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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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Birds of a Feather (18+)

Birds of a Feather

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda has made sure the town of Westview is her secluded little haven. But not everything can be paradise. She's not a stranger to getting rid of things that she doesn't care for. So, when she meets her neighbours across the street, Wanda finds someone worth keeping inside her sphere of influence but also tempting enough to take back out to reality.

[Set while Vision has fucked off and Wanda is having a breakdown™]

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Dubcon, domestic abuse, somnophilia, manipulation, hostage situation, Stockholm syndrome, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), strap-on, overstimulation, praise kink. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Notes: Well, I've gone and done it now. This is just the start of opening a can of worms. There could be a part two or three, we don't know yet 👀 but this can be read as a stand alone. Reminder that you can block this tag if you don't want to see my dark fics: mm.mydarkfics

Safe readings & enjoy!

Translations: miláčik - Honey

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Wanda stares at the TV absentmindedly, her hand still in the bowl of popcorn she had been shoving in her mouth.

How had things gone so wrong?

There was a wave of irritation that flashed through her. Why didn't Vision understand? Why did he feel the need to ask question after question after question?

How could he not see that she was taking care of him? Of them? Of their children?

The people of Westview were fine. They had no real worries because of Wanda. She was keeping them safe, in their own little paradise.

And now, Vision was gone.

When the episode of her sitcom ended, Wanda was suddenly aware of how gross she felt. Her fingers were a little greasy, her face felt dry, her hair was a little grimy, and her stomach hurt a little from having nothing but popcorn all day.

It was a good thing that Agnes agreed to watch the kids again today, but Wanda knew that couldn't go on forever.

Turning off the TV, Wanda abandoned her bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before wandering slowly to the bathroom. She looked terrible with her dark circles and hair tied into a messy ponytail. Sighing, she began to wash her hands. The small act inspired her to wash her face too, but that was there that ended. The most she could do after that was to tighten her ponytail.

For once, Wanda felt sick of the sitcoms. It had been a good distraction and her ultimate comfort when things weren't going well. But now, it was starting to feel like a reminder her life was falling apart.

Maybe she needed some fresh air?

Wanda kept her sweats, old tank top, and plaid shirt as she slipped on her shoes lazily and opened the door. It'd been a while since she'd been outside. The full brightness of the sun burned her eyes a little.

She walked around the block leisurely with her arms crossed. The people of Westview greeted her cheerily but didn't stop for conversation, thankfully.

Wanda made it around the block a couple of times before she decided to head back when the wind was getting too intense. Before she could go back into her house, a flimsy bedsheet whisked by before another body chasing after it passed by her.

You were wearing jeans and a regular plain long-sleeved button-up. The wind whipped through your hair as you ran after the flying bedsheet.

Wanda would've ignored you. She doesn't even remember recalling you in her little town of paradise. But your distressed face had Wanda pitying you. Westview people should be happy, right? You being so distressed over a stupid bedsheet was like Vision being right.

And so, Wanda subtly used her powers to run faster than you, jumping just high enough to grab the cloth.

When she came back down, she turned to see you a little flushed with panting.

"T-Thank you," were your breathless words as Wanda handed them to you.

"It's no problem," Wanda forced herself to smile. "Do I even want to know why there's a flying bedsheet outside?"

You seemed to have caught your breath but now nervously gripping the white fabric, rubbing it between your fingers.

"I'm doing laundry," you told her quietly.

"Don't have a washer and dryer?" Wanda cocked her brow.

Now, you looked even more anxious, looking around before your eyes settled back on Wanda.

"The dryer's broken," you mumbled. "I...I can't get anyone to fix it today but the laundry needed to be done."

Wanda's never really met anyone so obstinate over when laundry needed to be done, but she could relate that maybe the girl had no clothes left.

"Anyway," you said, bunching up the flimsy fabric in your arms. "Thank you again."

With that, you started to turn around and leave.

"Wait!" Wanda called, bewildered by her own actions.

You turned around curiously.

"I—" Wanda paused before she shook her head. "I can fix your dryer for you if you'd like. I'm...pretty handy."

You stared at Wanda for a moment, blinking and biting your lip as if you were wondering if Wanda was lying to you.

"You...you won't break it? Or make it worse?" You asked her finally.

Wanda tilted her head with a quirk of her brow. "I promise to fix it and if I break it, I'll buy you a new one today."

Seemingly satisfied by her answer, you nodded with a small smile.

"Thank you," you said softly. "I can pay you."

"It's fine," Wanda shrugged off. This was her responsibility, wasn't it? Making sure residents of Westview were okay. It was the one thing she could prove to Vision when he returned.

When you led her to your house, Wanda realized you were the neighbour across the street. She vaguely recalled the people living there, but she only remembered a brunet man leaving and entering the place.

