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Cuts of Your Silhouette (18+)
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda can no longer go to the universe where she'd be most happy but she'll use all the power she's accumulated so far to go the universe where she's most loved. What she finds in this universe is unexpected but in the end, Wanda cannot help but covet it no matter what.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. soft!dark!Wanda. dubcon. explicit smut. Fingering. Oral. choking. overstimulation. strap-on use (cum filled). dirty talk. obsessive behaviour. domestic fluff. angst. MoM spoilers
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Note: Innocent moots, don't look at me 👀 This is me acknowledging MoM but only in the fact that Wanda is so hot and deserves to be happy in her own unhinged way LOL
miláčik - honey/darling
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The universe where I'm most loved.
Wanda chants this only thing in her head, cautious hope blooming where there was only decay. 
Earth-838 was no longer an option, thanks to Strange's incessant determination to stop her from becoming happy.
That universe was closed off to her, but it was okay. If Wanda couldn't have the universe where she was most happy, she could make do with where she was most loved. 
Wanda has just enough of America's power to make one trip, and she needs to make it count before Strange could come and ruin everything again.
The universe where I'm most loved.
A part of Wanda feels like she's missing something important from this universe she's abandoning. It almost feels as if something is resisting her from going to the universe where she's most loved, but Wanda forces her body to traverse. 
Enough. 
Wanda has had enough of the grief and misery this universe brought. She has always loved more and loved harder than everyone else in her life. For once, Wanda wants to be the person who is loved beyond imaginable measures. 
And this new universe will give that to her. 
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White quartz. 
It's the first thing Wanda notices. The kitchen island is huge, stretching and covering the middle of the kitchen, and she immediately falls in love with it. 
Wanda misses cooking real meals, a part of her that was subdued over time, with the lack of time and survival at the forefront. But this kitchen looked well-used while spotless. 
The smell of freshly baked cookies invades Wanda's nose, and she almost feels flustered at how homey it makes her feel. 
Looking up, Wanda turns her head and is shocked by her own reflection. Her hair is still a bright auburn, falling just a couple of inches below her shoulder with some natural waves as if she hadn't bothered straightening or fully curling it. 
"Mom, mom, mom!"
The sudden voices and thudding footsteps through the door startle Wanda. She looks to where the front door opened, and two tiny bodies come barreling through towards her.
The arms thrown around her waist almost knock the wind out of her, but the tears sting her eyes because—
"Billy, Tommy," Wanda trembles. 
"Mom, mom! Did you make the cookies?"
"Are they done?" 
"Can we have ice cream with it right now?" 
Wanda needs to swallow down the overwhelming emotion that knots in her throat before she can answer. 
Of course, Wanda thought. Where she was most loved—it'd be where her boys were. Whatever had occurred in this universe to cause Wanda to not be the happiest—it didn't matter because her boys were here, and as long as they were here, she could be the most loved.
"Sur—"
"Wanda Maximoff, you better not be giving in and spoiling the boys' appetite before dinner."
The new voice makes Wanda freeze. It's not familiar, raising Wanda's hackles as she holds the boys closer to her. She looks to the door again, and when you come through...Wanda's at a loss for words.
There's no universe where she's seen you.
You're struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your arms as you peer over to the trio. 
"Did you boys just abandon me with all the bags for cookies?" You cock your brows at them, meant to look displeased, but Wanda and the boys could see the tiny smirk of amusement on your lips. 
The boys giggle before they move out of Wanda's hold towards you. There's a moment where Wanda wants to grab them back to her again, but when she sees them running towards you and taking some of the bags to lessen your load, Wanda can't help but stare.
"Sorry, mum," Billy gives you a boyish smile, trying to take another bag from you to help.
"But we could smell the cookies from outside!" Tommy cackles but still helps you out as well. 
Wanda feels her heart stop.
Mum?
The boys were referring to you as mum?
How could you be—
Now that one of your hands is free, Wanda watches as you ruffle the boys' hair one at a time before kissing the crown of their head.
"I'll forgive this once because I know mom's cookies are the best in the world and if I had been faster...I would've left you two in the dust," you start laughing as the boy screams indignations with squealing laughter. 
You're still laughing as the three of you make it back to the kitchen, placing all the bags on the counter. 
"Why don't you two run up and finish your homework? We'll give you a call when dinner is ready." You look at the boys.
"But the cookies—"
"—Are for after dinner," you cut them off with a look that has the boys sighing as they look at each other and give you and Wanda a kiss on the cheek before running off. 
Anxiety fills Wanda the second she's alone with you. It makes her want to raise her hands, preparing to fight you because who could you be that would make you mum to her boys? Who were you to intrude in on her happiness and the world where she was most loved?
Was this a universe where Vision existed and they divorced? Were you their stepmother?
You turn your face to her, and Wanda's hackles rise like the hair on the back of her neck. You reach out, grabbing her apron and pulling her towards you. Wanda's about to unleash the full force of her magic on you but is stopped short when she feels warm lips against her own.
It's hot—needy and desperate almost. 
Her hand falls against your shoulder and grips at your shirt, and the kiss is broken.
"Hi, darling," you pant just mere inches away from her lips. "I really, really like when you look like this."
The way you say it almost sounds like a whine, and Wanda's lip twitches at it.
"Oh?" is the only thing Wanda can say.
You hum, peppering kisses against her jaw and down her neck, and the sensation is almost too overwhelming. On the one hand, this body feels accustomed to the physical affections, but Wanda is not.
"I missed you all day," you sigh. "Can't believe you're just being all pretty here all the time and I miss hours of it. Should I work from home tomorrow?"
Wanda swallows. Your lips keep peppering kisses, and Wanda almost has whiplash how the needy kisses turn into tender ones, brushing over the tip of her nose and eyelids. 
Something hot stings behind Wanda's eyes. 
"Can you?" Wanda manages to say. She doesn't know what to say otherwise. It's daunting to know she knows nothing about her life here—she knows nothing about you. 
"I don't have any meetings tomorrow," you stand straighter, your eyes drifting up in thought. "Maybe I should take the day off," you muse. "It's been a while since we did something fun with just the two of us."
Wanda doesn't know what to say. She just looks at you, wary and confused. You don't seem to notice her expression too much, taking her silence as agreement to what you suggested. 
You turn to look through the groceries. "What do you want to eat for dinner tonight? I bought a variety of things since you said you weren't sure what you're craving."
Wanda weighs her options and choices. She needs to integrate herself into this life and ensure you don't suspect anything.
"Is there something you're craving?" Wanda asks you in a friendly tone. 
You hum slowly in thought. "Oh, how about those meatballs you made last month? Those were so good, I've been dreaming about them." You start to put away the groceries other than what ingredients you'll need. You mull over what sides to have.
You're mumbling about what's easier to make, and it becomes clear to Wanda you'll be staying to cook with her, and although it's foreign, Wanda finds it endearing. 
Once you finish deciding, you turn to smile impishly at her, and Wanda quirks her brow at it. Despite not knowing you, she somehow feels like she knows that look on you.
"Want to split a cookie? We have to be super quiet, though. I'm pretty sure the boys have a secret power of knowing when we're eating cookies without them."
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It becomes clear throughout the evening that while, yes, her boys love her, they're not the reason why this variant of Wanda is the most loved in the universe.
It's you—you're the reason. 
The evening puts Wanda on edge for different reasons. She looks at the ring on her left hand, trying to not fiddle with it again. You helped her put it back on when the two of you were done cooking, seemingly knowing where she always placed it.
She was married, Wanda deliberated, to a woman. It was odd, Wanda had never considered it, but she found that she was at ease with it.
You make her laugh, you look at her with so much love, and Wanda feels suffocated by it. She feels smothered in every way she has ever wanted to be, and she could drown in your love and the way you look at her and the boys. 
They're not yours; it's obvious. You've stepped up into a role you never had to, yet you did. For her, yes, but because you love the two boys as if they're your own. 
You always find a way to touch her, as if you can't be close enough. It's your legs pressed against hers underneath the table, almost tangled together. It's your hand on top of hers at the diner table or on her thigh.
It's all subconscious, Wanda knows. She knows because she looks into your head on a surface level. Things float about and tease deep inside, and Wanda must refrain from breaking into your mind piece by piece. There'd be time for that later. 
"Alright, what should we do tonight? Movies? Games?" You ask as you gather the plates with Tommy to place into the dishwasher. Wanda's eyes trail after you, staring at your form in scrutiny before Billy tugs at her arm. 
"What do you want to do, mom?" He asks her, and Wanda knows he's asking her because he can tell she's been out of sorts, and it makes her heart swell.
"Oh, anything you want to do, sweetheart," Wanda wraps her arm around Billy, placing his head against her collarbone as she strokes his hair and kisses his forehead.
"Movie!" Tommy is screaming from the kitchen as he runs back in with you trailing behind with the cookies and ice cream.
"Do you mind grabbing plates, darling?" You ask Wanda, kissing the crown of her head as you pass by her and set the things down in your arms.
Wanda is about to get up, but you place your hand on her arm.
"Use your powers," you tilt your head in confusion as to why she was getting up.
Wanda is surprised you so openly encourage her to use her powers, but she likes it. Four plates float from the kitchen to the dining table and set themselves down gently. 
"Alright, how many cookie ice cream sandwiches do we want?" You look at the boys.
"Ten!" The boys shout simultaneously as they look at each other, smiling.
You snort, and Wanda finds herself laughing.
"Ambitious," you smirk, "but let's start with two and go from there."
"Mom," Tommy whines as he looks at Wanda like he knows she'll be more likely to cave in. "Tell mum to make it three."
The look Tommy gives her makes Wanda tender. This is everything she wanted, this was everything she deserved, and she'd do anything for her boys.
Wanda looks at you and shrugs. "It can't hurt to have one more."
You point the ice cream scoop at her but grab more cookies. "When either the ice cream melts by the time they get to the third one, or they get too full, you will regret this, Maximoff."
You're still grinning, and the boys are chatting animatedly, and Wanda is surprised to find she wants this moment to last, even with you in it.
The boys grab their plates and take off carefully to the sofa and begin looking for a movie to watch. You diligently make a cookie ice cream sandwich for Wanda.
"Let's go," you say as you pass her the dessert.
"Not going to make yourself one?" Wanda asked as you went to put the ice cream back in the freezer.
You return, pecking her quickly on the lips, and then promptly take a bite out of the dessert you just made Wanda.
"Someone's going to have to eat the third one the boys won't finish," you say after chewing.
"And if they finish it?" Wanda challenges.
You grin at her innocently. "If it seems like they're on track to eating the third one, I'll share with my generous wife."
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The boys don't finish the third ice cream cookie sandwich as you predicted, and you look entirely too smug at her when you're eating the soggy dessert. Of course, you generously shared the dessert with Wanda, who tried to refuse, but it was futile. 
The night was peaceful, and Wanda almost hadn't wanted it to end. You spent the evening curled into her, almost purring as she ran her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. You fit perfectly against her, warm and alive.
Wanda doesn't know what to think, and she merely goes with the flow, keeping you close as you clearly so want. She strokes the softness of the skin of your arm while you play with the fingers of her other hand.
When you do this, Wanda can't help but think about how you don't know. You don't know her corrupted fingers, blackened by the results of her desperation to be happy. 
"I think it's time for bed, boys," you say suddenly, and Wanda looks over to find the boys half-falling asleep on the couch.
"No, I'm not sleepy," Tommy argues, trying to open his eyes, but they stay half-lidded.
Billy doesn't seem to agree but doesn't speak up either, curling into Wanda's side.
"Bedtime, Tommy," Wanda gives him a look to which he frowns but agrees as he gets up with Billy, and they make their way upstairs.
"I'm going to clean up," you tell Wanda.
"Do you want help?" She offers, but you shake your head.
"No, why don't you start tucking the boys in and I'll be there soon?"
Wanda nods, hesitating for a moment before she leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth, and walks off. She can hear the sounds of dishes clanking as she makes her way up the stairs. Taking her time, she looks around. The hallway is filled with photos of you and her together, and there were photos of all four of them.
But one particular photo made her pause, heart dropping into her stomach as she stared at it.
A photo with Vision with the kids. 
Vision—he was in this universe as well? Had he died? She stares at the photo, finding that the kids don't look much younger—a year at the most.
Wanda stands at the photo longer than she thinks until she can hear someone calling her.
"Mom?"
It's Billy and Tommy, stepping out of the washroom as they've finished brushing their teeth.
"Hey, all ready for bed?" Wanda smiles at them, and they nod. She follows them to their room as they both jump into their bed, only a couple of feet away from each other. 
The scene is all too familiar, and her chest aches. She tucks them in, kissing each of their foreheads as she sits on the edge of Tommy's bed. At this point, you enter the room.
Tommy smiles at you as you grin back at him, walking over to him and kissing his forehead. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything.
You then walk over to Billy's bed, sitting on the edge and kissing his forehead.
"Did you have fun tonight?" You ask softly, and the boys nod. "And you finished your homework?"
The boys roll their eyes in union but nod nonetheless.
"Angels, the lot of you are," you tease, and they giggle. 
"Goodnight," you and Wanda bid. "See you in the morning."
"Goodnight," they say together.
"Love you," Billy says sleepily as his eyes close, and Tommy mumbles something similar. 
With that, you stand up, holding your hand out for Wanda. She looks at her kids one more time, chanting to herself that she will see them in the morning, that this isn't a dream and she won't wake to the nightmare. 
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"Were you okay today?" You ask softly. "You were kind of quiet."
The two of you were lying in bed together. You have curled into Wanda again. Your face rested against her chest, arm around her as you rubbed her back.
It's soothing, Wanda thought. It almost made her bitter that she hadn't felt like this in a long time. 
Wanda felt you shift and looked down to see you peering up at her. 
"Of course," Wanda reassures you. "Am I always so rambunctious?"
"Sometimes," you grin, teasing her, and Wanda pinches your side, making you try to wriggle away from her. She holds you tighter, preventing you from moving too far away from her. 
When things settle down, and you wriggle to move back close against her, Wanda stares at you pensively. 
"Do you love me?" She asks.
The question surprises you as you look back up at her. You study her face as if you were looking for answers.
"You haven't asked that since just before our wedding," you comment and that surprises Wanda. Because, at the very least, she knows the two of you have been married for a couple of years. 
This variant of her was so sure you loved her that she hadn't questioned it for years?
It was almost laughable to Wanda. Something jealous brews inside her, simmering just beneath the surface. 
Wanda doesn't say anything, and she thinks you might not either, or you'll say something so predictable and empty like, "of course I do."
But you simply press your face into her chest, reaching to grab her hand and drag it to your cheek.
"Look," you tell her, and Wanda freezes.
Privacy was always an issue for the people around Wanda. They always worried about whether or not she was listening to them, even if unintentionally. 
Now with how her powers had grown, it was a given that people automatically assumed she was breaking into your head. Don't get it wrong, Wanda had. Anything to get the results she wanted, she broke every unspoken rule to get it. 
But here you were, freely offering Wanda access. Here you were, being vulnerable to her with all the trust. 
And Wanda didn't hesitate. 
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You sleep soundly on your side with your back facing Wanda, and she stares at the back of your head. 
She should kill you, Wanda thinks, make it look like an accident. 
The boys would be sad, but she could help them get it over time, couldn't she?
Seeing into your mind was too much. It was too much to see how lucky this variant of this Wanda was. Sure, she had lost many people to Thanos. She had even lost Vision last year to another villain threatening earth. 
But the loss only makes Wanda laugh bitterly because she had already split with Vision years prior, agreeing to amicable joint custody with the boys. 
All because she fell in love with you. 
But could she blame this variant? Wanda watched everything play like a long sitcom about how you loved her. 
This variant had been as miserable as she, had lost just as much as Wanda had, but she had you. 
It was unfair, Wanda thought distantly. Why had you not been in her universe? Or if you were, why did they not meet? Why was she once again the only Wanda to be alone?
This variant loved you tenderly—desperately. She kissed and made love to you like you'd break if she was too rough. 
And Wanda hates that variant for it. To love something so much that she was capable of treasuring it. 
Wanda scoots closer to you, pressing against you as she wraps her arm around you, pulling you flush against her. She presses a kiss against your shoulder and bites into it.
You whimper.
Wanda resolves that all of this is hers now.
This life, the boys, and you. 
Everything belongs to her.
And the first thing Wanda wants to know is if you will break if she's too rough. 
Wanda's hand slides against your thigh, gripping the inner of it roughly before she moves back up and yanks your panties down.
The sharpness of her touch wakes you.
"Wanda?" Your voice is groggy as you startle. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you," Wanda replies simply, her hand slipping between your folds, rubbing your length slowly, stroking your clit in circles when she comes up.
You moan lowly, your hips moving with her hand as she sucks and nips at your neck. It isn't long until Wanda's fingers are slick from you.
"You got so wet quickly, miláčik," Wanda husks in your ear. "You must want me to fuck you badly."
Your breath hitches at the way Wanda talks to you. The two of you engage in dirty talk often, but not like this.
Wanda guides your leg over her hip before she resumes stroking your pussy until you're dripping and thrusting your hips desperately against her fingers for more.
Wanda's other hand is under you, wrapped around your torso and underneath your shirt as she gropes your chest roughly. Her index finger rolls your hardened nipple back and forth, and she can hear your labored breathing.
Your neck is littered with hickeys, dark and bruising. Wanda isn't even close to being done with you, and you look so ruined already. Wanda wants to see you completely undone. She wants to break you down to nothing so she can build you back up to be hers. 
"Wanda..." you keen, gripping the bed sheet on the side, trying to not cry at how bad you want more. Something feels different, but you can't put your finger on it. Honestly, you could barely even think about it with how your body was trembling.
"Use your words, miláčik," Wanda bites at your earlobe. "Tell me what you want—how ready your body is."
You feel close already with how diligent Wanda had been paying attention to your clit, but you just want—
"Please, please, please," you barely get out. "I want you inside, I wanna feel you...I want to cum."
Wanda mutters about how you're such a good girl and thrusts three fingers inside you until she's all the way in, stroking your walls.
"Oh, fuck, yes," you moan, gripping the bedsheets tighter as your leg tenses against Wanda's hip. 
How you feel on Wanda's fingers has her biting your shoulder again, almost hard enough to leave imprints. You whimper at the pain, but Wanda doesn't let up.
Her other hand abandons your chest and moves out of your shirt up to your neck, grasping it. You feel so delicate against her, and Wanda almost understands why this variant was adamant about being gentle. 
"Wanda—" you say, almost a little alarmed, but Wanda hushes you.
"You're gonna cum just like this," she hisses in your ear, squeezing your throat a little tighter. She licks the shell of your ear, and her voice is throaty when she says, "I missed you, too. You wouldn't even believe how long I've been waiting for you."
Wanda can feel herself dripping for you, but she wants to feel you come over her fingers. She keeps her thrusts inside you, curling her fingers as she strokes that spot inside you that makes you tremble. 
"Wanda—"
"Go on and cum, miláčik," Wanda moves her fingers a little faster, keeping the pressure steady as it finally mounts over, and you come with a long groan.
You feel lightheaded and exhausted as Wanda strokes you through the remnants of the hardest orgasm you've ever had.
Going limp against her body, Wanda releases your throat as she pulls her fingers out of you, earning a hum from you. She sucks the mess you made on her fingers, licking the length of her fingers one by one.
You're panting, trying to regain control of your breathing, and Wanda moves and pushes you to lie on your back. She grips the end of your t-shirt, dragging it up and over your head. She stares at your naked form unabashed, appreciating it for a moment before completely undressing herself. 
Wanda adjusts her body over yours, legs straddling your thigh. You feel Wanda lower herself, her wetness spreading over your thigh as she rides it slowly. 
The low guttural moan Wanda lets out sparks something in your stomach. She looks at you, her eyes glowing red for just a moment. 
"It's good you're taking the day off tomorrow."
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"Just like that," Wanda moans, grinding her hips more firmly.
Your hair is gripped tightly, hair threading through Wanda's fingers as she uses it as leverage to thrust her hips into your face. Wanda looks down, only able to see a little less than half your face as she's sitting on it while you eat her out. 
Your hands are hooked over Wanda's thigh, securing and occasionally massaging her thighs and hips. Your tongue dips inside her, and Wanda grunts. Her thighs tighten around your head. 
Wanda allows you to drag it out a little longer before she pulls at your hair in a warning, and you quickly fasten your lips around her clit, sucking and keeping the pressure steady until Wanda lets out a high keen, thrusting her hips with reckless abandon as she comes messily over your face. 
You don't complain about how she might be suffocating you, and when Wanda slows her hips, coming down from her high, she looks to the side. The curtains are still closed, but she can tell it's nearing noon. 
Wanda had woken up early to drop the kids off at school while you slept on obliviously. When she came back, she only let you sleep a little longer before waking you by peppering kisses up and down your neck, pressing her body into yours as she lay on top of you. 
Wanda's been working your body since, and she's lost count of how many times she's made you orgasm. Similarly, she's lost count for herself as well. 
Climbing off your face carefully, she watches you use your fingers to clean your face, licking her slick off your fingers. The sight of you exhausted but clearly having enjoyed yourself has Wanda leaving more hickeys down your body. You're littered with them, all marked up by her, and she revels in it. 
"Wanda..." you whine, trying to move your body away, but she holds you still. "I can't anymore."
But Wanda doesn't listen, kissing her way up your body until she's face to face with you. She captures your lips in a messy kiss, licking the inside of your mouth and the teeth pulling at your bottom lip. She can taste herself with the taste of you, and it's all Wanda wants. 
"One more," Wanda tells you, caressing your arms until she reaches your hands, pushes them against the mattress, and holds them down. 
"Wanda, I really can't—" you shake your head. "We've been going at it for hours...I'm too sensitive now."
"Feels better that way," Wanda mutters, barely even listening to you. Her body feels addicted to you. Everything in her tells her to take it, to make you give everything to her. You're hers now; you're always going to be hers. 
You try to reason with Wanda, unsure what's gotten into her. The last time the two of you had this much sex was around the time you were on your honeymoon. 
But even then, whatever was happening now was different. Wanda was always a little desperate. It was just who she was after everything she's experienced. As desperate as she was, though, Wanda was also always careful. 
