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Dreaming with a Broken Heart

Summary: It's the same dream over and over again. Then suddenly, something changes.

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Word count: 8.8k

Warnings: Non-con fingering, kidnapping, mind control, blood, injury, mental health issues, possessive behavior

Note: this is my first entry for me and @bamposworld's pride month collab! 🌈 this is actually the first f/f i've written for this blog, and i plan on writing many more!

It was the same dream as always, one she’d had many times over.

Billy hacked so loud it sounded like he was coughing up a lung. He clutched the covers to his form wracked with shivers, his face flushed and his forehead shiny with a sheen of sweat.

“Poor baby,” Wanda cooed, patting his leg. “I’ll call the school and tell them you’re staying home today.”

A weak cough came from the other side of the room. Wanda looked over to see Tommy sitting up in bed. “I think I’m sick too.”

She shot him a skeptical look. She went over and sat on the edge of his bed. She pressed a hand to his forehead. “You seem fine to me.”

Tommy groaned. “Please, Mom, I don’t want to go without Billy.”

Wanda felt her heart clench in her chest. “As sweet as that is, Tommy, your brother will be fine. I’ll be here to take care of him.”

She waited for the dream to end like it normally did, to blur into smudges of indistinguishable shapes and colors and fade away. But instead, it kept going.

Tommy crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. “Fine, then we’ll see what Mama says.”

Wanda raised a brow. Mama?

“Mama!” Tommy yelled as loud as his little voice let him.

Then, the dream shifted as the door to the bedroom was thrown open, like the world tilting on its axis. A figure filled the doorway, a bright glow emanating from her like morning light streaming in through a window.

“What’s going on in here?” Her gaze flitted over the three of them. She seemed like she belonged there, like the last missing piece slotting into a puzzle to make it whole.

“Tommy doesn’t want to go to school because Billy’s sick.” The words left Wanda’s lips before she even realized it.

“Please, Mama?” Tommy begged, batting his lashes at her.

She giggled and walked closer to them. “Come on, Wanda. It’d be unfair to split the twins up.”

Wanda sighed in such a way that made the boys’ eyes light up. They leaned over and high-fived each other.

Tommy hopped out of bed. “Thanks, Mama.” She bent down so he could press a kiss to her cheek. Then, he skipped out of the room. “Come on, Billy! I’m gonna brush my teeth with your toothbrush so I can really get sick!”

Billy rolled out of bed and trudged down the hall after him, his blanket tightly wrapped around his shivering form.

Wanda watched them go with a soft chuckle. “You’re setting a bad precedent, you know.”

“I know, but I can’t help it,” she simpered while sticking her bottom lip out. She slid into Wanda’s lap, tangling her arms around her neck. “I can’t resist those puppy dog eyes of his.”

“I can see where he gets it from,” Wanda teased, her arms sliding in place around her waist. It felt good to hold her in her arms, like she belonged there.

She laughed, her lips pulling back into an effervescent smile that could light up the whole room. Then, her gaze fell to Wanda’s lips, and she leaned in. She closed the distance between them, their lips connecting in a soft, gentle kiss that made Wanda’s insides flip.

When she pulled away, she rested her forehead against hers. Her eyes were still closed, her lashes kissing the tops of her cheekbones. She nuzzled the tip of her nose against Wanda’s, her breath fanning her face. The scent of mint flooded Wanda’s senses.

“We should probably go make sure Tommy doesn’t actually use Billy’s toothbrush,” Wanda murmured against her lips.

She laughed and slid out of Wanda’s embrace. As she did so, the dream started to dissipate like a watercolor painting left out in the rain, all the colors running together and bleeding into each other. She tried to hold on, but it was like sand slipping through the gaps between her fingers and escaping her grasp.

When she awoke, she was lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. Her face was wet, tear tracks staining her cheeks. But she felt something inside her she hadn’t felt in a long time: a bright, white ball of light and heat lodged firmly in her chest. It was small, but it was there nonetheless.

Hope.

Your eyes fluttered open and were immediately seared by harsh, bright light.

Your hand shot up to shield them as you winced. You rubbed your eyes as you untangled yourself from the sheets. You looked over at your alarm clock and noticed that it was thirty minutes past when you were supposed to wake up. You’d slept through your alarm again for the third day in a row.

You padded over to the kitchen in bare feet against hardwood. You’d have to catch the next bus to work which wouldn’t come for at least another hour, so you had some time to get ready.

You started the coffee maker and sat down at the dining table, dream journal in hand. You’d bought it years ago and only used it a few times after purchase before it’d gone neglected. But with all the dreams you’d been having lately, you’d broken it out again and dusted it off.

You flipped to the first empty page and poised your pencil over the lined paper, holding your head in your free hand. You couldn’t recall much, like what the dream was about or where it took place, but you could remember one detail perfectly: the woman who had starred in your dreams for several nights now.

You jotted down what you could about the dream and drew a quick sketch of the woman on the accompanying page: her fiery strawberry blonde hair; kind, round eyes; cupid’s bow-shaped lips quirked into a warm, fond smile. Just thinking about it made your face go hot all over. She stood out from the rest of the vague, disorienting dream like a crisp black line drawn on stark white paper.

The percolator stopped bubbling, and you knew that time was up. You closed your dream journal and pressed your palms flat against the table as you pushed yourself up with a groan. The strangest part was that you didn’t recognize this woman a lick. Weren’t you only supposed to have dreams about people you’d seen before? It was hard to believe she was a face you’d passed on the street or an extra in the background of a show you’d seen to envision her in such detail.

You poured yourself a mug of coffee, the heat from the ceramic warming your hands. You took it into the living room and plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote and clicking on the TV.

The screen flickered to life, picking up on the same news channel you had watched before going to bed last night. The headline at the bottom read ‘REMEMBERING SOKOVIA’ in big bold letters as footage of the wreckage played. You quickly changed to a different channel, wrinkling your nose over the rim of your mug.

You flipped through channels before settling on a cooking show as you sipped your coffee. Once there was nothing but little bits of grounds at the bottom of your mug, you looked at the clock and shut off the TV. You grabbed your phone and found your boss’s number. You’d have to call him and tell him you were going to be late. Again.

Laughter hit your ears like the peal of silver bells.

Two boys bundled up in so many layers of coats and scarves that they looked like the Michelin Man traipsed through the snow in their boots, hurling balls of frozen mush at each other with gloved hands. You watched from the doorway of a house, shaking your head at their antics.

“Boys, hot chocolate’s ready!” you called out to them.

They stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you, groaning. “But, Mama,” the one with longer hair tucked into his beanie said, “we’re not done with our snowball fight yet!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, cocking a hip. “Good, that means I’ve stopped you before someone got hurt.” You stepped aside and gestured into the house. “Now, come inside before it gets cold–”

You were cut off as something hit you in the chest, hard and solid and freezing. You stumbled, catching yourself on the doorframe. You looked down as the snowball slid down your front, leaving a wet trail in its wake, before landing with a loud plop at your feet.

You heard a laugh, this one distinctly different than the boys, and when you looked up, you saw her. She looked like an angel with a backdrop of snow behind her and her fiery curls dancing in the breeze, a light in her clear green eyes. When she realized you were looking her way, she clamped a hand over her bright smile.

You settled your hands on your hips and raised a brow. “What was that for?”

She dropped her hand at her side, a smirk toying at the corners of her lips. “You looked like you needed to chill out.”

The boys snickered at that. Your jaw dropped. Did she just insult you and make a bad pun at the same time?

You pressed your lips together, clenching your jaw. “Oh, that’s it. You’re so on.” You stomped down the front steps, ignoring the crunch of snow seeping through your fuzzy socks.

The boys cheered. “Let’s see what you got,” you heard the woman say.

“You asked for it.” You stooped down and mashed a ball of fresh slush together with your bare hands. “I may not have powers, but I still throw a wicked curveball.”

You stood up and wound your arm back like a baseball pitcher. You narrowed your eyes at her in determination and then let go.

It hit her square in the face with a heavy thunk.

She toppled backwards, landing in the snow with her limbs splayed out wide. You pumped your fist in the air. “Home run!”

“Technically I think that’s a foul,” the boy with shorter hair said.

You gave each of them double high fives, slapping their palms so hard your skin stung. When you looked back at the woman, she was still lying on the ground. She hadn’t budged an inch.

The smile slipped from your face, and your brow furrowed. You waited for her to get up, to crack a joke, even to just move, but she didn’t. You couldn’t have hit her that hard, right?

“Wanda?” The name fell from your lips and resounded in your ears. You crept towards her. “Wanda, are you okay?”

You stood over her and gasped at the sight below you. Her eyes were rolled back into her skull, only the whites showing. She was violently twitching at your feet, her entire body convulsing like she was having a seizure.

You looked back at the boys behind you, panic and fear etched into their features. “Tommy, Billy,” you said, their names rolling off your tongue with ease, “go call 911. Now!”

They tore their gazes away from their mom and dashed towards the house. Once they were inside, you sank to the ground beside her, hovering over her. “Wanda, can you hear me?” You cupped her face in your hands, brushing away errant locks of strawberry blonde. “Stay with me, honey. Stay with me,” you muttered under your breath over and over again like a prayer, rocking back and forth on your heels.

Then, she stopped shaking. You held your breath as your gaze flitted across her face, searching for a sign that she was either doing better or taking a drastic turn for the worst. That was when her eyes shot open.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, jolting and scrambling back on your hands and feet. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your breath visible in the air. “Wanda?” you asked, tentative.

You were frozen as she slowly sat up, her head tilted up towards the sky. She stared almost in wonder at the tufts of white fluff drifting through the air. “It’s snowing,” she said in awe. She held out a hand and watched the snowflakes that gathered melt in her palm. “I can’t remember the last time I saw snow like this.”

She lowered her face to look at you. You knitted your brows together. There was something off about her, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Then, it hit you like a slap in the face: instead of their usual clear green, her irises were blood red.

She locked eyes with you, her lips stretching into a wide smile from ear to ear. “There you are, darling.” She reached out, brushing her cold fingertips against your cheek. They were black, almost frostbitten. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

Your shoulders hunched as your hackles raised, your muscles snapping into place. You were on edge. You tried forcing yourself to wake up before the dream could continue and stray any further.

Wanda grabbed your face, her sharp nails like talons digging into your skin. “No, you don’t,” she hissed, baring her teeth. “You can’t go. Not yet.”

Your pulse raced, your heart thudding in your chest with each beat. You tried to jerk out of her grip, but it was like you were a prisoner in your own body, trapped and unable to move. The sky above you turned from a cloudy gray to a deep red, the same color as her eyes. The crack of thunder filled the air, and bolts of lightning split the sky open. The wind picked up and lashed at your exposed skin, the thin fabric of your worn pajamas doing little to protect you.

“Just a little longer.” Her blood red gaze was rapt on you, like she was staring straight through to your soul. “I’m so close.”

She gripped your face tighter. Her long nails felt like razors slicing and shredding through your skin. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs, but it was like your lips were glued together. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to escape this nightmare.

The color started to drain from the storm as the dream fell away. Her hold on your face disappeared, her coal fingers no longer singeing your skin. The last thing you heard was a deafening shriek before everything went white.

You awoke with a start.

You abruptly shot up in your office chair with a gasp. Your heart was pounding in your chest like you’d been running a marathon, and your baby hairs clung to your forehead slick with sweat. Your knee lifted and bumped the desk, causing it to shake. Your mug of coffee turned over, spilling its contents across your desktop and down your front.

You stared down in horror at the dark brown stain maring your recently dry-cleaned button up. But the worst part came when you looked up and realized that everyone else in the office had taken notice of your mishap as well.

Before you could start to flounder in your helplessness, a voice broke you out of your spiral. “Need some help?”

You looked over at the cubicle next to yours to see your friend Michelle leaning back in her rolling chair with a tissue between her fingers. You snatched it from her and tried to dab at your shirt and wipe up the mess on your desktop. At least luck had cut you a break and none of it had gotten on your computer.

When the tissue was a sopping wet, brown ball, you tossed it in the little trash can under your desk. “Thanks.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me today. I’m clumsier than usual.” You forced a weak laugh.

She wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure you weren’t just napping at your desk?”

The blood drained from your face. “Is it that obvious?”

She shrugged. “If the mark on your cheek is any indication.”

Your brows drew together, then your eyes went wide. You turned to look at your reflection in the black screen of your computer and sure enough, letters were imprinted on your skin from where your cheek had rested on the keyboard. Your hand flew up to hide your cheek.

Michelle snickered. You whipped your head around and shot her a look. “I’m glad you find this so amusing.”

“Hey, your little accident is the only thing keeping me from blowing my brains out over these reports right now, so you should be proud of yourself,” she said.

“Well, I’m not so proud that I ruined my shirt,” you murmured. You grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair and tugged it on, buttoning it up to hide the stain.

Michelle rolled her chair closer to you and whispered in a low voice, “Is everything okay?”

You looked up at her. “Besides the obvious?”

She huffed. “No, I meant are you getting enough sleep?” She bit her lip, genuine concern in her eyes. “You don’t look so good.”

You averted your gaze. That was an understatement. Dark bags permanently hung under your tired, bleary eyes, your hair looked unkempt no matter how many fruitless attempts you made to tame it, and your skin was turning sallow.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping,” you admitted. “Every time I fall asleep, I have these wild, bizarre dreams.”

Michelle’s forehead creased in concern. “Nightmares?”

You vaguely shrugged. They didn’t start out that way, but out of nowhere, the dreams flipped on their head and turned into something straight out of your deepest, darkest fears. And yet, they felt so real, so much more vivid than any dream you’d ever had before, almost as if you were reliving a memory.

Her chair creaked as she leaned closer to you. “What are they about?”

You pursed your lips in thought, a faraway look in your eyes. “It’s always something different, but the same woman is in them every time.”

She raised a brow. “A woman?” She rested her chin on her hand, smirking. “So it’s that kind of dream.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s really not like that.”

“If you say so,” she said in a singsong voice. “Who is this woman haunting your dreams at night?”

You dryly laughed. “I don’t know who she is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before. All I know is that her name is Wanda.”

“Wanda,” she repeated, wiggling her brows. “How mysterious.”

You gave her shoulder a playful shove. She rolled away from you in her chair back to her desk. She picked up a newspaper and tutted. “How sad.”

You perked up and spun to face her. “What?”

She held up the front cover of the newspaper for you to see. “As if the world isn’t fucked up enough already, they have to remind us of the past tragedies, too.”

Your eyes scanned the headline: ‘THE BATTLE OF SOKOVIA TEN YEARS LATER.’ Underneath were a bunch of photos of the destruction, several centered around the Avengers who’d been there that day. One in the bottom left hand corner caught your eye.

It was small. Anyone else would’ve missed it, wouldn’t have even given it a second glance. But what you saw made your breath catch in your throat.

It was of a woman amidst the rubble. She had long, dark hair and wore a leather jacket. Her arms were outstretched, spirals of red swirling around her fingers. Her round eyes were staring straight into the camera, the same color as the magic expelled from her fingertips. She was younger than when you’d seen her, but you recognized her instantly.

“Oh, my God,” you breathed.

Michelle wrinkled her brow. “What?” She tilted the newspaper to look at it with you. “What is it?”

“That’s her.” You slowly reached out and tapped a shaky finger against the photo in the corner. “That’s the woman from my dreams.”

You sat up from your lounging position on the couch when you heard the front door swing open.

“Just dropped the boys off at their uncle’s.” Wanda shirked off her jacket and stepped out of her shoes. She shot you a smirk. “We have the house to ourselves tonight.”

You lifted your wine glass to her. “It’s about time.” You tilted your head back as you took a long sip. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you all to myself.”

“Jealous, are we?” She raised a brow. “I am too, considering you started without me. How many do I need to catch up on?”