Wanda's eyes slid over to your fidgeting hands and noticed a ring on your finger. Your husband, perhaps?

You were such a shy thing.

When Wanda entered the place, she noticed it was lovely and quaint. There were a couple photos on the wall, and she was right; it was you and your husband living here. No kids, it seemed.

The place was spotless, and judging by the time of the day, you must be a housewife who had the time to clean the place.

"Nice place," Wanda compliments, but you hardly smile at it.

"Thank you," you reply lightly.

"I'm Wanda, by the way," Wanda introduces herself. "I live—"

"Across the street," you answered, looking at her. "I know. You have your husband and two kids, right?"

Wanda nods, smiling at the thought of her two boys. Not so much Vision, at least these days.

You introduce yourself to Wanda.

"It's just me and my husband, Warren."

Ah, Wanda nodded, the name coming back. Warren Mitchell. Worked at the bank, she recalled.

The rare times she went to the bank, she remembered overhearing him talk with others and mentioning his wife. Now, Wanda knew it was you.

There wasn't much chatting after you led her to the laundry room.

"It's just in here," you stand to the side for Wanda to enter. "Do you think it'll take long?"

Wanda was going to use her magic, and she simply had no desire to stand around, doing nothing while waiting for an appropriate amount of time to pass.

"I'll check it out and depending on the problem, it could take a little bit or it can be fixed up pretty fast," she lied.

You nodded. "Okay, let me know if you need anything. I'm just going to finish hanging this up," you held up the bedsheet to show her.

Wanda nodded before you left her alone. The dryer machine was easy enough to fix with her magic. It took a couple of tries, but eventually, it was all fixed up when she tested it out on a quick cycle.

She stepped out to glance at the clock on the wall and sighed. It had only been 15 minutes, and she should wait another 15 minutes before going out and saying it was fixed.

Still, she leaned against the wall, half-obscured as she stared out the kitchen window to look at you.

You were a clever girl, that much Wanda was sure of. With the dryer being broken, you had tied two long kitchen twines from your porch pillars to the tall fence across the yard.

You were still diligently hanging up clothes and bedsheets, using laundry clips to hold them down.

Wanda found you curious. Despite nearly everyone in the town of Westview being generally happy (even if some were catty), you were somewhat as serious as you were shy. Your disposition was nearly sombre.

It was merely out of curiosity, Wanda generally didn't have interest in reading other peoples' minds unless out of necessity, but this was a necessity, wasn't it?

If you weren't happy, Wanda needed to fix that. Otherwise, how could she face Vision?

She peered in but was surprised by the results.

There wasn't much for her to sift through. Your mind was...chaos.

It was like you weren't thinking of anything yet thinking of everything at once. It was hard to see anything from you. You were repeating tasks you've done and tasks that needed to be done in your head. On top of that, you were reciting a recipe of what Wanda assumed would be for dinner tonight.

If that wasn't strange enough, your mind was replaying the encounter with Wanda. It was happening over and over and over in your mind. It was like you were trying to analyze everything that occurred during the encounter.

Christ, it almost gave Wanda a migraine herself. Were you just someone who was a Type A? Were you just naturally anal about everything?

Wanda wasn't sure, given your obsessive need to recite and overanalyze everything. It wasn't natural in the town of Westview.

Sure, she didn't know exactly how this town of Westview came to be, but it was her haven. You weren't...right. Wanda needed to fix that. Fix you. But she couldn't use her powers. Vision would only harp on her for it, and Wanda couldn't afford to be wrong.

So, Wanda needed to get down to the bottom of this the old fashion way.

Looking at the clock, Wanda sighed in relief when enough time had passed, and she could go out.

Stepping out and opening the kitchen door outside, you nearly jumped in surprise.

"Sorry," Wanda smiled apologetically. "Just wanted to let you know that the dryer was fixed."

"Really?" You asked with hope drenched in your voice.

"Really," Wanda nodded. "It wasn't that big of a problem."

"Thank you so much," you breathed a sigh of relief as you finished hanging up the last item. "Let me at least pay you."

You were starting up the steps towards her, but Wanda shook her head.

"No, it's really fine," Wanda shook her head. "It wasn't hard to fix. I should really get going."

You were about to say something else when Wanda's stomach let out a loud grumble. She immediately felt her cheeks heat.

"Well," you tilted your head at her. "If you won't take money, how about a really delicious sandwich?"

Knowing there wasn't anything at home other than granola bars, cereal, and popcorn, Wanda agreed.

She let you lead her back into the kitchen, sitting where you gestured while watching you pull out ingredients from the fridge.

You were doing that thing again, where you recited stuff in your head. This time it was the steps for making a fucking sandwich. It honestly baffled Wanda.

You made her a BLT sandwich, and Wanda had to refrain from moaning when she ate. God, it had been too many days since eating real food. Wanda caught you staring at her intently.