That carefulness seemed to fly out of the window since last night. Wanda was fucking you with reckless abandon, determined to take everything and more. 
You feel a pressure between your legs, something thick and slick pressing into you. Wanda groans, her forehead dropping against yours. You look down, but the only thing you catch is something red attached to Wanda disappearing into you. 
"Wanda—" your breath hitches, feeling the stretch as Wanda moves inside you. "Oh, god, Wanda, it's too much," your hands strain against Wanda's as she laces them together, bringing them over your head and pinned down.
"Just perfect," Wanda mutters, and you can feel her lips ghosting yours. "Feels good, feels so fucking good inside you."
You know then that Wanda used her power to create some kind of strap-on connected to the nerves of her clit. You can feel Wanda's hardened nipples rubbing over yours as she thrusts slowly into you. 
When she's all the way in, Wanda pauses, taking a deep breath. You were trembling from how sensitive you felt; it was on the edge of being painful.
But then Wanda moves, and you let out a string of incoherent pleas. She barely moves out before she's thrusting back in. She strokes the same spot inside you over and over until tears run down your face.
"One more," Wanda breathes into your mouth. "One more, give me just one more."
"I can't—" you huff. 
"Yes, you can," Wanda cuts you off. Her thrusts get harder but remain the same on moving slightly out before thrusting relentlessly back in. The rough sensation brings you closer and closer to the edge, and Wanda can feel you pulsating as you get near your end.
 She drops your hand, and they immediately go to her back, your nails dragging down. Your roughness makes her moan, and Wanda sinks her head into your neck.
"Fuck, I want to come inside you," Wanda mutters. She wants to coat the inside of you. She wants to own you in there too. Wanda wants it all. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, miláčik?"
You don't answer, and Wanda grips your face as she lifts her head to stare down at you. Her thrusts are getting messy as you are nearing the climax. 
"Wouldn't you like it?" Wanda asks you again, more roughly this time. "Tell me you want me inside you like that right now, miláčik."
It's like an unspoken threat that if you don't, Wanda won't let you off until you do.
"Yes," you immediately whimper. "Yes, yes, I want you to come inside me."
Wanda looks satisfied as she brings her thumb to stroke your clit until she's roughly ripping your last orgasm out of your over-wrought body. 
The moan you let out is soundless as Wanda groans in the back of her throat, and you feel something warm gush inside you. The thrusting doesn't stop as Wanda rides out the waves until you stop pulsating around her. 
Your chest heaves just as hers does, trying to calm your breathing. You pray that Wanda finally takes mercy on you and keeps her promise that it was just one more. 
You feel the strap-on disappearing until it's just Wanda resting between your legs. She kisses you softly now, and you almost breathe loudly in relief as you return her tender kisses with your own.
Despite how rough Wanda treated you, your gentle kisses are what sways her completely into you. Gentle, rough—you truly love Wanda as she is. 
"I love you," Wanda mumbles against your lips. "Always love me."
You stroke her head, finally regaining your breath.
"Have I ever not?"
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The next few weeks for Wanda are complete bliss. Even though you're somewhat wary around her, you still touch her the same.
This life was perfect, Wanda knows. This was the wonderful little family Wanda had ever wanted. 
Weekdays are filled with domestic heaven, while the weekends are filled with various activities.
Wanda wants this forever, which is why the headaches and glitches she's been experiencing as of late are concerning. 
The spell isn't fully complete, and Wanda curses that she should've fought harder to kill America when she had the chance. They were looking for her, Wanda was sure, and they were getting closer. 
On top of that, she could feel her variant fighting to break loose. 
'Get out,' Wanda could hear her variant in her head. 'Get out! This isn't yours. None of this is! She isn't yours.'
'She's mine and I would never hurt her or the boys,' Wanda would repeatedly say to temper down her variant.
"Are you feeling okay?" 
Wanda snaps her head to look at you, unaware you had approached her.
"Yes," Wanda nods. "Just a headache."
You place your hand over her forehead and frown. "You are a little warm. Maybe you should go lie down. I can finish cleaning and cook tonight."
Wanda nods, and you peck her lips as she makes her way up to her bedroom and locks the door shut. All alone now, her hands returned to their true state, darkened fingers as if decaying. Wanda conjures The Darkhold, flipping through the pages.
There had to be a solution to stay here forever. 
There had to be something to keep Strange and America away from her. 
But before Wanda can search deeper, she hears wreckage downstairs and your scream. 
Wanda immediately transports herself downstairs using her magic and is enraged at the sight.
They found her. 
Strange and America stood in her living room with a portal open, posing to fight her when they saw her. 
"Wanda, you need to stop this," Strange tries to reason with her again, but she tilts her head at him with a condescending smile.
"Stop what? Living my life here? You're the one intruding, and you need to leave. I'm past mercy, Strange."
"This isn't your life!" Strange yells at her. "Let the variant of you go."
"Silence!" Wanda yells at him.
"Oh? Scared your girlfriend's going to find out?" America said with bravado, but Wanda can see her wariness underneath as she eyes you from the side.
You were cautious but silent.
Wanda begins to conjure the red wisps in her hand. "She's my wife." Thrusting her hands out, she releases her magic, and a fight ensues.
Strange is still trying to reason with her, but Wanda doesn't want to hear it anymore.
"You were a fool to bring the girl here," Wanda sneers at him when she gains the upper hand and has Strange subdued and America in her grasp.
The young girl is choking in Wanda's grip, and she sees it as a chance to finally get the power she needs to make this universe hers permanently.
"Wanda, stop!" 
The voice makes Wanda freeze. She turns her head and finds you staring at her with a horrified expression. 
The look of absolute fear makes Wanda feel like she's been punched in the gut.
"What are you doing?" You urge her. "Let her go, she's a kid!"
"No, no, no," Wanda tells you softly, trying to show you that she'd never hurt you. "She's a threat—to me, to you, to us and our life."
"This isn't your life," America chokes before she looks at you. "This isn't your Wanda!"
"Be QUIET," Wanda snarls at America, tightening her grip that makes America choke. 
"Wanda, stop it!" You yell at her, your eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting people!"
The words make Wanda feel like she's crumbling. She drops America, letting the girl fall onto the floor on her back, hearing the wind knock out of the young girl's lungs. 
Wanda looks at you; betrayal is written all over her face.
"Why are you treating me like I'm the villain?" Wanda whispers, her eyes becoming hot with tears. "You said you loved me. How can you love me and think I hurt people?"
You take a careful step towards her. "Look around, Wanda," you say softly.
"I would never—" But the words fall short on Wanda's lips. "I'm not a monster," is all she can say quietly as she drops to her knees.
"I know you're not," you say softly as you kneel in front of her and cup her face gently. "Just like I know you're not my Wanda."
Wanda immediately looks into your eyes, surprised.
You give her a wry smile. "You think I don't know my own wife? I've known since the first night."
"When—"
"When you asked if I loved you and I let you look into my mind," you give her a sad smile. "My Wanda never takes the opportunity. She is adamant about never looking into my mind and I never offer because of it. She prefers talking honestly, even if it's harder and painful."
Wanda's crying, tears welling and overflowing freely.
"Then why—" Wanda sobs.
"Wanda had her own theories about the multiverse. She was always worried it would happen, but I think every version of her should be loved."
You wiped her tears, but new ones would just fall. "You seemed sad," you tell her truthfully. "Even though I knew it wouldn't be forever by me, I wanted you to know you are loved too."
Wanda's face contorts in pain, lips trembling as she shakes her head. 
"You're not a monster," you tell her again sternly. "You're a person who has done bad things out of grief but that doesn't always make you a bad person."
Wanda feels you kiss her cheek, and it's bitter.
"Do the right thing, Wanda," you encourage her. "It's time to go home."
"Is it home if you're not there?" Wanda tries to refute, and you give her a look.
"Am I dead?"
"...I don't know."
"Then look for me there," you drop your hands and move to hold Wanda's. "That variant of me might be waiting for you too."
It's silent for a moment, and America stands in the background, unsure, with Strange beside her.
"We'll be okay, Wanda," you tell her softly. "We are loved, and you will be too."
Wanda looks at you one last time before releasing the body she's held hostage, and America closes the portal to this universe. 
The scene of the home she's grown used to fades into her lonely throne. It's like a hole has grown in her chest, connecting all the missing parts of her until she's empty. 
America and Strange stand in the distance, unsure what their next move is if they have to continue fighting her. 
"You need to leave," Wanda calmly states.
"What?"
"I opened The Darkhold, and I'm the one who needs to close it so it can never tempt anyone again," Wanda stares at her blackened fingertips. "You need to leave because this place is going to collapse."
As if on cue, the temple began shaking and crumbling. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Strange and America looked at Wanda, who didn't spare them a glance. 
"I'm sorry, Wanda," Strange apologizes, and she knows it's for losing what was never hers in the beginning. With that, he takes America and flies off with her. 
The temple crumbles, and Wanda doesn't move, determined to see its end. Even if you can't witness it, she wants to prove to you that she is a good person. 
Wanda lets out a tiny smile, knowing that you probably believed she already followed through.
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-A Year and 6 months later-
Wanda sips her coffee, breathing in the fresh air. She looks down at her hair and finds it strange to see brown instead of auburn. It's been too long since she's seen the real color of her hair, and she wonders if it looks good. 
The day is bright and sunny, and Wanda revels in how the sun feels on her skin. 
"Would you like another one?"
Wanda looks at the waitress with a smile and shakes her head. She's here every day and usually has two cups leisurely. 
But not today.
"No, thank you," Wanda answers politely and pulls out some cash, giving her usual waitress a generous tip. 
The waitress thanks her and leaves. Wanda stays a second longer, waiting and taking in the view. 
There's a loud car door slamming, and a woman gets out and moves to the sidewalk.
"For the last time," an exasperated voice groans. "It's over! How many times do I have to say it? Stop following me! You can’t just show up here because you know I walk through here every day."
"How can it be over? Everything has been going well for the last year! What changed?"
Wanda watches you groan.
"I don't know! I just don't see a future with you," you tap your foot impatiently. "Now stop following me around, I have shit to do and you're constantly making me late. Just—stop."
You turn to leave, but the woman grabs your arm, and Wanda stands up, pulling her hat closer to her head as she crosses the street. 
Each step feels like she's getting closer to your silhouette, and the thin veil separating the two of you slowly disappears.
Wanda pushes and pushes against the veil until—
"You're hurting her."
The two of you look over to Wanda, and you stare at her for a long moment.
"Stay out of this," the woman glares at Wanda. "It's none of your business."
"It is my business," Wanda says simply. "I'm a good person."
"Are you trying to say I'm not?" The woman snaps.
"Yes, if you keep holding her arm hostage."
The woman immediately drops your arm, and you rub the spot she held, moving away.
"Leave," Wanda glares, and the woman is about to say something else, but the flash of Wanda's red eyes startles her, and she's quick to turn and walk back to her car.
The two of you watch the car drive away, and Wanda turns back to you, and you stare at her curiously.
"Have we met before?" You blink with a tilt of your head.
Wanda smiles. "Maybe in another universe."
You snort. "Smooth," you grin at her. "Thanks for that by the way."
You introduce yourself, and Wanda takes your hand.
Something electric passes through your arm, and you lick your lips.
"I'm Wanda."
You keep holding her hand, pensively looking at the woman before you.
"Can I treat you to a cookie ice cream sandwich as thanks? There's a great place nearby that does the best cookies," you gush.
Wanda nods but grins at you. "Sure, but I can make better ones."
"Really?" You look skeptical. "That's a bold statement."
"I've been told my cookies are the best in the world."
You laugh with a shake of your head as you let go of Wanda's hand and walk with her trailing beside you.
"I'll hold you to that."
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You Don't Have to Pretend 3
Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Established Kidnapping, Attempted Suicide, Dark!Wanda, Mind Manipulation, Mind Control
Summary: An escape attempt failed, Wandas plan being set into motion
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Y/n's Pov
Wanda was sat beside me with a small smirk as I ate her delicious paprikash. It tasted just like I remembered from years ago.. Before the blip before she went insane.. before when we were friends and I had a crush on her..
"You're such a good girl, aren't you? You'll be my good girl from now on right y/n?" Wanda mumbled into my ear before she started stroking my thigh
I swallowed another bite before I hesitantly opened my mouth. "...why did you do this, Wanda?" I asked, setting the spoon down, Wanda sighed, clearly disappointed by the question, and her hand stilled
"Because I love you y/n, the world doesn't deserve your pure soul.." She smiled at me and picked up the spoon opting to feed me herself "Eat up please, I don't want you to die my love" She told me and I slowly opened my mouth to let her feed me, I felt a little drowsy no doubt Wanda's doing either she's used her powers on me again or the paprikash is drugged.
"What was her name?" I asked quietly after swallowing the food she had fed me, Wanda frowned and took my hand, holding it up enough so I saw the ring she had created
"See this ring, baby? It's the ring I gave you. You are mine. Not hers. Or anyone else's, Mine." Wanda said lowly, all because I asked what her name was. but I knew I was someone's girlfriend… was I? My mind felt fogged up and mushy.
"I'm sorry wanda…" I apologised looking down at my lap
"I know, sweet, it's okay. I forgive you!" She smiled and then got up from the table. "You eat up, okay? I'm gonna go check something, be good baby," She told me, then walked out of the cabin, I pushed the bowl away and got up from the table
Trying to escape would surely be futile, Wanda has no doubt taken me somewhere only she'd be able to find so if I can't escape I'd escape a different way, killing myself. I've had enough anyway, in the past 5 years I've tried to kill myself only once, I was stopped by…. Kathy? No no… her name was something different.. but she saved me and promised if I lived to the next Thursday we'd go out and watch any movie I wanted, and that's how she saved me. We ended up dating and then founded an animal shelter together… I think
I walked into the kitchen and went through the drawers until I found a large knife, I took it and went to the bathroom where I locked the door, and I sat by the bathtub.
I started off by cutting my wrists, then along my arms, and then I shakily pulled the knife away and stabbed it into my abdomen, I muffled my scream with the hoodie I was wearing.
I slumped down against the bath letting the knife stick out for a moment before I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out drawing another scream from myself, there was a small pool of blood starting to form on the floor and I smiled to myself letting my head lull to the side, then I heard wanda enter the house
"Y/n?" she called out, I didn't Answer, the longer it takes her to find me, the less time she has to attempt to save me. "Y/n!" I heard her hurried footsteps go around the small cabin until she tried the bathroom door "y/n, open the door" her voice was calm but even if I wanted to, which I don't. I couldn't open the door.
"No.." I slurred slightly, my eyes felt heavier
"Fine." Wanda grumbled before the door handle went red, and the door opened to reveal Wanda. When she saw what I had done, she looked horrified "y/n...Oh my god- what did you do?!" She asked fanatically
"What I should have done a long, long time ago," I mumbled, letting my tired and heavy eyes meet hers. She had tears in her eyes
"No." She shook her head and placed her hands on my abdomen, letting them glow red. Within seconds, my wound was nonexistent. "You aren't dying y/n." She shook her head and lifted her hands to my arms. "I won't let you." She breathed out, and just like my stomach, my arms were healed, not even a scar was left
Wanda pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly. "I've lost too much y/n, promise you won't ever do that again!!" She begged, and I felt her tears wet my shoulder
"I- ….I promise Wanda," I whispered and hugged her back. Then I felt her heads come up to my temples, and before I could pull away, my mind was invaded with magic.
"Come on, let's go watch some sitcoms," I suggested, pulling Wanda up off the floor. I don't know why my wife was crying on the bathroom floor, but I know sitcoms and cuddles always cheer her up.
"Y/n.." Wanda said a little hesitantly as she tugged my hand, preventing me from leaving the bathroom,
"Yes, love?" I looked back at her with a soft smile
"I love you, y/n," she smiled and kissed me, and I giggled a little
"I love you too wands, let's go cuddle and watch your favourite episode of dick van dyke before I start making us dinner" I said after we pulled apart, wanda seemed content with that because she let me take her to our bedroom
I got into bed then held my arms open for her, but she got in and pulled me into her. "I just need to hold you, to be sure this is real.." she murmured into my ear, and I turned my head to face her a little
"Of course, this is real wands. We are married, love." I laughed a little, and she smiled
"...I know…." She whispered then turned on the TV and put on Dick Van Dyke
Wanda's Pov
Everything was finally in place. y/n was safe and sound in my arms while she slept and nobody could bother us, I hated having to use my magic on her like I did but she went as far as attempting to kill herself, I couldn't let her do that and I certainly won't let her die.
I felt her shift, then turn to face me. "Shall we go make dinner?" She asked in an adorable sleep filled voice
"Can we scrap dinner and go straight to dessert?" I murmured into her ear. She grinned and shook her head
"Later" She told me while playfully slapping my arm before she got up, I sighed and she laughed "stay in bed if you want wands, I'll go make dinner for us it's okay" She said softly kissing my forehead but my gut twisted when my mind casted back to her laying on the bathroom floor, pale and almost dead with that kitchen knife I had been so stupid to lave accessible.
"No, I'll get up" I told her as I got up and quickly walked after her, she shrugged and pulled out some carrots and a knife "I'll do that, you cook the pasta?" I said, using my powers to take the knife from her hand
"Okay, you silly goose!" She agreed and I was thankful, I watched her place the pasta into boiling water and I felt calmer then I started chopping up the carrots, the mice was already cooked thankfully so I made the sauce and y/n kept watching the pasta
"Pasta is ready," She told me, taking it off the hob and draining the water and pasta into a strainer
Y/n took put the plates and put the pasta in it while I mixed the mice with the tomato sauce and carrots, when I turned around y/n put a little bit of tomato purèe on my nose
"Pffttt." She put a hand over her mouth as she laughed, and I shook my head and laughed along with her as I added our mice to our spaghetti. Y/n then took the plates and sat them at the table. She waited for me to sit down, and then she slid into my lap happily, "Best seat in the world." She whispered into my ear before she started to eat
As we ate dinner I couldn't help but feel excited, we'd finally start our family tonight, and with the boys I know she'd never leave even if she did get out of the mind control, but all I did was make her see that I love her.
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Officer Hot
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Trigger Happy AU
Part 2
Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
A/N: Tried to switch between pov and past/present some more with this one.  Also, this may be a calm chapter…. But let’s just say the tags aren’t for nothing… some true colors are soon to be revealed…
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Disclaimer: English is not my first language… all mistakes are my own
AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI
Warnings Part 2: Slight stalking, impatient professor, thirsty reader
Summary: Officer Maximoff doesn’t like your roommate.
Word Count: 1357
You can’t stop. Your legs bounce under your desk, and your fingers tap a paced rhythm. You sigh in annoyance; you just can’t stop thinking about her.
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You had been extremely late to class.
The professor had stood there cussing you out for a good 10 minutes until he finally relented and let you sit down. When he was yelling at you, you were sure you would cry, but you didn’t. You didn’t even have to sniffle to keep the tears at bay, like when you were in high school and would tear up every time someone mentioned Mr. Wilford, your then-Spanish teacher.
It feels like you aren’t even here, your mind is hazy, and you can’t seem to pull focus. Your thoughts just keep drifting toward the redhead you practically ran from to get here. Had you known you would be late anyways, you might have stayed a bit longer. You liked her rich voice, the way she spoke with such authority.
She had stood so tall and secure when she spoke to you. Her green eyes, searching. The way she looked at you was so disarming, so… Hungry.
She had acted like she wanted to eat you alive.
…..What would happen had you let her?
The way her hot breath felt against your ear, the way she smirked at you. It was all a sweet form of domination. Would she be gentle? Would she pet your hair while telling you what a good girl you are as you kneel for her?
Or would she have fucked you right there, by the side of the road for her team, and any by-walkers to see? Would she wrap her hands around your throat and squeeze just the right amount? Or maybe she would leave bruises, show the world whom you belonged to-
“Hallo?”
You almost jump out of your seat.
Looking around with wide eyes you realize you are the only one left in the classroom, save for the professor. The professor that is continuously waving his hand in front of your face. Realization washes over you and you almost smack your head into your desk in embarrassment. Before he can question you, or yell at you, about what the hell is wrong with you. You hastily pack up and leave with a quick sorry thrown in his direction.
You feel flush, never had your fantasies taken you down that road. Especially not with a complete stranger. Your thighs rub together as you walk down the corridor; an uncomfortable amount of wetness was accumulating.
You feel a bit guilty as you wonder what the issue was. Maybe something really bad had happened, maybe someone had died. You chew your lip, nervously. Was there a reason for Officer Maximoff to question you specifically? You shake your head; you were getting way ahead of yourself.
Perhaps it was just by chance? Wrong place, wrong time maybe?
You wonder what she is going to ask you.
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The redhead’s rapport sits unwritten in her folder. It didn’t matter. Not when she finally has something of purpose to do.
Like the proper girl you are, you had written down your full name on the piece of paper. Wanda smiles as she reads it over and over, Y/n Y/l/n. You had been such a good girl, such a sweet little kitten.
Wanda had been researching you, and your life, for the past few hours. After you ran away from her, earlier that day, she had driven back to the station and immediately entered your name into their database.
How could someone blame her for wanting to take a peek into the life of her good girl?
Y/n Y/l/n, y/a years of age, you live two blocks away from the “crime scene”. Apartment house: Acornhouse Ave, Apt 62. You have a roommate named Jessica Maison, age 24. From what she could find on her own, you don’t use social media a whole lot.
Your roommate, however, appears to be obsessed with it. She has countless users, all of whom are updated thoroughly throughout the day. Every post is a useless picture of either Jessica’s face or food.
There is only one photo that caught her eye.
It was posted 7 months back. It is a picture of you and her, at some party, she is standing far too close for comfort, and she has her hands wrapped around you.
Wanda’s nails dig into her palm as she clenches her fists. She has to remember to breathe through her nose and exhale out her mouth. It’s best she stays calm; she doesn’t want to scare you away too fast. However, Wanda can’t just ignore the photo, you looked so uncomfortable. Like you had wanted to get away, away from that disgusting girl. She has to do something. She’s a cop, after all, it’s her responsibility to keep you safe and secure.