“Just the one.” You crossed a leg over the other, giving her the best bedroom eyes you could muster. “Don’t take too long.”

She chuckled. “I’ll be right back.” Your eyes followed her as she retreated into the kitchen until she was out of your sight.

You stared into the flame of the candles on the coffee table as you heard the door to the fridge open. The cabinet door creaked open next, no doubt Wanda getting herself a glass.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the sound of shattering glass disturbed the peace that had settled over the house. You shot up from the couch and crept towards the kitchen. “Wanda?” you called out tentatively. “Is everything okay in there?”

You froze just outside the doorway. You watched in horror as a dark puddle slowly spread across the tile, seeping into the grout. You stepped back when it almost reached your feet, your blood running cold through your veins.

You startled when Wanda popped in the doorway. “Oh, my God.” You clutched your chest, letting out a sharp breath.

“Sorry about that, darling.” She wheezed a laugh, running a hand through her frazzled hair. “I accidentally dropped the bottle of wine and I haven’t even drank any yet.”

You forced a laugh, eying her. There was something different about her, an abrupt shift in her demeanor from what it’d been just a moment ago that was off-putting. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

You narrowed your eyes, watching her closely. Her smile was just a little to wide for your liking, and her eyes were fixed on you so intensely, like there was nothing that could break her focus–

Wait. Her eyes.

They were red.

A loud thud on the window made you jump. The tree outside swayed in the wind, smacking its branch against the glass pane violently like it was intent on breaking in. The night sky was black, nothing to interrupt the enduring darkness, not a single star or street lamp or streak of moon light.

Wanda glanced over her shoulder. “Looks like a big storm’s rolling through.” She turned back to you, her lips stretched from ear to ear into an eerie smile. “Good thing we’re inside together, right?”

Your muscles locked into place, poised to flee or flight. You felt like a helpless, little animal trapped under her gaze, like you were prey and she was the big, menacing predator who had you right where she wanted.

“What’s wrong, dear?” She tilted her head. “Are you scared of the storm? Because don’t there’s no need to be frightened. You have nothing to fear.”

She took a threatening step towards you, the sound of her foot hitting the floor louder than the deafening thunder outside.

“Except for me.”

You mirrored her movements, slowly backing away from her until your shoulder blades bumped into drywall. “Stop it, Wanda.” You tried to sound intimidating, but your voice came out more like a pitiful whine instead. “It’s not funny.”

She stalked towards you. “Aw, come on, baby,” she cooed. She stopped right in front of you, your chests barely inches apart. “I’m just trying to have some fun.”

You flinched as she reached out, brushing strands of hair out of your face. You trembled under her touch as she caressed your skin with light, feathery fingers. “I don’t like this.” Your voice came out small and weak. “I don’t want this.”

“What are you talking about, sweetie?” Her hands trailed lower, brushing over your jaw and down your neck. “Weren’t you the one who said you wanted me to yourself?”

Her hand ghosted over your collarbone, hovering over the swell of your breast. You reached up and grabbed it. “I changed my mind.” You clenched your jaw, gritting your teeth together.

She fixed you with a deadly serious stare that had you withering under her gaze. “That’s not how this works.”

Suddenly, your hand shot to your side as if restrained by an invisible force. You tried to wriggle and squirm, but it was like your skin was made of stone, and you were a prisoner trapped beneath it.

Wanda purred. “Much better.” Her hand drifted down and grabbed a handful of your breast.

You leaned your head back against the wall as she felt you up, your vision starting to blur as tears beaded along your lash line. “No, please,” you whimpered. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force yourself awake.

You cried out as she roughly tweaked your nipple. “Hey, stop it!” she snapped. “I’ll have none of that. You’re not leaving until I say so.”

Her other hand ran along the inside of your thigh, slipping under the skirt of your silk nightie. “Look at you, all dressed up for me like a pretty little gift.” A growl rumbled low in her chest. “I can’t wait to unwrap you.”

You yelped as she dug her fingers into your leg, dragging them up to the apex of your thighs. You could feel the skin break under her nails, leaving five angry scratch marks behind in their wake. “Don’t,” you gasped.

“I need to keep you with me long enough,” she whispered as she crowded your space, her heady scent invading your senses and making your head spin, “so I can find you.”

A red haze clouded over your vision as she slipped her hand into your underwear. Her deft fingers quickly found your clit, rubbing light, fast circles over the sensitive bud. The tension eased from your muscles as you melted to putty in her hands.

“Give yourself to me.” She leaned close, her strawberry blonde hair tickling your nose. Her breath ghosted the shell of your ear as she rasped, “Where are you hiding, love?”

Her fingers ran along your slit until they stopped at your entrance. She rubbed circles over your entrance, gathering your wetness and spreading it along her fingertips. Each cycle sent your nerve endings sparking and pleasure tingling down your spine.

“That’s it.” Her voice was low and husky. “I almost see it now. We’ll be together soon, little dove.”

You squeaked as she pushed two fingers inside you without warning. The wet squelch of flesh and your juices filled the room as she thrusted them in and out of you. Her thumb rubbed circles over your clit all the while, and hot pleasure pooled low in your core. She played you like a finely tuned instrument, almost by muscle memory, like she knew all your stops and starts by heart.

Your eyelids drooped to half mast as whatever spell she’d cast on you took hold. Some little part of you that wasn’t under her trance fought back. It was small and quiet, but it was still there. Wake up, it urged you. It started to build as you drew it out and pulled it forward, growing from a whisper to a shout. Wake up, wake up, wake up!

You reached down and grabbed her wrist, ripping her hand away from you. You blinked, the red vanishing from your vision, and looked at her with complete clarity. She wasn’t the beautiful, enchanting woman from earlier, but a monster, with glowing red eyes and sickly skin and charred fingertips.

The storm continued to bear down on the house, the howling wind shaking the walls as if it threatened to uproot them from the ground. But when Wanda’s jaw dropped open, nothing could’ve been more terrifying than the inhuman shriek that left her mouth.

She reached for you, but suddenly space and time seemed to warp, the distance between you expanding into infinity. “You’re too late!” Her voice was thin and high-strung, like a cackle. She sounded a million miles away, but at the same time, her voice seemed to rattle around the cavern of your mind. “I know where you are, little dove, and I’ll be coming for you!”

And then you woke up.

You burst into consciousness like you were breaking the surface of the ocean, shooting straight up in bed and gasping for breath. Your heart hammered in your chest like you’d just ran a marathon, the pump of rushing blood filling your ears. The sheets beneath you were soaked through with sweat and sticking to your skin.

You took a long breath through your nose, counting to four like how the instructor who taught the yoga class you went to years ago told you to. You held it for another four. Then, you exhaled a rush of air out your mouth, ticking off to four in your head. Hold for four. Repeat.

You could tell your frantic breathing was starting to even out, your pulse no longer thumping in your wrists. It was just a dream, you assured yourself, raking your fingers through your hair. It wasn’t real.

You were hot. The air felt stifling, like you were dead in the middle of a sweltering summer with no AC. You kicked the sheets away from your legs, and your gaze fell to where your oversized sleep shirt had ridden up your legs. There, on the inside of your right thigh, were five scratch marks that hadn’t been there the night before.

Your heartbeat started to pick up, and this time you knew no breathing exercise would be enough to slow it down.

You grabbed your dream journal off the bedside table and flipped it open to the next blank page.

“I don’t quite understand what you’re asking of me.”

“Please, there has to be something you can prescribe me.” You were close to getting on your knees and begging at this point. “Adderall? Ritalin?”

“Those are for people with legitimate attention deficit disorders.” The doctor stared over the frames of his wiry glasses at you with dull gray eyes.

“I… I’m having trouble staying focused.” You stumbled over your words. There weren’t exactly lies, but they weren’t the whole truth, either. “I’m behind at work.”

“I see.” He pursed his thin lips. He regarded you with an apathetic gaze that made your skin itch. “Are you getting enough sleep?”

You wanted to tear your hair out. You knew how you looked: sullen, lifeless skin; dull hair; sunken in eye sockets and hollow cheekbones, like a living ghoul, an actively decaying walking corpse that was falling apart, decomposing and deteriorating right before your very eyes.

“I can’t sleep,” you murmured.

His chair creaked as he leaned closer to you. “What was that?”

“I can’t sleep!” you repeated louder than you meant to and saw him flinch. You huffed. “Every time I do, I have these awful nightmares.”

He raised a bushy, gray brow at you. “Nightmares?”

You nodded vehemently. “There’s this woman, and she’s coming after me. I don’t know what she wants from me and I don’t know why, but I know that if I sleep, she’ll find out where I am and she’ll come for me.”

He stared at you hard and long for a moment. He folded his wrinkled, bony hands in his lap. “How long have you been having these feelings of paranoia?”

Your forehead creased. “Feelings?” You drew your brows together. “This is real. It’s happening.”

“Miss, I know that the emotions you’re experiencing can be very convincing–”

“I’m not crazy,” you cut him off. “I know how it sounds, but I’m not making this up. This woman is real, and if she gets to me, I’m afraid something bad will happen.”

His features screwed up into a pensive expression. “Are you sure it’s safe for you to be alone right now, ma’am?”

Your chest deflated, and your shoulders slumped. You’d lost him.

You plastered a smile on your face and sat up as straight as you could. “Yes, I’m fine. You know what? You’re right.” You started gathering up your things, rising from your chair and shrugging on your jacket. “I just need a good night’s sleep and I’ll feel all better.”

You walked out of the doctor’s office with the name and number of a therapist on a business card between your fingers. You tore it up and threw it in a trash can on the way out of the building.

After you saw her face in the newspaper, you’d researched everything you could on Wanda Maximoff.

What you found was a jumbled mess. She was an Avenger. She helped save the world. She was a willing volunteer and guinea pig for Hydra, a fascist terrorist organization. She faced Thanos. Her parents were killed in a US air raid, and she and her brother were trapped under a little twin bed for two days waiting for a bomb not three feet away from them to go off before they were rescued. Her most recent stint involved holding an entire town hostage with magic.

You’d gone to the police first, and they all but laughed in your face. It was hard to buy the story that the Scarlet Witch was after you, and they made plenty sure that you knew that. After all, what would an ex-Avenger want with a nobody like you?

You wish you knew the answer yourself. Maybe then you could get some sleep at night.

The doctor had been your last chance, but he’d proven to be of no use like all the others. You were on your own now. You’d have to take matters into your own hands.

You sat in the middle of the living room, the TV on full blast. Your bloodshot eyes stung from staring at the blue light of the screen for so long. The neighbors had already banged on your door, screaming at you to keep it down, but their disturbance only helped keep you more awake.

It was the dead of night, but every single light in your apartment was on. You hugged your knees to your chest, rocking back and forth. Several empty mugs of coffee sat on the table next to you, drained dry, although the caffeine made you jittery more than it kept you awake.

Your rocking started to slow as your eyes began sliding shut. You caught yourself before they could close all the way, and your eyes shot open. You gripped the rubberband on your wrist and snapped it against your skin, wincing at the harsh sting. The skin of your wrist was raw and chafing from the amount of times you’d snapped it already.

You stopped rocking completely when the TV started to glitch, the image warping and the sound garbling together into incoherent nonsense. You pressed your hands against the wood floor beneath you. You looked up when the lights started to flicker above you. A pit formed in your stomach.

She was here.

You stuck your hand under the couch cushion and fumbled for the kitchen knife you had stashed there. The tip of your finger ran along the sharp edge of the blade, and you hissed as the skin split open. You bit your lip, ignoring the pain as you wrapped your fingers around the handle.

You stood up, knife in hand as you dashed down the shadowy hallway. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, and your chest heaved with panicked, shaky gasps. You made it to your bedroom and slammed the door closed behind you, triple checking the lock. You propped up your desk chair under the door handle just in case.

You ran over to the window and made sure it was closed. It was pitch black outside, indigo clouds hanging low and heavy in the sky. It looked like it was going to rain. You pulled the curtains closed.

You stood in the middle of the room, arm outstretched with your knife at the ready. You gripped the handle so tight, your knuckles changed color. You spun in a circle, constantly surveying for any approaching threats. Alarm bells were trilling in your head.

Then, the lights turned off, plunging the room into darkness.

You stood completely still, on edge. It was dead silent, the only sounds the rapid beating of your heart like a hummingbird’s wings and the rise and fall of your breath. The air felt thick and humid, charged with electricity.

“There you are.”

You whirled around. Sitting in the chair by the door was a woman, her glowing red eyes penetrating the dark.

Wanda.

You didn’t even have time to think. You just acted. You raised the knife above your head and charged at her.

With a flick of her wrist, the knife flew out of your hand. You slowed to a halt and watched it land on the other side of the room. It felt like a million miles away.

She stood up from the chair so suddenly it turned on its side, hitting the ground with a bang like a gunshot. She extended a hand towards you, her fingers curling. Your eyes went wide as your muscles seized up against your will like your body had a mind of its own. She raised her hand, and suddenly you floated off of the floor, your dangling feet barely brushing the ground.

She slowly approached you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for you, and now here you are.” She tilted her head, her eyes raking over you up and down like she wanted to take in every detail. “I finally get to meet you in the flesh.”

You tried to fight, to struggle, even just to speak, but it was just like when you’d been frozen in your dreams. Your body had betrayed you and obeyed her instead.

She stopped right in front of you, and you came face to face with the monster who’d been terrorizing your dreams for weeks. A crease formed between her brows as she looked at your hand. “You’re bleeding.”

You looked down to see blood dripping from the cut in your finger, staining the floor beneath you in dark drops. She took your hand and held it up to her mouth, her lips twisted into a smirk. “Let me kiss it better, dear.”

She pressed her lips against your finger before slipping the digit into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned, her tongue swirling around the appendage. Your stomach churned, threatening to upheave its contents all over the floor.

She slid your finger out of her mouth with a sickening, wet pop, and her lips were painted with your blood. You looked at your finger shiny with her saliva to see that the cut was closed up and healed. If you had control of your muscles, the shock would’ve registered on your face. How did she do that?

She let go of your hand, and it fell back down at your side. “You don’t have to worry anymore, darling. I’ll take care of you.” Her voice was sweet and soft, almost motherly, like she was singing you a lullaby to sleep. “You’re mine now.”

All you could do was stare at her in response, eyes unmoving and unblinking.

Red sparks jumped from her fingers as she reached out and touched your temple. “Rest now, little dove.” Her voice reverberated inside your head like she was in a cave. “You’re going to need it with what I have in store for you.”

That familiar red haze clouded over your vision as your eyes rolled back into your skull, and for the first time in days, you closed your eyes.

You woke up to the chirp of birds.

Your lashes fluttered as your eyes opened. You squinted against the sunlight peeking through the curtains. You slid out from the warmth and comfort of the covers heaped upon you and padded over to the window, peeling back the curtains to peer outside.

Row upon row of apple trees stretched as far as the eye could see, their branches heavy with apple blossoms in full bloom. They stretched up towards the puffy clouds hovering in the deep blue sky. Brilliant white petals drifted lazily through the air before landing softly on vibrant green blades of grass. You watched the birds flying through the trees and hopping from branch to branch as they sang their song to welcome in the new day.

A pair of arms slid around your waist, and you stiffened until you heard her voice in your ear. “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

You relaxed in her grip and laughed airily. “You snuck up on me.”

She pressed her bare chest flush against your back. “Did I scare you?” There was a teasing lilt to her tone. She pressed kisses up the column of your neck, nibbling on your earlobe.

A breathy moan escaped you as you leaned your head back against her shoulder, melting in her arms. “Wanda…” You meant to sound scolding, but it came off more like an encouragement.

“That’s my name, baby.” She buried her face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your skin. “Don’t wear it out.”