"It's good," Wanda told you, thinking about how hard it would be to fuck up a BLT sandwich.

Still, you seemed to shyly beam at the compliment. "Really?" You asked her.

"Best sandwich I've had for a long time," Wanda reassured you.

You rubbed your arm nervously. "Thank you," you gave Wanda a small smile. "Thank you again...for fixing my dryer."

Wanda ate quietly, watching you recite her compliment over and over and over again.

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Once Wanda noticed you, she couldn't stop.

She watched from her window, looking at your husband leaving for work. The day started normal again for Wanda. She had things to do and having something to do pulled her out of her zombie state.

Wanda showered and carefully did her hair. She wore jeans and a nice blouse. The day was still early, but Wanda started to make breakfast and did it the manual way. She had been relying too much on her magic lately. It wasn't like she didn't know how to cook, and since she wasn't under any pressure, Wanda took her time.

By the time Billy and Tommy woke up, they came down to a nice breakfast spread for once. There were eggs, bacon, breakfast sausages, toast, and waffles.

"Good morning," Wanda greeted her boys, a kiss on each of their foreheads.

"Morning," Tommy greeted happily.

"Are you feeling better?" Billy asked with a smile.

Wanda hummed. "Much," she told them. "Why don't you go on and eat breakfast now? We can go out and do things today. Mommy needs to stop by the bank."

The two boys hollered as they sat down, shoving as much food as they could on their plates.

It was then the doorbell rang. Wanda went to open it and saw Agnes on the other side.

"Need me to watch the kids today again, hun?" She asked in her zesty tone.

"No, I'm good, Agnes," Wanda smiled. "Thanks for watching them the last couple of days."

"Oh, not a worry," Agnes waved her hands. "Is your hunky husband back then?"

Wanda shook her head. "No, but Vision will come back when he wants to. I can't mope about it forever since I have the kids."

"Are you sure you don't need me to watch them, hot stuff?" Agnes asked. "It's really no problem."

Wanda shook her head again. "I'll be fine. Thanks again!" Wanda shut the door in Agnes' face.

Her neighbour was nice, but damn was the woman nosey.

It wasn't long before the kids finished up, and Wanda took them out. They were bickering with each other that she absently ignored as she tried to peer into your house to see if she could see you but no luck.

The first thing they did was grocery shop since Wanda had cheated a little bit this morning to make breakfast. She used that time to observe the people in the grocery shop.

Everything seemed fine. They were happy and perky, like normal—no one overly concerned about anything, and definitely no one reciting things in their heads.

So, Wanda knew she needed to head to the bank. She needed to meet your husband and see what she could find.

"There's a park right across the street," Wanda told her boys. "Why don't the two of you play there and I'll come grab you when I'm done. Watch out for each other, okay?"

The boys nodded before taking off.

Wanda went into the bank and walked up to the teller.

"Good morning!" The teller greeted her perkily. "What can I help you with today?"

"Oh, well," Wanda hummed. "I'm thinking of maybe doing some investments and perhaps getting a loan. I'm looking to see a financial officer?"

"Oh," the teller nodded as she pulled up her calendar. "Let me just see here. Oh, would you look at that. Mr. Mitchell should be available. Let me just introduce you."

The teller walked around her desk and led Wanda to an office. Knocking on the door, the two of them waited.

"Come in," was a muffled reply on the other side.

"Mr. Mitchell, I have someone here that could use your help," the teller advised.

Wanda looked at the tall man sitting at his desk.

Tall.

Slim.

Handsome.

He seemed like the average joe, but there was something about how he smiled that disturbed Wanda.

"Oh, well, come on in," Warren stood up and walked over. "I'm Warren Mitchell."

"Wanda Maximoff," Wanda greeted while shaking his hand.

The moment the teller left the office and shut the door, Wanda turned back to Warren.

"Sit," she commanded, her eyes glowing.

Something seemed to take over Warren, his eyes glazing over as he sat back down at his desk.

"Let's see what the Mitchells are like," Wanda mumbled, diving right into Warren's head.

And Wanda didn't like what she saw.

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Wanda had seen all kinds of violence in her life. Sokovia was no walk in the park, and the Hydra facility was no dreamland either. Her work as an Avenger meant she's seen many deaths.

But she's never witnessed domestic abuse.

Something was sickening the way she watched in Warren's memories, the way he terrorized you.

He beat you over the most minor things. Chores, dinner, sex, the way you nodded, just anything. If it wasn't the way he liked it, then you'd be sporting bruises.

It made sense why you wore long sleeves. It made sense your desperation to do laundry and not put it off until the dryer was fixed.

It made sense why you recited and repeated things in your head.

You were scared.

How? Wanda wondered. How did something so gruesome make its way into Westview?

Wanda could think the only answer was that this must've been happening before whatever happened to Westview. People who changed were just perkier versions of themselves.