She has an idea.
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You almost moan as you set your bag down. After having to walk an extra three blocks just to get home, you were exhausted, and in much need of some food.
You lean down to unlace your Converse and put them on the shoe rack, and with a groan, you also put Jessica’s shoes in their designated place. You love her, but come on, was it that difficult to move her shoes?
“I’m home!”
“….”
Strange. You can’t recall her having a shift at the diner today? Least of all without her snickers. Your brows knit together, but you shrug it off, she’s probably just getting food or something.
As if on cue your stomach rumbles. You make your way to the kitchen, disappointed to see the lack of food, you throw in a microwavable dinner into the microwave.  As you wait, you think more of what could have happened in your, rather boring, neighborhood. They had blocked off the street from this morning. So, you couldn’t get a good look, but you remember seeing a big black plastic bag before the Officer walked over to you. A body bag maybe?
You hope not.
A “pling” alarms you that your food is ready, and you sit down at the small dining table, which could barely count as a table, to eat it. Jessica always prefers to sit on the couch and eat, but you find it a bit sloppy, and you would rather not have to clean the couch every day due to your habit of missing your mouth. More than what is probably normal for a legal adult like yourself.
After a while, and a thorough cleaning of the table from your mishaps, you can finally get ready for bed. You roll your shoulders as you walk to the bathroom. You have been feeling all types of sticky since this morning and can’t wait to get it off.
As you turn on the light to the bathroom you feel a shiver run down your spine. You can’t place it, but something feels… off.
Like you weren’t the only one there, in your tiny little apartment.
You intend on just ignoring this strange feeling as it would be almost impossible to hide in this small space, but your guts tell you to just check. Just to make sure. You turn back around, intending to check if Jessica is just in her room sleeping, but something else catches your attention.
Did Jessica rearrange the furniture?
(a/n: Im sorry. I just love cliffhangers)
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Wanda Maximoff ~ Meeting Expectations
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Warnings: coercion, non-con/dub-con, unwanted telepathy and hints of mind control, obsessive behaviour, mommy kink, public teasing, fingering, degrading, praise, somnophilia, oral, strap on use 
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It was around mid autumn when you finally got to visit your sister. Although you kept in frequent contact, your visits to see each other were few and far between due to the redhead’s unpredictable job that weaved itself deeply into her general life. So when Natasha invited you to come stay at the compound for a couple weeks, you leapt at the opportunity and found yourself on the next train to Manhattan where Happy awaited you.
Unsurprisingly to him, you sat up front with Happy as opposed to in the back with the expensive champagne to catch up with him about the team and his own strikingly thrilling personal life. He talked animatedly of his brother’s ‘newest side piece’ who was invited to one of Tony’s parties only to spend the entire evening following a wholly unimpressed Natasha around like a love stricken school boy. You wished you could have been there to witness your sister’s temper grow thin but didn’t dwell on this for much longer when Happy passed through the security station and towards the tower, smiling when he saw you lean forwards in your seat to get a good look at the building you hadn’t visited nearly as much as you had hoped. 
As the car slowed to a stop you sprung out of the expensive vehicle and into Natasha’s embrace where she had been waiting, holding on tight to her as she chuckled before eventually pulling back to hold you by the shoulders and get a good look at you. “Hey, kiddo.” She finally got to greet. 
“Hey short-stuff.” You said with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and led you towards the building after taking your bags from Happy and began catching you up on everything Happy hadn’t had the chance to. She told you about how Tony had blown up half of his lab and when Fury came to berate him for it he played the “I paid for it anyway” card to get him out of trouble. “Of course that didn’t stop Rogers from giving him a speech about responsibility and prioritising safety.”
“That’s rich coming from the guy who threw himself on top of a grenade.” You quipped.
“Exactly!” 
“That was completely different!” Came two voices from the common area as you rounded the corner and found Steve and Tony watching some seemingly forgotten 80s cop film. 
“Sure thing, icecap.” Tony called over his shoulder as he gave you a hug. “How ya been, kid?”
“Better than you apparently.” You quipped and he grinned shamelessly. Whatever he had been messing around with in the lab must have been worth it. You were about to ask about it when Wanda appeared from the kitchen, deep green eyes immediately finding yours as though you were the sole target of her interest. You had had very limited time with Wanda in the few years she had been on the team. You knew she and your sister were close, Natasha naturally falling into the role of Wanda’s mentor in her new job and life even years later and that their friendship had strengthened as a result, and yet you seemed to never find the opportunity to hold a conversation with the witch for long. At parties one of you was always swept off to be introduced to someone new and more domestic settings were rare due to the Sokovian being called on missions just as frequently as Natasha. You always wished you had the opportunity to grow as familiar to her as the rest of the team were with you and you wondered if your stay would finally present that chance. 
“If you guys aren’t too busy bickering like children there’s food ready for you.” Wanda announced with a teasing smile directed at Tony and Steve who were quick to abandon their debate for the meal. 
“It’s good to see you again, honey.” Wanda smiled though it looked like she wanted to say more when her eyes flickered towards your sister. You blushed slightly at the nickname but hid it well when Natasha pushed you towards the kitchen, insisting that she was too hungry to be standing around any longer. You found your seat next to the top of the table where Natasha sat as the rest of the team came flooding through to the kitchen at the smell of the freshly made meal. They welcomed you like an old friend and you all easily slipped into a comfortable conversation about your lives as Wanda brought the meal dishes to the table and sat down on the other side of you. 
Perhaps if you weren’t so caught up in listening to Clint talk so fondly of his youngest child’s success with learning how to shoot a bow and arrow you would have noticed how Wanda was struggling to keep her hands off of you. Whenever your hand rested on the table she placed hers as close as possible to yours without you touching, internally fighting tooth and nail with herself not to run her thumb across the back of your hand and your palm just to see if it was really as soft as she had imagined it to be every night since the first day you met. There were a lot of things about you Wanda wanted to compare to her daydreams and late night fantasies and she would be damned if she let you slip through her fingers one more time. 
When Wanda’s hand dropped to your thigh after running through her thick hair you first assumed it was an accident from how crowded you all were around the table. But when her hand stayed firmly in place and her thumb rubbed slowly across your covered leg you shot her a questioning look while the rest of the team argued about something that had happened in the cop film that had been watching earlier. You tried to move your leg away from the brunette's grip, not expecting to get such attention from a woman you had had such limited contact with, but the lack of space and hard hold she had on you made it difficult to do so. You figured maybe your squirming would grab your sister’s attention however you froze when a voice echoed inside your head. 
Sit still for me, darling. We can’t have you attracting unwanted attention now, can we? Though you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the team regarding your sister’s closest friend, your discomfort at the attention you were receiving from Wanda grew at having her obnoxiously invade your mind so shamelessly. Again, you looked around only to find the team deeply invested in a new debate so you decided to hold out a little longer. 
Good girl. Came her voice again as a fond praise. You despised the way your heart fluttered from such a prideful tone by Wanda towards you and closed your eyes for a brief second in a feeble attempt to fight off any other unwanted feelings that could stem from Wanda’s actions. You’re adorable when you’re trying to behave. So pliant for me. Do you want mommy to reward such obedience? The shiver that raked your body upon having those words boom around your head didn’t go unnoticed by the witch. She smirked in satisfaction of her affect on you and let her nails drag across the thin fabric of your leggings as her hand grew bolder and higher up. 
You breathed deeply and stared holes into the empty plate in front of you as Wanda’s hand reached the top of your thigh and began to forcefully pry itself between your clenched legs until Tony shot up from his seat and clapped his hands together excitedly. “So what are we thinking? Game night or some more films?” The billionaire asked as he eyed you for your apparently deciding vote. Wanda withdrew her hand quickly and placed it into her own lap where she gazed down at it in silent concentration, as though she could see a trace of you on it. 
“I think we’re all long overdue getting to see y/n kick your ass at Donkey Kong.” Sam quipped from the end of the table. 
“The bird’s got a point.” You chuckled somewhat nervously as Wanda used her magic to take the plates over to the kitchen and followed on behind them like nothing happened without sparing you a second glance.
*
“How long are you gonna be gone?” You asked, trying to sound more curious than hurt. You understood that Natasha couldn’t put off saving the world for the sake of your visit, but your sister had invited you to stay because things usually seemed to quiet down in New York during the autumn time when it came to aliens attacking the city. Apparently not all the Avengers level threats got this memo.
“It should only be a couple days.” Natasha said with her optimism she saved for when she was trying to make you feel better about something. “And I’m sure you won’t get bored with all of the entertainment systems Tony had installed. Did he tell you about the arcade room on the 4th floor?” You couldn’t help but smile at that and made a mental note to check that out. “Besides, Wanda will be here to keep you company.” Natasha added as she collected the unapproved S.H.I.E.L.D tech she had swiped from the labs, claiming they were Widow Approved.
You had yet to tell Natasha about Wanda’s advance at the table. After the team had exhausted themselves with Wii sports games you had all headed to bed and your interaction with Wanda had been forgotten (courtesy of Wanda) until the following afternoon when Natasha had to break the news to you that the team had been called away. You were unsure if you even should tell your sister about her mentee. You didn’t want to kick up a fuss about something you may have been misremembering and every time you considered it too hard a fog like barrier consumed your thoughts and pushed your attention elsewhere. 
“Just Wanda?” 
“We need the whole team for this but Wanda’s powers could cause problems with the type of guys we’re facing.” Natasha shrugged. You recognised that as your signal not to ask anymore about the mission that was no doubt of the highest confidentiality and even if it wasn’t, Natasha didn’t want you to worry. 
“I’ll be back before you even realise I was gone.” Natasha said when you didn’t reply. She wrapped her arms around you tightly and you hugged you back for a while until she pulled away and swung her bag over her shoulder and ruffled your hair in the way she knew you hated. You swatted her hand away with a badly hidden grin and she chuckled as she led you both down to the quinjet in a comfortable silence where she boarded with the rest of the team and promised to be back soon. 
Once the entire team was gone you wandered around the corridors of the tower aimlessly, deciding you weren’t in the mood for the arcade games and that you weren’t really in the mood for anything. You asked Tony’s AI where Wanda was, finding it strange that you hadn’t run into her yet, to which the voice identified her location in the gym. You wondered if you should be trying to avoid the witch or confront her. Maybe she hadn’t intended to come off so strongly and perhaps this could be your chance to get to know her how you always hoped to. 
You were in the kitchen making yourself a snack when Wanda found you. She had just finished her training for the day but found her spent energy coming back to her when she saw you kneeling on the counter to reach the jar you needed. You had questioned why it was up so high and concluded it was simply Clint trying to annoy Nat when you heard Wanda clear her throat behind you and you almost fell off the counter. You were caught by a red mist wrapped around your frame and guiding you back down onto your own two feet. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that the restrictive hold remained a few seconds more than necessary once you were stable but when you turned around to face Wanda and voice your observation you froze at the sight before you. 
There was still the faint trace of her magic swirling around her flexed fingers that she lowered to fiddle with her empty water bottle as she watched you with a faint smirk, noticing the way your eyes darted down to her exposed abs several times. “Er, thanks.” You chuckled awkwardly as you tried to look anywhere but at the brunette in her simple sports bra and leggings that greatly complimented her figure. 
“You’re welcome, kotyonok.” Wanda hummed as she took several steps towards you. You backed up not so subtly as she did so but stopped when your back hit the counter and you held the edges in support as the witch continued to stalk towards you with a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached out only to grab a glass off the shelves behind you and flick the tap on to fill the glass. The blushed and went to move out of her way but Wanda placed her free hand on your other side, locking you between the counter and herself. 
“What’s the rush to get away?” She asked innocently as she brought the glass to her lips and sipped on her water before placing it on the counter and bringing her hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards to force you to look at her. “I thought you would be looking forward to getting all this time and space to ourselves.” She mused as she stroked your skin softly before cupping your cheek. “Don’t you want us to get to know each other a little better.” You furrowed your brow slightly as you wondered how she could possibly know that. How many times had she implemented your mind and for how long?
You couldn’t bring yourself to voice these queries when Wanda pressed her strong thigh between your own, pressing you further into the counter while she pressed against the area she had failed to reach the evening prior. “Wanda…” you managed to speak as she dropped her head to your neck and planted soft kisses across your exposed skin. You placed your hands to her stomach in an attempt to push her away but at the feeling of her abdomen flexing against you your movement stuttered and you suddenly became immersed in the sensation of having Wanda pressed so close to you. 
When the brunette pushed her thigh further against your core the breathy moan that escaped your lips stirred a new level of need and possession for Wanda. She sucked on your neck harshly, eager to mark you as her own as well as hear you vocalise the need for her she knew you were afraid to admit. “Mine.” She muttered against you, her teeth grazing your skin. 
“Wanda, stop. We shouldn’t.” You denied weakly. 
“We can do whatever we want. No one’s here to stop us.” Wanda argued back as her hands dropped to your hips and guided you to grind against her muscular thigh. 
“Fuck.” You muttered, not wanting to give in to something you weren’t entirely comfortable with due to the distant voice in the back of your mind reminding you of Wanda’s forceful nature that you didn’t want to indulge. However Wanda left no room for complaints as her fingers dipped into the waistband of your leggings and sighed deeply when she felt along your panties that betrayed you with the evident arousal soaking through the fabric. 
“You should listen to what your body wants, detka.” Wanda husked as she stroked the wet patch and your legs became weak. “Listen to what I tell you.” She continued as she pushed your panties to the side and ran her fingers through your folds before rubbing your clit slowly and lightly, not giving you nearly as much as you wanted but not prepared to ask for more. But that was okay, Wanda was understanding. She was more than happy to toy with your body for her own amusement. 
“You have such a pretty body, y/n.” Wanda cooed as she maintained the same maddeningly slow pace while sucking on your collarbone and dipping just below the collar of your shirt. “It makes me want to treasure you, to handle you with so much care and treat you like the good girl I know you can be for me.” There was a deceiving adoration to her voice that you couldn’t help but entirely soak up. “And it also makes me want to fucking ruin you.” Without any warning, Wanda forced two fingers into your cunt down to the knuckles and keenly listened to your whines of protest. She barely pulled her fingers out before she thrust them harshly back into your awaiting pussy that clenched down on the brunette’s digits as though afraid to let them go. 
“You’re so fucking tight.” Wanda grunted as she quickly picked up a fast rhythm that you struggled to adjust to. Though you were wet enough to allow no restriction to Wanda’s intrusion, even beginning to soak her hand, you whimpered and tried to close your legs on the witch but with her thigh still resting just beneath her hand, you found it impossible to do so. “Such a perfect needy whore for me.”
You placed your hands on Wanda’s shoulders for support once she curled her fingers beautifully inside you and moaned louder than you had in a while with previous partners. You practically fell against the Avenger who had quickly learnt how best to touch you and earn the reactions she desperately wanted to hear. “That’s my girl, just take what mommy gives you.” She coached as her fingers continued to work wonders against all the right places while maintaining such an urgent and frantic pace that you found yourself craving and hoping wouldn’t end. “You’re going to look a dream when I fuck you with my cock.”
Had you been in clearer mind, you might have shoved at Wanda’s shoulders to put distance between you. But as Wanda adjusted to press her thumb firmly against your clit with each thrust, you reached around to cling onto her back and raked your nails just above her sports bra. The throaty moan this brought from Wanda made you whimper in response and start bucking your hips up against her palm in an attempt to chase your fast approaching high. 
“Wanda, please…fuck, mommy!” You cried out as the last of your resistance crumbled. 
“Please what, printsessa?” Wanda smirked knowingly as she felt a wave of pride at hearing the title slip your lips. It sounded better than she imagined. All of you was better than she imagined. 
“More, I’m gonna…fuck!” You whimpered and began to buck your hips more frantically in hopes of attaining what you struggled to vocalise. 
“Tell mommy what you want.” Wanda urged as she began rubbing tight circles on your clit as her fingers continued to thrust against the spot that had your head reeling. 
“I wanna cum.” You said quickly as though if you didn’t cum soon you never would. 
“Cum for me, kotyonok.” Wanda ordered and you didn’t need her to repeat it before you were cumming on her slender fingers with a cry. Wanda rubbed the back of your pussy with her fingers as you came, refusing to pull them out in hopes of drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. “So fucking pretty.” She murmured as she watched your blissed filled face as your head fell back against the cabinet.
Your chest heaved heavily when you finally came down from your high and Wanda pumped her fingers inside you a couple more times for good measure before pulling out and bringing them up to her lips. You watched through hooded eyes as she sucked her digits clean and hummed around them, more than satisfied with the taste. 
“You taste amazing, detka.” She confirmed and brought you in for a desperate kiss that you hadn’t the energy to keep up with. You whined at this and she shushed you soothingly, smiling as she rested her forehead against yours. The unexpected peace that came from the small gesture was short lived when a familiar artificial voice called for Wanda’s attention and directed her to the meeting room urgently. 
Wanda cursed in clear frustration and you eyed her cautiously as your past worries about the brunette came back to you. Wanda noticed how you started to tense up against her but didn’t address it as she stood back and huffed. “I have to go, my dorogaya.” Wanda sighed as she took ahold of your hands and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “But I won’t be long so don’t wander too far away.” She smiled teasingly though you saw something darker flicker across her face. In that moment, the thought of going on a walk to clear your mind had your entire head erupt into a brief, but overwhelming, crushing pain that was gone as soon as it came. You blinked several times in shock and saw Wanda nod approvingly before turning to attend to her Avenger’s responsibilities. 
*
“Oh, meelaya.” Wanda sighed as she soaked up the site of you laying sprawled out across the bed completely naked. When you had gone to change into your usual nightwear something had stopped you from completing the usual routine and you had the strongest compulsion to sleep nude despite the warm guest room and luxurious sheets that you lay on top of. “Such a smart girl.” The Sokovian praised fondly. Your mind was so easy to break into. 
You had fallen asleep before you could turn the bedside lamp on though as Wanda attentively shut the door behind her, she was immensely grateful for that. The soft glow of the small lamp highlighted the soft patches of skin Wanda had always dreamed of caressing and heightened her need for you that was built high after so many hours away from you. 
Wanda crept closer to your soundless form in an effort to seek out the areas of your body that were submerged beneath the shadows that came from such a late hour. She didn’t care much for the time or how sleepy you may be at first. She would have you wide awake in no time. 
“You look so precious like this. So tempting.” The Sokovian spoke softly as she stripped herself of her sweatpants then removed her shirt and bra once she was on the bed and hovering over you, desperate to feel your bare skin against her own. You slept on soundlessly as Wanda brushed the hair away from your face to get a better look at the contented expression she was sure she could admire in awe for hours. “So beautiful.”
Wanda gently manoeuvred your legs apart so that you were laying on your back, allowing the lamp’s glow to reach everywhere Wanda desired to see. She hummed as she let her hands roam your chest as she planted tender kisses across your breasts and took your nipple in her mouth before switching to the other and drawing a breathy moan from your sleep. The Sokovian smiled at the sweet noises you continued to make while she continued to treasure your body with her mouth until you started to wake from how sensitive and responsive your body was becoming. 
When your eyes started to flicker open, you were immediately met by the dark green eyes that had infested your dreams and looked up at you from the space between your legs. You were about to sit up in a hurry and send a mass of questions towards the brunette but when she flattened her tongue and dragged it through your embarrassingly wet folds, you moaned and bliss and let your head fall back against your pillows as Wanda’s tongue leisurely explored your pussy while cherishing the intoxicating taste. 
Wanda chuckled smugly when you attempted to push her face further between your shaking legs and instead pulled away to hover over you again. She had already spent plenty of time between your legs while you slept, sinking her tongue as far as she could to feel your muscles contract around her and draw out helpless mewls from you. She had your taste ingrained in her mouth and though she was sure she could positively spend hours more teasing and pleasuring your pussy, the witch had other ideas for that night. It was fine though, there would be plenty more opportunities for you to cum on her tongue in the future. 
“Hey, sweet girl.” Wanda giggled and kissed you as you struggled to understand what was happening and if you were even really awake. “No one can feel that good in a dream, silly.” She chuckled. “And it’s not over yet.” She declared with a darker hint to her words as she grabbed the toy attached to her harness and pushed it between your legs. Your eyes widened at the sudden knowledge of what Wanda was about to use on you and though slightly scared from just haven been awoken to it, you couldn’t deny you were excited too. 
Wanda pushed her hips forwards without much more warning and guided the strap into your awaiting cunt with a soft sigh as she watched how well your pussy took the thich toy. “See how well this pussy takes my cock.” The Sokovian said as she watched keenly everytime the strap disappeared inside you only to be pulled back with your wetness coating it. “You were made for me, darling.” She smiled when your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream when Wanda angled her hips just right. You moaned her name with such an air of innocence that the witch wanted nothing more than to corrupt. 
She pushed the entirety of the toy forwards until her hips were resting against your own then stayed frozen in place as she watched the desperation grow in your eyes as you stared up at her like you needed her to survive. Wanda always knew she would make you the picture of everything she desired from you, she just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. She was immensely proud.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone, detka. Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for 2 years. You’ve no idea how infuriating that is.” Wanda grunted as she punctuated her words with a sharp snap of her hips, filling you up again with the thick strap with no resistance and beginning to set a much harsher pace than she had originally been merciful enough to give. “Watching my girl let all those whores flirt with her like you don’t belong to me. I just wanted to bend you over those bars and fuck you infront of everyone so they know you’re mine.” You could see the sudden shift in her emotions and braced yourself for what was to come. 
“I’m yours, mommy.” You tried, knowing it was best to try to please her as well as you could.
“That’s right and I’ll never let you forget it.” Wanda said as she began to fuck you harder, slamming the cock into you at a bruising pace with the intention of getting her message through. “Cum for me, detka. Cum for mommy.” She encouraged with an air of desperation as she began to toy with your clit to bring you closer to the edge you were leaning over. “Now.” 
“Mommy!” You moaned in bliss as you clung onto Wanda's frame and shuddered violently as you came just as hard as you had in the kitchen with her only with her cock deep inside you instead of her fingers. It felt as though your body was floating as she allowed you to enjoy the high until you came crashing down. 