You clung to the last shred of strength you had and twisted around in her arms. “I have to get ready.”

She tugged at your waist. “Come back to bed.” She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip.

You kept her at arm's length. “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.” You pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead.

You slipped out of her arms, and she groaned. You walked over to the bathroom, making sure to put an extra sway in your hips. You whipped your hair around as you turned your head, shooting her a flirtatious look over your shoulder.

“Tease,” she muttered under her breath.

You laughed maniacally before closing the door behind you.

You flipped the lightswitch and rested your hands on the edge of the sink, biting your lip. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your skin was a collage of wine-colored bruises, a map of hickeys and lovebites peppered along your neck, down your chest, marring your hips and your thighs. You couldn’t help it as the corners of your lips lifted into a smile.

You jerked back as a sharp pain shot through the nerve endings in your finger. You looked down to see a scar running along your fingertip, fresh and pink. Your brows drew together. For some reason, you couldn’t recall how it got there.

It was like a key had turned in a lock as memories came flooding back: you, scared and frantic, holding a knife; lights flickering above you as you ran down a hallway; drops of blood dark against hardwood floor; and a shadowed figure sitting in a chair, piercing, red eyes pinning you to the spot.

You knew exactly who that figure was.

Your nails scratched against porcelain as you gripped the edge of the sink, bowing your head. Your breathing came faster now in ragged, shallow pants. You wracked your brain, trying to search for something that could give you comfort, but it was in shambles, like someone had torn it apart before stitching it back together in a different pattern.

You latched onto the first thing your mind could fully grasp floating through your head untethered: Breathe in for four. Hold for four. Out for four. Hold for four. Repeat.

Your breathing slowed, and you lifted your head to stare at your reflection. You forced your jaw to unclench, the tension to leave your muscles until you looked the way you had when you had entered: calm, cool, content.

You had to get out of here.

You grabbed the robe off the hook on the door and threw it on, tying the sash into place. You pasted a smile on your face as you pulled the door open.

Wanda was lounging on the bed, staring at you with a sultry look in her half-lidded eyes. “Done so soon?”

“I decided to make my amazing wife breakfast in bed,” you said, trying to keep your voice as even as possible.

She purred. “I think I’d rather just have you.”

You forced a chuckle. “You are insatiable.” You tried not to tense as you walked past her over to the door.

Just as you were about to cross the threshold, she called out to you, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Her voice almost made you flinch. You turned around to see she had rolled over on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, making wet, kissy noises.

You held your breath as you made your way over to her. You bent over and closed the distance between your lips. She tangled a hand in your hair, urging you closer. You kissed her for as long as you could stomach, trying to make it convincing before pulling back.

She hummed contentedly, winding strands of your hair between her fingers and brushing her thumb over the nape of your neck. “Hurry back.”

You flashed her a smile to keep from grimacing, swallowing the bile climbing up your throat. You turned around and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind you.

The second it clicked shut, you burst into a full out sprint.

You raced down the stairs two at a time, your hand skimming along the banister. You found the front door and grabbed the door knob. You didn’t know where to go, but you knew the more distance you put between yourself and her, this stranger you barely knew masquerading as your lover, the better. You threw the door open, bursting outside into the promise of freedom.

You froze in shock at the sight before you.

Instead of the peaceful, idyllic orchard you had expected to greet you, it was like an apocalypse had come to pass in the short amount of time you’d been in the windowless bathroom. All of the trees had withered and died, their branches bare and sagging towards the scorched earth. A sickly red haze hovered in the air like smog. It looked like the aftermath of a nuclear bomb.

You stared, your eyes so wide they nearly popped out of your skull. You staggered back, your mouth agape, and collided with someone standing behind you.

“Did you really think you’d escape?” the last voice you wanted to hear in the world spoke, chilling you to the bone.

You whirled around to see Wanda standing behind you. She was fully clothed in a dark red leather suit that matched the color of her eyes. An oddly shaped headpiece adorned her head, her hair blowing behind her in the wind like live flames.

“There is no escaping me.” Her face was hard and stern, like all the bubbly energy she’d had earlier had been sapped from her. “I’m inside your head.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and your chin started to wobble. “Why?” Your voice was small, pitiful in comparison to her strong, demanding tone. “Why me?”

She held up her hand, and a worn, leather journal materialized out of thin air. She held it out to you, and you did a double take. It looked oddly familiar.

You reached out and took it from her cautiously, like you thought you might spring a trap. When you didn’t, you opened the journal and flipped through the pages.

Every page was filled in its entirety with scribbled handwriting and drawings of her: at the beach, drinking coffee, reading a book. They started out normal, just sketches of her smiling while she performed mundane activities. But the further you went, the more unhinged they became. Her eyes disappeared and became two empty sockets, and her fingers were shaded darker than the rest of her body, long and curved like claws.

You flipped through the book cover to cover. By the end, what was written made less and less sense, just jumbled, smeared, unintelligible words in scrawled handwriting. You paused on the very last page. It was just two words repeated over and over again, like they were jumping out from the paper and yelling at you: SHE’S COMING.

“I found that when I came for you.” She jutted her chin out at the journal in your hands.

Your brow furrowed, and you stared down at the journal. This was yours? You hardly recognized your own handwriting. This was what she had reduced you to in the end, the ramblings of a madman jotted down in the margins. The journal suddenly felt heavier, like it weighed a thousand pounds in your hands.

“You dreamt of me every night, just like I did.” Her eyes lit up with something akin to tender fondness. “I was meant to find you. We were meant to be together.”

You blinked. You didn’t understand how she could look at this journal and see something romantic, how her view had become so warped she’d deluded herself into seeing you both as two soulmates destined to be together but torn apart by fate.

As if she could read your mind (which, at this point, you weren’t sure she couldn’t), she answered your unspoken question. “I’ve suffered great loss, hardship, heartache. I didn’t think there was anything left for me, but then I saw you.”

She reached out to stroke your cheek, but you turned away from her. Her arm dropped dejected at her side. “I didn’t want to hurt you. That wasn’t my intention. I care for you, more than you could ever know.” Her words sounded genuine, but then her tone shifted to something darker. “But if I couldn’t have my family, I thought I could at least have you.”

You slowly looked up at her. “So you take my life away?” Your brows were drawn low over your eyes fierce with hatred.

“Do you remember how you looked the night I found you?” she spat. You flinched, forcing the awful memories away. “You were wasting away. I didn’t have a choice.”

You scoffed. You wondered if the doctor was right, if you’d actually gone crazy and lost your mind. Maybe this was all some grand delusion created by your sleep deprived brain as it slowly shriveled to death.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Are you listening to me? You were miserable.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “I have the power to change that. I can make you happy.”

“You mean you can fix what you broke in the first place?” you bit.

She looked like you had just slapped her in the face. Her eyes burned a brighter red, like two stars encapsulated by her face. All of your confidence withered and died, leaving behind that familiar twist of fear in your gut. You backed away from her until you crashed into the gnarled trunk of a tree. You swallowed hard as you met her eye, preparing yourself for the worst.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, regaining her composure. When she opened them, they were back to a deep scarlet. “What’s done is done. But at least allow me to make it right.” She held her hand out to you. “I can make a better life for the both of us.”

You stared down at her palm. It was rather unassuming: her nails were normal; her skin was a healthy peach. It was hard to imagine the unbridled power lurking underneath, thrumming through her veins.

You opened your mouth, wanting to scream at her to let you go, to take you home, to get out of your head, but nothing came out. This complicated, inextricable woman who’d bore witness to more pain than you could fathom had gone to the ends of the earth to hunt you down and take you as her last hope, the last thing she could salvage to tie her to this world that had treated her so cruelly. She wasn’t going to let you go, whether you asked nicely or screamed your head off. The least you could do was make it easy on yourself and play along.

You sucked in a breath, and part of you liked to think she was controlling you as you placed your hand in hers.

You blinked, and Wanda was standing before you in slippers and a nightgown, a soft smile on her face. Her sweet scent wafted over to you on the gentle morning breeze, white apple blossom petals floating in zig zags around you. One fell into her hair and nestled there like an angel feather.

“Now, come back inside and get ready,” she said, tugging on your interlaced fingers. “We don’t want to be late to pick up the boys.”

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Mind Games

pairing: wanda maximoff x female reader

word count: 2.6k?

summary: gf!wanda maximoff; reader makes a joke about Wanda invading their mind while they have sex, Wanda takes it a little too seriously and y/n makes it up to her with apologies and a little seduction.

warnings: 18+, two second mommy kink, slight electrocution (if that’s even what you’d call it), smut for sure, oh yeah mind reading (major), mind altering? (slight? not really, just trippy Wanda powers)

a/n: like I’ve said I DONT WRITE so help me out pls n thank yewwwww, comments and criticism send it my way; I also put a random placeholder title in with the intention to change it so if it changes,,, sorry

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“Since you’re already in my brain when we fuck…” you joke, glancing up at your girlfriend’s face.

And the reaction was not what you were expecting.

“Y/n, are you being serious right now?” Her previous smile has faded, eyebrows dropped in confusion, and the light that had just sparkled her eyes, begins to darken. In one shitty second, you’ve ruined the entire conversation.

“I- I didn’t mean it like that, it was a joke, you know, cuz… I, I just think, I kind of maybe thought-“

“What did you think? Better yet, what do you think of me, y/n?” Wanda scoots back, accustomed to people’s fear and intimidation of her powers, but you were different. From the day Tony brought you in, you’d shown loyalty to the program, and especially in her. Both of you had a sense of “uncontrollability” in your powers, causing your teammates to occasionally get alarmed. This bonded you two like no one else, until one day when you gave up and kissed her.

“Wanda, I’m sorry,” allowing her to keep the distance, but staring into green eyes, you truthfully whisper, “I don’t think anything negatively of you, I trust you more than anyone I’ll ever know. So to me it’s not an invasion of space, but I’m so sorry to ever make you feel like you’re-”

“A mind voyeur? Y/n, you know how I feel about consent and using my powers for…”

“I know! I know!” This time you inch closer, daring to place your hands in her lap. “You’re just…soo…soooo good, I didn’t know if it was all this,” your hands slowly crawl from her thighs, up to her waist, shoulders, then finally landing on her temples, “or if you just had a little bit of help. There’s just no way you know my body that well, is there?” You place a kiss on her forehead, knowing what this is doing to her.

Wanda attempts to hide the tremble her body lets out as your lips part from her skin, but you notice it all too well and decide to take things up just a notch. Slipping onto her lap, you straddle her on the couch in the Avengers compound living room.

“Y/n, what the hell are you doing?” Her voice is low, but you can hear the slight rasp in tone.

You begin attacking her neck with small, delicate kisses before speaking, “I trust you Wands and I love you so much,” another kiss, “don’t you want to know how much I love you?” and one on the jawline, “Aren’t you just a little tempted to hear all of the things I think about-” and the last one, right under her ear, “while you fuck me?”

Wanda grabs ahold of your waist, involuntarily grinding into you before collecting herself. “Hey, I thought you already were telling me everything?” Her head tilts and she gives you a warning smirk.

But you’re not allowing her to regain composure so easily, so you play the brat card. “I was, but I guess I’ll be silent from now on,” a fake pout.

She smirks at your mischievous nature and tests your words, snaking her hands up your sides. They sneak under your shirt and the feeling of her warm digits against your bare skin drives you mad. You stay strong in holding silent, even when her fingertips graze past your chest for what feels like a millisecond. Though you manage to stay quiet, you’re quivering and shuddering with each swift movement of her fingertips. Every part of you she touches leaves a trail of goosebumps and leaves you in an even more soiled state than before.

Suddenly, she stops and you’re brought back to your senses, panting and groaning on top of her, “you’re an asshole,” the joke is obvious considering your small argument before. An argument that may change our entire sex lives.

“And you kept your word!” Wanda removes her hands from beneath your tee as you grin and nod at her, almost genuinely proud of your own self.

“Then it looks like I’ll need to get inside your mind, huh?” Your smile fades as the realization of the situation dawns on you. If you could see yourself, you were sure your eyes had turned black with lust, but everything happened so quick there was no time to care.

“We’re not doing this here,” Wanda quickly bolts up from the couch, with you still gracefully in her lap, and whisks the two of you away to your shared room down the hall. Before you even know it, she’s on all fours above you and you’re pressed into the sheets of the bed.

“Tell me you want this,” once again, lustful hands are tracing the sways and curves of your body. Occasionally she plants a kiss, some harder than others, sometimes she bites and sucks, marking you as hers.

Your head rocks back and you let your mind run wild. Please, please, please, Wanda. I’m yours, mark me everywhere. I’m only yours. Take over me.

You know she’s begun making her way into your brain because that last remark causes her to stop in her tracks. “Y/n?”

When your eyes meet, you pray she’s still there— my mind is yours Wanda. You can do anything you want with me, I just want you.

The red instantly washes any reminiscence of green from her eyes and you let out a salacious moan at the sight.

Wanda crawls up for the most lustful kiss she’s quite possibly ever given you. Her tongue doesn’t bother ask for entrance as it swirls around to find yours. The two of you can’t seem to find a sweet spot to place your hands, traveling up and down both of your sides, every now and then one of you reaches up and grabs a fistful of the other’s hair, eliciting numerous whimpers. Mainly from you.

“Fuck—” you accidentally let out between kissing. Feeling her smirk against your lips you try this mind reading thing again. Fuck. Me. Wands.

A small growl chokes out of Wanda. You like this? You think as you stare at her again, the eyes turning you on more and more by each second. You like hearing my disgusting, dirty thoughts Wanda? You’re normally not this vulgar, or this submissive but you can see what it’s doing to her, which drives you insane.

Your obscenity was obviously making Wanda frantic. You’d never seen her eyes this red before. Sometimes they would tint when she came in the past, but now they were fully glowing scarlet red with no green in sight. You were sure to be soaked.

“Let’s check that, shall we?” She grinned. To your surprise, but not disappointment, she’d gotten into your subconscious thoughts. Fuck, every part of you felt exposed and in the best way.

“You don’t know this yet detka, but you’re going to like this very much,” she whispers in your ear before pinning your hands above your head. When you glance down you see small red particles dance over the tips of her fingers. “It’s not going to hurt—” she reassures your initial fear of the unknown, before her smile fades into lust and she continues, “it’s not going to hurt… at the beginning.”

Her tone and newly found dominance destroys any sense of stability you thought you had. You and Wanda have had sex before, numerous times actually, but you’d both been too nervous to show each other these, rawer sides.

She stays true to her word and starts slow. You’re both incredibly carnal, but this is still very new.

She places a kiss down on your chest, then in the exact spot you feel a slight shock. Again, a kiss that is soon replaced with a jolt. Another, this time lowering toward your waistline. Wanda annoyingly tugs at your pants and it takes you less than a second to have them off. The red eyes make contact with yours, “why don’t you just get rid of everything, baby.”

After nodding, you quickly remove the rest of your clothing articles, revealing yourself completely for her.

You’re an absolute mess underneath Wanda, whimpering and quivering as she stares down at your nude and utterly revealed self. Please, Wanda. Keep going. Harder this time.

“God, y/n—“ she moans and resumes absolutely toying with you, giving you an overwhelming mixture of kisses and shocks in between speaking. “I knew you’d like it but I didn’t realize how much I would…” she purrs and turns it up a notch, the jolts getting stronger and more aggressive with each sloppy kiss.

She trails her hand down so delicately toward where you’ve been begging. A harsh shock between your legs forces out a moan so loud you’re worried someone might have heard. Wanda immediately covers your mouth, “sorry, I could have known that was coming,” but it’s obvious she isn’t sorry as she jolts you again, even harder. Thankfully, her opposing hand is there to cover your mouth and any noise gets suppressed behind the woman’s digits.