Maybe instead of the horrible neighbours no one wanted to get involved with, Warren turned to an animated version of himself who could beat his wife more discreetly.

Wanda never heard anything at night. There was no screaming, no wailing, no calling the police.

Even now, when it was in the middle of the night, Wanda couldn't help but stare at your house.

The lights were off, but Wanda couldn't sleep. She had to know what you were doing.

Were you sleeping next to that monster?

Wanda used her powers to peer into the house. She had to know.

She...she was just doing what Vision would want her to do. She was keeping you safe.

But what she saw wasn't you sleeping peacefully or even fitfully.

You were wandering around the kitchen, awake. Silently checking everything to not wake Warren. In the privacy of your own home at night, you were a sleeping gown with no sleeves. Wanda saw bruises all the way down your arms. It made her gut wrench.

And you were reciting things again.

This couldn't continue. Wanda needed a plan. There was no way a battered girl like you would let a stranger like Wanda in.

There had to be reasons to interact, and that meant Wanda needed to create some.

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"Your dishwasher is broken?"

You nodded, cheeks burning with shame. "Yes...I'm so sorry to bug you. But...but I thought maybe if you knew how to fix the dryer, you would know how to fix the dishwasher." Your hands were nervously fidgeting.

"Well, doesn't hurt to try," Wanda smiled. "The only issue is I have my two boys here. I can't leave them on their own. Troublemakers, you know?"

"I—can watch them," you offered immediately.

"Yeah?" Wanda tilted her head, and you nodded, gripping the ends of your shirt. "Alright, come on in and make yourself at home. I'll just head over to your place and take a look."

You nodded, nervously peering around Wanda's place. It was immediate that Tommy and Billy ran up to you. Despite being scared, Wanda thought it was endearing the way you stayed rooted and let the boys grab onto your arm as they started introducing themselves and spouting things off.

With that, Wanda walked across the street to your house, taking a look at the dishwasher—the dishwasher she broke.

It's easy enough to fix the thing, but Wanda spends more time looking around the house. Strange enough, there's not a lot of photos other than your wedding day. You looked scared, even then.

Wanda stands at the window, looking across into her own house. Her kids have roped you into playing video games with them. You looked confused and a little nervous, but you were playing along.

Her lips quirk upwards before she can notice.

So sweet.

And your husband was so unappreciative.

Wanda could relate.

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"Let me guess, something is broken?"

You gave Wanda a tiny apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry," you told her softly.

"Why are you sorry?" Wanda quirked her brow and walked off across the street to your house. "It's not like you broke it."

No, it was actually Wanda who'd been breaking your things with her magic. Your dishwasher, your TV, your stove, your fridge, anything that would require immediate fixing.

It's the only way Wanda could get you to come to her. After all, you said she had 'magic hands.'

Wanda sent the kids to go play with Uncle Pietro all day just to make use of the time she had.

"I'm not sure why the sink is doing this, I haven't done anything different..." you muttered quietly as you let Wanda in. "I feel like everything has been breaking lately."

"Maybe your house needs an upgrade," Wanda shrugged. "I've done mine up a few times..."

You shrugged as you led her to the kitchen.

"Are you...are you hungry?" You asked shyly.

"Lunch does sound good," Wanda nodded, feeling the heat in the way you light up.

Wanda liked that about you. You were so eager to please her, and you always flushed under her praise. It was a different feeling than she's used to.

Vision was always worried about whether or not he was doing the right thing, and the right thing always had to come before how Wanda felt.

The only downside to fixing all your things was that she always had to wait longer than she had to after it was fixed. Today, though, Wanda wanted to make use of her time.

So, while you were preparing lunch, Wanda made the occasional grunt and tinkering of things until she decided it was enough.

"It's fixed," Wanda said as she carefully sat up and out from underneath your sink.

"Oh, already?" You tilted your head.

"Just some things that were loose, but it's fine now," Wanda told you and liked that you accepted the answer so easily.

"Lunch is almost finished," you told her. "Did you want to take a seat?"

"Well, it's just the two of us," Wanda told you. "Why don't we sit in your living room and watch some TV?"

You hesitated for a moment, squeezing your thumb in your hand as you did.

"What's wrong?" Wanda asked.

"Nothing," you said quietly. "Warren just doesn't like it when I eat anywhere else other than the dining table. He's worried I'll spill something."

It was the first time you've ever said anything about your husband to Wanda, and a thrill jolted through her with the progress she made.

"I promise we'll be extra careful and if we do spill something, I'll fix it," Wanda reassured you.

You looked at Wanda for a moment, and Wanda saw flashing images in your head about all the times she did fix your things.

So, you did trust her.

"Okay," you acquiesced.

