inside you, and what was only an inch felt like several with how big it was. Your entrance burned at the intrusion, and you tried to move your hips away from her.

"It hurts," you whined.

Wanda shushed you again, her heavy breaths fanning against the side of your face. "I told you I would stretch you out, y/n. I'm not a liar."

Her words echoed vaguely in your ears, and that resolve of yours which Wanda had always loved came back to you. "I'm not a fucking liar," you whispered.

Growling, Wanda snapped her hips, driving the dildo all the way inside you until her hips were flush against your ass. You cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the pain. Your breaths came hard and fast as the room began to spin.

"Breathe," Wanda said firmly, but you could not hear her through the pain inside you. "Breathe, baby," she said louder but softer, her hand moving your hair away from your face gently.

Doing as she said, you took slow, deep breaths, calming yourself. Having mercy on you, she stayed motionless for several moments. Once you had calmed down, she slowly dragged it out of you, meeting resistance.

"Wanda, it's too big," you said frantically as the pain returned, but her hand that came to rub circles in your back eased you.

"No, you're doing great, baby." She kissed your cheek again as she pushed it back inside you. You winced through the pain, but once it met your depths again, you felt that warm blossom of pleasure inside you.

Wanda's hand held yours as she went slowly, kissing your tears as the pain finally began to fade away. With each snap of her hips, more pleasure erupted, and soon your ass was grinding against her.

"That's it, detka," she said through heavy breaths against your cheek as she picked up her pace. "Fuck, you feel so good," she breathed, grabbing onto your hip.

Your moans drifted into the air as she fucked you, and between her weight pressing into you and the overwhelming pleasure, you were gasping for breaths. Your pussy still ached from the stretch but eagerly took her strap in with each thrust, and the only pain you felt was your hips digging into the counter and Wanda's teeth biting at the back of your neck. Both of her hands were on your hips now, holding them in place as her own slapped against your ass loudly.

With your stomach pressing against the counter, you could feel how long the strap was by the way it nudged against the inside of your belly when she pushed it all the in. While the room was still spinning, you felt glorious being fucked so deep and so hard.

Wanda's hips started to stutter, and her moans came against the back of your neck. Knowing that she was using magic to give herself pleasure only heightened your own, and your walls started to throb around her.

You felt a hand tangle in your hair and you were suddenly lifted off the counter, the magic on your wrists disappearing. You opened your eyes to see yourself in the mirror, and the sight was something to behold.

Your cheeks were flaming red and slick from the tears you hadn't known were there, and bruises had already turned purple on your hipbones. What really turned you on was the sight of Wanda behind you, nose buried in your neck but dark eyes connecting with yours in the mirror. The position brought new angles and new pleasures, and before you knew it, you were seconds away from climax.

You squeezed your eyes shut, but Wanda delivered a husky command. "Look at me when you cum."

You managed to open your eyes and look at her through the mirror right as you came, your mouth falling open as your pussy pulsated around her cock. Wanda watched you the entire time, grunting into your ear. "God, you look so pretty when I'm inside you."

You could have orgasmed again just from that sentence, but your second one was so hard that you found yourself falling onto the counter, your trembling legs going limp. You began to slip down to the floor, but Wanda quickly caught you and held you up as she pulled out of you.

Turning you around, she lifted you up so you were sitting on the very edge of the counter. Your back leaned against the mirror, and you were brought back to your senses when you felt her enter you again. You hissed from how sensitive you were, but you didn't have the chance to let her know that because she was kissing you roughly.

Wanda began thrusting inside you again, somehow even harder than before. Your legs hooked around her torso as she held your waist. Her lips left yours, her dark eyes flickering to see she had nearly bruised them with her forceful kiss. Her hand cradled your face as she looked into your eyes.

"Do you love me?" she asked, but her cock was slamming inside you so hard you could barely comprehend what she had said.

You gasped when her hand slammed around your throat. Your hands impulsively came up to push hers away, but red magic slammed them against the mirror so hard it cracked beneath your wrists.

The hand that wasn't around your throat met your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. "Answer me," she pleaded, and though her actions were rough and angry, her voice was desperate.

"I love you," you answered, biting back a moan. It may have sounded hurried and flippant, but it was the truth. You loved Wanda almost painfully. You loved her with your heart and with your body, and nothing would ever change that. You could tell her you hated her all you wanted to, but that did not change how you really felt. "I love you," you repeated, forcing your eyes to open to see the pleading and lustful look in hers. "I love—"

You came again, head falling back and pushing hard against the mirror. Wanda's hand left your throat and cradled the back of your head to protect it from the glass, and she kissed you through your moans.

"I love you," she echoed, driving her hips forcefully into you. Tears flowed from your eyes as she fucked you through your orgasm, and your pussy started to burn from all the stimulation. Wanda did not let up, though, burying her face into your neck.

"Too much," you whined, trying to squeeze your legs shut and force her out, but she firmly opened them and fucked you in a rhythm-less pace, grunting into your neck as she desperately plowed into you.

You tried to stay as conscious as possible as tears clouded your vision. Wanda moaned against you as she chased her own high, and the wildness of her thrusts coaxed into yet another involuntary orgasm as she came against you.

She panted against your shoulder as she finally slowed her pace, coming to a stop as the magic released your wrists. Her arms wrapped around your limp figure, holding you close against her. She stayed inside you, giving you both a moment to catch your breath. Pulling away from you, she slipped the strap out of you, taking it off and setting it down with your pile of pants.

Her arms wrapped around you again, this time lifting you up off the counter. Your arms and legs latched around her, clinging onto her for life as she carried you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. As she laid you down on the mattress, you stayed tightly wrapped around her, so she simply laid down on top of you, rubbing her hands gently up and down your sides.

You fought the sleep that threatened you for a few silent moments, listening to her heavy breaths. Finally, the words came. "You're not going to leave, are you?"

Leaning up, Wanda looked down at you with a strangely apologetic smile. "Oh, detka. I'm not even here."

Your eyebrows sewed in confusion. "What?"

Suddenly, you were in your bed alone, sitting up with a gasp. Blinking in fear and confusion, you looked around to see that Wanda was not there. Your pants were still on, and there were no bruises on your hips. Wiping your eyes, you realized that you had fallen asleep crying. It had all just been a dream. The fight with Wanda had only happened an hour ago, but she still had not returned.

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