She’s completely invaded your mind. She knows exactly what you like. All of your horrible, dirty secrets and thoughts and you can’t help but moan again at the thought. If you thought she knew you before, fuck, did she know you now.

“You’re mine, yes?” Her eyes bore into yours and the devilish grin almost sends you over the edge. You’re near done for and she hasn’t even touched you anywhere significant yet.

Struggling to get the words out over your trembling state and her nearly muzzling you, she removes her left hand, allowing you a quick moment of recollection. Her right hand traces up your body so slow it’s near torturous, “shh, patience detka.” You nearly pass out when she gets to your chest and slowly traces around your nipple. She teases it harshly for a minute, before continuing up your collarbone, to your neck and finally she rests her hand on your chin. Her eyes start to glow harder when she takes her hand and traces your lips with her fingertips. For a moment you keep your lips pursed shut, but when you look up at her you slowly drop your jaw and she slips two fingers inside.

“That’s it detka, suck. Such a good girl,” Wanda praises your efforts in lubricating her digits, allowing you to showcase skills you don’t normally use. The sight made her dizzy and she did everything in her power to apply the patience lesson to herself, instead of just taking you right then and there.

Because you were absolutely begging. She could hear it and feel it. Wanda’s powers were doing more than she even knew were possible, which is why she avoided using them in sexual circumstances. Her irrational fear that they would get out of hand.

But this was more than okay, she could hear you pleading to be filled, your moans enveloped Wanda’s mind like you were the one with magical powers. She could feel exactly where you wanted to be touched, each and every spot. But what burned the most was the feeling in her own core, which had to be the replication of what you were feeling and she notices she’s been teasing you long enough now.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth and for a second you’re disappointed. You knew she couldn’t feel it, but you’d got so caught up, it felt as if you were pleasing her. “Don’t be upset y/n, I liked it just as much as you, I just want to put these somewhere else. I think we’ll both still enjoy it.”

Though her fingers go absent from your mouth, they’re replaced by her tongue as her left hand pulls you in for second kiss. The right makes its way to your folds, slowly teasing your overly sensitive area. You’re absolutely drowning in the kiss when Wanda slowly pushes her fingers toward your entrance.

Please, please, please.

“Out. Loud.” She commands through the lustful kisses.

“P-pu-ple-“ she grazes slightly over your clit, “fuCK! Wanda,” she knows she’ll ruin you with teasing. “Fuck me. Please. I need you now Wands.”

The slight movements quickly turn into swift back and forth flicks. “Are you sure?” She questions blankly, clearly toying with you.

“God, Wanda,” trying to regain any composure, “Yes, I’ve been begging, what else do you want from me?” You manage to get out.

“I want you to finally address me how you’ve been wanting to,” she picks up her pace and your hips start to move along with her fingertips.

At first you’re truthfully confused. But it may not be confusion, your brain is actually just clouded with lust. It takes only 5 seconds of Wanda playing with your clit for you to realize what she’s talking about.

Shit.

“Don’t be embarrassed detka, it’s quite sexy. I’m rather upset you haven’t told me sooner”

Wanda…

You know of no other way to say it than in the smallest, neediest whimper you can muster, “please fuck me mommy.”

She smiles, “such a good girl,” and her two fingers drop from your clit to your entry. “Look at me,” she orders and you comply, getting completely lost in the crimson orbs. They flash once as her fingers dive inside you, eliciting lewd moans from both parties.

“God, y/n, you’re so fucking wet,” she starts slow, pumping in and out, knowing the pace destroys you, she mocks, “oh detka, you want more?”

You don’t just want more, you need more and Wanda gives just that and then some. She picks up the tempo and curls her fingertips, delicately tormenting your lower half.

Your hands grasp and pull at locks of her hair. The harder the tug, the deeper her digits descend inside you. A panting mess beneath her, Wanda locks lips with yours once again. This time it nearly takes your breath away.

She continues the rapid pace and feeling your heart rate heighten, ends the kiss for just a second to instruct, “cum for mommy, y/n.”

“Shit—” you can’t help the profanities slipping from your lips as she places hungry kisses down your jawline, “—fuck Wanda, I’m…”

“You don’t think I know?” she finds a spot and bites down unexpectedly hard, eliciting a carnal cry from you. “Now, do as you’re told, love, you’re already getting so tight for me.”

For a second you’ve forgotten that she’s been in your mind this entire time. She knows exactly where each and all of your sweet spots are and is manipulating every single one to the highest extent. Your girlfriend, who never wanted to use her powers for this was now playing and fucking with your every sense. You. Loved. It.

And just like that the orgasm completely enveloped you. Grinding and riding against her fingers, you couldn’t begin to think about who may have been hearing your jumbled whimpers, as you no longer had any control. Your incoherent string of murmurs soon were drowned out as she leans into you, your mouth finding its way into the crook of her neck. Biting down gently, she doesn’t slow her pace as she lets you ride out your orgasm and you almost come again when her hair falls over your face. You knew the Ambrette 9 smell anywhere, it was her favorite and you’ve been enamored with it ever since she walked into the boardroom and was seated next to you on a mission briefing. The smell intoxicated you the whole damn time.

“Didn’t know you’ve been into me since day one,” she giggles and gently removes the two fingers from you, drawing out yet another moan. Her hand draws slowly to her lips, where she licks you clean off her fingers.

“Quit!” Playfully pushing her hand away, “Maybe you should have just gone in my head the first day we met, huh?”

Wanda snickers at your remark and pulls the covers over the two of you, then pulls you in for a loving embrace.

“Glad I didn’t… I wouldn’t have been able to be in the same room with you and those naughty thoughts.”

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wandaspup · 9 days

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Sinners

Summary: In a small town, you try living up to your mother’s expectations while encountering Wanda Maximoff, a mysterious woman and a childhood friend of your mothers. It leaves you questioning her intentions and your beliefs.

Parings: Wanda x Fem R

Warnings: Fictional mother is an asshole

Author notes: Things to consider before reading: You are 19 years old while Wanda is 36. I'm not familiar with the bible so please do not take this seriously. It's only fiction.

Warnings will be added as I update more chapters! ♥️ Happy reading

The handles are warm as you push the double doors open of the church, their hinges creaking softly in response to the intrusion. As the door swung apart, it revealed the dimly lit interior bathed in sunlight whistling through the skylight. Thousands of dust particles scattered around the beams, casting a glow. On either side of the church, the stained-glass windows painted with vivid patterns, painted their shadows on the polished floor.

As you lingered behind your parents, hands clasped together at your front. The four walls of the church momentarily silenced the bustling streets before more people entered, quiet murmurs spreading across the churchgoers. People passed by to take their seats, some offered greetings to your parents, while others remarked on how you have grown into a fine young lady. Your family was well known for the small church gatherings they hosted, always extending their hospitality to the community. However, you could not shake the feeling your parents’ ego was involved, driven by their desires to keep their status. Your mother seemed intent on being the best, regardless of the situation, while your father followed her lead.

Lost in your head, you hadn’t noticed the priest approaching your parents until he stood before them, a gentle smile on his lips. “Good morning, everyone,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “I trust you all found yourselves well?”

“Certainly, Father Steve. It’s always a pleasure,” your mother affirmed with a nod, her hand briefly resting on the priest’s arm. Beside her, your father offered a gentle squeeze of

Father Steve’s hand.

His eyes landed on you, a wide grin reaching his face as he moved between your parents. Your feet shuffled beneath you, a slight bow to your head as he addressed you directly.

“My child, you are growing quite fast,” he remarked warmly. “I’m sure your mother and father must be so proud of you.”

You nodded, a faint uncertainty lingering in your response. “I hope so,” you murmured softly. Your gaze flicked over to them, your mother’s stern facade causing a tightness in your stomach. Before the tension could linger further, the priest politely excused himself to begin the ceremony. You followed your parents towards the front row, Father Steve took his place at the altar.

Your mother, focused on the moment, spared no mind at you, her hushed reminder to keep your posture straight and your head forward as you took your seat beside her.

The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but you fought against it, instead clenching your fists tightly against your thighs and felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind together in frustration. A flicker of movement draws your attention. A woman sitting on the right far end at the fourth row lingering on the edge of your sight, compelling you to get a glance.

Father Steve gently echoes through the church, drawing your focus back to the front with swift precision. “As we gather here today, let us remember the grace and mercy of our Lord, who is our eternal Savior. With his love God watches over us, guiding and protecting us. We strive to lead by good deeds by following his teachings and commandments, we can trust him for his protection.”

“But let’s not forget we are human, mistakes are bound to happen. God will not judge for our mistakes and in his eyes there is always the opportunity for redemption. Through prayers we can seek forgiveness for our sins."

The final sigh of amen hangs in the air, marking the end of the prayer. You can sense your mother stares before she gets up along with the rest from the row. Your thoughts briefly drift to the encounter with the mysterious woman before refocusing. You got up and followed behind your parents, still you couldn’t keep your eyes forward as you searched for the woman.

Approaching the altar, the chalice tipped gently down as you savored the taste of bitterness on your tongue. You move for the next person, your head down fixed at the worn out tiles.

A sudden collision made you come back to reality. “I am so sorry.”

“No harm done, honey,” she chuckled softly, so husky yet smooth. “I’m Wanda.” She happily says and extends her hands for a greeting.

You gave your name and took her offer, your hands met in a firm grasp. Wanda was undeniable beauty, her cheekbones formed natural crowns on her face. The strange sensation from earlier startled within, however you pushed them aside and ignored it.

“Well I should be getting back to my parents.”

“Of course don’t let me keep you.”

Everything about her kept you wondering who she was. Her face was so recognizable, you pushed yourself to remember where you had last seen her.

With everyone getting their share, you navigated past the rows where your parents were engrossed in conversation near the doors. Your mother’s words echoed at the tip of your ears, reminding you how impolite It is to interrupt. So you lingered on the side, fidgeting with your hands as your gaze remained fixed on Wanda. You didn’t know how long you stood there before your mother called out your name, finally getting your attention on the third call.

“You’ve been out of it all day, pull yourself together now.”

“Yes, mother, I’m sorry,” you gritted out, feeling anger settle in you.

You squinted as you emerged out of the doors, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you jogged down the three steps. Families and friends crowded outside while you watched, your parents, well your mother couldn’t help but throw her sentimental joy at people's faces. With a sigh, you kicked a small pebble across the ground.

Just then, they’ve come to join you where you stood, thankful to be leaving. But as you all started towards the car, the small shriek of your mother’s voice halted both you and your father. You looked up seeing Wanda heading towards you, her presence alone twisting your insides.

Surprised, your mother’s eyes widened as fixed on the red head. “Wanda?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Shaking off the feeling, you reassured yourself that you were just being paranoid about Wanda. There’s no way you could forget a face like hers. It’d be ridiculous not to remember meeting a woman with such elegance. Wanda appeared as a flawless Barbie doll, ravishing with politeness and beauty. Her demeanor seemed almost too perfect to be real.

Wanda chuckled, her arm draping over your mother’s shoulder with a sharp but soft expression. “Surprised to see me?” She teased.

“You never told me when you were coming.”

With a casual shrug, she stepped back, her gaze briefly landing on you and your father before focusing elsewhere. You tapped your feet, swaying one of them back and forth by your heels. Something about her still didn't settle right with you. It seemed she knew your mother well, what a consequence. You observed your father and can tell he knew her as well.

“Well, you know me. I always enjoy making an entrance. Arrived yesterday morning and managed to snag a room at that quaint little motel. Your town is absolutely lovely.”

Your father greeted Wanda with a firm handshake before turning to you. "This is our daughter," he said, his hand gently patting your shoulder, urging you forward as though you were still a small child.

Wanda waved her hand, dismissing the encounter. “Oh, we already met in the church.” She gave you a little pat on your arm, leaving her hand there for a little second longer.

She winked and you felt goosebumps scatter through your body as you stood confused why this woman who you never met before besides a brief encounter was making you feel this way.

“How about you coming over for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you.”

Wanda nodded and clasped her hands together, a smile broke out on her lips. “I’ll be there.”

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angelanderson · 3 months

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HER GIRL.

—a semi-dark!mommy!wanda au fic

wanda adores you. in fact, she would do anything for you. that’s why she’s created a special place for just the two of you of you to exist. she’s your entire world now. every want, whim, and need is taken care of now. it’s not like you could or would want leave— she makes sure of that. after all, mommy knows best.

cw: unhealthy relationship due to the nature of this series. includes smut, light angst, and lots of fluff. unhealthy relationship, wanda has her powers. all my works are 18+ even when smut is not present. fic w/ mommy!kink. soft!dark wanda has kinda brainwashed you but it’s all <3

masterlist

୨୧ the beginning (of the end) (coming soon)

୨୧ forbidden fruits

୨୧ like ribbon in your hair

୨୧ some bunny loves you

୨୧ little doll, little dove

extras + asks

୨୧ give you what you need

*this is a dark!wanda mommy kink fic, not an ageplay one. i tag each fic accordingly, but general ones can be read above. gore, true/serious harm, any type of assault is not present.

#dark wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda smut #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff smut #her girl au

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wandaslittlelove · 1 month

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Destined Part 3

Warnings: smut, fingering (r receiving), enchanted strap (r receiving), breeding, forced pregnancy

Series Masterlist

It had been about a week since Wanda brought me to this cabin. Within the week she had been playing nice. No yelling, no magic use, nothing. Just pure sweetness. I’m not sure what terrified me more. She had been cooking meals for me everyday, leaving small lingering kisses on my cheek, and allowing me to have free roam of the cabin. She even occasionally let me outside.

The small cabin was surrounded by trees that seemed to stretch for miles. On one side of the cabin there was a sheep pin and the other side was a small little Garden that she would tend to everyday around noon. I wasn’t allowed any further than the end of the sheep pin which was something she made very clear on the first day I was here.

Now though as I sat in the living room watching the tv that Wanda had turned on for me before she went back through the portal to her “castle” I could feel a feeling rise up into me that signified something wasn’t right.

I heard the angry footsteps before I saw her. They echoed throughout the house as she got closer. The closer she got the worse the feeling in my stomach become.

Soon I was face to face with a furious Wanda and before I could say anything she was gripping me by the hair and dragging me to the bedroom. I was forced onto the bed and quickly found my arms tied to the bed with her magic. She angrily mumbled something before flicking her wrist causing my clothes to disappear.

“Wanda? Wanda stop!” I begged as she began to remove her clothes as well. Although that only seemed to make her angrier as she gripped my throat tightly.

“Shut up slut. I have not had a good day. Now be good and let me use you”

Bringing one of her hands up she began to pinch and tug at my nipples. I could already feel my body reacting to the familiar touch as I arched up into her and tried to keep from moaning. I hate that my body still wanted her after everything. As she pulled on my nipples the anger on her face slowly started to disappear a little.

As I closed my eyes and allowed myself to relax a little I felt something rub up against my cunt. I opened my eyes quickly and looked down panicked only to be shushed by Wanda.

“Hush detka it’s okay. Mommy’s just going to fill you up with her strap okay. Just wanna feel you” I had heard that sentence multiple times. And by the wording I knew she had enchanted it. We had done it many times before with her always pulling out in fear I may actually get pregnant since neither of us really knew what her magic was capable of.

I gasped as I felt two of her fingers enter me before she started to curl and scissor them, stretching me out. Leaning down she kissed me softly before loosening her grip on my neck.

“Being such a good girl for me. Just gotta stretch you” she mumbled as my stomach began to tighten signaling my orgasm. She brought her thumb to rub my clit in quick circles and began to suck on my neck no doubt leaving hickeys behind. With a loud moan I came all over her fingers and felt her smile against me before pulling away.