"Oh, miláčik," Wanda softly said as you finished making lunch and started to take both plates. "I can take my own plate. C'mon, let's sit down."

Although you had no idea what Wanda called you, it was clearly something sweet, and it made heat creep into your cheeks.

The two of you sit on the nice leather couch, and you turn on the TV, occasionally looking at Wanda to see if anything was of interest to her. You watched her closely with each channel, and when Wanda's eyes sparkled at a sitcom, you put the remote down.

Wanda turned to you, looking pleased, and that made you pleased.

"This is delicious, miláčik," Wanda told you as she took a bite into the chicken salad you made. "You did a wonderful job."

You tried to fight off the blush in your chest, making its way up to your cheeks. It was wrong. You shouldn't be blushing because Wanda was just so—pretty and nice.

"What does that mean?" You asked instead. "Miláčik," you said slowly, hoping you weren't butchering it.

Wanda's eyes drifted away from the TV to your face. You were so...cute. So precious. You looked at her owlishly.

"Ah, sorry," Wanda apologized. "I'm originally from Sokovia. The accent and habits are hard to get rid of and things slip out sometimes. Miláčik means honey and well, because you're so sweet," Wanda smiled at you.

There was no holding back the hot heat that flushed up your chest, your cheeks, and the tips of your ears.

"Oh," you muttered quietly, focusing back on your dish. You were trying to get a little bit of everything on your fork.

But Wanda could see how you replayed the moment in your head.

Obsessive little thing you were. Wanda liked when you replayed her moments in your head. It made her want to really give you something to think about.

"Sorry, I can stop if you want," Wanda offered.

"No," you shook your head as you shyly looked back at Wanda. "I—I like it."

The rest of the time is spent eating in silence and watching TV. It gave Wanda plenty to think about.

Wanda loved Vision; she really did. But Vision was still gone, and he didn't understand her at times. He never trusted Wanda enough to let her take the lead.

Still, she wanted him to return home. After all, the boys were waiting on him too. They had a lot they needed to talk about.

As the show played on and the plates left on the coffee table, Wanda let herself drift closer to you, waiting for you to show any indication that you wanted her to stop.

But you didn't.

You stayed still, cheeks heated as Wanda pressed up against you, her arm resting against yours.

Your husband was a terrible human being. You needed Wanda.

And Wanda needed the way you relied on her, trusted her, was sweet on her.

Wanda was going to save you. Then, she was going to keep you.

Vision would understand, wouldn't he? It was the right thing to do.

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What to do...what to do about Warren Mitchell.

Wanda lamented over it day and night.

Surely, Vision would disapprove if she killed him, even if he was an abuser.

Wanda could probably make Warren just leave the city limits. He would go back into the real world. But Hayward was out there, annoying, trying to find ways to get in.

Wanda spent more time with you when she could, but she wanted the evenings with you too. You were eager to spend the day with her, always looking for ways to make Wanda praise you.

You still didn't disclose what Warren did to you, but you talked a little bit here and there, hints of how miserable you were with him. The touching came easier. At first, you seemed to hesitate, like you knew it was wrong to let Wanda touch you in any way, even if it could be passed off as friendly.

The hand holding, the cheek strokes, and the intimate way she would tuck your hair behind your ear. But Wanda was teaching you touches could be gentle, could be sweet. And it wasn't long before you were eager for it, though never pushed for more.

You seemed to categorize Wanda as a good friend—a pretty and kind secret friend.

If Wanda paid close attention to the house across, she could see Warren yelling at you but not loud enough to alert the neighbours. She could see him gripping your wrist or arms too tightly, resulting in you having to wear long sleeves the next day.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

You were hers, and Wanda always took good care of her things.

So, Wanda decided that if she couldn't kill Warren and couldn't send him out of town, the only options were jail or manipulate him into leaving you.

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It seemed like manipulating Warren into leaving you was the only option.

Whatever her little haven was, it was little. The small town didn't quite have a jail. There was a small building with holding cells, but that seemed only temporary until they could be sent to a bigger correctional facility.

The task was easy enough. Wanda marched into Warren's office bright and early. There were many scenarios Wanda could've chosen for the man.

She could tell him to go home and tell you that he was leaving you because he was seeing someone at work. He could say that he'd finally just had enough and wanted out. He could simply stop coming home.

But Wanda didn't think a man like Warren deserved to be with anyone. It was clear that unless he was hardwired and mind-controlled strictly, he was just a piece of shit.

He deserved to be alone, out in the outskirts of town where people were frozen and lost.

"Oh, miláčik," Wanda cooed as you cried in her arms. "I'm sorry."

Finally, Wanda thought. She finally had the evenings with you. The daytime was wonderful, don't get her wrong. But you had a different softness to you in the evening. You wore sweats and a t-shirt but with a sweater to hide the bruises.

You didn't have your hair done, and Wanda wanted to run her fingers through it.