“You look so good that fucked out.” She admired, not slowing down in her pace. You whined at the sensitivity and tried to squirm away but Wanda’s magic whisked up your wrists and held them firmly above your head.
“I’m not done with you yet. You’ll take everything I give you and if you know what’s good for you you’ll thank me for it.” She husked as she bit down on the spot beneath your ear and kept your body pinned beneath her own so you were helpless against her. 
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wellsayhelloaagin · 1 year
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Not Quite Right
Summary: Your idyllic 50s life isn’t all it seems.
Pairing:��Wanda x f!reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic
Words: 2.9k
Warnings: dark!Wanda, mind control, fingering, oral (r recieving), allusion to character death
AN: This one is for @maximotts, sorry for being so grumpy. I hope you enjoy your request from over a year ago. I'm not sure this is exactly what you had in mind when you asked for 50s Wanda, but fingers crossed you like it anyway. I love you a bunch, happy late anniversary.
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Your keys jangle in your hand as you climb the front steps to your porch, whistling to yourself as you open the front door to enter your house. You’re immediately assaulted by the smell of dinner cooking, the aroma filling your nostrils and making you smile.
You can see the dining table is already set as you place your bag down beside the door, toeing your shoes off and placing them under the coat rack where you hang your jacket. You can hear the sounds of your wife puttering around the kitchen, the faint clanging of pots and pans a welcome sound after a long day of work.
“Wanda, darling,” you call out into the house, hoping to get her attention. “How was your day?”
You hear the sounds in the kitchen stop, the faint click of her heels on the tiles increasing in volume as she walks towards the door of the kitchen. 
“Sweetheart, you’re home early,” she greets you as she walks into the living room, wiping her hands on her apron, “dinner shouldn’t be too much longer.”
You walk over to greet her properly, pressing a kiss to her cheek as your hand rests on her waist lightly. She’s smiling when you pull back, a broad and radiant grin that lights up her whole face. You feel your breath catch, falling in love all over again with the woman in your arms. 
“How about you go sit down at the table and I’ll finish up dinner?” Wanda suggests as she cups your cheek in her hands, leaning in to brush her lips sweetly against yours. 
You nod, chasing her lips as she tries to pull away. She laughs lightly, swatting gently at your shoulder as she levels you with a look that you know is her way of telling you to behave. 
You pout as she walks back to the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind her and the clanging noises begin again. You wander over to the table, sitting down and relaxing into the seat.
It's only a few minutes before Wanda returns again, a trail of dishes floating in the air behind her. She takes her seat across from you, the plates falling gracefully into place on the table.
“This looks incredible, darling,” you watch a smile cross your wife’s face at your compliment as she spoons some potato onto her plate. 
The two of you begin to eat, a comfortable silence filling the room that is only broken by the occasional clink of the cutlery against the plates. You hum in satisfaction as you eat, savouring the taste of the meal. 
Once you’ve both finished eating, Wanda begins to clear the plates, stacking them in the middle of the table. 
“Here, let me help,” you offer, standing up and trying to grab the stack of plates to carry them into the kitchen.
With a wave of Wanda’s hand, the plates rise into the air and out of your grasp, your fingers closing around empty air. You can almost swear you hear a chorus of laughs erupt behind you but when you turn, all you see is a bright light at the edge of the dining room like always.
“Don’t be silly,” Wanda chides, reclaiming your attention from the phantom sounds. “I have this taken care of. Why don’t you go relax on the couch and I’ll join you in a minute?”
You just nod, still feeling a little unsettled by the laughter you could have sworn you heard. You shuffle over to the couch, shaking your head. You must be imagining things, you decide. Work had been stressful this week and maybe your exhaustion was catching up to you.
As if on cue, your legs start to feel heavy, your eyelids drooping as you sink into the cushions on the couch. Your mind feels hazy like you can’t quite catch any of the thoughts swirling around and you let the feeling wash over you.
The clicking of heels on the floor makes your eyes open, your brain suddenly free of the fog that had settled in. You don’t know how long you had been sitting on the couch for but the sky outside had darkened considerably.
You watch as Wanda walks toward you, drying her hands on the front of her dress, the light reflecting in her eyes almost making it look like they were glowing red.
“All done,” she smiles brightly as she sits next to you on the couch, her body pressed tightly against yours and the comforting warmth instantly soothing you. 
You wrap your arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her hair. You inhale deeply, the scent of her shampoo helping to ease your nerves further. You weren’t sure what was going on with you today but everything just felt a little off.
“How was work?” Wanda prompts, her hand resting lightly on your knee.
“Busy,” you sigh, trying to rack your brain to think of anything specific to tell her. “We had a big deadline to meet.”
“Sounds stressful,” Wanda replies, her thumb rubbing circles on your knee.
“Yeah,” you frown, still not able to recall any distinct details of your day. “I guess it all kinda passed by in a blur.”
“Well that happens when you’re busy,” Wanda says cheerily, reaching forward to grab the remote off the table. “Let’s watch some television to take your mind off things.”
You hum in agreement, forehead still creased as you try to remember just one thing from your day. You could barely even remember eating your lunch, all you have is a hazy memory of sitting in the break room with Norm.
“Wait,” you say suddenly as the edges of your memory sharpen, details coming back to you. “There was something weird at lunch today.”
You’re too preoccupied with holding onto the recollection that you don’t notice the way Wanda’s hand stills or the slight tense of her jaw.
“Weird how?” her tone curious, her grip on your knee tightening. 
“It was Norm,” you reply, your memory suddenly clear as day. “He started muttering to himself at the table. Then he kind of snapped. He looked right at me and said “She’s in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop.” But I don’t know who he was talking about”
You shiver as you recall the frantic edge to your friend's voice, the way his eyes were pleading with you as he spoke.
“And then he just seemed to snap out of it. Just went back to eating his lunch like nothing happened and no one else in the break room noticed.” You can hear the slight edge of panic in your own voice now, your heart rate increasing.
“Well you’re under a lot of stress dear,” Wanda tells you, running her fingers through your hair to try and soothe you. “Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.”
“I didn’t make this up!” Your voice comes out louder than intended but Wanda doesn’t even flinch at your outburst. “It happened, I know it did.”
“But then why does no one else remember it?” Wanda pushes, her fingers pressing against your temple. “If it really happened, surely someone else would have seen it.”
You feel a sense of calm washing over you, like a wave of energy spreading through your body from where Wanda’s fingers rested against you. You always loved how soothing her touch was, she could always help alleviate even your greatest worries.
“Yeah, maybe I’m just stressed,” you agree, your body feeling light and carefree.
Seemingly satisfied, Wanda turns back to the television in front of you, flicking the channel to one of your favourite shows. It was a sitcom that the two of you loved to watch together, a routine that you shared for as long as you could remember.
As you sit, your mind begins to wander again. You think about Wanda and the life you shared together. You loved her with your entire being, a love that ran deep into your bones. It felt like all you had ever known was Wanda.
You try to remember life before her, life before getting married and moving to Westview. Again, your mind came up blank but you just reasoned that there wasn’t much worth remembering before this.
“Wanda,” you muse, drawing her attention from the laughing track of the show. “Do you remember how we met?”
“Why of course, dear,” she smiles at you, the sight taking your breath away as it always did. “The first time I met you, you swept me off my feet and I’ve been falling more in love with you every day.”
“Yes,” you agree before pushing for more. “But how did we meet? I can’t really remember anything before Westview.”
“Why do you need to remember anything?” she asks, the hard edge returning to her voice. “We have everything we could ever need here, we have each other. Isn’t that enough?”
“Well yes,” you reply, trying to explain yourself in a way that wouldn’t upset your wife. “But I find it odd that Westview is all I know.”
Wanda pauses, like she was trying to find the right words to answer you.
“I keep having these strange dreams lately,” you continue, remembering waking up in a cold sweat the night before. “It’s like it's another reality. Another me. You’re there as well, except you look different. Your hair is longer, your clothes are strange. And there are these monsters or aliens. I don’t even know. But people are dying all around us. Your hands glow red like your powers are completely altered. More powerful. Dangerous.”
Wanda’s eyes grow wide as you talk and you realise that you sound insane but you keep talking.
“There is this really large purple creature. You try to fight him but it doesn’t work. He’s after a red man and we try and stop him. He tries to throw you away but I rush forward. And then I wake up. It’s the same dream every time. I just don’t know what it means”
Wanda’s eyes look like they’re shining, reflecting the bright light behind the television. You wonder if maybe she has had the same dream too, that she understands the feeling of dread and fear that courses through you each night you have it.
You don’t have much time to think it over though, Wanda’s lips are suddenly pressed to yours. They’re hot and urgent, her hand cupping your cheek to keep you from pulling away.
You give into her, your lips working with hers as you lose yourself in your wife. You can feel her other hand trailing down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
When breathing becomes necessary, Wanda pulls back, panting against your mouth as she stares into your eyes.
“Let’s not worry about silly dreams, shall we?” she tells you, her words sounding more like a command than a request. 
She presses a kiss to the side of your jaw, swinging her leg over yours until she’s straddling your lap on the couch. Your hands grip her hips to help steady her as her lips move down your throat.
Her hands work the buttons of your shirt, slowly revealing the skin of your chest as she sucks on your collarbone. You moan at the feeling, the sting of her teeth quickly replaced by her soothing tongue.
Once she’s undone all the buttons, she pushes your shirt from your shoulders, your bra quickly following, her mouth now trailing over your chest. She shuffles back on the couch as she moves lower, her fingers brushing over your aching nipples and causing your back to arch.
You can feel the arousal pooling in your belly, her touch setting you on fire. Your mind has gone blank, entirely lost in the feeling of her.
She lowers herself to the floor in front of you, pushing your knees open and resting between them. Her hands are now working on the clasp of your pants, lowering the zipper and tugging them. 
You lift your hips to accommodate her, your underwear soon following your slacks and leaving you bare before her. Once they’re tossed to the side, Wanda turns her hungry gaze to between your legs and you know that you won’t be able to last long.
Her mouth is on you in an instant, her tongue working over your most sensitive parts as she pushes two fingers past your entrance. Wanda was rarely this rough with you, usually taking her time to savour every inch of you before bringing you to release.
But tonight, you knew she was on a mission. Her fingers curled inside of you as her tongue lapped at your clit, the coil in your belly quickly tightening. Your fingers grip the couch cushion below you, knuckles white as your moans echo throughout the room.
Wanda adds a third finger, the wet sound of her fucking you the only sound heard above your moans. You try and move your hips in time but you’re having trouble finding the rhythm, muscles tightening as your orgasm approaches at rapid speed. 
“Wanda,” you choke out as you feel yourself approaching the edge. “Darling, you’re going to make me cum.”
Wanda doesn’t reply, her lips wrapped tightly around your clit as her tongue flicks the bundle of nerves like her life depended on it. You take that as permission, closing your eyes as you focus on the way she was making you feel.
A few seconds later, you feel yourself tip over the edge, your voice calling out her name as you ride the waves of pleasure. She slows her pace, fingers still thrusting inside of you languidly as the shockwaves make you jerk against her.
Once you’ve finally come down from your high, she removes her fingers, tongue lapping lightly to help clean you up. Your chest is still heaving, limbs feeling heavy and your body sated.
Wanda rises from the floor and sits back next to you on the couch, guiding your head to rest against her lap. She flicks her hand, a blanket floating toward the two of you and settling over your naked body.
You can feel your eyelids growing heavy as Wanda strokes your hair gently, quietly humming a lullaby under her breath.
You want to sit up, the lingering uneasiness from your earlier conversation still threatening the edge of your mind. You want to talk to Wanda about these things, certain that she knew more than he was letting on. But your levels of comfort were growing, your mind bombarded with feelings of peace and contentment. 
Maybe you would bring it up tomorrow.
If you still remembered it.
“Have a rest dear,” you hear Wanda say quietly as your eyes lose the battle to stay open. “And don’t worry about any bad dreams tonight. I’ll keep them away.”
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vampy-doll · 9 months
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When the only wlw fics they write use only strap ons……BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE
Like girl bffr you’re just writing straight ppl smut and adding the word titty in there every few sentences 💀💀💀
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caroldantops · 2 years
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such a fool to say no (part ii)
ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem little!reader; dark!kate bishop x fem little!reader. dark!kate x dark!wanda x little!reader
summary/request: wanda returns from her mission, and it’s time to pay the babysitter. conclusion to such a fool to say no.
word count: 4.9k
warnings: dark smut (18+ ONLY), non/con and dub/con, heavy (implied to be forced) MD/LG age/play (mommy wanda/little reader), dark kate and wanda, manipulation, manhandling, slight impact play, threats of violence, degradation, dumbification, anal play, strap ons, cockwarming, blowjobs, nipple clamps, magic bondage, extreme edging/denial. wanda is mean and kate has mommy issues.
(read part i)
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Exhausted from three days of patrolling and knocking around some pathetic crime ring, Wanda is happy to finally flop down onto her bed as the Quinjet prepares to take off. She takes her phone off of the wireless charging station, smiling to herself when she sees her lockscreen: a photo of you and her at the beach, your face slightly sunburnt because you refused to let her properly coat you in lotion. That was the first real outing she took you on after isolating you for so long, and you were so compliant, letting Wanda pick out a swimsuit for you, happily eating the fruit she sliced into tiny bites for you, and eventually falling asleep on her as she watched the waves crash against the shore.
The notifications on her phone are scarce, considering most of the people she talks to are currently on the jet with her. There are a few texts from Kate that catch Wanda's eye. A couple of updates on how you were doing well, but missing Wanda, and a few photos of the two of you on the couch watching movies or playing games. Wanda sends hearts as a response to the photos and a quick text as well.
hey! just finished, we're heading home now :) hope u two are behaving.
Kate replies back within a few seconds, her typing bubble popping up and going away at a rapid pace.
of course we are!!!
perfectly behaved, no need to worry.
everything under control.
Something about that was much less reassuring to Wanda's anxious brain. Of course, the worst trouble they could've gotten into would probably be breaking something, seeing as Kate would've immediately told Wanda if there was an emergency of some sort. But the thought of you even getting mildly hurt by a broken plate or spilling some of Kate's coffee and burning yourself makes Wanda's stomach churn.
Wanda opens the security app on her phone, angling her head up to unlock the facial recognition. It wasn’t often that she needed to use the monitors that Bruce helped her set up, considering you were almost always by her side. The only time that she really needs them is instances like this, when she’s missing you while on a mission.
Or, when she gets that feeling that something's not right.
Usually, that feeling that makes Wanda’s skin itch with anxiety is nothing more than her overthinking, obsessive nature. Whenever she’s suddenly felt the urgent need to check how you are on the cameras before, she usually just finds you watching cartoons or coloring, so she almost expects to find more of the same, but with this addition of Kate.
When she starts scrolling back through the recorded clips, that's about all she sees for the most part. Wanda almost lets out a sigh of relief and closes the app - until she sees a clip from last night that makes her body tense up. She holds her breath as she hits play, hoping that she's just misreading what she saw in the preview of the recording.
It wasn't unusual for you to drape yourself over Kate's lap. Both of you were very cuddly, and Wanda never had a reason to see a problem with it, considering it had been hammered into you over and over and over again that you belong to her and only her. Often, you would still even look to Wanda for her approval before you sat yourself in one of her teammate's laps, slight anxiety blooming in your eyes over what could happen if Wanda decided that the contact was too much. She usually appreciated Kate's presence when she was too caught up in training or meetings to give you proper attention.
However, what was unusual was catching Kate's hands trailing under your shorts. Wanda's thankful her powerset doesn't include enhanced strength, because the way her grip tightens on her phone would've surely snapped the device in half had she been Steve Rogers.
Her chest tightens as she watches Kate manhandle her precious, fragile angel. Wanda never treats you rough physically, so it's clear that you're caught completely off guard with the way you try to squirm away to no avail, unable to resist Kate shoving her fingers down your throat and flipping you over onto your stomach. Even through the slight grain of the camera, Wanda can see the muscles in Kate's arms flex as she pins your arms down behind your back.
To Wanda's surprise and disgust, she finds herself throbbing at the sight.
Even though Wanda's done everything in her power to keep you from ever being tainted by anybody else's touch, threatening (and perhaps occasionally causing) bodily harm to anyone who dared look at you with any semblance of desire, she couldn't even think about tearing her eyes away from the screen.
There's no sound in the video, but Wanda can see from the tears on your face and your legs kicking uselessly under the stronger woman that you're whining at Kate to stop. Kate is anything but gentle with you, poking and groping and fucking you with a dark desperation in her eyes.
Ironically, it was Kate's roughness that has Wanda watching the entire clip of Kate edging you. Wanda can tell your body has more than betrayed you based on the way you’re not so subtly bucking your hips against Kate's fingers.
It should infuriate Wanda, seeing you give yourself up to Kate like this. And to a degree, it does. But the heat erupting through her body cannot purely be written off as rage. It's almost...satisfying how easily you were overpowered by Kate. Sure, Kate is an active Avenger, and even before being subjected to world-saving level training sessions, she was very athletic.
But it's not just the way you physically are no match for Kate. Wanda can see the way your eyes just give up.
It feels like so long since she first got to see her your mind break as you realized that it was useless resisting Wanda's perfectly crafted plans for you. That fluttering of your eyes closing, the deep breath you take as your body prepares itself for what's to come, your reservations leaving with an exhale, leaving you as pliable as wet clay for Wanda to mold into her precious baby.
Watching Kate manipulate you leaves Wanda with that same satisfaction, knowing that you're just so dumb and weak and helpless. A new feeling tugs at Wanda's rolling emotions too. It's clear from how easily Kate's fingers fuck into your cunt that you're soaked from her uncaring roughness, a realization that makes Wanda's body twitch with desire. She's never, ever handled you aggressively like that. Soft touches and harsh words were her personal favorites, so she never would have guessed that it would turn you on so much to be thrown around like a pathetic ragdoll. This discovery has Wanda's mind running a mile a minute with possibilities.
As Kate denies your orgasm with a sharp slap to your cunt, Wanda snaps back to reality. It’s hard to ignore the slick that’s grown in her underwear, but she refuses to stoop so low as to get off to Kate taking advantage of you. Guilt begins to seep through Wanda's skin as she quickly closes the app, not even realizing how hard she's breathing and the light sheen of sweat that dampens her skin until her focus is pulled away from the video.
What kind of mommy is she? Getting turned on from her teammate, her fellow Avenger, your best friend who you both trust pinning you down and using you like you were nothing more than a cute new toy to play with.
And who the fuck did Kate Bishop think she was? Did she think that Wanda wouldn't find out? Did she think Wanda couldn't peek into that thick skull of hers and see all those memories of how you felt around her fingers racing around?
Maybe that was Kate's plan all along. Wanda thought.
Wanda, phone still in a vice grip, gets up and steps out of her room for a second, calling up to where Sam and Natasha are chatting about something Bucky did earlier.
"How much longer until we're home?" Wanda asks with an eerie calmness.
"Only a couple more hours," Sam answers, not noticing the odd tone of Wanda's voice. Natasha, of course, picks up on it, looking over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow at her. Wanda doesn't acknowledge her.
"Perfect, thanks."
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Mind games are always Wanda's favorite. Nothing in the world satisfied her more than to lure someone into a false sense of security, all honey-sweet words to draw her prey in, make them open and vulnerable, only for the realization to dawn on them that they had no choice in the matter. But it's too late for them now. Wanda always gets her way.
That's how she got you, anyway. You were already prime for the taking when Wanda met you. Soft. Submissive. Eager to please. Desperate for some direction in your life. Maybe that's what drew her to you in the first place. Maybe you're the reason that she is the way she is. How could she have helped it after she saw your sparkling eyes already looking at her like you'd dive headfirst into the Marana's Trench if she asked?
So, Wanda was more than happy to play the long game when she finally got home. As soon as she stepped in the door of her home, you bounded into her arms, clutching onto her as if she'd just returned from years at war. Wanda could immediately tell that something was off with you - understandably so, considering the way you were violated the night before. Normally, after spending time away from Wanda, you'd immediately start babbling away about all the things you did. But you simply clung tight to her, hiding your face in her neck as she scoops you up into her arms.
"Hi, my sweet girl," Wanda coos, peppering your face with kisses.
"Hi, mommy. I missed you," you mutter into her cheek as you plant a wet kiss there.
"Hello, Kate," Wanda looks over to the young woman who was very clearly avoiding eye contact with her. All that cockiness that Wanda saw over the camera seemed to disappear now that Kate was faced with potential consequences. "Did you two behave while I was gone?"
The question makes you tense slightly in her arms, and Kate's eyes cut to you, so sure that she's been caught wet-handed. But Wanda doesn't give any indication that she knows, just tilts her head at Kate's non-response. "Is there something I should know about, Kate?"
"No!" Kate says far too quickly. "Well, we might have eaten an extra cookie or two."
"Ah, so that's why my little one is all shy, hm?" Wanda pokes your tummy, and you relax slightly against her.
"Well, I guess I should be heading out!" Kate moves to grab her bag from the living room. Wanda puts you down, and you watch as she grabs Kate gently by the shoulder.
"It's getting late though, and it's a bit of a ways back to your apartment, isn't it?" Wanda asks with faux concern. "You should stay another night. I wouldn't want you to be walking the streets in the dark."
"It's really fine, I don't wanna be a burden."
"Not a burden at all. I insist, Kate."
Kate chews on her lip, stomach twisting with anxiety, but she finally agrees to stay. You ignore the two chatting about their mission as you wander into the living room, plopping yourself down on the soft rug and going back to the coloring you were doing.
You're almost positive that Wanda knows what Kate did. But, you were expecting Wanda to blow up at Kate right away, and she seemed as calm as ever. Maybe Kate was allowed to play with you like mommy does. The shame in your chest eased off, and you poked your head over the couch to ask, "Mommy? Can we have pizza for dinner?"
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By the time the three of you were stuffed full of pizza, Kate had relaxed as well, sprawling across the loveseat as you curled up in Wanda's lap on the couch. Kate wanted to watch a movie, so she was flipping through just about every streaming service Wanda had, occasionally pausing on something to read the description and then moving on to something else. Now that Kate was under the impression that she got away with it, Wanda was finally ready to have some fun of her own.