As I regained my breath I was given no warning as she began to slowly enter me with the strap. Even being prepared I still struggled against my magical restraints as I felt my walls tighten around her. She let out a chocked moan before slamming into me fully. Her hands were on my hips as she breathed heavily with her eyes closed. Her lips were between her teeth and her grip on my waist tightened before she slowly pulled out only to roughly thrust back in and kept repeating it.

“God, you feel so good around me. So tight and warm. Never gonna get tired of being inside you” her thrusts grew rougher and faster as she felt my arousal leak around her as well as the remnants of my first orgasm. I couldn’t hold back the moans anymore they grew louder the closer I got.

As her thrust began to grow sloppy I could tell she was close. With a weak body I attempted to struggle against my restraints wanting to touch her.

“Mo- mommy please. Wanna touch you” she looks down at me and shakes her head.

“I can’t detka. Can’t- fuck can’t have you trying to push me away when I pump my cum into you. Strange wants to say my kids aren’t real I’ll fucking show him” slowly I became more conscious the closer she got to her orgasm. She was going to come inside of me and there was nothing I could do. I knew nothing I said would stop her and I was to powerless to push her off. And maybe a piece of me wanted this. Wanted to be hers and have a family with her.

Just the thought alone made me get closer and closer to my orgasm. And the tightening of my walls caused her to get closer as well.

“Cum with me princessa. Cum with mommy” with a loud cry of her name I came around her strap soaking it with my juices. Not even seconds later I felt her still and the warmth of her cum filling my womb. With a couple more small thrusts to make the cum go deeper she collapsed on top of me with a sigh.

After a few minutes she begins to pull out causing me to whine and she stops.

“My needy slut. I’ll stay in you for a little but then we have to clean you up and get you some water.” Moving around a bit she finally settled in with me laying on top of her strap still buried inside me and drops of her cum leaking out.

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Sessions

Summary: You have a shadow. A presence, a stalker, who has been haunting you. Is this shadow real? Or is it someone your mind has conjured up to help you cope with your mundane reality? With the help of a familiar psychiatrist, you find out if you've blurred the lines of delusion and reality or if your shadow really does exist.

Parings: psychiatrist wanda x female reader

Tags Minors DNI: stalker, dark fic, multiple mentions of mental illness/disorders, mention of weapons (gun, knife), eventual smut (I'll tag that specific post)

Part 1: Get Help

Part 2: Remembering

Part 3: Acceptance

Part 4: Cat and Mouse

Epilogue

A/N: Thanks for reading! Any comments or thoughts are greatly appreciated 💚

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lizziesribbons · 1 month

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Quiet |

PAIRING: MOMMY! WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

Summary: Wanting attention from Wanda on a day off, you find yourself on her lap, her fingers buried deep inside you as she attends her online meeting.

Warnings: Smut 18+ men and minors dni!!!! Degradation, but aftercare at the end: omg, fingering, slight choking if you squint, pet names (baby, bunny, princess)

Author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English, so if there are any grammatical errors, PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also, I'm pretty fucking awkward when I'm writing.

Wc: 1.5k

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It was a Sunday. You woke up from your afternoon nap hoping you would find your girlfriend right next to you with her legs tangled in yours, but that wasn't the case. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked for her, calling out her name. You looked around, not getting an answer, so you stood up from your bed and went outside your shared bedroom. "Wandaaaaaaa," you shouted. "In here, darling," you heard her say. The voice was coming from her home office, so you made your way over there and knocked. You knew better than to just barge into your girlfriend's office. Wanda was anything but soft regarding this; she has told you many times not to disturb her while she's working in her home office, as she said something like, "You're a big distraction; I can't focus when you're around," so you respected her privacy.Wanda called you in, and you went inside, seeing her sitting in her work chair. Her laptop was open, but you didn't bother to see what she was doing. She was wearing a white, almost see-through shirt with no bra that made you throb between your legs. "Yes, detka?" You made your way over and sat on her lap, not giving her time to object. "What are you doing, mama?"

Wanda smiled, giving you the tiny bit of attention you desperately craved. She rubbed your back softly as you lean more in. "Just some work, bunny. I've got a Zoom meeting with my boss in 5 minutes," she said as she rubbed soothing circles down your back.You made a quick "ohhh" face and said, "Mommy, can I kiss you?" She stops you from leaning in too close. "Just a peck, sweetheart. I don't want my lipstick all smugged in my face, okay?" You nod as you lean in closer, holding her face and kissing her. Not being able to stop, you start to kiss her deeper as Wanda holds you by your neck and yanks you away. "I told you, just a peck! Look, my lipstick is ruined now, bunny," she said, looking at you with a smile. "Sorry, m' mmy, I couldn't help myself." You mumble as you blush in embarrassment. Wanda's facial expressions change suddenly into something darker, her smile converting into a smirk as she looks at you as her innocent doll.

"Is my baby needy for mommy's attention? All icky down there need mommy's help." She talks to you like a person would to their dog or any pet. "Please." You whine, not understanding why she's teasing you. All of a sudden, "No baby, I have my meeting in less than a minute." She shifts and makes you face the other way, so your back is facing her. "But you will not be going anywhere because I don't trust you in this state. You're a desperate slut, and you will go against mommy's orders and touch yourself, so just stay quiet and sit still in my lap." You nod while whining as you adjust yourself in her lap.

Wanda started the meeting, the first 10 minutes were okay you were sitting comfortably in her lap until suddenly her hands starts roaming around, you look back at her to see what she's up to but you were only met with a straight face as she paid no mind to you at all, her hands reached the waistband of the underwear you were wearing as she takes them down you let out a quiet moan as soon as the air touch your clit, Wanda muted the call all of a sudden and softly whispered in your ear "be quiet" as she continue on like nothing happened, her index and middle fingers starts to rub your clit as you throw your head back over her shoulder arching your back to lean your hips more into her giving her more access as she rubs harder, she wents on talking to her boss about work like she's literally not making you a desperate mess over here on her lap Her fingers find their way to your entrance, and she puts two of them in as you try your best to not make a sound, but as she starts rubbing your clit while pumping her fingers in, you can't help but whimper, which makes Wanda hold your neck and put a little pressure on you as she whispered in your ear,

"Shhhh, shut up. You don't want mommy's boss hearing how much of a slut you are now, do you?" You shake your head as you try your best not to moan. Her hand leaves your neck and goes under your shirt, tugging and rolling your nipple harshly as you arch your back, letting out a soft moan. Wanda is quick to remove her fingers from your pussy, and before you can whine, she puts them in your mouth to shut you up and whispers in your ear, "You fucking slut, you can't keep quiet for a minute." "Miss Maximoff, is everything alright?" Wanda heard her boss say, "Yeah, no, I actually have something to do. I'm so sorry. Can we move this meeting? I'll meet you tomorrow at the office if that's alright." With that, they say their greetings, and Wanda shuts her laptop off, her fingers still in your mouth, making you suck on them greedily.

"Fuck bunny, you are so hot for mommy, like a bitch in heat. I bet you want to be fucked so bad, don't you, baby?" She asked with faux innocence as you desperately nodded, blabbering something around her fingers, which Wanda only just laughed at. "You're so needy; it's pathetic; really, I feel sorry for you." Wanda watched you with amusement as you tried your best not to just hump the desk infront. Suddenly, two of her fingers entered you and immediately started Thursting inside, adding another finger, she kept hitting your weakest spot. Three of her fingers in your pussy and two of them in your mouth were turning her on so much as she let out a deep moan, "You love this, don't you? Ugh, I know you do bunny, you love getting filled by mommy in both your holes." She takes her fingers out and chokes you, making you arch your back as you were trapped between the desk and her as she fingers you at an animalistic pace.

“Mommy’s going to make this pretty pussy soak my lap. Yeah? You like that idea, bunny?" you could only just moan louder as she thrusts harder she cursed to herself at how hot you looked in this position all spread out on her lap as she fucks you, taking your top off in one swift motion she squeeze your breast roughly taking her time with both your breasts "are you gonna cum for mommy" she seductively whisper in your ear "ye s y yes let me come mommy please please" you somehow let out a full sentence between screams and moans "come for mommy come all over her lap like the dirty slut you are" as soon as that sentence left her mouth your whole body went numb against her as you reached your climax she carefully fucked you through your aftershocks as she slowly takes her fingers out loving the sight of them glistening with your juices "suck them clean" she said putting them on your mouth the green in her eyes fully gone converted into something dark she turns you around and carefully put you on the desk "no mommy I'm too tired please" she holds your thighs down as you try to back her off "just trust mommy okay I'm just gonna clean you up" she carefully laps at your pussy licking it clean moaning at your taste "fuck detka you taste so fucking good" she said as she kissed you and stood up "let's go have our nap which I rudely interrupted okay?" You happily but weakly nodded as she carried you with her to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed.

"You want water," Wanda asks, holding a glass of water. "No, just want mommy, please," you say as you did grabby hands. Wanda understood and laid down beside you, cuddling herself into you. "My perfect little bunny, I love you so much, baby. Mommy loves you the most," she says as she hears your light snores, which lull her to sleep.

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abbyromanoff · 6 months

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YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MINE

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,475

WARNINGS: angst, cheating, divorce, depression, fluff, mind manipulation, the hex being created, pregnancy, kinda dark, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Wanda hummed as the flavors hit her taste buds, her eyes directed at you as she smiled warmly.

“How do you like the dinner, sweetheart?” You grinned beneath the fork inside your mouth, instantly returning your lips back to a thin line when her eyes left you.

“Well, I hope you’d like it, I spent many hours prepping this.” She chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze from across the table. You still didn’t utter a word, she was growing concerned.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You shrugged, nervously playing with your food as you bit the inside of your cheek, a habit you started and failed to stop, much to Wanda’s liking.

“C’mon, you can talk to me, that’s what I’m here for.” You looked up, noticing her intense gaze that showed she knew exactly what you were going to say.

“You still haven’t signed the papers.” Her body tensed, her eyes shutting as she sighed. Her hand balled into a tight fist as she continued to eat. She could see you were lacking the ring on your finger, the sight making her want to crawl into a corner and cry her eyes out. There was no way out of this, she realized, so she had to make one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“My fucking God, Wanda,” You slammed your hands down, standing as you paced urgently. She refused to look, instead finding her meal all the more interesting.

“You’re pathetic, you know that? You can’t sign some fucking papers, really? This marriage has been ruined the moment you slept with that tramp.” The realization made her throat tighten, tears nearly ready to spill from her loopy eyes.

“I told you it was a mistake, it meant nothing-”

“That doesn’t stop the fact that it happened, Wanda! Do you think it’s easy for me to have to live here daily? To see you and constantly be reminded of what you did? I worked so hard to even convince myself I was worthy of you, and you go and do this?” She cowered down, wiping her hands on the small cloth in her lap while you stared at her, nostrils flared and eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t fix what you did-”

“God, will you let me fucking speak?” She yelled, growing frustrated with the constant interruption. You didn’t refute, instead placing your hands on your hips as you waited for her voice to return.

“I told you, I was drunk and she looked so much like you. We were fighting, I was upset, you were too, so I went out and got wasted to the point I could barely walk. I saw her there and I…I let her take me home, but when I woke up I- I realized what I did and I knew I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.” You already heard the story before, the same one that haunted you in your dreams. You imagined someone else being able to hear the moans she promised were only for you, it made you violently ill.

“I made a promise to you, and I plan to keep it. I will never, and I mean never, touch a drink again. I won’t even look in another woman’s direction because I don’t need to when I have my wife right in front of me. My perfect, breathtaking, loving wife that I care for so much.” She wrapped her arms around your waist as she dropped to her knees, placing her forehead against your thigh.

“Please, baby, I don’t know how many times I have to apologize before you forgive me, but I’ll continue to tell you for the rest of my life.” She placed small kisses against the covered skin, feeling the warmth that you supplied, the same warmth that brought her comfort at night. Now it brought her shame and guilt, but she’d rather carry that burden for the rest of her life than lose you for even a moment.

“I don’t want to have to be reminded of what you did for the rest of my life, Wanda. I’m constantly having someone down my ear telling me how terrible you are, and how I should never forgive you. For fucks sake, even our friends have told me to leave you! How am I going to look them in the eye again knowing all they see is someone who’s too gullible to even leave their cheating wife?” You sobbed, and the look on your face only brought misery to the woman. You seemed so lost, so exhausted, and she was the cause.

“I know, I know, and none of this is fair to you, and I’m so sorry I caused this-”

“Stop saying sorry. Please, I can’t do this.” You begged, your voice cracking as you drew more emotions.

“But I mean it! I never want you to feel like I don’t want you because I want you more than anything. I need you, Y/N, I need you in my life.” It was true, she didn’t know how to properly function without you. You were the only one who kept her going, you were the one who held her when she felt like she couldn’t stand. When she was ready to give up, she had you holding her back. Without you, she’d be nothing.

“You say you need me, but you don’t consider what I need. And what I need is for you to let me go, and sign the papers.” You wanted to give in, to fall into her embrace and let her make it up to you. But you couldn’t, your mind would never let you forget the scene you walked in on. And maybe you’d still remember it vividly without her, but at least you wouldn’t have to be in the exact place it happened with the person who did it. At least you could move on and find someone who wouldn’t hurt you like this, intoxicated or not.

“No- no, I won’t do it.” Tear stains painted your shirt from where her head rested, you knew you’d have to throw this out sooner than later.

“Wanda, please, just do it.” You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to ignore her pleas.

“But-”

“I’m begging you, Wanda. If you truly loved me, you’d want me to be happy.” She rushed towards you when you tried to escape her tight hold.

“You’re happier with me-”

“I can’t be happy with you, not when I can’t stop thinking about what you did. It ruined me, Wands, and it continues to haunt me every breathing moment.” The nickname brought a crack to her rotting heart. Her body felt like it was decaying the more you pulled away and the more she tried to hold on.

“You’re going to sign the papers. And then I’ll be gone. This is best for the both of us, you’ll learn to live without me.” She felt as though she was going to be sick, why were you still denying her? She couldn’t let you go. No, she couldn’t.

You leaned down to her level, moving the hair that covered her face out of the way. You cupped her cheeks, smiling sadly as her sobs caused her hands to shake lightly. She reached out hopefully, copying your action and bringing herself closer.

“Can I- can I have one last kiss, at least?” You looked down, sighing as you shook your head before returning her gaze.

“If I kiss you, I don’t think either of us will be able to stop.”

“That’s not a bad thing, is it?” You chuckled, and it felt like music to her ears. She smiled warmly, even though her chest tightened and her breath cut short.

“I love you, Wanda, I always will. Maybe we were just never meant to be, and that’s okay. But if I don’t let you go now, I’ll never be able to be happy.” But you could’ve been meant to be, she realized. You could’ve been the best, most loving couple. Your kids would’ve grown up in a healthy, safe household full of love. But that all came to an end when that night left her hopeless, she pleaded with God constantly to rid her actions but they were never heard.

“I love you too, Y/N, and I want you to be happy, I just wish I could’ve been the reason.”

“You were.” The past tense was what caused her body to crash into yours. She lost all control as your arms brought her a sense of comfort she lacked for so long.

“I’m sorry I failed you.”

In a few months, the divorce was being settled and you officially moved out. You had been staying with a friend for some time, and she was more than happy to help you out. She had been in a similar situation before, so it was clear what she had to do when she saw you standing on her front porch. Wanda thought she would be able to see you when you would gather your stuff from her place, but a multitude of your friends went instead, all of them giving glares to the older woman as she refused to look at the empty home. It seemed wrong without your stuff here, and all she had were pictures of the two of you that she couldn’t remove.

She felt hopeless as time progressed, and the lack of messages or calls from you only made time move slower. Every day felt like a decade as she failed to execute basic human needs. She often struggled to get out of bed or brush her teeth, and now it’s been two days since she last showered. She wondered how you were, she hoped you weren’t in such a horrid state like herself. But a part of her also hoped you were, just so she knew you still cared.