"I don't—I don't even know why I'm crying. I—I hate him. He's terrible. He's terrible to me and he hurts me. But I—I don't know what to do without him. He just called from work and said it was over and he wasn't coming home, that the lawyer would send papers. He quit work and I can't find him," you cried.

"I know, miláčik," Wanda told you, stroking your back as you cried into her neck. "He can't hurt you anymore, though."

You smelled so sweet. You were so precious as you held onto Wanda's shirt.

You pulled back. "You...knew?"

Wanda quirked her brow at you before she reached for your sweater, zipping it down before ripping it open abruptly.

Bruises of all different stages littered your arms. Some were fresh, and some were yellow.

"Wanda!" You yelped.

"I'm not stupid, miláčik," she tells you. "You wear long sleeves no matter how hot it is outside."

You uncomfortably pull your sweater back up, not saying anything.

"Good riddance," Wanda stares at your exposed skin, your collarbone and your neck. "He can't hurt you anymore."

"What am I going to do though, Wanda?" You frowned, eyes still red and puffy. "I don't have a job. I haven't had one for a long time. I...I don't know what to do. I can't pay for this house, the bills, for anything."

Wanda pulled you closer again until your chests were pressed together, and she felt your warmth. You gripped onto her so tightly, so desperate.

You needed Wanda; she was sure of that.

"Don't worry," Wanda stroked your back, dangerously grazing past the small of your back. "I'll take care of you, miláčik. You don't need to worry about a single thing.

Wanda pulled back a little, staring at your face. You knew what she wanted, but you were unsure.

Things...things had been happening for a while, but it was so hectic right now. Warren just left. You weren't even divorced. Wanda was married, wasn't she?

But Wanda was holding you so tight, and she was promising to fix everything, and she did always fix everything.

So, even though you felt hesitant and anxious, you let Wanda's lips descend upon yours.

"Oh, so sweet, miláčik," Wanda muttered against your lips before she captured them again, kissing you more firmly. She licked at your bottom lip, and you slowly opened your mouth for her, letting her lick inside. "You're so soft and warm."

Wanda's hand caressed your sides before she moved to the front, drifting her hand up before she cupped your breast through your sweater and squeezed.

Your breath hitched as you squeezed the couch seat tightly in your hand.

"I—I'm a little tired," you found yourself saying.

Wanda pulled back with a sigh, and you instantly felt guilty.

"I understand, miláčik," she told you as she caressed your cheek. "It's been a long day. You should get some sleep. Would you like me to keep you company tonight?"

You swallowed. A part of you was ready to deny Wanda, but when you remembered her sigh, remembered that she was promising to fix everything for you, was going to take care of you...you nodded.

"Good girl," Wanda muttered, and you felt something tingle inside you. "Go on now, go get ready for bed. I'm just going to head back to check on the boys and see if Agnes can have them over for a sleepover. I'll be back."

You nodded, just about to get up when Wanda held you, pulling you in for one more kiss before she let you go.

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By the time Wanda made it back to your house, you were asleep.

You were in sleeping shorts and a simple tee, giving up the long sleeves since Wanda already knew about the bruises.

Lying there, the moonlight making you look soft and precious, Wanda felt something in her stir.

Possession.

She was responsible for you.

You belonged to her.

In this little haven, this little made-up world that was meant for Vision, Wanda found something she needed in you.

Wanda was breaking, and you gave her reason to put herself together.

Slowly climbing into bed next to you, you mumbled but remained asleep.

Even in your dreams, you thought about Wanda—dreamt about her. You dreamt about her soft kisses and lingering hands.

"Oh," Wanda breathed as she pressed up close to you. "Sweet girl."

But you were so tired, Wanda could tell after the amount of crying you did. You deserved sleep, but Wanda could tell you craved her touch.

Wanda began to softly kiss your neck, and you let out quiet hums.

"Sleep, miláčik," she whispered in your ear. "I'll take care of you. I'll make you feel good—you deserve to feel good."

Wanda spooned you tighter, her hands drifting over your chest as she squeezed, massaged you before her hand drifted down to lift your shirt up and expose you.

Wanda let out a pleased hum when she touched your bare breast. She groped and squeezed gently, shaping you in her hand. Your nipple grew hard under her palm. When she rolled her finger over it, you shivered against her.

You let out a soft, quiet moan but didn't move otherwise.

Wanda buried her face into your neck, breathing your sweet scent as her hand drifted down her stomach before she reached the waistline of your shorts. She dived in, cupping your sex over your underwear, rubbing the gusset of your panties. She grazed your clit through the fabric a couple of times.

Your breathing pattern changed, your hips gently bucking against her hand as you slept.

"You need more, don't you?" Wanda pressed a kiss at your jaw. "You're getting so wet, miláčik."