"Kate, honey," Wanda pulls her attention away from the list of movies. "Why don't I pick something, if you can't choose?"
"Okay," Kate shrugs, tossing the remote over to Wanda. It barely misses your head, and you flinch before you realize that Wanda's caught it with her magic. "Sorry."
Wanda's expression doesn't shift as she exits Hulu and opens an app that Kate doesn't recognize. You do, though. You open your mouth to protest, but Wanda shushes you with a firm grip on your thigh. Panicked, you look over at Kate, trying to get her attention and warn her, but Kate's eyes are glued to the screen, eyes widening as a list of monitor camera footage loads.
"Do you see something you'd like to watch?" Wanda can barely hide her satisfied smirk as Kate whips her head to meet her eyes, shimmering with red.
"Actually, I think I forgot I told Yelena I would help her with something." Kate tries to get up, but she's flung back into the chair by tendrils of red magic, looping over her arms and chest, even wrapping up around her throat. You whimper hopelessly, knowing that protesting will do nothing. Besides, you'd be lying if seeing Kate helpless against Wanda wasn't some delicious revenge.
"I'm sure Yelena will be fine without you. Now, I think I saw something that I wanted to watch earlier when I was flying back." Wanda selects the same video she watched earlier. You close your eyes, humiliated by the sight of Kate pulling you over her lap. Kate tries to look away as well, but Wanda doesn't allow that. You're dumped onto the couch as Wanda stands up to grip Kate by her jaw, roughly forcing her to look at the television. "Don't close those pretty eyes, Kate. After all, you worked so hard to make this video for me. That must've been what you wanted, hm? Or are you really such a stupid bitch that you thought you could get away with touching my property?"
"N-no, Wanda. I swear, I--I'm sorry I don't know what came over me," Kate cries, squirming against Wanda's grasp. You quietly watch from the couch, thoughts racing as Wanda's fingers twist ropes of scarlet across Kate's temple.
"Don't know what came over you, hm?" Wanda growls. She'd long since sworn off peeking into the minds of her teammates without permission or in emergency situations, but now she's regretting that kindness. Kate's mind was filled with fantasies of you. Which now wasn't shocking, but Wanda grins as she finds daydreams of her taking Kate as well. "Then why's your empty skull filled with so many dirty thoughts about my baby?"
Wanda releases the grip on Kate's thoughts, and she gasps as she's shoved to the floor. You try to move to see if she's okay, but Wanda shoots you a warning look. "Go get my favorite. And the special box."
"The one I'm not supposed to touch?"
"That's the one."
Kate watches as you just barely hesitate, but then rush off to the bedroom. Now that you're out of the room, Wanda leans down to wrap her hand around Kate's throat. A whimper gets caught there, and Wanda laughs at how pathetic Kate looks compared to how she acted with you.
"You're lucky that I like you, you know that? If it had been anyone else, I would've been hiding the body by now," Wanda hums, core throbbing at the way Kate's panicked breaths feel against her grip. "Don't get too comfortable though. That option is still on the table if you don't do as I say. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kate sobs.
"Mommy?" Your voice is a relief for Kate as it causes Wanda to pull her hand away. You're holding a small, black mahogany box in one hand and a harness with a thick red dildo in the other. Kate gulps.
Too impatient to fumble around with clothes, Wanda strips you and Kate with a snap of her fingers. Kate silently wonders why you're completely nude while she was left in her panties, but is too terrified to question the witch. Wanda whispers instructions to you, telling you in a low voice to sit on the couch. You obey, watching as Wanda kneels next to Kate, opening the forbidden box. Wanda's always told you that those toys are for big girls who can "take a little pain." It never made sense to you why she had such things if she didn't intend to use them on you, but maybe she was secretly waiting for a moment like this.
Wanda's skilled hands glide up Kate's torso, squeezing her tits and tugging roughly on her nipples. Kate groans, leaning into Wanda's touch. Lost in the sensations of Wanda's hands against her, Kate doesn't notice the clamps until the cool metal pinches down on her nipples, yanking a screech from her throat.
"Be quiet," Wanda hisses, shoving Kate's head to the ground, positioning her ass upwards and tugging her panties to the side so that the cool lube she grabbed from the box can slide down Kate's holes. Kate tries to remain composed, but it's difficult as a thick toy is shoved unceremoniously into her (embarrassingly soaked) cunt. She moans into the plush rug as Wanda gives the toy a couple of pumps for good measure. Moans of pleasure turn into uncomfortable whining as Wanda stuffs her fingers into Kate's ass without any further prepping. The stretch hurts like hell, but Wanda's surprised at how Kate seems to be in less pain than expected. "Dirty slut, you probably play with this tight hole of yours all the time, huh? Is that why your little ass is just pulling my fingers in? Do you love having your filthy hole stretched?"
"Y-yes," Kate cries, tears now flowing freely down her face.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am, what?" Wanda delivers a sharp slap on Kate's ass, grabbing the biggest metal plug in her collection.
"Yes, ma'am! I love having my filthy hole stretched!" Kate finally answers. Cool metal quickly replaces Wanda's fingers, and Kate is beginning to wonder if this is a punishment or reward because she's never felt more pleasure and pain at the same time as her ass is stretched open with the girth of the plug. Wanda holds the plug at the widest point for a moment, letting Kate feel the full effects of it. "Please."
"Aw, you do have some manners when it's your holes getting fucked, huh?" Wanda coos, releasing the plug and watching with deep satisfaction as it gets tugged the full way into Kate's ass. She glances over her shoulder to check on you, and is more than happy with how visibly aroused you are. She can see your hands quivering beside you because you're just itching to touch yourself so badly, slick coating the insides of your thighs as you watch your mommy ruin your best friend. "Are you enjoying yourself, baby?"
"Yes, mommy," you answer quietly, ashamed of how much you love watching the scene in front of you. Wanda slides Kate's underwear back into place, the fabric barely strong enough to keep the dildo snugly in Kate's cunt, but with some help from Wanda's magic, it's pushed back fully into her, causing her to jerk forward.
"Good, I bet you want me to take care of that wet little pussy, don't you?" Wanda asks, standing up to put the harness on. You nod dumbly, ready to crawl into Wanda’s lap as soon as she sits down. You’re stopped by a gentle hand pushing you to sit beside her, however, and you look at her in confusion. “Not yet. Katie here is going to put on a show for us first. Don’t you think that sounds fair?”
“Yes, mommy,” you practically moan. Wanda snaps her fingers to get Kate’s attention. Kate, who hasn’t moved a single inch from her position pressed into the ground, terrified of moving without Wanda’s permission, finally sits up on her heels, hands in her lap like a perfect submissive. She tries to avoid staring at Wanda’s strap standing at attention between her thighs, but she can’t help eyeing the cock and clenching around the toys stuffing her. Her underwear was soaked, practically dripping.
A surge of pain jolts through Kate’s body as Wanda grabs the chain dangling from the clamps, using them to tug Kate forwards between her spread legs. Kate’s hands twitch, needing to feel some sort of contact with either of you soon or she was going to explode.
“Sitting pretty for me, huh? So eager,” Wanda runs her hand softly through Kate’s hair, allowing her to lean into the touch before gripping her tight at the roots and tugging her face forward Wanda’s cock pressed against her cheek. “You’re going to get my cock nice and wet for my baby, okay?”
As Kate opens her mouth to answer, Wanda slaps the toy against her tongue, laughing at the way Kate’s tongue lolls out automatically. You press yourself against Wanda’s side, finding a better angle to watch Wanda’s cock slip between Kate’s lips. Both you and Wanda groan at the sight of Kate taking the toy deeper, Wanda’s hand pushing her down further with no remorse.
She gags, gripping the base of Wanda’s cock, pushing the harness against her clit. Wanda gasps, releasing Kate’s hair from her grip and allowing her to move on her own. Kate uses the opportunity to take a breath, panting and staring up at Wanda with dazed eyes. A string of spit connects her to the strap.
“You gag on this cock like you were born for it, Kate,” Wanda says, admiring the way Kate spits the excess drool onto the toy, stroking it for a moment as she swirls her tongue around the tip, simply humming in response. She takes the length into her mouth again, sloppy noises filling the room as she goes as deep as she can. “I bet you’re the most popular girl around with a mouth like this. Bet you eat pussy the same way too. So fucking messy.”
Wanda's pretty sure she could spend all night like this - watching Kate suck on her strap like her life depended on it (it kind of did), with you curled up into her side, soft moans escaping from your lips each time Kate gags. As much as she'd like to see just how long Kate would willingly stay on her knees for her, not so subtly squeezing her thighs together to feel the fullness of the toys inside her, Wanda has other plans.
"Off."
Kate releases the toy from her mouth with a wet sound, licking one final stripe up the shaft. Wanda's hips twitch, aching for stimulation of her own.
"C'mere, baby," Wanda says to you, shifting so she can guide you to sit in her lap, facing Kate. She takes her cock in her hand, and both of you moan at just how drenched Kate left it as Wanda glides it through your folds. There's zero resistance as you sink down onto the toy, mouth hanging open in a gasp as you're able to take the entire thing in one go. Kate groans, eyes fixated on your cunt swallowing Wanda's cock, shifting on her knees and clenching around the toys. "You like when Kate watches you take mommy's cock, little one?"
"Yes, mommy!" You shout as Wanda gives you a hard thrust. She plants her feet hard on the ground, grabbing your hips so she can fuck up into you, using you like nothing more than a pretty fleshlight.
"My sweet, empty headed baby," Wanda coos in your ear. "There's just no brain in there once that pussy of yours gets wet. It all melts away like cotton candy. That's how Kate got you, huh? Big, mean Kate took advantage of how soft and dumb you are? Well, she's not so big and mean now, is she? No, she's just as little and needy as you are, darling. Maybe even more."
You're far too focused on your hole getting ruined to notice Wanda's eyes glow red. Scarlet waves of magic wrap around Kate, pulling her hands behind her back. You think that's all that Wanda does to her, until you hear wet noises coming from somewhere other than between your own legs. Kate practically falls over at the sudden movement of the dildo inside of her, thrusting at the same pace that she's watching you get fucked. Her moans mix with yours, and Wanda feels practically drunk with power.
"You like that, don't you?" Wanda addresses Kate, who nods furiously, trying her best to meet the thrusts of the toy. Her eyes are completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open, drool coating her lips and threatening to dribble down her chest. You're not far behind her either, leaning yourself fully back against Wanda, trying desperately not to lose yourself to the sensations and let your eyes fall closed, not wanting to miss a single moment of Kate getting ruined. "I bet this is what you wanted all along isn't it? Just wanted me to abuse those pretty holes of yours?"
All Wanda receives as a response is a broken whine, the heat in Kate's center building rapidly.
"You can cum whenever you need, little one," Wanda whispers to you. Kate assumes that means she's not going to be allowed to cum, unless she wants to face consequences. But the dildo thrusting harder into her is making it harder and harder to hold back. "What an attention whore you are, Katie. That rich bitch mother of yours not give you enough attention? Is that why you came crawling to me, acting like the biggest brat I've ever seen? Needed a mommy instead?"
"Y-y-fuck!" The response is cut off as Kate feels an intense buzzing on her clit. The sight of Kate's body trembling so intensely combined with Wanda's hands on your own clit send you over the edge, throwing your head back against Wanda's shoulder as your cunt clenches so hard around the strap that Wanda has to hold you in place to make sure you don't push it out of you.
The combination of sensations plus the sight of you coming has Kate forgetting she's supposed to hold back, and she's expecting the release of the tension in her core any second, ready to feel herself gush between her thighs...
But nothing happens.
"Wh-why..?" Kate mumbles pathetically. She can feel how close she is, like there's a little rubber band inside her that's stretched to the point of snapping. Except instead of that, it just keeps stretching further and further, the tension uncomfortable to the point of hurting.
"What's wrong?" Wanda tilts her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. You've stopped bouncing on her strap, but it still remains stuffed in your hole, Wanda's hands moving away from your clit and rubbing small circles into your thigh. Breathing heavy, you puzzle at Kate's panicked expression, not understanding why she looks so uncomfortable.
"What did you do, Wanda, why can't I..." Kate sobs as the pain of being held teetering on the edge makes her whole body jerk, almost as if it's trying to escape itself. It's like she's just being held over a cliff, not allowed to fall, but not allowed to jump backwards either. And there's only one person who can do either right now. She looks up at Wanda through watery eyes, chest heaving as the toys continue to shift inside of her.
"It's so cute that you thought I'd let you cum!" Wanda says in a saccharine tone. She moves you off of her strap, shushing the quiet whine you let out at being left empty and gaping. You're too dazed to care about Wanda jostling you around rather carelessly, holding you tight in her lap as she manages to slip the harness off of her and tug her leggings off. Wanda pulls you back against her chest, spreading your legs with her own. Kate's distracted momentarily from her struggling as she realizes just how soaked Wanda is. "Clean both of us up, Kate. Maybe after that I'll consider letting you cum."
Kate had a feeling that Wanda had no such intentions, but your tender folds were calling to her, so she wasted no time shoving her face between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your cum. She drifts down, not wanting to leave Wanda hanging, and laps just as eagerly through her folds.
"I was right. You do eat pussy just as well." Wanda gasps as Kate flicks her clit. "Keep that up, and I'll make you a regular babysitter, Kate."
Even though Wanda's still keeping her on edge, hips thrusting mindlessly as she silently begs for any sort of relief, the thought of being invited back sends Kate burying herself even deeper between Wanda's thighs.
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aerateer · 2 years
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It’s okay (to be mommies little girl)
SFW
[Warnings] age regression, mommy/little dynamic, it’s not really piss kink but Wanda makes reader have an accident on purpose
Reader doesn’t want to be a little girl any more and makes her mommy sad 😔 y’all are gonna hate the ending but your gonna hate me even more 😈
Malysh, Malysh - little one
Detka-baby
WANDA M. x FEM!LITTLE!R
You hadn’t been feeling the best lately. You felt like you were a burden to your mommy because you always needed her help for the simplest tasks that any normal adult should be able to do. So you made the decision to grow up and stop acting like a dumb little baby.
You woke up this morning already on the verge of slipping but You were too determined to finally grow up and take care of yourself. You don’t need your mo-girlfriend to coddle and take care of you. You could be a normal fully functioning adult. And with that last thought you walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where your amazing girlfriend was waiting.
“Hi Malysh, malysh” you were trying not to slip and it already proved to be more difficult than you had planned in your head. When Wanda didnt get a response she turned in your direction “sweetheart are you okay? do you want to go cuddle?” you didn’t mean for your next words to come out the way they did “I can take care of myself Wanda”. It wasn’t the words that hurt her it was the tone in which you said it.
“Baby I’m sure you can but I like taking care of you” she realized that you may just need time to sort through your thoughts “but if you need time then that’s what I’ll give you”. this continued for a few weeks. You would wake up angry and stressed because you hadn’t regressed and you would unintentionally lash out at your girlfriend.
Wanda was finally fed up this morning when you woke up and tried to get out of bed, strangely she didn’t let you. “Wanda I need to use the bathroom”, when you tried to escape her grip once more she spoke “And nothing is stopping you, go ahead honey. Use the potty like a good girl”.
FLASHBACK
Wanda had caught on to what was going on after the first few days after she heard you in the bathroom mumbling to yourself about being a stupid little baby. If that’s what you thought about your self, then she could only imagine what you thought she was thinking about you.
END FLASHBACK
“Wanda stop, I’m a grown woman I’m not gonna have an accident on myself” you continued to pry at her grip, the tipping point was when she pressed down on your bladder and you couldn’t control it anymore. You let out a sob as the sheets beneath you became warm and wet and unsurprisingly in the midst of it all you had regressed.
Before you knew it Wanda already had you on her hip. You started to violently thrash and had made your way out of her arms. When you tried to run you only made it a few steps before gentle red wisps carried you back to your Mommy. “why are you doing this sweetheart? You’ve been hurting my feelings these past weeks”
You hadn’t noticed it before but the both of you were somehow now naked, Wanda slid into the bathtub with you straddling her waist. She gently pushed your head to lay on her chest. “Talk to mommy honey tell me what’s wrong” you took a deep breath before answering “I don’t want to be a stupid baby anymore, I just wanna be normal”. Wanda tried her hardest not to let tears fall from her eyes but she couldn’t help it. “did mommy do something to make you feel this way?” You shook your head and just nuzzled into her chest, you were starting to fall asleep and Wanda let you because she needed to think for a little bit she kissed the top your head and whispered “Mamas pretty baby”. Eventually the two of you got out of the tub and put on comfy clothes.
You woke up a few hours later to find Your mommy no where in sight, you were starting to think she abandoned you until you smelled the aroma of grilled cheese coming from the kitchen. When you walked in Wanda was humming a familiar sokovian lullaby that she sung to put you to sleep. “Hi honey, let’s sit and have a talk”. You didn’t really want to have a talk but didn’t think you’d have much of a choice. When you tried to pull out a chair Wanda quickly stopped you “No no, come sit in mommies lap”
You sat down and she took your face into both of her hands “ I don’t think you’re a dumb baby Malysh Malysh, so why do you think that of your self” all you gave her was a shrug in response. “Well since you think your so big Mommies gonna coddle and take care of you because even if you are a big girl you’ll always be mamas baby”
She kissed your pouting lips and that was that. You still felt as though you were a dumb baby but you welcomed all of Wanda’s love because she was your mommy and that’s all that mattered.
A few weeks later you woke up to a note saying that she won’t see you for a few weeks. Well a few weeks turned into 5 years.
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ribb6ns · 1 year
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Dream
pairing: wanda x reader
word count: 1335
warnings: dark!themes, dark!wanda maximoff, lazy ending
summary: what you had originally thought to be dreams turn out to be something way more real.
a/n: kind of unfinished, might write a part two if requested
Screams escaping your throat, you thrashed uselessly against your restraints, tears sliding down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy from the hours of begging and pleading the witch to let you go. Your attempts were futile, and it had done nothing but amuse Wanda more.
You weren't even sure if this was Wanda. This couldn't be. Wanda wasn't like this. She wasn't a monster.
But one look at the witch's satisfied face made you beg to differ. She quirked an eyebrow, before walking over to you purposefully. 
"Quite a fighter, now, aren't we?" she lulled, her Sokovian accent dripping through her words. 
You bit back a sob, trying to stabilize yourself. Panicking wasn't going to get you out of this mess.
"What do you want?" you hissed. 
Wanda tilted her head slightly, taking in your body in front of her, completely at her will to do whatever she pleased with it. "Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly. You shook your head, chuckling sourly at her words.
"Then explain this," you spat, gesturing towards your restraints. Wanda sighed, circling the alter she had placed you on. 
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I just couldn't resist. I was dying for a preview." 
A smirk tugged at her features as she placed the tips of her fingertips over your face, caressing your cheek gently. "Oh, you have no idea what I've done just to get to you. It took so long just to find a universe where I wasn't here for you," she hummed. "It was all worth it."
She leaned over you, her cerulean eyes boring into yours, mesmerized, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now, hush, darling, this is nothing more than a mere dream."
"A... this is a - a what - I don't -"
Wanda pressed her lips together, a look of disappointment washing over her features. "Quite disappointing, hm?"
You shook your head, trying desperately to cling onto the bits of information the witch had just told you. You weren't sure which state you were in, but it definitely wasn't a sober one. 
"Aw, don't worry your pretty little head over it," Wanda said gently. "All you have to do is wait."
She sighed once again, glancing at her wrist. "I'll see you soon."
You started thrashing against your restraints again, confusion flooding your mind. "What do you mean?" you yelled. "I - I don't... I don't understand."
Your surroundings started to glitch, and you watched in fear as the stone walls became concrete white, your back suddenly pressing against a soft mattress. Panting, you sat up, and found yourself in your bedroom.
"It was a dream," you whispered to yourself, cradling your head in your knees, tightly wrapping your arms around them. "A dream. It wasn't real. It - oh my god, I'm truly going insane."
You reached for your phone, sending a text to your therapist scheduling an appointment for later today, before rolling out of bed. It was still dark outside, the only source of light coming from your lit up phone screen. 
You dragged yourself over the the bathroom, feeling the tension in the air dissipate as the cold water hit your back, thoughts racing through your mind in a crazed frenzy.
You shook your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You weren't crazy. Your therapist believed every word you said, taking concern in your recurring nightmares.
Calm down, you admonished yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. She'll understand. Your therapist will understand.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
It turned out that your therapist, in fact, did not understand.
"You have to believe me," you said, "she's coming after me."
You were well aware of how crazy you sounded, but you needed closure. You needed someone to tell you that you weren't going insane, that it was all real.
"Y/N," Dr. Lee said, a pitiful look on her face, "if you want, I can prescribe you meds. All I can tell you right now, is that all of this is in your head."
You crossed your arms, leaning back on the sofa. "You know, I'd have thought that you'd be more understanding," you snapped.
Dr. Lee looked taken aback. You were acting completely different today, and your usual soft demeanor had almost diminished entirely.
"It's the best I can do. I can see that these... nightmares are affecting you. It's a common trauma response, imagining things that aren't real. But Y/N, we both know that Wanda's dead. She died whilst fighting Thanos."
"Yeah, but what if that's what they want us to think. What if - you know - she's manipulating my mind?" you exclaimed, waving your arms around in exasperation.
Dr. Lee placed a hand on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "Look, Wanda's dead. She's not coming back. No matter how hard you try to believe that she's alive and coming for you, she's not."
You groaned, pushing the therapist's hand off you. "Whatever. I'm leaving."
"Y/N, please -"
Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door. 
You were going to find out what was going on with you.
But before you could do that, you needed to collect the keys that you had accidentally forgotten in the therapist's office.
"Way to ruin the dramatic exit, Y/N," you mumbled, walking back to the room. "Hey, Dr. Lee, I seemed to have -"
You were caught off guard by the dead body that was laying on the floor. Dr. Lee was crumpled on the tiles, blood seeping out of her head, her eyes rolled back, a gun in her hand. Your breathing quickened, panic rising in your bones. 