Eventually, it all became too much. She hadn’t slept in her bed in over a year, the constant reminder that another laid where you once were disgusted her. The couch had become her home, but even the couch seemed to shame her. Her favorite movies didn’t feel the same without you laughing with her. The sitcoms she loved so much now annoyed her; she had changed completely, and it was all her fault.

She couldn’t hold it back anymore, she broke. Her small, empty home in the town of Westview became full once again. She didn’t know what happened. One moment she was sobbing uncontrollably while huddling close to the stuffed animal she had won for you on your first date, then the plain walls filled with hope. Her heart slowly gained a beat, and her hands felt warm again. She stood in front of a door, her fist finding the wood and creating a small knock.

“It’s open!” She heard, and she stopped in her tracks. It was you, it was your angelic voice that was slowly fading from her mind. She gulped fearfully before twisting the knob, letting her legs take control as she stepped forward.

“Love, you’re home!” You greeted with a smile, turning to face her as Wanda’s eyes fell on the toddler being held in your arms. She had the same hair as Wanda, and while it wasn’t easy to spot from so far away, she could see her green, piercing eyes looking back at her. The child giggled and pointed her chubby finger her way, causing a smile to break out on her face.

“Everything alright, sweetie?” You asked when she didn’t move, her mouth agape and her hands nearly releasing the briefcase she held.

“Yes…everything is just perfect, my love.” She mustered out, rushing towards your figure and embracing you in a tight hold. The replica of her was left with a small kiss to her forehead before she took her into her arms, blowing raspberries on her exposed tummy. Alana giggled again, and it felt like Wanda’s ear would explode. She felt like she was dreaming, only this wasn’t the nightmare she fought with every night. No, this time you were here to cure her.

“Momma!” She heard from a distance, seeing a young boy running to greet her. He hugged her leg tightly, causing Wanda to stumble before she leaned down, ruffling his hair before she gave him a small side hug, the baby in her arms restricting her from embracing him as much as she wanted to.

“Hey, kiddo! How was your day?”

“It was amazing! Me, Mommy, and Alana made dinner!” She gasped, showing her appreciation towards the excited boy before he ran off to the kitchen as she requested. He was still too young to carry his little sister, so she continued to do so.

“And hello to you, my sweet baby.” Wanda placed a small kiss against your stomach, placing her hand against the bump and rubbing her thumb in small, soothing circles.

“Have they been giving you any trouble today?” She asked, resulting in a small sigh from your end.

“They’ve been kicking all day. I swear, if they’re not professional soccer players, I don’t know what else they’ll do.” Wanda laughed before leaving multiple pecks to your lips, grasping your hand in hers before leading you to the kitchen.

“Well, it’s only a few more months until they’ll be out of you, I know you can do it.” You stopped in your tracks, eyeing her and causing the taller woman to stall. Nobody wanted to see you angry, especially when you were pregnant.

“First of all, I don’t see you carrying two demons in your stomach, so I’d shut up if I were you. And, second of all, this is the third time I’m doing this, you are no longer allowed to go without a condom.” She placed her hand on her chest as if she was offended and you grinned, leaving a kiss on her cheek before walking through the kitchen door where your son laid out all the dishes for you four. You thanked him before he climbed onto his seat, still finding himself to be too short for the chairs you had. Wanda placed your daughter in the high chair before taking the seat next to her. You noticed her smiling large, her eyes being filled with more joy than usual.

“What’s got you all happy?” She admired the scene in front of her, Pietro Jr and Alana sitting peacefully, both of them sharing the genes she was blessed with. Her partner, smiling back at her while they carried her twins, she couldn’t have asked for anything more.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you.” You blushed, tilting your head slightly as you bit your lip.

“Well, that’s never going to change, sweetheart.” ‘I’ll make sure of it’, she thought.

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Mommy Knows Best - w.m x r blurb

Summary: Wanda convincing R to let her to all the thinking for her

Warnings: Ehhh... allusions to manipulation, kidnapping, stalking.

A/N: So ahhh... I wrote this in 15 minutes while at work in a part of the office I very much didn't want to be in. This isn't connected to anything. I don't intend on expanding this bc I have no spoons and the plot bunnies won't settle on anything definitively. But if anybody wants to take a crack at it, pleeeeaaase do! Just like.. link me so I can read it because I am thirsty. Also all of this was typed up on my phone so sorry for any typos, or formatting issues. I left my laptop at home today like a dumbass..

Wanda's hand cradled your face with a gentle yet possessive grip. "I knew that you needed me the moment I laid eyes on you in that coffee shop."

Your eyes widened at the older woman's confession. Out of all the times you had met up with Wanda, it had never been at a coffee shop. Her implication that she had been watching you sent a bolt of fear down your spine.

"Such a sweet little thing, so easily flustered." She appraised you with a keen eye, searching for any hint that you might try to run. "You were just trying to substitute the milk in your coffee order, yet you couldn't even do that without nearly breaking out into tears. Poor thing. You just needed your Mommy to do all your difficult thinking for you, huh?"

The older woman's voice had taken on an almost saccharine quality, while simultaneously dripping with condescension. You couldn't have explained it if you tried, but something about her tone, her words, turned your head all fuzzy.

Alarm bells that should have been clanging loudly were but a distant detail in your peripheral, not worthy of your attention when the alternative was listening to Wanda's honeyed voice. You should be concerned. A normal person would be leaving this crazy woman as fast as their legs could carry them. Yet instead, you practically meted into Wanda's touch, almost craving it.

The witch gave a subtle smirk at the way your eyes glossed over when she talked down to you. This was going to be even easier than Wanda had thought. She might not even need to use her magic if you were already this responsive to her. Frankly, Wanda was delighted.

"Use your words, kotenok. I know you're just a dumb baby, and words are hard, but when Mommy asks you a question, I expect an answer."

Her grip turned firm, border lining on painful. Glassy eyes snapped open.

"Y-yes, Mommy. I just needed you to do all the thinking for me."

Your face flushed bright red as you spoke the words, but you couldn't bring yourself to take them back. Now that they had been released into the universe, the words rang true for you. They simply felt... right. Your trusting gaze met Wanda's domineering one, seeking any sign of her approval.

The older woman gave a salacious grin, very much reminiscent of a cat who caught the canary. "There's my good girl," she cooed, caressing the apple of your cheek with her thumb.

Lulled into a false sense of safety and security, you tilted your head. Leaning into her touch, you were practically simpering from her praise and touch. Why had you ever been concerned, you wondered? This was Wanda. She would always take care of you. She would never even dream of harming you. If only you knew the extent of the very real danger you were in, you might have tried to run. Not that you would have gotten far, but Wanda might have enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

Nevertheless, she had you right where she wanted you and why make it unpleasant when you were so... willing? The witch reveled in how pliant you were. Like putty in her hands, ready to be shaped and molded into the perfect plaything for her.

"Now kotenok," she said softly. "Why don't you go get changed into something comfortable and we can watch movies? I took the liberty of bringing over some of your clothes from your apartment as you won't be staying there anymore."

The former Avenger patted your cheek gently, sending you off on your way. It was only a few feet you had made before hesitating, turning to look at the older woman.

"Mommy...." You tried the title, and it rolled off your tongue surprisingly easily. "Why. won't I be staying at my apartment anymore? I'm still paying rent on it for another seven months." Uncertainty rolled off of you in waves.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, reigning her temper in. She needed to be understanding, but firm with you if she planned to get you completely under her thumb without scaring you off.

"You let Mommy worry about all of that. Those are big girl thoughts, and you wanted Mommy to do all the thinking for you, isn't that right?" Her voice was filled with exaggerated patience and condescension.

Part of you wanted to push the question. If you weren't going to be staying at your flat anymore then Wanda must mean for you to stay with her. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford rent in both places, so if you needed to sublet your flat, the sooner you knew for sure, the better. Not once did you question how, when, or why the redhead had picked up your clothes, being so focused about this rent situation.

Still, as you caught Wanda's steadily hardening gaze due to your lack of immediate cooperation, you could have sworn you almost saw a subtle flash of scarlet in her eyes. Opting not to upset the woman you were quickly falling for, you promptly turned on your heel, intent on doing as she had asked.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda Maximoff was observing your trailing form with a razor-sharp gaze. She felt triumphant, everything was going according to plan, and you were honestly making it too easy on her. Soon you would belong to her, and by the time you realized, it would be too late.

A/N 2: What are we thinking? Bin it? Try to write it from the beginning? Or maybe keep going and only have the beginning appear in flashback format? I know I need to update Scarlet Whispers and I'm gonna, I swear! Just... effort. lol

#Wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dark wanda x reader #yandere!Wanda #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader

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star-xxx1 · 7 months

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after you are done, can you do sub! Bunny wanda next? If thats ok.

Bunny's ache

Sub! Bunny! Wanda Maxioff x dom! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Heavy petplay, degradation, rough treatment, object insertion (carrot), mistress kink, squirting, wanda pushing out the carrot, a bit of anal play.

A/n: THIS IS KINKY, IAM SORRY (But hey, it is kinktober.)

Wanda lay curled up in her big cage, stuffies, each one adorned with tiny bows or sparkly jewels, a mountain of pillows and pink fairy lights decorating her little heaven Her favourite pink fluffy blanket pulled over her, the comfortable plush foam underneath her fragile body, only added to the sweet warmth. Her favourite teddy bear secured tightly, wrapped in her arms, laced with the scent of her owner, you. Her subtle features were relaxed as she napped, turning over now and again. The tail plug nestled in her tight asshole acting as comfort. She was resting up for playtime, which was quickly approaching. Her bunny ears headband set firmly on her head.

You quietly sat down on the wooden floor and carefully opened the cage door, brushing her soft hair out of her face. "My sweet bunny wake up." Her eyes fluttered open. She yawned cutely, stretching her small body as she sat up, the blanket falling off her shoulders. "It's time for playtime already?" You nodded. "Yes, bunny."

Wanda smiled brightly, her naked form climbing out of the cage and crawling onto your lap with a squeak of delight. "What do you have in store for us today?"

"You'll see." You kissed her flushed cheek, getting up with wanda still in your arms. As you carry her to the bedroom, Wanda's anticipation grows. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she looks around at the familiar surroundings. You gently placed wanda down on the bed. "Baby, be a good girl and spread your legs." blushing but obeying, Wanda slowly spreads her legs for you revealing her wet, pink shaven pussy. "Good girl." You praised as wanda blushed. "Be a good little bunny and finger that little cunt whilst I go grab something." Her breath hitched at the sudden request. O-okay," Wanda replied, her voice trembling slightly. She slowly reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her wet, sensitive folds. With a deep breath, she started to probe and explore, feeling the warmth and moisture of her arousal. Starting with two fingers. She moaned softly, feeling herself getting wetter already. It didn't take long for her to grow impatient, though. As Wanda continued to pleasure herself, she couldn't help but grow more desperate for your return. Her moans became louder and more needy, her small body trembling with anticipation. She spread her legs even wider, offering easier access to her tight pussy.

When you returned, Wanda whimpered when you approached her, you set something down on the bed next to her. She was practically begging for your touch, her whole body shaking with desire. You pressed the heel of your hand against her clit and she arched back in pleasure, moaning loudly as her orgasm finally hit her, her juices flying everywhere, drenching the sheet beheath her in her squirt. She slowly pulled out her fingers, but you yanked them out her sensitive pussy and forced them into her mouth. Loudly gags escaped her mouth as she tasted herself on her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she clutched at the blankets beneath her, writhing in ecstasy. "Tasty?" You voice sweet so different from your rough actions. Wanda, still gasping for breath and trying to recover from her intense orgasm, nodded weakly, tears of pleasure and humiliation welling up in her eyes. "Y-yes... tasty," she managed to choke out between gasps. You removed her fingers. Wanda looked up at you, her eyes still glassy with lust and submission. She tried to regain some composure, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subsiding. "Lay down" Obediently, Wanda laid down on the bed, presenting her quivering pussy to you. Her heart raced as she waited for your next command.

Wanda bit her lower lip, her eyes locked onto yours, as you crawled next to her. "Please, mistress, please touch your bunny, my princess parts hurt." She winned. You kissed her pout away. You trailed the washed carrot up her body. Wanda saw the carrot, trembling with anticipation. Her mouth watered at the thought of it sliding into her tight pussy. "Please...may I have it?" Her breath hitched as she felt the coolness of the carrot against her sensitive skin. Her body arched upwards, seeking more contact. "Beg bunny." You commanded.

"Please, Mistress, i beg you to use your carrot on my tight little pussy." You laughed at her. "Fill me up with it." She begged. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as she felt the slightest touch of the carrot against her swollen clit. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her entire body trembling with need and desire. "Shh." You whispered into your sweet bunnys ear. She whimpered, already feeling the wetness seeping out of her aching pussy. She could feel herself grow even more desperate for you to finally give her what she had been begging for you. her body tense as she felt the carrot teasingly brush against her entrance. Her eyes were locked on yours, filled with trust and longing.

Your movements were slow and deliberate, filling her pussy with the carrot bit by bit. Wanda's legs trembled as she felt yourself inside her, stretching her tight pussy further, the carrot slid deeper into her tight channel. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure mixed with pain, a soft moan escaping her lips. She was completely at your mercy, her body trembling around the intruding carrot.Wanda's tight pussy gripped the carrot, stretching around it as you slowly pushed it inside. She moaned softly, her body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable penetration. You gave her no mercy gaining a fast pace. Wanda cried out as you fucked her with the carrot, her whole body trembling with shock and pleasure. She arched up off the bed, meeting every thrust of the carrot with a gasp and moan. Her cries grew louder, her body writhing under yours as you continued to use the carrot to violate her soaking hole.

"You fucking slut hmm? getting fucked with a carrot? how pathetic are you. Bunny." Wanda could only moan in response, her legs and arms trembling from the force with which you thrust the carrot in and out of her. your over hand came up to roughly play with her nipple, pinching, tugging the poor pink buds. Her nipple hardened under your harsh treatment, causing a shiver to run down her arched spine. She bit her lip harder, trying to contain her screams of pleasure as you continued to use her like this. You stopped fucking her with the carrot leaving it hang out her poor cunt.

"Do it yourself, you stupid mut." She reached down and picked up the carrot, positioned it at her entrance once again. Hesitantly guiding it back inside herself. Her body trembled as she began to push herself onto the carrot, mimicking your earlier actions. "M-mistress," she whimpered. "Look at you, a dumb bunny."

"Mmmm, yes. I'm your pathetic little toy." She nodded, her face twisted in pure bliss. "You like being stretched out, like a mindless whore?" You teased her. "Oh, yes, it feels amazing, please. Mistress, give me more!" She loudly moaned out.

And more you gave her, as she was mindlessly thrusting the cum drenched carrot in and out of her. You pushed the carrot in the whole way. You grabbed her wrists with one hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the carrot pushing against her deepest walls. A moan of pure ecstasy escaped her lips as she felt herself reaching the brink of orgasm.Wanda's body trembled. her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. You roughly grabbed her soft wrist with one hand and restrained them. Grabbing the pink wand from the nightstand. "Push baby."

Wanda's eyes widened in shock as you touched her hyper sensitive clit with the vibrator, almost causing her to lose her state of mind. She grimaced in pain and pleasure as she tried to push the carrot out while also dealing with the intense sensations. Wanda gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face, as she pushed with all her might., the pleasure to much. But with the vibrator working relentlessly on her poor pink bud, another orgasm apporached fast, sending unbearable pleasure through her. She squirted again, even more powerful. The carrot slid out of her tight pussy with a wet squelching sound. Her screams filling up the room.

Wanda panted heavily, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Her eyes were still glassy and unfocussed, but she gave you a weak smile. "Thank you, Mistress, that was amazing."