Wanda removed your shorts and underwear using her magic, leaving you bare to her but under the covers.

Wanda adjusted, so her other arm was under you, wrapping around your chest and pulling you closer to her.

She ran her fingers through your wet folds. Your slick easily coated her fingers as she rubbed up and down, circling your clit. Slowly, Wanda slipped two fingers inside you, stretching you gradually as she thrust.

Your walls were wet and hot. You were so tight, practically sucking her in every time she tried to pull out.

You let out whimpers from the back of your throat.

The desire to see your face overwhelmed Wanda as she withdrew her fingers, nudging you on your back as she climbed over you.

Your sleeping face was flushed, lips parted, and it nearly drove Wanda wild. You didn't even know what you did to her even while you slept.

You were so perfect. Perfect for her.

Wanda's fingers slipped back between your folds again, rubbing you lewdly, her thumb working around and against your clit.

"Nnh," you whined, face turning to the side.

Wanda lowered and kissed your neck. She needed you to cum—she needed to taste you.

Wanda knew she could do both.

She pressed kisses down your body, wet and warm. Nudging open your thighs, her face settled in between your legs. Even the way you smelled had Wanda needy. It sent a throb of need through Wanda's body.

Gently, as to not wake you, Wanda moved her arms under your thighs, drawing herself closer.

Wanda gave a long, languid lick through your sopping folds.

She nearly moaned loudly. You tasted so good, the way she knew you would. Wanda continued to lick through your folds, circling your clit, and pressed against it a few times as you got slicker.

Your hips started to shift against her, and she could hear your breath get heavier and tiny moans coming out of you.

Wanda kept her pace, squeezing your thighs tighter.

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You slowly felt yourself awakening. There was something warm between your legs, and your nipples felt sensitive and hard. Your hips were trying to buck, but something was restraining you.

You slowly opened your eyes and found yourself staring at the dark ceiling of your room, feeling the familiar sheets of your bed.

"Nnh!" You moaned before you could catch yourself.

You lifted your head slightly from your pillow, and you could see the blanket had dragged down your body, and there was a head between your legs.

"Oh!" You gasped, feeling a deft tongue eating you out relentlessly. It dragged through your slick folds, flicking and pressing against your clit.

You could see a mess of orange hair splayed over your thighs. You tried to move, but the arms around your thighs kept you locked in place.

"Oh, god," you moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head before you looked back down and breathed, "Wanda?"

There was a throaty moan in response.

"Wanda..." you called again, half-moaning and breathy. You tried to pull away, but Wanda kept her movements, the tip of her tongue dipping into your entrance. You nearly screamed at the sensation.

Your hands flew from your sides and gripped Wanda's hair, only serving to stir her on even more.

You could feel something coiling in your body; it was hot and needy. You bucked into Wanda's tongue, unable to control yourself.

Oh, god, you were going to—you were going to—

"Wanda...please..." you moaned her name again, unsure if you were going to plead with her to stop or to let you cum.

Wanda moved her hands to start stroking your hips, her tongue pressing against your clit until she coaxed you to come.

You let out a cry, shamelessly gripping Wanda's hair tight, pulling her close against your pussy.

Wanda worked you through your orgasm until your hips stilled. She let go of your thigh as she pulled back, licking her mouth clean of you. Kissing her way back up, Wanda pressed her body against yours. She could feel your body heat through her clothes as you panted.

"You're such a good girl," Wanda whispered, kissing your lips over and over until they were swollen.

You lied there, confused and sated. You didn't even know it was possible to cum like that; it had been so long since you had.

Wanda...she—

But Wanda was stroking your bare breast again as she kissed you.

"You're my good girl," she cooed, and you felt slight horror as you preened at her words. You...you wanted to be her good girl. Wanda treated you so well.

You felt your shaky hands lift until they gripped the side of Wanda's shirt.

"That's right, miláčik," Wanda stroked your hair. "I'm going to take such good care of you. You won't need anyone but me."

In the back of your mind, you distantly felt that perhaps you traded one prison for another.

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Things changed after that night.

Wanda urged and convinced you to move into her house. She cited that you would be safer there, where she could take care of you. You wouldn't be alone and you’d away from a place that gave you such terrible memories.

She said her husband, Vision, wasn't coming home any time soon, and if he did, that was something for her to worry about.

Wanda was different, though. Not in any way that necessarily hurt you like Warren did.

But it was becoming apparent that Wanda didn't want you going outside or leaving the house.

"You don't need to go outside, miláčik," Wanda smiled at you, stroking your hair. "You can do what you were doing before. Besides, the kids love when you keep them company. I think they love your cooking more than mine."

It was also apparent that Wanda didn't like anyone coming over either. The neighbour, Agnes, seemed to come by every day, but Wanda kept the other woman at the door, never letting her in.