A yellow sticky note that had been stuck to the floor next to the therapist caught your attention. You cautiously walked over to it, tears burning at the back of your eyes, trepidation looming over you. On the note, in gorgeous calligraphy, were possibly the most terrifying words you had ever read, written in what seemed to be your therapist's blood.
I'm coming for you <3
You swiftly swiped the note of the floor before crumpling it and tossing it into the bin, your attention still fixed on the dead body on the floor. Plus, it wasn't like the heart that she drew at the end of the note made it any better. 
You grabbed your phone, your fingers jamming against the buttons desperately as you dialed the police. The sound of ringing filled you ears, only managing to contribute to the sudden overload of emotions and noises.
"Hello, 911 speaking?"
You physically relaxed at the sound of the telecommunicator's voice, sighing in relief.
"Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I'm calling to report a dead body," you said. "I - I found my therapist dead. I'm at Sunset Room therapy center. Please, please send help."
Your words were met by static. 
"Hello?" you yelled into your phone, your eyes scanning the room frantically.
More static.
"Please, hello? I - hello?!"
"Yes, ma'am, sorry, there seems to be a disturbance in your -"
The telecommunicator never managed to finish his words, cut off by screaming. 
"Are - are you okay?" you asked.
"Hello, Y/N."
You dropped the phone in shock at the voice. Her.
You instantly bolted towards the door, only to find it jammed shut. You shut your eyes, bile rising to your throat. Your breaths were now ragged and short as you scrambled across the floor.
"It's okay, darling," Wanda cooed. You slowly crawled towards the phone, your hand clasped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. "You'll be safe and sound with me."
"What?"
The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you could hear the witch chuckle on the other side.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. I love you, and I'll see you soon."
"What - I - Wanda -"
Before you could get another word in, your phone exploded, bursting into flames. The door swung open, and you ran outside, as far as you could, before sliding down against the wall, tears streaming down your cheeks.
You knew she was coming for you, and you knew that when Wanda truly desires something, she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.
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themidnightcrimson · 11 months
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tarot ࿏ wm
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summary: in which you visit a psychic for a tarot card reading and find that her tricks seem too real.
words: 4.9K
warnings: dark!wanda, fem!reader, non-con/dubcon, tummy riding, scissoring, dildo (r receiving), size kink, use of magic for mind manipulation, dumbification, degradation
this post is a dark!fic and is for 18+ only. minors dni.
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The loose rocks of the pavement scuffed under your heel as you mindlessly kicked them with your shoe, taking a long, slow drag from the cigarette. It was cold that night, and the smoke that you exhaled through your lips was dense with the fog from your warm breath.
Nat reached forward and took the cigarette that you were sharing from your fingers. “It’s been months, y/n.” Her leather jacket squeaked as she curled her arm to bring the cigarette to her lips. The air was damp and the music from the bar muffled as Nat leaned against her truck. “I don’t mean to be that friend who just tells you to just get over it and move on, but just get over it and move on.”
Rolling your eyes, you shoved your numb fingers into the pockets of your coat. “I have moved on.”
Nat squinted at you as she turned the cigarette back to you, and you took it, breathing in the smoke she exhaled. “You fled the bar as soon as you saw her across the room.”
You glanced around, hoping that your ex was still inside and nowhere near you. It had been two months since the nasty and dramatic breakup between you and the woman you had been with for over three years. It was sudden and unexpected, and she really gave you no other reason for it besides “I think we should see other people.” You knew that meant she had been or planned to cheat on you, which just made the entire ordeal even more sickening.
“Is it so bad that I don’t want to be around the person who dumped me after three years together? I mean, c’mon, maybe two months is a long time for you but on the time scale of relationships, it’s still very fresh to me.”
“Aha! So you haven’t moved on, like I said,” Nat countered, taking the cigarette right as you were about to take a second draw.
“No, I—I have moved on. I mean, I don’t care about her anymore. It’s not like I still love her. It just hurts seeing her.” You tried to explain it the best you could. You truly did not love her anymore and would never even fantasize or contemplate getting back with her after how crudely she had left you, but seeing her reminded you of all the hurtful words she had said and how she had betrayed your trust so cruelly. It was a reminder that you were heartbroken.
Nat only nodded, looking down at the pavement and crossing her legs. There were a few beats of silence as you stared up at the full moon and she stared at the side of your face. “You know, I would say you should try therapy, but why waste a thousand dollars when you could get a psychic reading for 20 bucks.”
“Huh?” You turned to look at her incredulously. “Why would I do that?”
Nat shrugged and handed you the cigarette. “Maybe to give you some clarity, or the closure that she never gave you. You know I don’t believe in all that holistic spiritual shit, but I do think something like a tarot card reading could help you move forward, even if it’s just by placebo effect.”
“How?”
She shrugged. “I mean, they tell you what you want to hear. It’s fake, you know. They figure out what you’re in there for and they tell you everything they can so that you leave with a smile on your face and their pockets full. Nonetheless, it’s some pretty good bullshit they spew. Better than anything I could tell you, with how shit I am at words.” She kicked at the rocks and chuckled. “It’s either that or going to church.”
You raised your eyebrows and laughed. “Church makes a psychic reading sound like heaven.”
“There’s one in town, you know?” she added, turning and pointing West. “Down at the end of Ellis Avenue.”
“Ellis Avenue?” you echoed. In all the years of your life you had lived in that small town, you’d never heard of that street. “What’s down there?”
“A shit load of nothing. It’s where the town turns into all woods. But I know there’s a tiny psychic shop down there. It’s got a purple sign that says 20 dollars for a tarot card reading.”
“Tarot cards,” you laughed. “Why have I never heard of it?”
“It used to be owned by some lady named Agatha, but there’s a new woman there now that took her place. Wendy, I think she’s called. Wait, no—Wanda! That’s it.”
“Wanda,” you sounded out the name, and you noticed how the wind picked up and caught the word from your lips, whistling it into the air eerily. “That’s a fitting name for a psychic.”
Nat flicked the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with her boot, rocks crackling under her heel. “You should go tonight. I’m sure it stays open pretty late.”
You glanced back to the bar, knowing that your ex was somewhere still inside. You certainly weren’t going back in there, and Natasha didn’t seem like she was willing to go home yet, so your only other options were to either go home and sleep or go test out this psychic.
“Fine,” you finally said, digging your car keys out of your pockets. “I’ll go check it out.”
Nat hesitated suddenly. “Well, actually it’s a little late. Maybe we can go tomorrow, and I’ll go with you.”
You were already walking to your car. “I’m not getting any sleep tonight after seeing her, anyway. I might as well just go.”
Nat looked around and scratched her head. “Well, just be safe. There really is nothing on that end of town, and I have no idea who this woman is. Keep your phone on you and text me when you get there and when you leave.”
“Okay, mother,” you joked, to which she grinned. You waved her goodbye and got in your car, watching as Nat walked back into the bar.
“Ellis Avenue,” you whispered as you typed the words into the map app on your phone. Nothing came up. “Huh?” You deleted it and typed it again, but still nothing showed. Did Nat get the name wrong?
You glanced out your window in the direction that Nat had pointed. She said it was on the far West end of town, where the woods started. You supposed you could just drive around until you found it—the town was too incredibly small for you to not find it. You imagined that you were so used to the town that you never looked hard enough to notice new things, and that’s why you had never seen the shop before.
Buckling up, you pulled out of the bar and onto the road. You drove West across town, taking a few turns that you knew would lead you to the woods. After a while of seeing nothing, you thought maybe Nat was pranking you, but finally, you saw a dingy street sign that read Ellis Avenue and a tiny little shop with a purple sign that read $20 for tarot card reading above a hand with an eye in the palm.
There were no cars in the parking lot. The place barely looked open if it weren’t for the blinking purple sign. You paused, wondering if this was really safe. It was late at night, and this shop was way out of town, alone and isolated on a road where there were no other shops or houses.
It seemed intriguing, though. As you stopped in the middle of the road and stared at the shop, you felt something pulling you towards it. Maybe it was the universe telling you that this was going to be good for you, that whatever this psychic could tell you would be the key to unlocking your grief and moving forward with your life. Whether it was placebo or not, maybe this would help you be in the same room as your ex without freaking out and fleeing.
Trusting what you believed to be your intuition, you cut your wheel and turned into the gravel driveway, your headlights reflecting off the dark tinted front windows. Shutting off your car, you walked up the crickety front steps to the door. You paused, feeling almost as if you should knock before entering. Considering that it was a public shop, you just helped yourself inside, gently opening the door to be met with the intensely strong smell of incense.
A cough scratched at your throat as you stepped inside and closed the door. The air was smoky from an incense stick burning in the corner and from probably two dozen candles burning all around the room. Your eyebrows sewed together as you looked around curiously.
Everywhere you looked were little trinkets and whatnots—crystals of varying sizes and shapes and colors, tiny bottles of strange colored liquids, little jars filled with herbs and flowers and sealed shut with melted wax, bundles of sage and other herbs and leaves, and other little things that you could not recognize. Whoever this psychic was, she truly put on the act and made her shop part of the show. It would be impossible for someone to walk in and not feel like they were being handled by someone who knew what they were doing in the realm of spirituality.
You jumped when you heard a shifting sound, your eyes flickering to a curtain of beads that separated this room and another. Through the curtain that was parted by a ringed hand came a woman, a young woman with long brown curls and smokey green eyes.
“Hello,” she greeted you with a low, accented voice. “How may I be of service to you tonight?” Her voice was pleasant but careful, and her narrowed eyes looked you up and down as if she were suspicious of you.
“Hi,” you squeaked, knowing how silly you probably looked standing in her room of witchy tools. She wore a black dress with a red scarf wrapped around her arms, her fingers fiddling together as she neared you. “Um, are you Wendy—I mean, Wanda?”
An amused look crossed her eyes. “I am. And you’re y/n.”
Your spine jumped out of your skin. How did she know your name? You looked down at yourself, wondering if maybe your wallet was hanging out and showing your ID, but there was no reason she could have known your name. You chalked it up to it just being a small town and everybody knowing everybody. “Yeah.”
“Sit,” she spoke, gesturing to the table sat in the center of the room with candles lining it. You saw a crimson set of tarot cards sitting perfectly on the tabletop. “You’re here for a tarot card reading.” She simply said it rather than asking it.
“I suppose,” you slowly began, feeling your nerves tingling. You tried to remind yourself that psychics were like magicians. They used tricks you were unaware of to make it look like they can read your mind or have supernatural abilities.
You carefully sat down at the circular table, and once you were sitting, she gracefully sat down opposite from you, letting the red scarf slip off her arms and hang over the seat of her chair. The smell of the incense was almost nauseating as you watched her fingers take the tarot cards and begin shuffling them expertly.
The silence was loud as she eyed you while shuffling. You supposed she was pretending to look hard into your mind, so you just stared back at her.
“It must have been hard seeing your ex at the bar,” she said simply as she started to cut the deck into thirds. Her hands were moving so swiftly you couldn’t keep up with them, only seeing a blur of rings and cards.
Your lips parted in shock. “Um… I know you’re a ‘psychic’ or whatever, but how the hell did you know that?”
She didn’t answer you. She laid the cards into three decks in front of you and then withdrew her hands, leaning back in her seat. You noticed then how quiet and solitary the shop was, how intimate with its low lighting and flickering candles and smoke.
“Draw the top card from each pile,” she instructed, a sultry tone in her voice.
You wanted to press her question further, but you reached forward and took the top card from each pile as she said, laying them face-down on the table in front of you. When you were finished, she slid the remaining piles to the side and flipped over the first card to your left. You were confused when you saw that the card was upside down.
“The Chariot,” she read, her eyes blinking thoughtfully. “Reversed. Your future has been carried away from you.”
You tried not to scoff, but she noticed anyway, sharply eyeing you and pursing her lips. She continued anyway, flipping over the second card which was upright.
“Death.”
Your heart started to pound in your chest, your brain already calculating what that card meant. It was eerie, the way it looked, drawn in a smudgy black and white sketch of a body laying dead on the ground and a horseback knight, assumedly the murderer, jumping high over its victim.
“Your relationship ended abruptly, and you find grief a difficult transition.”
You still did not know how she knew you had been through a breakup, but maybe it was an easy guess for a young girl walking into a psychic shop. A part of you, a very gullible part, started to wonder if maybe she really was a psychic.
Finally, she turned over the last card. Chills pierced your spine as you recognized the Satanic image on the card—Baphomet, a horned man, drawn with an unnerving smile over the words The Devil.
“Ah,” she smiled, her lips curling into a pearly smile that caught your eye. She was a beautiful feigned sorceress, that was for sure. “You’ve been tricked.”
Your face scrunched at her words. “Tricked? How?” You were genuinely curious what she meant, even if you were starting to fall for her illusions.
She paused for a thoughtful moment, fiddling with the rings on her fingers as she stared at the card. “She was judgmental, wasn’t she?”
You held your breath, silently urging her to go on.
“She made you feel ashamed of yourself and manipulated you into thinking you were nothing without her. She even made you feel like you were unworthy of her love, though she suffocated you with it before taking it away abruptly. She tricked you into thinking you could not breathe without her, and then she took away your oxygen. And you didn’t even know it was happening, did you, detka?”
She was staring at you now, her misty eyes gazing into your own. A drowsy feeling overtook you, and you couldn’t keep hold of your thoughts. They were rushing past you, plucked just before you could think them, scrambled out of your reach. You didn’t know it was the crimson glow on her fingertips under the table giving you this blank and dazed feeling.
“I…” you trailed, your head starting to pound. “How did you…”
“I am a psychic,” she spoke, and her voice started to sound far away from you, though she was sitting just across the small table. “Says it on the door. You knew it before you came in.”
Tilting your head, you squinted at her, your mouth forming words that your brain would not let your tongue speak. Suddenly, you felt like you had forgotten completely how to speak.
It was then that every candle in the room except for the few on the table were snuffed suddenly by a gushing wind that tickled your hair across your cheek. In the dark, under the glow of the table’s remaining candles, you saw a scarlet light in her eyes.
“You… you’re…”
“I am everything you think I am and more,” she interrupted you. “And you are more than you think.” She leaned forward, bringing her hand out of the table. You watched as she twisted and curled her fingers around in the air, sparkly red magic dancing between them as she scrambled your brain with a tilted head and a curious stare.
Suddenly, flashing memories of your ex passed through your mind. The fights, the arguments, the words you had pushed down and forgotten about under your ex’s manipulative gaslighting.
Wanda spoke, “She made you think the relationship was perfect so you would stay with her for as long as she wanted you, and so that when she didn’t want you anymore, she got to have the upper hand while you suffered. Evil little cunt.”
“That’s not true—”
“I’m seeing it right here, detka.” She twisted her fingers, and the moments were clear in your mind. Your head started to feel fuzzy, your vision dim as you gripped the table, losing all sense of balance like you might fall right out of the chair. “How could someone treat a perfect little kitten like that? Take you for granted so, and leave you out on the road like a discarded dog.”
Now your heart was starting to hurt as much as your head, and before you realized it, you were crying. The smell of incense was burning hard through your nostrils as the witch picked her way through your brain and scrambled the rest. She was surprised at how easy it was to get in your head from the moment you had walked through the front door. She heard your thoughts before she even stepped in the room and looked at you. Now, seeing how easily a non-magical human had broken you down, she gleamed at the thought of how easy it would be for her and her powers to dumb you down even further.
“Stand up.”
Control over your own body was way past you. You moved at her words, standing sharply to your feet. She grinned in satisfaction and stood slowly, walking towards the curtain of beads she had first came through. She didn’t even have to speak or move her fingers for you to follow, floating mindlessly after her through the long strings of beads into the next room.
The back room was small, a sort of bedroom with a crimson velvet bed and a few pieces of furniture. More candles were lit back there, and the smell of incense was even stronger.
“Take off your clothes, detka, and lay down.”
Your body submitted to her voice. Mind far from matter, you peeled your own clothes away until you were bare naked and laid down on the bed, feeling the velvety red sheets on your nude skin.
Wanda sauntered towards the end of the bed, feasting upon your nudity with her darkened orbs. Her hands sinking into the mattress, she crawled on all fours onto the bed and towards you. You couldn’t describe what it was you were feeling. The state of your mind was both entranced and clear, sunk deep into murky waters while also soaring high in the clouds. It felt like static buzzing within and around you, and between blimps of momentary unconsciousness you suddenly saw that Wanda was now straddling you, her short black dress resting high on her thighs. You could feel her bare pussy resting on your lower stomach, her hands gliding across your upper abdomen.
“The most perfect thing to have fallen in my hands,” she whispered, her hands snaking over your tits and squeezing them eagerly. A whine escaped your throat, and she looked surprised to see that you were still present. “Still with me, detka? Let’s have a little fun before you go. I like playing with my new toys right out of the package.”
Her magic infiltrating your conscience was hot and feverish like fire, like bits of ember and ash sizzling away at the mass of your cognizance. It trickled down through your skull like lava and burned the inside of your throat. What piece of you was still there tried to file through which exact moment it was that she caught you—as soon as you walked in? When you inhaled the strong incense? Or was it when you sat at the table? Or when you touched the cards? Was it the very moment when you stopped your car in the middle of the road and stared at the blinking purple sign? Could it possibly be the very moment that you looked up at the full moon outside the bar as Nat told you about this place? Which moment was it that she found her way inside your head and stapled the roots of her magic to your mind?
It felt like you were lucid dreaming as the witch’s hands scoured your body, groping at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh of your waist, tickling over your collarbones and neck. You felt pressure on your lower tummy and saw that she was grinding her bare cunt against you, her wetness sliding easily over your skin.
“Silly puppy,” she taunted with a sharp laugh, her hands fondling your breasts as she undulated her hips against you, skirt catching on your waist. Your skin was growing sweaty under her fingers as her magic coursed through your blood like a venomous infection. “A witch doesn’t reveal her tricks, does she?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a soft moan, grinding harder on your stomach as she pinched and tugged harshly at your nipples. Your body reacted with a small gasp and a jolt through your muscles, and she smiled.
Lifting up, she backed herself between your legs and then spread them open wide at an angle, casting one leg over yours. Your breathing picked up as she pressed her clit against yours, grinding her cunt into you.
“Fuck, puppy,” she moaned, throwing her head back as dirty squelching noises filled the room. You were wetter than you had realized, and it was evident by the feeling of both yours and Wanda’s juices mixing together. She pushed your hips upward so that she was at a better angle, halfway folding your body as she used your pussy to get herself off. A drop of your mixed wetness started to slide down your tummy, running over the spot that was still wet from when she had grinded herself there.
“You don’t have to worry about a thing, detka,” she grunted, her eyebrows sewing together as the bed started to squeak with her motions. “You just be a good toy and let me use you, and I’ll take care of everything. You won’t have to worry about your ex anymore, or your job, or your friends, or even your life. It’s in my hands now.”
Her feelings of pleasure allowed her focus to slip momentarily, and you took the opportunity to string together words of your own will, still struggling to speak. “P-Please,” you said coarsely, looking at her with pleading eyes. She knew exactly what you meant, because she was inside you with her own mind in yours, and she could feel that coil of pressure in your belly, and you could feel hers, too.
She grinned, grinding her clit harder against yours, reaching up to pinch at your nipples. Your body squirmed, teeth piercing into your own lip as a moan escaped your throat, heavenly pleasure washing over you in an orgasm like a warm ocean wave. Wanda moaned and her hips stuttered as she came, her hand that was holding your leg up squeezing your flesh painfully.
She panted as she came down, and you thought maybe that would satisfy her and she would let you go, but now she was crawling down between your open legs and shoving her face between them.
“Ah!” you whined as her tongue lapped over your throbbing clit, slipping down to push deep inside you and tasting you there. Your body reacted outside of your control, trying to jerk away.
“Be still,” she ordered in a whisper, and your body commanded like a machine, stilling as she continued lapping at your sensitive clit. She suckled and pulled away to spit right on your slit before returning her mouth to you again.
“W-Wanda,” you mouthed, hands squeezing at the sheets as another coil of pressure sprung within your belly. It tightened and tightened as she devoured you, and before you knew it, you were blinded with another orgasm, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as you cried out.
Coming back up, she licked her lips and moaned at your taste, wiping your remnants from her mouth and spreading it over your belly. Your legs were trembling now, clit throbbing painfully, but by the look in her eyes, she was not done.
“You saw all my toys in there,” she spoke as she leaned over you to reach to the nighstand beside the bed, one of her necklaces tickling your nose in a cool metal graze. “But I keep some in here for special pets like you.”
Dumbed down, you didn’t know what she meant until, after hearing her open a drawer and rummage around, she kneeled back down between your legs, holding an uncomfortably large dildo in her hands.
You had the urge to jump off the bed and run away, but her magic had been keeping you pinned to the bed this whole time. You watched with wide eyes as she spit on the dildo and smeared her saliva around it, lowering herself down between your legs again and running the tip of the toy through your folds. Jolts of electricity went through you at the touch on your overstimulated pussy, your voice strings cracking together to sound out a pathetic whine.
“If you’re going to be a good toy, you will take whatever I give you,” she whispered, eyes concentrated on your bright red clit and the way your wet folds moved around the dildo as she teased it through them. “Be a good pet.”
She pushed the tip into your entrance, and for a moment, pleasure coursed through you, but as she pushed it in further and your hole ached to stretch around its girth, you cried out, “T-too b…big.”
“Take it, my dirty slut,” she husked, grabbing your thigh and jerking your legs open wider. Sharp pain filled you as she stuffed your pussy full of the dildo, sinking it all the way inside until the hilt touched your skin, and the tip of it was braced against your cervix. Your mouth fell open at how full you felt, how deep it was, at how much your walls ached and throbbed around it. “That’s it,” she praised, “That’s so good, detka.”
She eased it out, earning a hiss from you, and then forced it back in, doing this slowly until the resistance eased and she started to thrust it harshly into you.
“Look at you, taking the whole thing,” she spoke as she grabbed your knees with her free hand and bent them against your stomach so she could fuck you deeper. Using her magic to keep your knees bent, she placed her free hand on your clit and started to rub it hard.
“No!” you exclaimed, your clit hurting from the contact that it was ultra-sensitive to. You tried to squirm, but you couldn’t, and the dildo was hammering hard into you and poking through the skin of your lower tummy and making your legs turn to jelly. “W-Wanda,” you cried, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks.