You turned the vibrator of stopping the abuse on her clit ans flipped her over onto her hands and knees, presenting her well-fucked pussy to you. She shuddered, still feeling the aftereffects of your incredibly arousing game. Wanda let out a loud yelp as you pulled on her bunny tail plug. her hole contracting around the smooth surface. "Ah fuck." her voice trailed off into a moan as another tremor passed through her.

when you finished taking out the fluffy plug, a long sting of slick hanged from the metal. Wanda whimpered, trying to ignore the ache in her ass, gaping slightly, begging to be filled again. She looked back at you, her eyes pleading for mercy. Her heart was racing, and she could feel herself getting wet again despite the pain and humiliation. Wanda let out a sharp gasp, her body jerking in surprise. The sensation of your tongue against her sensitive flesh sent shivers down her spine, cleaning up her asshole. She tried to push away from you, but your hands held her in place. Her moans turned into soft pleas for more. "Mistress. Please." She whimpered. "Shh bunny, iam going to switch out your tail colour, what do you want?"

"Baby pink."

You opened the nightstand draw to many tails, different shapes, colours, and sizes. You picked out the pink big one, and she shivered as she felt the coolness of the toy against her stretched opening. She bit her lower lip, trying to contain her groans as you began to push it inside her.

"There bunny all done." You kiss the plump flesh of her asscheek. Her ass clenched around the plug, holding it tightly inside her. She collapsed onto the bed, her body finally giving out. "You did so good. You're a good little bunny." You praised picking her up. "Cage or bed after shower?" You asked.

"Bed." She sleepily whispered out.

You scooped her and kissed her sweet lips. Making your way to the bathroom, starting the first step of aftercare. Ready to spoil your precious bunny.

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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #1 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — I thought that this idea would be my smut ice breaker after it popped into my head when listening to some music. I have written smut before but it's been a while, especially in a form for others to read; so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty. This isn't exactly tied to anything particular regarding either Habits or Convict, but you may interpret this x reader however you wish. Have fun with the oneshot! I've tried to keep this as both descriptive and gender neutral as possible, but it may not be as on par with people who have become well accustomed to writing gn smut.

WORD COUNT — 4.2k

READER DISCRETION — Enemies to lovers trope — profanity — wounded reader, mention of scars and blood — semi dom! Wanda and sub! reader & reversal — smut 18+, minors DNI** — angry/aggressive sex — dry humping — bondage — hinted breeding kink — semi-clothed sex — fingering and mouth oral receiving (Wanda recieving) — Wanda is just a tease to reader — maybe dubious consent? (I feel like I should put this in here, just to be safe) — minor choking — talk of marking — potential grammar and punctuation errors — I think that's it?

SUMMARY — Of course this had to happen right before this mission. Wanda Maximoff had to pry inside your mind, searching for who knows what, the little witch did this to you. And now you will cash in on your promise - your one and only warning to her if she ever fucked with your mind: that you'll be a wolf at her door. Little do you know that you're a wolf walking into a trap.

‘Fucking dammit!’

You cringe to hide the snarl snaking up your throat, your palm harshly pressing into the bullet wound at your shoulder. A real fucking close call this time and all because of her. Yes, everything would have been fine had Wanda not pried into your mind, invaded the personal sanctity of your thoughts.

But no. No, she had to just take a little peek didn’t she? And because of that, your mind was elsewhere - distracted - and your cover was blown before you could get the information you needed. In short, the mission was a complete fucking bust. Your report will undoubtedly be met by less than impressed superiors. When they brought you on, they expected the job done.

It was your way to operate. You always got the job done successfully. Has Wanda purposely sabotaged you? Is that her goal?

You’re planning to confront her on the matter right now. You had stumbled all the way back to the compound because the car you took there was blown to pieces when you were compromised. Tony wasn’t going to be very pleased about that either. Shit, it’s like she’s trying to get everyone against you.

‘Who does she think she is? Fucking me over like this!’

You enter the compound, the main level vacant except the night shift receptionist. She glances up at you and the sheer gasp of horror from her, you point a finger at her. “I’m fucking fine,” you snarl as you strut past her. Your hand leaves your shoulder to the large cut across your stomach. You allow a pained whimper to escape when you enter the privacy of the elevator to take you up to your chosen floor.

Your ears ring in the deafening silence, breath fast paced and light. The wounds were of no dire measure to pay a trip to the medical ward. They only fuelled your anger towards Wanda. Ever since you first joined the team, Wanda always had a way to test your limits and push your buttons.

It was just a common sight to see you both butting heads, whether that was during missions or at the compound. You both were always at each other, hackles raised and snarky comments. Of course, what was your conflict but a cover up to fatal attraction? That was the running theory of your fellow teammates, anyway. Never would you admit anything to them in any case.

Wanda was a pain in your arse as much as you were a mongrel to her.

Ah, that word: mongrel. Wanda favoured the use of that word for you. It was her name for you. The way you feel the fur beneath your skin bristle each time she calls you that is the reason why you now have to wear a shock collar. Anytime that the device would detect your body’s indicating factors of shifting, the shock would startle you and evade the transformation.

Was it humane? No, not really. But did it give Wanda the power to only torment you further without repercussions? You fucking bet it did.

The elevator pings and the doors open with a faint whoosh as you arrive on your floor. You immediately make your way towards her dormitory, which by incident, is temporarily yours as well.

There was a small situation last week that left your own dormitory in such a wreck that Tony had you bunk with Wanda until he could fix and reinstate stronger materials to withstand your rage episodes.

And you have only one person to blame for that particular incident.

Your fist pounds on the door enough to shake it against the hinges. Your key didn’t work. She had the security chain engaged to keep you out. You can hear her inside, her voice is soft and fuck, if it didn’t aggravate you anymore than you already were it surely made something in your abdomen twitch and churn.

‘That little–’

“Wanda!” you bark behind bared teeth, fangs pronounced in the mix of your frustration, you pound on the door again. “Open this fucking door, now!”

After a moment, and she was taking her time, you can hear the leisurely patter of her feet as she opens the door for you. She stands before you and the scent hits you. For a few seconds it disorientates you, you huff to regain control of your senses.

“You fucking bitch,” you rasp, voice laced with your utter disdain for the woman who stood in your way; blocking your path.

Her eyes were smirking first before the corner of her lips twitched into position. “How was the mission, mongrel?”

“A bust, thanks to you.” You growl down at her as you brush beside her to let yourself in. She closes and locks the door.

“Why’d you do it, Wanda?” You watch her as she walks past you. When she doesn’t answer, you snatch hold of her wrist as you ask her again, tone far more venomous than before.

“I didn’t do anything.” She pulls her wrist from your grip and continues on her merry way.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, witch! You did it on purpose, I know you did.” You point at her accusingly, the shake in your arm causes a streak of pain to shoot through your shoulder and you yelp. You press a blood stained glove to it again, teeth clenched hard that your jaw flexes.

Wanda holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Right, blame me, of course that’s the logical thing to do. You just can’t admit that you failed to do the job.”

That’s struck a deep nerve because you’re pulled away from your original plan to grab a glass and your whiskey and head for the shower. Instead, you engage Wanda. Your hands encircle her wrists and the entirety of your body pins her against the back of the couch.

The aftershock of the collar is a distant sting in the heat of the moment. Wanda is close, so close against you that with a breathy intake of air, her breasts push up into your ribcage. She eyes the vibrant hue of your glowing eyes.

Still, she silently denies she had anything to do with it. Did she do it on purpose? You have to know.

“You– you read my fucking mind, Maximoff!” you hiss your accusation, “I told you to keep your magic away from there, but no, you had to go poking around.”

Your hands move to grip her forearms and for the first time ever, she flinches. Your breath hitches in your throat and the glow dissipates from your eyes.

There was much more you wanted to say. But the way her body flinched beneath your iron grip, how for a sliver of a second you swear you saw the ember of fear. Did you really scare her?

But then why did she smell like that?

‘Fuck, she smells like…’

With a deep breath through your nose, you lean forward until your lips brush the shell of her ear. “Stay out of my head, Maximoff.”

‘No.’

The glow returns to your eyes and the urge to shift right there crawls beneath, it feels like your skin is on fire. The collar whirrs in warning to keep your transformation at bay, lest you need another shocking reminder.

“Wanda–”

“So you’re really going to ignore the fact you heard me moaning your name before?” You hear the challenge in her light, accented voice.

The animalistic growl in your throat ceases immediately, eyes wide and despite your dominating position, you feel like the one under her. She smirks again. “Come on, what’s wrong?”

She arches her neck - baring it to you - as she tries to press her lips to your own ear. She whispers with a sultry purr. “Don’t you want to mark me anymore, Wolf?”

Now it was your turn to be the one that flinches. Why is she doing this?

You retract yourself swiftly as if she caused you some semblance of physical pain that made you release her. In some form, she did. That pang of arousal deep within you begins to awaken and you don’t like the smug look on her face as she sits herself up.

She tries to act cute and innocent when she is anything but that. But her eyes compel you with the flutter of her dark lashes. Was she casting a spell on you?

You back off slowly, eyes trained on her as she takes one step forward. Then another. And another few after that. You watch her hand gingerly play with the tight knot of her short, silky bathrobe. Only now did you realise exactly how short it was on her, the hem of it grazing just above the middle of her thighs. No wonder her scent was so strong, there were barely any layers to conceal it.

She wanted this to happen.

“You know what they say about us,” she tries but you’re quick to shut it down. “There is nothing between us.” Your conviction is absolute on the matter. Even if there was a hint of attraction towards the woman in front of you, surely the others would have something to say about it; all of which would disapprove. You’d not gained a wisdom linking you to your supposed mate which gave you ample opportunity to sleep with whoever and however many you wanted.

But you never did. You continue to stare at Wanda, unblinking with a narrowed gaze. She shakes her head. Of course, she isn’t going to take your word for it easily. No, like always, she would fight you over it.

“But you want there to be.” She sounds so sure of herself. She is still stalking towards you. When did you become a prey and her the hunter? You give no response and this only gives her more power to do as she sees fit.

“If it weren’t for that collar around your neck, you would have me bent over the couch right now.” You hold a hand out as you call for her to stop. She halts in her advance, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. She flutters those lashes again and your breath feels heavy, swollen because of your conflicted arousal and confusion.

“That is one of your fantasies, isn’t it?”

“I said stop,” you warn, slowly lowering your hand, “whatever you’re playing at right now, I want no part.” You see her lips fall open as she offers a toothy grin. “I’m just trying to understand why you fight this.”

“I’m not fighting anything,” you say quickly with a shake of your head. “No?” she purrs lowly with a quirk of her brow. Shrugging, she raises a hand up. “Then you won’t fight this.”

The ambient glow of her magic orbits around her hand as she swipes her arm to the side. Your brows furrow and mouth falls agape, the clicking of your belt looped around your tactical pants is quick before the strap of leather is flying to the side, to some forgotten corner of the common area.

Your eyes that bore witness to your belt coming undone fly up to meet Wanda’s, a protest on the tip of your tongue, you’re stopped short when you’re knocked back. Your arse, which you expect to get planted on the floor, is instead caught by one of the dining table’s chairs. Your arms are restrained by her magic to keep them pinned behind you.

“W-Wanda, what are you–”

She shushes you while she catches up to you, her steps slow and methodical. Her stare penetrates the darkest recess of your soul and you recoil beneath it. The pain of your wounds as they begin their process of healing are long forgotten now. You have other things to worry about, how much Wanda actually knows about you and what she intends to do with you.

“I want you to admit it,” she hums in a low whisper that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. She was playing on your fantasies. The fucking witch.

“Admit what?” You force the words out through the biting of your clenched jaws.

“That there is something between us. That each time we fight it’s because we’re denying that attraction. That the wolf needs me to satiate its appetite because we both know I am the only thing that can.”

Wanda stands between the gap of your spread legs, she swipes her hand quickly and the lapels of your coat and tactical vest are torn open by the will of her magic. You exhale sharply, a growl pulling through your teeth as you glare at Wanda between the narrowed slits of your eyes. She drinks in the sight of your bare chest before her, the way each of the muscles flex beneath the skin, the heat of your body practically rising off your skin like hot springs. The red streaks of blood from your wound peeking out just beneath the fabric of your gear.

“Wanda.” You’re panting now, anger turned into the vulnerability that was your aroused state of mind.

That was why you never gave into those temptations. Why you dismiss that flirtatious bartender at every turn whenever she sees you in that bar, why those who have asked for your number, you give them either the number of some Chinese takeout restaurant or even one of your teammates.

The threat of such vulnerability and intimacy was too great of a target on your back. She moves to straddle your lap, hands pressed to your exposed chest.

“Admit it,” she says again and you snarl at her. “Never! There’s nothing to admit!”

She giggles then and rolls her hips forward and down against your crotch.

“F-fuck!” you stutter, your arms and chest strain forward but Wanda has you contained. Trapped. Like some common dog. A mongrel.

“Still nothing between us?” she asks, voice laden with a soft whimper, her purpose is to make you crack; to give in and admit to everything she knows. As if lying would spurn her when she knows the truth.

Why does she want you to admit it so badly? Because she wants to torment you, it’s so simple.

“N-no,” you grunt only to hiss beneath your breath when she rolls her hips again, this time with more pressure. You swear you feel the pulsing of her clit against the coarse fabric of your pants.

You do all you can to refrain from bucking your hips or else you were done for.

“So you mean to tell me that you haven’t fantasised about…,” she trails off with a pout of her lips, feigning that innocent look of contemplation. “For fuck’s sake,” you drawl as your head falls back.

She’s killing you. Slowly but surely she is killing you.

She continues, “being out here in the kitchen, late at night, drinking your whiskey alone before I come out here in a short, little bathrobe…”

‘Oh… fuck.’

That was a recent fantasy.

Her fingers drag down the ravine of your heated skin on show for her to then fiddle with the two threads that held her bathrobe together. “Wearing this?” You shouldn’t have looked but fucking hell, you were always the a little too curious for your own good.

She’s tugged the knot loose and lets the silky fabric roll off her shoulders and down to her elbows. If this was all to be considered as some strange, aroused induced coincidence then that is out the window now. Because there is no fucking way she knew to pick a lingerie set in your favourite colour.

You tilt your chin toward her only slightly and let your glowing eyes take in her form. The moment she arches her neck the slightest is when you lose it.

You lunge your neck forward, your canines bared and at the ready to mark the junction between neck and shoulder, to litter her neck with dark bruises so she wouldn’t be able to hide them. But you’re stopped short yet again in your advance. Her magic prevents you, mere inches away. To top it all off, she chuckles.

She’s cracked you.

You growl, the sound husky and deep in your chest.

“Fucking– let me–” Your muscles strain and flex as you fight the barrier of her magic to no avail. She tuts you softly, moving herself slightly forward so that her arms push her breasts up to elevate her cleavage to become more pronounced. Damn her. She continues to roll her hips in a slowed motion, riding you out into your confession.

“Shall I continue?”

“No!” The single word sends a thrilling chill down her spine. “Then admit it.”

“No,” you answer again, this time with a more levelled tone.

Her fingers move to the fly of your pants as you let out a confused whine as she loosens them slightly. Her palm presses flush against the junction between your thighs and you moan. And that sound is the most exquisite sound Wanda has ever heard you make. For a battle-hardened wolf, wild and untamed and a proven danger to the public, nobody would suspect that you were capable of such noises. But Wanda knew.

Her palm is small in comparison to you, and as much force as she uses now there is a level of delicacy she retains. Your resolve is crumbling quickly. You jolt forward again with your mouth ajar to mark her but she stops you and arches back.

“Let me have you!”

“I’ll let you have me, play out all your little fantasies with me. But I want you to indulge in mine, first. So… admit it and I’m all yours.”