"No, it's fine," you could hear Wanda at the door. "I don't need you looking after the kids anymore. I've got it covered. Thank you, though. I should get going."

The door would shut, and you would catch a glimpse of the woman who seemed to be doing her best to peer inside the house.

It was clear you were locked inside Wanda's house. A part of you wanted to rebel, but a part of you also didn't mind. Wanda was right. After all, there wasn't really anything outside you did before. Sometimes you grocery shopped, but it wasn't like you needed to do that.

But Wanda could tell you were getting antsy.

Somehow overnight, the fences in the backyard got bigger. Wanda would then let you play out in the backyard with the twins.

"You don't need to leave outside," Wanda said as she pressed a kiss to you, away from the twins' eyes. "Anything you want, I can make it happen here, okay?"

You looked at Wanda, her eyes brimming with possession and adoration.

It was for you.

She was taking care of you, just like she promised.

"Okay."

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"Oh, god, please, I can't—" your words turned into a quiet sob as Wanda rubbed at your clit in firm circles, snapping her hips into you until you were tightening around the strap-on—around her.

It was too much, too many times. You've lost count.

"So perfect," Wanda muttered, sweat running down her forehead and back as her hips stuttered. Creating a double-ended strap-on was the most brilliant idea Wanda ever had. Her magic allowed her to connect the shaft in you to the shaft in her.

To feel you pulsing and fluttering around her for the fifth time felt so good, so perfect. "You're taking it so good, miláčik."

"Wanda, please," you whimpered. "I can't anymore. Please..."

Your body was beyond overstimulated. Every touch, every thrust was too much.

Even the way you pleaded to her was perfect. Wanda's thrust began to falter, becoming jagged.

Watching you writhe beneath her, so desperate and lewd, your breasts bouncing every time Wanda thrust. Your hands gripping at Wanda's hips in an attempt to slow her down. It was too much.

Wanda felt her own coil snap, and she came with a low moan, thrusting a couple of more times until the wave rode out. She collapsed on top of you, panting. Her hands cupped your cheeks as she kissed your swollen lips gently.

You were still whimpering, your pussy feeling tender and desperate for rest. You were so soft and pretty, Wanda mused.

And you were hers.

Only hers.

"You're such a good girl," Wanda praised, and you felt your body light up at the words. "You're my good girl, miláčik. You take what I give you so well. You're so appreciative of it too, aren't you?"

Wanda wiped at the tears that had pooled in your eyes, and you nodded, flushed.

Just looking at you, the way you reacted to her was enough to drive want into Wanda again.

Slowly, Wanda started rutting inside you again as she lifted herself to hover over you. A deep moan left Wanda's lip, the strap-on hitting her just right after her orgasm.

A wrecked sob left your lips as your fingers gripped at Wanda's waist.

"Shh," Wanda cooed at you. "Be a good girl and give me one more. Just one more, miláčik. Can you do that? Don't you want to be my good girl?"

Despite your nerves feeling like it was on live wires, the pleasure was building up again, and your desire to please Wanda overwhelmed everything else.

"Yes, yes, yes..." you whined. "Please..." you begged, unsure for what.

"Where do you belong, miláčik?" Wanda husked.

"With you," you breathed.

"That's right, with me. Always with me."

It wasn't long until Wanda had built another orgasm in you, and she staved off her own until she could shatter with you.

There was finally reprieve when Wanda pulled out of you, discarding the strap-on before she cleaned the two of you up with a warm towel.

Lying in bed, Wanda stroked your naked back.

You were too good for this world, for everything. Perhaps even her.

"I love you," Wanda pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

You turned around, facing the woman who had come into your life unexpectedly—the woman who had fixed everything that was broken and kept you in a safe bubble. You've never been safe before, but you knew you were safe with her. As long as you listened to her, everything was safe.

"I love you too," you murmured.

"I'm no hero," Wanda told you.

"Heroes are overrated," you whispered, feeling sleepy. "Heroes sacrifice you to save the world. We don't need that. Good, bad—who's to say? There's only real or not real. Are you real?"

Wanda paused. "I'm real."

"I think I'm real too..." you mumbled. "If you're real and I'm real...that's all we need. But if you must know, you're my hero."

Wanda pressed a kiss to your lips, letting you fall asleep in her arms.

She rested next to you, pondering your words.

It wasn't true.

You weren't...real.

As long as you were stuck inside this little haven, you weren't real.

And Wanda desperately needed you to be real.

She didn't need you to be a puppet. The illusion was shattering.

Wanda needed Vision to return. She needed to figure out what to do because this haven was no longer paradise. This haven was meant for Vision, not for you.

And for once, Wanda didn't want this haven anymore. The outside world didn't seem too bad if she had you.

"Don't worry, miláčik," Wanda whispered in the dark, heard by no one but herself. "I'll take care of you. You're mine and I'll take care of you always."

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