She smirked at you, feasting on the sight of you crying and begging her to stop, wanting to squirm away from the overstimulation. She was trying to break you down even more, dwindle and dumb you down into a messy puddle of nothing, and she was doing a great job of that.
Squelching noises filled the air as she pivoted the dildo into your hole at a rough speed with one hand and rubbed hard at your clit with the other, pausing only to spit on your rubbed raw clit before rubbing it again.
“W-w-w…” You tried to speak, but your mind was so scrambled, and you were in so deep under her spell and her cruel administrations to your body that you couldn’t do anything but scream as two orgasms violently crashed over you one right after the other. You didn’t even notice that you squirted upon the second one, shooting the warm liquid right upon the skin of Wanda’s chest where her dress did not cover.
She twisted the dildo inside you as you came, urging more liquid out of you until finally there was no more, and you were on the brink of blacking out. Finally, she pulled the dildo out of you and put it away, putting your legs back down on the bed and climbing off you.
Your core ached and throbbed as more tears slid down your cheeks, your legs violently trembling. Wanda rounded the bed to place a hand over your forehead. Through teary vision, you took one last glimpse of her.
“You will be my best toy,” she whispered, a dimple forming in her cheek as she smiled before whispering, “Sleep.”
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the-autie-wolf · 2 years
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Cottage in The Woods
Dark!Wanda x Reader
Summary: You left your family barbeque after some tension and found a cottage that wasn't there before. 
Warnings: 18+, inhibitions lowered by magic, possessive Wanda, forced pregnancy, mind and memory tampering.
Word Count: 1220
You were at the family barbeque and decided to go on a stroll through the woods because your mom and aunt had gotten into another fight. It was late in the afternoon, and getting a little dark but you just wanted to get away from their bickering. You walked into the forest, not expecting anything to be different… But after an amount of walking, you found yourself looking at a wooden cottage that hadn't been there the last few times you had journeyed into it. It had wooden logs that had some moss on them and there was smoke coming from the chimney, so you knew someone was home. 
And before you could think twice about it, you were knocking on the door. As you finished knocking, you wondered how you even got on the doorstep. You briefly panicked before the door opened. Which revealed a pretty redhead woman wearing loungewear. 
"Come on in!" She said, very welcoming. She stepped aside and let you in. You walked in and took your shoes off by the door. 
"Nice to meet you, I'm y/n, and you are?"
"Wanda, lovely to meet you." She said pleasantly. 
You felt off about the whole thing but welcomed at the same time. You didn't know what to think. 
"Come, sit down by the fire, make yourself at home!" The mysterious woman said. You sat on the couch near the fireplace and warmed yourself, as it was fall and you had been walking in the forest for a while. While you were sitting and warming yourself, Wanda was in the kitchen behind you making up some tea. She added some magic to it so you'd relax more. While you weren't looking, she also put a boundary around her cottage so you couldn't escape. She came back around with the tea and set it on the coffee table for you. You thanked her but didn't pick it up immediately which frustrated the witch slightly. 
"So when was this cottage built? I go on strolls through this area often and haven't seen it, but there's moss on some of the logs, which would indicate the cottage has been here for a while" You asked curiously. 
"Three years ago. You must've just verged off your normal trail tonight." She waved you off. You found this strange cause you could've sworn you went through all the woods on the property. You picked up your tea and drank some as you admired the woman sitting across from you. You started to feel more relaxed and less hesitant as you drank the tea. You didn't think much of it, frankly, you didn't have any thoughts. Your brain was slowed. After you had finished your tea, it started raining. 
"Well, looks like you better stay here for the night," Wanda said as if she had nothing to do with the conveniently timed rain. You agreed. 
Wanda led you back to her bedroom and lent you some flannel pajamas, which you gratefully took. You changed into them and laid down on the bed, over the covers. Suddenly, the witch straddled your hips causing you to blush. You were pretty out of it from the tea. Otherwise, you would've tried to get to know Wanda better. But alas, this was the situation you were in. Wanda pulled up your flannel and started caressing your midsection. You let out a low moan, causing Wanda to smirk. Wanda removed one hand from you to gesture to one of her books from the bookshelf. Wrapped in red tendrils, the book started coming over. You lifted an eyebrow but didn't think much of it. Wanda used her magic to quickly flip to the page with the spell she was looking for. She found it, then removed the other hand and started waving one hand over your belly. There were now runes under your belly button. She then placed both hands back on your belly. Her red magic was fully around both hands. You felt warmth from both her hands and from inside. Then you felt a slight fullness, which increased until you had a small swell under your belly button. You moaned in pleasure. Wanda's hands went back to normal. She smiled and rubbed your new small mound. You looked up at her in not-completely-there-bliss. She leaned down and kissed you, you kissed back sleepily. Wanda pulled your borrowed flannel back down over your new figure and used her magic to move the covers over you so she wouldn't have to fight them or have you get up. She got in the bed on the other side and instructed you to roll over onto your side instead of laying on your back. You did just so, and Wanda pulled you into her as close as she could, and wrapped her arm around your midsection, gently rubbing it as the two of you fell asleep. 
The following day, you were the first one awake. You carefully and gently removed the redhead's arm from around you and slowly got up to go to the restroom. You walked into the restroom and closed the door. Your memories of last night were few and far between and foggy. You did your business, flushed the toilet, and went to the sink. You bumped into the sink much sooner than you expected. You looked down and saw a small mound on your belly. You felt it over, and it was firm. Panicking, you lifted the borrowed shirt and looked at your belly in the mirror. Seeing runes on your tummy did not help your panic. You fell over and hit the door on the way down causing the witch to quickly wake up. 
"Y/n, honey, are you alright?" She asked genuinely concerned. You didn't respond. You had your back to the door and Wanda was waiting on the other side. After not receiving an answer for a minute, Wanda decided to come in. She was surprisingly strong, considering her slim figure. After being moved a few inches from where you were originally sitting, you quickly got up. You stood up with your arms around yourself and you were soon met with a concerned witch. 
Looking at your tummy, you asked her "what are you?"
She put one hand on your shoulder and said, "I'm a witch."
"Why did you do this to me?" You said, still looking at your newly rounded belly. 
"Because you're the one I've been waiting for and I didn't want you to leave." 
You started to cry and hug your tummy. Wanda began to pull you into her for a hug, which you initially fought but, some magic quickly fixed that. You cried into her shoulder for a bit but then forgot what exactly you were crying about. Pulling out of the hug, Wanda wiped the remains of your tears and kissed you. Wanda led you out of the bathroom and back to the bed. 
"I'll go prepare breakfast, I'll be right back!" Wanda said as she left the bedroom. You tucked yourself back into the bed and rubbed your new tummy in curiosity and confusion.
—last night back at the house—
"Has anyone seen y/n?" Your dad asked the rest of the family. A bunch of no's followed. And it occurred that no one even noticed you leave.
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wandamaximoo · 5 months
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You Don't Have to Pretend Part 2
Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: TW, Eating Disorder, Dark wanda, a few swear words, previous kidnapping, mind control
Summary: wandas intentions become...clearer
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Wanda's Pov
I brought y/n to my cabin that was protected magically, just like the hex from west view but better, far better. I knew once I explained everything to her, she'll understand. If she doesn't, well then I can teach her a lesson.
I laid her carefully on the bed not that it would matter If I was rough cause I used magic to knock her out for a few hours but I didn't want to hurt her, I also removed the small diamond ring that bitch tried to claim her with.
After I made sure y/n was comfortable I pulled a blanket over her body and took out a book to read while I waited for her to wake up, I can't wait to have the life I've always dreamed of especially with her
Y/n's Pov
I woke up dazed and with a thumping headache. my hand flew to my head as I sat up, but I quickly realised that I wasn't in my home or at work. "wh- ..what the hell.. Where am i?" I stammered a little, then I noticed a familiar figure sitting in the corner of the room looking at me with a soft smile "Wands? Where's Kelly?" I asked, severely confused. What the fuck even happened?!?
"Don't worry about that bitch, my sweet." Wanda said in a sickly sweet voice, far too sweet to be the Wanda I knew, and she called my fiancée a bitch. I looked down and noticed my ring was missing too
"Wanda," I said slowly, "where is my ring?" I questioned, sitting myself up in the soft and unbelievably comfortable bed.
"It's gone" She said simply and shrugged nonchalantly and then got up, placing her book aside on the set of drawers beside her.
"Gone?! Gone where?!" I asked panicking far more, the ring wasn't that expensive sure but it was special to me
"Relax baby," Wanda lightly pushed me back down into the soft bed and I couldn't help but sigh a little "I'm gonna make you something to eat, you liked my paprikash, right?" Wanda asked me, I nodded slightly before I moved to get it off the bed again "Ah ah, you stay, you've had a long day. I'll explain everything after you are fed, promise.." Wanda smiled scrunching her nose up a little before she kissed my forehead and left the room.
I did end up getting out of the bed. I looked around the room for at least 10 minutes to try to find my ring but alas I didn't find it. I also didn't have my phone or anything else in my pockets like I used to have.
"what are you doing?" Wanda asked, I spun around and there she stood, with a sickeningly sweet smile spread across her face
"I need to call my fiancée Wanda, you know, to tell her I'm alright and that I'll be home soon" I explained to her, Wanda hummed and sat on the edge of the bed "where even are we?" I asked her, she looked at me with her beautiful green eyes
"Home." She told me softly, then she stood up and tried to get closer to me. I backed away "Don't do that y/n, you love me now." she told me with a low tone and a dark glint in her eyes.
"I don't know you anymore-" I whispered "And I definitely don't love you, Wanda." I snapped at Wanda. Her eyes went from foresty green to menacing Scarlet red in a matter of mere seconds
"You do love me y/n, you are the only one I have ever needed, and you need me, can't you see?! I did this for us!" She yelled angrily as my back hit the wall. She closed the distance that was between us and took my hands in hers "Please My sweet… don't make me use my magic on you.." She half pleaded, but I don't think she really cared what she had to do, I shook my head repeatedly
"This isn't right, Wanda," I whispered, looking away from her. She squeezed my hands a little
"Look at me y/n.." she said softly. When I didn't, she removed one hand from mine and lightly gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at her. "When I say something, you do it." She grit out but then quickly smiled
"Wanda, let me go, I have a life you can't just take me" I told her pulling my hand out her grasp she frowned taking my hand and placing it over her heart making me severely confused
"This heart, it only beats for you y/n, I'm never letting you go, I wish you'd have just compiled, but I guess you really are just my silly baby." She said, taking her her hands up to my temples
"This isn't love, Wanda!" I told her with a spark of confidence she pulled away her hands, and I felt relieved for a moment
"You love me. Not her." Wanda spat angrily taking out my ring from her pocket
"My ring!" I tried to grab it off her, but Wanda shoved me down, and I hit the floor with a gentle thud thanks to her magic, keeping me from actually hurting myself.
"It's so small, and you, my love, deserve the best." Wanda grinned before the ring melted into nothing, I gasped in shock
"You're crazy!" I screamed at her with tears in my eyes
"I'm not crazy." She glared irritated. "You told me I always had someone y/n. that someone was always going to be you, I've seen the multiverse my Darling. We are meant to be." Wanda explained before a new ring appeared in her hands, it was a silver ring with a large red Ruby, she then took my hand and slid it onto my hand… I have to admit it is a beautiful ring..
"Wa- the multiverse?" I asked, registering her words properly now
"Yes, I'll do anything for you, my love. Just give in." Wanda whispered in my ear
"I can't" I whispered back squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears, I could hear her sigh and pull me up
"You want this y/n, deep down you know it" Wanda growled slightly before she placed me down on the bed, I could hardly even be mad at her, sure, she melted my ring and kidnapped me but she's only been gentle and- what am I saying?!
"Stay out my head, wanda." I murmured to her. She only tilted her head and pretended to be confused, but I saw the glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.
What would kelsy no it's… what's her name.. why can't I remember her name? We are supposed to get married in the summer no, no it was spring? Autumn.
"Y/n?" Wanda said drawing me out my thoughts, wanda now had a bowl of paprikash in her hands "you need to eat" She smiled softly but I shook my head and crawled back
"Why can't I remember her name?- it's started with a k, right?" I said unsure of myself
"Just give into it baby, you'll feel better after.." Wanda smiled and I nodded slightly before I let her feed me her paprikash, giving in isn't wrong…she wants me she loves me, how can I deny that?
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p3sephone · 2 years
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Already mine. (Dark! Wanda/Scarlet Witch)
Summary: you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out. 
Warnings: implied past and future non-con, explicit violence, implied murder, mind control, jealosy, obsession and delusional behaviour. Do not read this if you’re a minor and you’re not 18+. Also if you’re not comfortable with these dark themes, block my account and the tags please. 
Note: I just started this blog a few days ago after a long time thinking about it. Aand yup, here I am. Please let me know what you think. <3
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You smiled even though desperation was still the predator of your body. You had succeeded, somehow you had managed to break out of control. You dropped the plate with the perfectly composed food, finally looking around.
The house in which you were imprisoned for so many years, always playing the same role. Prepare the food, be a good girl, her good treasure. You sobbed feeling the tears of happiness run down your face. How many times you screamed trying to make yourself heard but only the most splendid of your smiles came out of your face.
You were completely under her control when she realized she could never have you. Your heart belonged to another person and you still didn't know if she left him alive, but you knew you would die if she killed him.
With a shaking sigh and hands you could barely control, you took off that hideous green apron she loved to see you wearing and started heading for the door. 
You have abandoned the kitchen, the dishes and the recipe book that you knew by heart for all these years.
That was your routine and the morning wasn't that bad because she wasn't home. But oh, the evening was your nightmare. No matter how much she could control your mind, she had never been able to get this deep, and she could feel it. You knew she saw your suffering, your despair, but she ignored it. She looked at you with the sweetest of smiles and approached, kissing your head and placing her delicate hands on your hips.
You stood still but your terrified gaze went to her hands which turned red and threatened to inflict the worst of pains on you. 
You knew Wanda would never mind hurting you, she already had. But oh, that was for your own good.
You were supposed to leave your boyfriend for your own sake, he wasn't that good to you, you deserved more. She worshiped you but demanded that you do it too, and she forced you to do it: you cooked her favorite dishes, always slept next to her, obeyed whatever she said.
Sometimes, when you were quiet and not mentally screaming, she would also let you wander for a few hours without mentally controlling you. And it was so good, damn good. 
You had learned over time to get used to it, even to thank her. But you never learned to control your thoughts, and that was your big mistake.
You've been planning for months to find a way to get out of her control. You noticed tiny details, you knew you could do something, but you couldn't think about it, not with her. You had missed something though and she had picked it up.
When you approached the door you saw a red glow from the crack. You froze in your footsteps with a steady breath in your throat, then slowly walked away.
"W-Wanda?" you asked faintly, almost whispering. The door swung open and the handle flew away. You bent down to be able to dodge it, permanently losing your balance and ending up on the ground. You saw her face: disappointment, bitterness and anger. So much anger. She wanted to hurt you, she had made it clear by the lack of any sarcastic grin or a hint of pain.
She had only come to do you the worst harm you could bear. You let the scream stuck in your throat have a chance to get out, then back off and get back on your feet.
You had to run, it didn't matter if you didn't have a chance, you had to run. It was your survival instinct, and you knew that even if you gave up, she would put you through hell. Tears completely obscured your vision and sobs made your body tremble completely.
You heard no footsteps, just a red glow chasing you wherever you went. You managed to get to the stairs and start climbing them quickly, two by two. Then you felt something grab your ankle, followed by a sickening noise and unspeakable pain in your ankle.
The strong push back made you fall with your chin on the step and you could only cry in pain. You touched your deeply split lip and started crying desperately, knowing that any words would be useless.
At that point, the glow disappeared and she stepped forward. Her expression was livid. She grabbed you roughly by the hair, ignoring your protests and yelps of pain.
"Please--" you couldn't speak, it hurt so much. You could feel the blood running down her chin and the desperate tears falling on the bloodstained stairs, mingling with it.
"I thought you learned, didn't you? I thought you finally learned something, you ungrateful little one!" she let go of her hair only when she finished screaming in your face, banging your head against the wall. You yelp in pain again, not even having time to hold your head and ease the pain.
You wanted desperately to beg her but she didn't give you time. She bent to your level and took your cheeks with one hand, so much to dig them out and nail her nails into your flesh.
"She was right. I can't really make you love me if he's not dead. I had to listen to Natasha and not let my heart listen to you instead." she kept ranting, and if it had been a mere avalanche of insults you might as well have tried to dissociate yourself from that horrible moment.
Instead, your eyes widened and your yelps of pain stopped. You looked at her, just looked at her with pleading eyes and a desperation that almost made Wanda jump. No, you didn't know, she was there.
At that moment you were hoping that she could really change something, she could find in her heart the strength to understand that she was making a monstrosity.
"You... look at yourself." she taunted you and you found it amusing, that she had your same pain painted on her face. 
"You're in love with him, still. 3 years and you still have hope of seeing him, you- you didn't just save his life, you were waiting for him. You didn't want to go on, you just wanted to put him on standby."
Her pained expression was replaced with a stony, heartless one. But something you saw in her eyes was pure obsession. You only now realized your mistake: Wanda hated any connection with the outside world, even if thought of. It didn't matter if it was the simple cafe next door or the nice gentleman who sometimes played a game of cards with you, no, she hated it.
How could she not hate that your heart belonged to someone else?
"Please Wanda... please, I beg you I will change, I’ll be better. I will, yes, I will be completely yours." you pleaded, climbing onto her lap and approaching her face. You even tried to move to give her a kiss and she, despite the still iron grip on her cheeks, allowed it.
She slowly kissed back and when you pulled away you could see the blood staining her pale lips. She then she smiled at you softly, letting go of the painful grip.
"You are already mine, my love. But you must understand it well... and to do that, there must be no distractions."
Before you could even retort her eyes were already lighting up with that blood red you feared so much and the person you feared most in the world appeared: Scarlet Witch. She stood up again and without giving you a chance to move, she used her magic to drag you into the bedroom you have in common.
She locked you up without even looking at you one last time, only announcing that she would be back later and that you would have exemplary punishment. That night you could only stay on the floor, refusing to stay in the bed where she had violated you so many times that you lost count.
You had lost everything now.
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captains-simp · 2 years
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Wanda Maximoff & Agatha Harkness ~ You're Cute When You're Distressed
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Dark!Wanda X Dark!Agatha X fem!Reader
Warnings: established kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, magic used as a restraint, humiliation, mommy kink, choking, strap on sex, strap warming, dehumanisation, edging, degrading, oral on strap on, breath play, anal fingering, butt plug use, spanking, vibrating strap on, oral, praise, face slapping, implied mind reading and overstimulation
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The whimper that made its way past your tightly sealed lips caused a new flush of embarrassment to overtake you. Biting your lip hard, you hoped there was some way it would prevent another slip up. It wouldn't work, of course. It would instead only make you wince as you dug into the fresh cut along your bottom lip that had been made just half an hour prior, when you had tried to escape the house through an open window. You had even screamed to the neighbours in the street but for a reason entirely unknown to you, they didn't bat an eye to your cries for help or even acknowledge your presence. You thought your captors were out at the time, but that was just one of the countless mind games and illusions they projected on the regular. Sometimes you wondered if what you saw was more fake than real. 
"Come on, sweets. You were more than happy to be as loud as you wanted earlier. Let us hear that pretty voice of yours." Agatha hummed, her voice cruel despite the soft words. Regardless, the taunting made it even harder to withhold your pleas and moans than it already was with a thick toy filling you past the brim. You had been fully seated on it for longer than you were built to take given how sensitive the women had quickly learned you to be. 
While you wanted nothing more than to frantically fuck yourself on the girthy toy, Agatha had a paralysing hold on your body that had almost every muscle locked within a purple mist. To further add to this, the brunette witch had made herself comfortable between your legs and was taking her time in leisurely stroking her tongue across your throbbing clit. She preened at every twitch your nerve made under her touch and watched in mesmerization when your pussy clenched around the cock you were leaking all over. Wanda hummed everytime she managed to swipe some on her tongue and made sure you felt the vibrations firmly against your pulsing clit.
The pair had built you up to the edge only to deprive you of that bliss countless times as they mocked the needy whines that spilled from your slightly swollen lips as a result. They gained far too much satisfaction from depriving you of what you needed most for your liking but it made you all the more desperate. 
The next time you started to feel the heat rising from your core your eyes began to water (not for the first time) from the burn of overstimulation that had yet to have anything to show for it. You strained hard against your glimmering restraints in hopes of chasing the release that the witches recognised at once. This time though, Wanda didn't let up in dancing her tongue across your clit and you breathed a heavy sigh of relief, thinking this sealed your upcoming orgasm.
Instead, a force identical to Agatha's magic wrapped itself around your neck and squeezed. Your gasp was cut off within a second as was your breathing and ability to think at all. Regardless of the lack of oxygen reaching your brain, your body still craved its release that was within reaching distance until both Wanda and Agatha pulled away at once, depriving you of what you were sure could have been a euphoric high. 
You collapsed immediately after Agatha ceased her magic and didn't move to catch your limp body that thankfully Wanda caught with ease. You panted heavily into her neck and whined at the newfound emptiness of your pussy now that the strap was no longer filling. 
"Did our sweet, dumb baby think she was actually going to cum?" Wanda chuckled as she held your dishevelled face in her soft hands. "Oh, malysh." She said with a faux pout.
"Greedy little cock slut." Agatha hummed. "If you want it so bad you have to work for it." Wanda turned you around to face the raven haired witch who was sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed with her hands either side of her and the strap standing proudly in the air, still glimmering with your wetness. 
Before you could fully process the sight, Wanda was pushing you forward by the back of your head so that your lips were hovering above the strap. A little hesitant in tasting yourself, you paused for a second without considering the ironic impatience of the pair. 
Wanda pushed your head further until you had no choice but to wrap your lips around the tip and breathe deeply when the sweetness hit your senses. Agatha chuckled at your short lived ease and revelled in the way she was able to take that away with one thrust of her hips. 