Was she fucking serious? This is her fantasy? Well, you never expected her to be into something like this. “Ah, fuck…” She hears your mumbling, any moment now you are about to surrender.

She just needs to push that last little bit.

“Just think about it, Wolf,” she whispers, lips dancing over yours, one of her hands placing a single finger between your lips to keep them from meeting. “I’m all yours if you just say it. Tell me what I want to hear, and you can have your little midnight snack right here. You can have me over the couch, in the shower and in your bed until the tousled sheets smell of nothing but sex.”

Fuck, where did she learn to talk so filthy?

“I can’t,” you say behind a heavy pant. She whines quietly in your ear as her other hand that’s palming you stops, but her hips continue to roll against that sensitive region. At this point, you’re chasing your climax right there. Who knows if she will keep to her word after she indulges in her twisted fantasy.

You shift your eyes to watch her hand that rests between your bodies and you almost lose yourself to your high. Her hand dips beneath the lacey fabric of her lingerie, her fingers sliding over her folds and thumb rolling her clit in circles; all of which is left to the beauty of your imagination.

“Wanda, don’t test me!” Your words are a command; a warning that she doesn’t heed. “But this is a test.” Your brows furrow, confusion etched into your face. “To see if you can be broken in.”

Was that all you were to her? Something to be broken in?

She begins to make those sounds again. The same chorus of moans and pleas with your name as a choked gasp on the edge of her vocals. You overheard her masturbating when you first banged on the door to be let in.

And she was doing it to the thought of you.

“Wanda!” you hiss, your hips finally buck up to meet the hunger of her own that roll with such fervour, you believe she was so close to getting off right there in your lap. “Y/N, oh f-fuck, Y/N!” she gasps out, “right there, just like that– oh shit!”

“Fuck, I admit it!”

Everything stops all at once and your chest heaves numerous times. The air is thick to your lungs and each intake makes you feel like you’re drowning more than anything. Wanda stares at you, silently, her eyes searching yours when you finally look back at her beneath that wolfish glare. How that stare made her wet in her panties every time.

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” You scowl at her teasing words. The moment you feel her magic cease is when you pin her against the dining table behind her. She props herself up on her elbows, the loose fabric of her robe still clinging to her form but she was exposed in that cute lingerie set.

Like a hungry wolf, your tongue licks over your teeth and along the top of your lips. You groan as her aroused scent wafts up, the smell irresistible.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” She chuckles beneath her airy breaths. “It was the only way to get you to confess.”

Your hand clasps hold of her throat. Oh, how you love the look of fear and lust on her face all at once. It was a sight only you would get to see. “And I have a million ways to ruin you,” you growl lowly, “now you’re in my fantasy, Maximoff and if you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into by letting the wolf at your door inside, then you know I’m always rough.”

“I’m counting on it,” she wheezes behind the firm pressure you apply to her throat. “Good. Now keep them spread, Maximoff or you’ll learn what rough is real quick.”

She does as you say and spreads her legs open and you sink to your knees, even then given your height difference, you are at perfect level with her soaked cunt, the large, dark patch evident of how badly she wanted this all along. This whole time.

Your clawed fingers none too gently rip the panties aside, fabric tearing from the sheer force of it. Wanda’s hands find themselves clenching fistfuls of your hair, tugging you in closer with a needy whimper of your name.

Her legs hook over your shoulders, mewling when you pepper her inner thighs with kisses and playful bites with your sharp canines, a rumble of a groan reverberating between her legs causes her to quiver. “Y/N, please!” she pleads.

“Ooh, what’s this?” you chuckle, “don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll give you a taste.”

You slide a finger past her slick folds, her walls tighten around your single digit. You groan when her moan makes her pussy clench your finger tighter. “Shit, Wanda, I’ve barely done a thing yet.”

“Then do something!” she hisses and you give her that same, wolfish glare. “D-don’t look at me like– ahh!”

She is at your mercy now when you begin thrusting your finger back and forth, soon adding another two through the folds. She whines and moans, cursing your name and praising your work. When you pull your now slick covered fingers from her pussy, she tries to protest but the replacement is swift; and in her lust-ridden opinion, far better. Her eyes roll back and she lays flat on her back against the table as your tongue laps at her cunt, tip teasing the bud of nerves. You growl again and fuck, if she didn’t make the sexiest, neediest sound ever at that. You continue with what’s working at getting your little witch off. Her breath comes in short pants and her legs quiver as they move to circle around your head. Her fingers curl tighter against your roots as she chokes out, “I-I’m cum–cumming!”

You purr against the flood of her orgasm, lapping her divine juices up with your tongue. She breathes heavily for a moment in regaining her composure. You pull your head, albeit, struggling to pry her hands and legs from around you, you crash your lips against hers. The kiss is passionate, fuelled by hunger shared by both parties. Her mouth invites you and you gladly force your tongue past her parted lips, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

You rut your hips between her still spread legs and they envelop you, encouraging the rocking motion with eagerness. “I still fucking hate that you read my mind and all,” you mumble into the kiss.

‘Even when I say that I've also thought about carrying your pups?’

Your smirk with a coarse chuckle, dark in its intentions and your eyes glow that colour that brings Wanda to her knees. “Naughty witch, don’t test me there. Those will be my pups you're swollen with.”

She tilts her head again but this time, you see no intent to tease in her eyes. No intent to…

“This isn’t a test.”

Fucking hell, that wolfish smirk of yours could make anyone wet at the drop of a hat. Too bad for others, because Wanda had you wrapped around her witchy, little finger that danced with magic.

Magic that just so happens to unlock the shackle around your neck. Well, the wolf at the door is now off its chain.

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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wandasverison · 3 months

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in which reader is the sorcerer supreme. it’s that ONE scene at kamar-taj. 18+(ish)

“i need the darkhold spells, you are the sorcerer supreme, tell me what you know.”

you spit blood that almost chokes you before snarling, “you’ll have to kill me, witch.” because you’d simply rather her end you, than know how hard you’ve been yearning for her touch. she’s not wanda, that’s not the same avenger you used to know.

“oh, but that’s not what you want me to do is it?” she smirks and strides toward you, taking your chin in her dominant hand. the witch tugs on your face, pulling it to look at hers but you do everything in your power not to make eye contact. the tips of her fingers almost burn from the lust you’re trying to push away, finally being this close to the woman you’ve watched take down the worst villains. but now, she’s the villain and you’re her salacious little prey.

“you may have power y/n, but don’t forget, you’ve said it yourself, i am a being of unfathomable magic.” her hand extends from your chin to your throat, and she begins to grip you so tight, you’re pulled up to your feet for any air.

an involuntary shiver runs over you and she chuckles at your compromising position. when both of your eyes finally meet, you see the red flaming pupils, a ravishing grin smothering her face, “i know you don’t want me to kill you, y/n, you want me to fuck you.”

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wandaspup · 21 days

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🥴😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴😵‍💫🥴

#elizabeth olsen #the woman that you are #wanda x fem!reader #degrade and humiliate me #dark wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x y/n

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angelanderson · 1 month

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give you what you need

— w. maximoff ☆ her girl au

with only one thing that could fix your morning, both you and wanda are desperate. you know your mommy will usually give you what you want… you just have to ask.

first extra for the her girl series!!I while wanda does have mostly unmentioned powers still, it is very much an au. all fluff (this time) MINORS DNI. cw: inherently unhealthy dynamics due to the nature of this series, finger sucking, mention of (past) spanking, soft dark mommy!wanda. mostly comfort!!!! edited-ish. *not an ageplay series. reader is fully an adult and thinks like one*

tapping her freshly manicured nails on the counter, wanda watches you like a hawk as you contemplate your next move. the witch has been dreading your impending meltdown since she woke up her grumpy girl this morning. it took a promise of blueberry pancakes for breakfast for you to verbalize that your issue was a poor night’s worth of sleep. unfortunately for the older woman, pancakes didn’t bring up your mood, nor did an offering of a relaxing bubble bath, one of your favorite times things.

tears threaten to spill down your checks as you try to soothe yourself. no longer wanting to sit by wanda, you’ve found the cool kitchen tiles to be more appealing. usually, you always want your mommy, especially when you’re upset, but the sheer exhaustion you feel has you acting out. no amount of appealing offers from the woman has been enough to placid you.

wanda gives it five more minutes before she steps in again; she can’t bear to see you like this. she approaches you as if you’re some wild animal that’s afraid. “dorogaya, why don’t you come with mommy, hmm? let’s fix those tears”, her voice comes out sweet as honey.

you’ve been so stubborn all morning, but the way wanda is looking at you is making your façade slowly slip. worrying at your bottom lip, you weigh your options— you know from past experience that she is not afraid to make you give in. thirty more seconds pass before you make your way into her arms, giving into her. you can faintly here her whisper how you’re a good girl as your shove your face into her shoulder.

as wanda tries to coax you out of her shoulder, she notices that you’ve shoved some of your fingers past your lips. since the day you met, even in your previous life as equals in a relationship, she has been trying to break you of the habit. “oh dove, what has mommy said about sucking on your fingers?”

“that ‘m not supposed to,” you messily say as you continue to refuse to remove them from your mouth. ever since you could remember, which was not much now, you’ve found comfort in self-soothing by having something in your mouth.

tsking, the witch gently coaxes your fingers out of your mouth. she ignores the cry you let out— how could she be a good mommy if she wasn’t consistent with you? she doesn’t let you pitch the fit she knows is coming. “dorogaya, come upstairs now. maybe mommy will let you get cozy in her bed, hmm?” even with sweetness, her tone leaves no room for argument.

it’s rare for her to go against her usual protocols; it’s how she keeps you in check. unbeknownst to you, wanda is willing to give into what she knows you secretly want if there’s a chance it’ll change your mood. when you’re grumpy, you’re grumpy. however, the almost promise of being able to nap in wanda’s room has your brain spinning enough that you don’t argue as she leads you to the stairs. so busy reeling with excitement, you don’t hear her sighs of relief as you two walk up together.

wanting to show your mommy that you can be her good girl again, you wait by her bedroom door, albeit antsy as you wait for her to catch up. you have quickly learned to mind not entering her bedroom or study without explicit permission. it only took two spankings that ended in loud cries to cement the rule in your brain. wanda clearly notices your commitment to her rules as she reaches the top. proudness fills her chest as she realizes how far you’ve both come from the start of this new life.

the soft smile gracing her lips has you like putty in her hands— you love nothing more than pleasing her. you eagerly let her guide you into her bedroom. you don’t pay much mind as she finds some new clothes for you to wear; she has a rule against dirty clothes in bed. while you haven’t been outside to play yet, your pajama top is tear stained and has a dash of dried pancake batter. you decide on the white chair in the corner as your place to perch until she’s ready for you.

too into your own world, your fingers find their way back into your mouth. your sudden push back into reality is caused by wanda’s grip on your wrist. your head snaps up to meet wanda’s cocked eyebrow; she’s not amused. while you let wanda remove your hand, you still let out a pitiful whine to let her know you’re not happy. wanda chooses to acknowledge it this time.

“less whining, milaya”, she scolds you. her hand reaches up getting ready to pull your top off. instead of letting wanda change your top, you impulsively slap her hand away.

you regret the second your hand makes contact with her hand. a red glow fills her eyes before you can even think about stuttering out an apology. as soon as the glow consumed her, it ends. a feat that has you feeling emotional whipslash. she beats you at another chance to speak first.

“mommy knows you’re only acting out because you’re tired, isn’t that right, milaya?” her grip tightens on your wrist as she speaks lowkey, “so mommy knows that you’re going to act right starting now. isn’t that right?”

that’s when it hits you: you’ve pushed wanda over the edge today. you know just how mean your mommy can be when you don’t listen. you immediately agree with her, “‘m really sorry! promise it!” to prove your point, your arms reach over your shoulders to quickly take off your shirt. wanda’s hum of approval lets you know you’re back in the clear… for now.

you let wanda change you like a doll after that— you’ll do anything to avoid the red glow from coming back. lucky for you, she grabbed the sweater you always nuzzle your face into when she wears it. it’s another not-so-noticeable way she’s helping keep you manageable this late morning. the soft texture keeps you like putty in her hands as she lays you down in her cloud-like bed. you’ve always been a sucker for soft things.

“my sweet girl, doing so good for me now,” the older woman coos out. feeling the bed dip, you move over some so she can rest with you. your haze filled mind has you reeling in the extra praise. when you don’t reply, wanda gets the hint about how floaty you’re feeling, “okay milaya, let’s rest now, hmm? mommy’s here with you.”

you nuzzle your way into her arms, letting her know you’re in agreement with her. you stay that way for a solid five minutes as she rubs your back in gentle circles. the sixth minute is when your need for a specific comfort comes back. you look back and forth between wanda and your fingers. so shyly, you finally speak up, “…mommy? um, i want some fingers?” you add on, “please!”

wanda doesn’t understand at first. she isn’t sure why you’d be horny right now— you never are after being reprimanded where her red glow comes out. she sighs, “not right now. maybe mommy’ll fuck you later tonight if you can be good for me.”

the look on your face let’s her know that is not what you meant. it takes all but two more seconds for it to click: you want something back in your mouth. wanda knows the tears that would come had she said no. the reprimanding is silly anyways, she thinks. while your oral fixation is only a newer appearance, she’s sure it can’t hurt for now. she would much rather save her energy for when truly you’re acting out, anyways. so she agrees, “yes, you may. such a silly rule anyways, hmm? you’re being my good girl.”

the praise has you craving something different: her fingers. it’s not something you’ve shown interest in before. but in your hazy state nothing sounds more comforting. what’s not to like? it’s attention for your mommy and a fix to your need.

the haziness makes it hard for the words to spill out of your lips. the mix of frustration over it and exhaustion have you teetering towards irritation again. wanda can see it in the way you scrunch up your face. always your savior, she steps in. “hush, dove. take a deep breath and try again.”

“i, um— i want your fingers. please!” you rush the words out so quickly that wanda almost doesn’t catch it. you’re still getting used to asking for what you what without being shy about it. while she typically would make you slow down, she can’t deny you any longer.

“well, since you said please”, she teases you. she mentally rolls her eyes at the huff you let out at her teasing.

you don’t have any time to make a quick remark back as two manicured fingers find their way to your bottom lip, slowing tracing it. a full drowsiness takes over your body. you quickly part your lips, welcoming her to stop the teasing. luckily, she gets your hint as she lets her fingers past your cherry lips. a wave of comfort comes over you as you wrap your lips around her fingers.

every sucking motion has you falling deeper and deeper into your cozy headspace. the exhaustion no longer feels world ending; it’s less overwhelming now. the comfort you’ve been craving all morning has finally found its way to you. everything she gives you just makes you feel so good!

being the good girl you are, you decide it’s only polite to thank her. after all, wanda does like it best when you mind your manners. “thank you ‘ommy”, you try to thank her, but the words come out messy due to the fingers in your mouth.

“don’t talk with things in your mouth. it’s not polite,” even with you being sweet, she just can’t help but tease you. she giggles when you whine in response. “okay, okay. i’m sorry, baby. let’s get you to sleep now, hmm?”

she sushes your whine, instead going to play with your hair the way she knows you like. wanda internally cheers as your eyes start to flutter shut. the grip of your lips on her fingers starts to loosen as the next few minutes go on. she can’t get herself to start her other tasks when you just look so adorable for her. she allows herself to stay until your breathing has completely evened.

had you been awake, you would see a flurry of red hair moving as slow as possible in order to not wake you. she can’t help but sneak a kiss on your forehead before she leaves her bedroom in order to go to pick some of the fresh fruit you’re obsessed with from the garden as a snack for later. a whisper fills the air as she slowly closes the door behind her, “silly girl, you just have to ask. you know mommy likes to give you what you want when you’re behaving.”

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