You gagged when the strap hit the back of your throat without preamble, your eyes starting to water again as your sensitive gag reflex was abused by Wanda forcing your head to stay down. It didn't take long for your nose to be pressed against the harness. 
As you started to panic from the lack of stable breathing, you tried hitting Agatha's thighs to get her to let up but she simply chuckled again at how weak your hits were. You whimpered around the strap and tried to speak but the sharp pull on your hair from Wanda reduced you to muffled cries that spiked when the brunette spanked you hard with the flat of her palm. 
She smoothed the burning skin before smacking your ass again and repeated it with undistinguishable timing. You had no idea when the next hit would come and it made you all the more anxious. 
"Oh, doll, you look so cute when you're distressed. Still not used to being our little fuck toy?" Agatha quipped with her signature sass that somehow still turned you on more. 
"Honey, she's going to hurt her head if you get her to think so hard." Wanda tutted. 
"Then maybe you should give her something to empty that little head." Agatha smirked, unbeknownst to you. Wanda gave the older witch a knowing look and reached for the toy she had in mind as Agatha took over in keeping you fully seated on her strap, swiping at some of the drool leaking down your chin as she scolded you for being so messy. 
Your attention was turned back to the Sokovian when she ran her slick fingers over your ass and lingered on the marks she had made when your whole body shivered. Instead of smacking you again, a single finger ventured to your tightest hole and dipped inside slowly, helped by what you assumed was lube. You instinctively clenched in surprise and Agatha held your wrists down next to her legs to limit your struggles as a breathy moan was heard from around the strap. 
Wanda expertly opened you up for her as she eased a second finger in and scissored them together in a way that had you leaning back to try and take more. You were desperate to feel just how far she could go. At that, Wanda withdrew her fingers, much to your displeasure, and quickly replaced them with a metal plug that was cold enough without the lube smothered across it. Wanda teased your asshole with it, drawing out your wanton mewls, before finally pushing it in and watched as you stretched to let it in. You were taken off guard by the pain of the stretch but once the plug reached the widest part your mind was empty as your senses took over and focused entirely on the small, teasing tugs, Wanda gave the toy to see your hole clench in protest.
"Fuck, babe." Wanda grunted to the other witch. "Wish you could see how her greedy hole takes me." 
"Show me." Agatha said and you could have sworn that she sounded slightly breathless at seeing you still drooling over her cock. She lifted your head and once your lips were no longer around the toy you gasped for air and gripped the bedsheets in tight fists to stop yourself collapsing. Agatha certainly showed no signs of supporting you as she stood up from the bed and pushed your upper half onto where she was sitting so your knees were unsupportive above the hard floor.
You heard the pair shuffle behind you until Wanda appeared in front of you, any clothing below her waist now discarded. You tried not to stare at her legs and the tempting sight between them but that proved to be a bigger challenge when the brunette spread her legs and leaned back, trailing her hand down her thigh as she kept her gaze fixed on you. Your mouth started to water when Wanda let her hands venture a little further and you watched on as though in a trance. This was broken when you were suddenly being filled up with Agatha’s strap again, this time with no preamble. You choked on a moan, torn between admiring the sight in front of you or focusing on not moaning again, not that that was proving successful so far. You were still determined to remain stubborn. 
The older witch reached under her harness and you suddenly felt the strap start to vibrate lowly. Agatha groaned as you did, clearly pleasured by the toy’s addition too. When she pulled the strap out only to thrust it back in quickly, another moan spilled from your lips as the vibrations made your most sensitive nerves twitch and preen. 
“You feel how deep I am inside you?” Agatha asked as she snaked her hand under your chest to pinch at your nipples. You yelped and bucked back against her but her other hand gripped your thighs firmly to stop you from squirming. 
“Fuck, mommy!” You broke, unable to ignore the snicker from the pair as your barriers broke down completely. “Please.” You just couldn’t help it.
“Make your other mommy feel good and maybe we’ll think about letting you cum.” Agatha said.
Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around Wanda's thighs as she planted her feet either side of you for leverage and shuddered when your warm breath hit her pussy. 
"Hurry up, you little brat." Agatha spat with a harsh smack to your already sore ass as she started to slow down her thrusts. Not wanting to aggravate either of them any further, your tongue darted out to stroke Wanda's pussy. You moaned at the sweet taste of the witch and pushed aside all hesitation as you began to push your eager tongue into her dripping channel. Pleased with your efforts, Agatha gripped your thighs harder and began to fuck you with more earnest.
"Fuck." Wanda moaned as her hand tangled in your hair and gave it a sharp tug to pull you further between her thighs until you were practically smothered. Still, you flattened your tongue and ran it up her pussy before wrapping your lips around her clit that throbbed in your mouth. Wanda gave another cry and bucked her hips up against your face despite not finding any room to do so and instead grinded against you as her grip tightened. 
"Right there. That's a good slut. Keep using your slutty mouth to make your mommy feel good. I could get off on your face everyday." Wanda groaned, her speech breathless though still radiating complete control of you. You wouldn’t fool yourself into believing she was any weaker when she was blissed out.
"You like eating out your mommy, whore? You want her to cum on your pretty face?" Agatha taunted, grunting slightly when the vibrations pressed especially hard against her clit that pulsed with pleasure.
"I want mommy to cum so bad." You cried out honestly, desperate to see her face when she came and hear her beautiful moans. You alternated between fucking her hole with your tongue and sucking on her clit in hopes of getting her to cum quickly, knowing that the sooner your captors did, the sooner you would and you were all too ready for your awaited climax.
"Malysh, keep sucking my clit. Mommy's gonna soak your face." She said though really didn't give you any choice as she locked your head firmly in place, her entire body shuddering as she came with a heavy moan that went straight to your core. You watched with wide eyes as Wanda came, her face blissed with pleasure and the epitome of fucked out. 
Barely a second after, Agatha dug her nails into your thighs and grinded her hips against you as she came with a low moan and continued to rotate her hips with the strap deeply embedded inside you and consequently pressing harder than you had ever felt against your g-spot. It was impossible not to cum yourself. 
You couldn't even muster the self control to conceal your own climax as you furiously bucked against Agatha's strap with a near pornographic moan that could surely be heard from the other side of the large house. You collapsed against the bed, panting heavily and swimming in bliss so overwhelming that you didn't register the angered demands of the witches. 
"...ungrateful fucking brat." You yelped at simultaneously smack to your ass while your head was pulled up by your hair. Your breath hitched when you met Wanda's glowing eyes and tightly locked jaw as she glared down at you. Her hand was gripping your own jaw so tight that her nails were digging into your skin. When you whimpered in discomfort she slapped you hard across the face and your ears rang for several seconds.
"You want to cum so fucking bad, we'll make you cum." Agatha hissed as she raked her nails down your torso, bringing your attention to the fact that you were laying stomach down on the bed with each wrist secured to your ankles with unbreakable binding. 
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Please-" You were cut off by another harsh slap from the now silent witch. 
Agatha wasted no time in picking up her pace, slamming the soaked cock into your without any mercy and groped at your breasts for better leverage. The strap pounded into you over and over and instead of getting tired, the witch’s pace only seemed to increase. Wanda, however, kept your eyes on her own that occasionally flashed with red everytime you so much as thought about looking away. She continued to watch on with an unreadable expression as you tried to communicate that you were going to cum but found it impossible to find the words to do so. 
Panic arose through you as you realised you were going to cum without permission and you were sure that they both knew it. You came with a sharp cry and Agatha pinched at your nipples, twisting them painfully between her fingers as she fucked you through your orgasm and into another one without even considering giving you a break or chance to recover. Again and again until your mind became too fried to remember anything other than the two women. 
You mustered as much energy as you could to squirm away but your efforts were futile. Your pussy ached with the punishing pace and extreme overstimulation you were experiencing. But you had no way of escaping it and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to, having needed this all night. All you could do was lay beneath the two witches, voice hoarse from your cries of twisted pleasure that was becoming overbearing, and take everything they were giving you. 
"I can't take any more." You finally croaked after willing yourself to say something understandable. Agatha chuckled darkly behind you but the smirk that crept onto the edge of Wanda’s lips scared you more. She stroked your cheek softly before speaking.
"Oh detka, I'm sure you can take much much more." 
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Meant for each other
Dark!Wanda x Reader
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A/n: hi so I’m still alive 😀 and I present to you ✨dark Wanda✨ because I’m obsessed >:D
Summary: you ran away from everybody after endgame trying to disappear but your ex comes back to collect you.
Warnings: mention of unhealthy relationship, mind control, violence, angst, bad writing. Proof read ;)
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“You don’t understand y/n! When do i get my happy ending!? When!” The red head shouted, her accent seeping through dangerously as you stepped backwards away from her hitting a wall as you cowered under her glare. Seeing you scared of her only seemed to fuel her anger further. You were scared of her. Just like everybody else. “Wanda i-“ you tried but you were cut off before you could continue “NO! Y/n i lost everything! You were all i had! And then you just go running away from me! I love you y/n!” She moved towards you her eyes flashing a threatening red.
you hadn’t intended to hurt her. You hadn’t intended to run away like you did and it hurt you as well to do what you did. But the relationship you had with Wanda hadn’t been healthy for neither of you. She loved you unconditionally however the feelings hadn’t been reciprocated. You didn’t know when or why you’d stopped loving her. She’d almost been obsessive over you and you’d felt bad for not feeling the same way about her. Deep down you knew what you did was wrong but you were panicking and heartbroken just like her after the blip. After everything with Thanos. You just… disappeared. You’d thought Wanda would just move on… forget about everything. Find someone better. But here she was.
“Wanda I’m not good for you in any way. Im sorry for what i did but you need to find someone better!” You begged tears welling up in your eyes. You had no idea what had gotten into her, she seemed totally unlike the Wanda you once knew.
“Thats not going to happen. We’re meant for each each other. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that again,” she said in a eery tone stepping closer to you. Petrified you stood staring at her trying to find any trace of the Wanda you once knew. The soft bubbly girl that never seemed to have a bad hairday. But you found nothing.
“Wanda you don’t have to do this,” you tried reasoning with her while stepping towards the exit in an attempt of escaping. “Oh you have no idea,” she laughed her eyes turning red as she tilted her head to the side tauntingly as if daring you to take another step. your eyes widened as the same red colored mist formed around your neck. You moved your hands up instinctively trying pry off the red mist that was cutting off your airways as Wanda just laughed at your feeble attempts of freeing yourself. She swiftly flicked her wrists towards the other side of the room and you yelped in pain as you were pulled aggressively towards the wall slamming against the hard wall making you shout out in pain from the impact of the wall. You were pulled up against the wall and thrown hard to the floor causing you let out a pained shout as your legs were crashed down onto the hard wooden floor leaving you unable to move as your legs gave in under your weight. you slumped against the floor onto your stomach groaning as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut not daring to look up at the red head who was staring you down a few feet away from you.
Wanda walked towards you and kicked you onto your back forcing you to look up at her as she kneeled down beside you. “You can’t run from me again малышка. We’re meant to be together. I’ll make sure of it,” she whispered a soft look on her her face. A shiver ran down your spine and you panicly reached down pulling the gun you had strapped to your thigh out having totally given up on trying to talk any sense into the woman. You quickly pointed the gun up at Wandas forehead from you position on the hard floor your breaths uneven and your face contorting into an expression of exhaustion, horror, pain and sadness.
The soft look that occupied her face seconds before totally disappeared and the gun was thrown across the room using her magic her eyes following it intently as it clattered to the floor way out of your reach before looking back at you “you can’t continue doing this. Or I’m gonna have to punish you,” she said in a baby voice leaning forward as you stared horrified at her.
Red mist appeared around your wrist clasping them together and restraining any more movement from you before lifting you into the air and down on the floor again forcing you onto your knees in front of her. You gasped in pain as your legs were pushed down onto the floor since they still hurt from being thrown before. Hearing her laugh at your whimpers you looked up at her.
She send you a sinister smile before moving a hand up to your head and moved her wrists as her eyes lit up in a menacing crimson red. You quickly realized what she was about to do and your eyes widened with panic as you tried to pull away from her but her magic holding you in place “nonononono Wanda you cant do this please-“ you were cut when the red mist extended to your temple your eyes glowing a red that matched her glowing eyes and your breath hitched your eyes flickering uncontrollably around the room as Wanda dug through your mind “shhh relax малышка its ok,” she shushed and released you from the position she had held you in earlier your body instantly relaxing.
You looked up at your wife as the red glow disappeared from your eyes. You felt completely at ease in her company and smiled up at the beautiful red head who returned the warm gesture. It was as if all worries had been removed from you, the only thing that mattered being your beautiful wife who reached a hand down helping you up from the floor.
The whole house had changed all the furniture having been replaced with… 1950s looking furniture? Your smile faltered slightly as you looked around the house confused as to where you were. You didn’t notice Wandas eyes briefly turning red when she noticed your mood changing slightly at the realization. No. This was your home. This was where you belonged. You were going to start a family here with your beautiful wife who you turned to your smile having returned completely.
She instantly leaned in crashing her lips against yours and you quickly reciprocated. Your lips moved in sync as your whole body filled with a warm feeling and you moved your hand up to her hair to entangle your fingers in it, her hands moving down to your hips pulling you flush against her. “Oh I’ve missed this,” she breathed against your lips “darling it’s only been a couple seconds,” you chuckled. In reality you really didn’t remember when you last kissed but you chose to ignore it. Wanda smiled against your lips at the nickname and pulled away so you could sit down on the couch together. “i love you,” you breathed putting your head on your lovers shoulder who placed her hand on your thigh and grabbing your hand. Wanda looked down at your entangled hands smiling “i love you too. We’re meant for each other,”
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Highest Bidder: Under the Weather
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Highest Bidder - Drabble: Under the Weather 
Dark!Sharon Carter x Kidnapped!Reader 
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TW: 18+, fluff, mean sharon, but then nice sweet sharon, illness, stockholm syndrome, mommy kink, if I’m missing any please let me know!
A/N: wrote this when I was super sick and needed crime mommy to come take care of me
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“Baby!” Sharon called out as she entered her home. It was strange not for you to greet her with excitement and kisses. 
Sharon scoped throughout the house till she found you laying on the cold linoleum of the guest bathroom. “What’s wrong?” 
“Sick,” you groaned as a chill washed over you. 
Sharon crouched down and pressed the back of her hand to your sweaty forehead. She didn’t need to be a medical professional to know you were running a high fever. You preened against her cold hands. “How did this happen?” 
You could barely shrug your shoulders. “Maybe I ate something bad.” 
“We eat the same things so if that were the case I’d be sick too.” Something about this was off to Sharon. “At least I know you’re not pregnant.” 
You tried to lightly laugh at that remark but you cried as it made your whole body ache. 
“Did you get out? Did you leave?” 
“What’re you talking about?” You whined in pain. 
“If you didn’t get sick from the food and I’m not sick then that means you caught it from someone else.” Sharon left her nurturing perch, standing with a stern expression. “Who else have you been around!”
“No one,” you coughed pathetically like a sick orphan child actor playing the role of a kid dying of the Black Plague. 
“Why are you lying?” She was fuming with rage. 
“I didn’t go anywhere.” You began to weep, your body too exhausted and fragile to handle anything else. “Sometimes people get sick.” 
“Oh so now you’re a smart girl and wanna talk back?” Sharon scoffed. She wanted to kick you in the stomach as you lay on the floor but she’d rather not deal with your vomit on the ground. “I thought we were over this, now you’re being bad again. Am I not good enough for you? You’re mine, got that?” 
You nodded with a sniffling cry. “I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I got sick, I promise I never left.” 
“You’re a liar!” Sharon yelled. “Whatever, you can stay in here and think long and hard about what you’ve done and what you’re gonna be doing once you feel better.” She stomped out of the bathroom. 
“Yeah, well if I were to escape, trust me I wouldn’t come back here.” You mumbled under your breath but it must’ve been loud enough for Sharon to hear. She stood in the doorway, gripping the white wood of the door.
“You’re so lucky I love you because if I didn’t I’d fucking slit your throat for talking to me like that.” She slammed the bathroom door shut, locking it from the outside.
 She felt her body shake with anger as she paced her office. She was trying to get anything done but all she could think about was you. How pitiful and sick you looked and how she wanted to take care of you just as much as she wanted to slap you. She wanted to hold you, give you medicine and a cool bath and do anything she can to make you feel better. 
She thought of how you had a faint smile when you saw her come in. Like you had missed her dearly and were happy to not be left alone. And Sharon exploded on you and hurt you in the process. Sharon tried not to cry at the thought of it. But it doesn’t make sense. How could you have gotten sick if Sharon didn’t either? Sharon hadn’t gotten sick in years. You had to have been around other people, you must be getting out when she’s gone. 
But you were still here, and if you had left you still came back. You hadn’t had a break-out attempt in so long, nothing was adding up. 
The sound of you throwing up from upstairs made her heartbreak, she should be there, holding you and rubbing your back. 
“Fuck it,” Sharon sighed. “She needs me.” 
As Sharon left her office, her phone began to ring, and she grew confused on why anyone would be calling her. And once she read the caller ID she was even more confused. “Hello?” 
“Hi, Ms.Carter.” The voice of their housekeeper sounded hoarse and painfully congested. “One of my grand babies gave me some sort of flu and I won’t be able to come in today or tomorrow.” 
Fuck
It all clicked at once 
Fuck 
The housekeeper, Mavis, was the other person you were around. 
You liked to help Mavis out. Sharon told you not to, that it’s she’s paying her to work but you liked having company and that she reminded you of your grandma. 
Mavis usually comes when Sharon is at work so they don’t often engage with each other in person. 
“Ms. Carter?” 
“Yes, Mavis.” Sharon’s train of thought broke. “Take as many days off as you need, it’s no problem.” 
As the call ended she sent a text to one of her assistants, Darius. ‘Send a doctor over right away, my girl is running a high fever.’
Sharon’s heart broke. You weren’t lying, you hadn’t gotten out. You just liked spending time with Mavis and got sick in the process. She was so mean to you when you just needed her to take care of you. 
Sharon quietly entered the guest bathroom she had locked you in, seeing you had fallen asleep on the cold bathroom tile. She got down on the ground beside you, stroking your hair behind your ear. 
“Mommy?” You sniffled, waking up. “I’m sor-“
“It’s okay,” Sharon interrupted. “Mavis just called, she’s sick too. I’m sure you just caught it from her, my love.” 
You weaseled your head into her lap not bothering to conceal your crying. “I love you, I don’t wanna leave. Just want you, mommy.” 
“I love you too,” She cooed. Your weakened state making you like a sick kitten that didn’t wanna be left alone made her heart beat faster. You needed her. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?” 
She felt you nod in her lap. “Darius called for a doctor, they should be here soon.” 
You squirmed. “No doctors! Please, I don't wanna see a doctor.” 
“Shh, I’m gonna hold you the entire time and he’s gonna help you feel better.” Sharon just wanted you to be better. 
You pushed yourself from her lap. “Mommy, I’m gonna get you sick. You have to go away.”
Sharon tried to hide her grin from your precious attempt. “I won’t get sick. And if I do I have the cutest little nurse in the world to take care of me.” 
Before you could protest to her trying to corral you in her lap again the doorbell ringing pulled her away. “Don’t try to stand up you’re too weak. I’m gonna go get the doctor and it’ll be okay.” 
Sharon made the doctor show his identification at the outside security cam before letting him in. She couldn’t chance it, not when it came to you. 
“I can’t home about an hour and a half ago and I found her in the bathroom. She’s running a fever and puking and she’s just in a lot of pain. You need to make her better.” Sharon explained holding back tears at the thought of it all and how she left you from anger. If the doctor couldn’t heal you she was gonna shoot him in the head then find a doctor who could. 
You glanced at the pair when they approached the bathroom. “Honey, this is Dr. Baggs, he’s gonna take care of you.” 
You only nodded before you started crying again. “Do you think you can get in the bed so he can have a better look at you?” 
You nodded again, shakily latching onto Sharon, the doctor helping to stabilize you on your other side and walk you only a few feet to the guest bed. 
Sharon had you settled into the lightweight crisp white sheets before laying on the opposite side of you. You grabbed her hand in a bruising grip as you felt fear coursing through your veins. “It’s okay, he knows what he’s doing.” She reassured you with a kiss on the temple. 
The doctor asked a series of questions while taking your vitals. You weakly just whimpered out a yes or a no but Sharon tried to talk for you as much as she could. 
“There’s been the flu going around, this has been my third case. It feeds through pretty quick, less than 24 hours so you’re already around halfway through with it.” The doctor gave a comforting smile and you tried to smile back realizing this will be over soon. “If it’s alright with you Ms. Carter, I have an IV of saline in my medical bag. We can at least replace her fluids and I can give her something to sleep it out.” 
You grabbed her hand tighter before shaking your head. “No needles, mommy. Please, please, please.” You begged 
Sharon kissed your hand which was changing color from circulation with the way you were squeezing hers. “It’s so fast and you’ll feel so much better.” 
You sobbed, begging for it not to happen. 
“Look at me baby,” she gently turned your chin to look at her. “You’re mommy’s brave little girl, and I know you can take it.” 
“But mommy- Ow!” You yelped turning your head to see the doctor already injecting you while you were distracted. 
“See, love? You’re such a good girl and you’re so brave and it barely even hurt right?” Brushed your sweat-soaked hair from your face. 
“I guess it didn’t hurt too much…” you were stubborn and didn’t like admitting that you were wrong and once again she was right. 
“You’re such a brave girl for me.” Sharon kissed your forehead, her lips like their own medicine against your skin. “Gonna make sure you get better.” 
Before the Doctor left he pumped you up with a bunch of drugs, making you feel like you were floating on a cloud. Sharon stayed curled up next to you in bed, playing old movies that you liked, and made sure you had enough to drink. 
Sharon looked down at your sleeping form, beginning to fall asleep with the faint blue light of the tv in the background and she didn’t realize how badly the thought of you betraying her could feel. She’d die before she let you leave. 
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A/N: If you follow me you know my mom recently died so I haven’t super been into mommy kink for a while so if it seems choppy I went in and add mommy so that it would flow with the continuity of the story. 
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