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Shopping date
Dark! Wanda Maximoff x reader
Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆
Summary- how could you be so silly as to lose your cards?
Warnings- manipulation, dark! Wanda, obsessive Wanda, unhealthy obsession, potential Stockholm syndrome?, not proofread!!, coercion, gaslighted, darkthemes, I'd say some parts contain a little fluff
Wordcount - 1.8k
A/n-this is my first side part for craving you!!! This has little link to main series so can be read separately if you want but I would recommend reading all of it!! Inspired by a comment by @mrsmothermaximoff
You'd been meaning to pay Wanda back for something, anything really. Despite how casual she acted about you just living with her rent free and essentially doing nothing of any great contribution all day you still felt this nagging shameful feeling that tugged at your chest everyday, everytime she paid for you at a restaurant, bought you something she thought looked cute or let you borrow her clothes when yours seemed to go missing.
You felt awful.
Watching her pay for you and provide for you. Your whole life you'd never relied on anyone for anything. Never felt like you'd owed anyone anything. Rarely ever been in any kind of debt but now you owed Wanda everything. But she was so unwilling to ever let you pay her back, always insisting things were no trouble for her, of course they weren't have you seen that woman's paycheck? Telling you to save your money for better things. Making sure you never had to lift a finger for anything you desired.
This was different though. When you first moved in you'd practically begged Wanda to let you atleast pay for groceries and how she couldn't resist how you looked when you begged. So reluctantly, and with a backup plan, she agreed to let you do the weekly grocery shop and pay with your own money. Which for some stupid reason you'd been very responsible with and had a large amount in savings which could easily buy the two of you groceries for a few years.
Wanda did not want to wait a few years for you to come to the end of the money you had saved before gaining a little more power over you. She wanted it now. And Wanda gets what Wanda wants even when she has to play dirty, which she did often.
A rough plan she had concocted the day you'd practically forced her to let you pay for things was to get rid of your debit card in some way. It couldn't be too obvious but she still had to be your Knight in shining armour and save the day for you when you couldn't pay. She couldn't bare the thought of you embarrassedly leaving the shops after not having a way to pay, no she didn't want that for you. She wanted to swoop in and offer to pay.
Around two months maybe three had passed since you started buying groceries. You'd made a set schedule of it by now, you went Friday mornings around 10:30am when the shops were quiet so you could buy your groceries in peace without worrying about running over someone's child with your trolley. Occasionally Wanda came with you but not all that often. You assumed as ceo of her own company she'd have better things to do than go round the supermarket and also partly that she wasn't interested by it, that she didn't actually ever care what you bought as long as you liked it.
Wanda awoke early this particular Friday about 5:00am sharp and was careful as she got off the bed not to wake you, though she doubted she would, you were the heaviest sleeper she'd ever met. It was lucky she was looking out for you then, without her God knows what could happen to you while you were asleep. Before leaving the room she took a quick picture of your sleeping body, head firmly in the pillow and legs wrapped around the duvet half in and half out of it. How cute. She thought as she left gazing at the picture.
Once downstairs she located your handbag, a stylish one she'd gifted you when you worked in the office. Wanda took note of how tatty it was now. Scuffed and marked up. Definitely time to get you a new bag, she can't have her darling going out looking rough. Your bag was always fairly empty so she had no trouble finding your purse in it. Upon opening the purse Wanda took out any large bills and both your debit and credit card from within before closing up your purse and placing your bag back where it was originally sat.
Now the money was easy. Crisp paper bills burnt quickly in her ornate fireplace and brought warmth to the somewhat cold living room, you'd appreciate this warmth when you eventually woke up. Wanda knew this after all she knew everything about you.
The cards were a little tricker that the notes but nothing she couldn't handle as she quickly had another idea. Cutting up your card into tiny minced up indistinguishable pieces and then tossing them in a bin outside that you'd never look in. Wanda was left feeling... proud of her work. She felt like this was well a complished and you'd never be any the wiser. Not that you'd ever dream of accusing Wanda anyway, she was your saviour after all. Your were too clueless to ever once look past her charismatic facade. Too stupid, naive, gullible, dumb.
You woke up to an empty and cold bed a few hours later. Waking up alone always made you feel so awful but you could never guess why. It's not like you and Wanda were dating.. we're you? You brushed the thoughts away, she's just being kind she'd never think of someone like you like that, you tell yourself as you stretch and make the bed.
Later in the morning, you and Wanda were both being chauffeured to the supermarket. Whenever Wanda wasn't around to drive you or couldn't be bothered to drive she'd have you driven around by a private chauffeur who you knew little about. When you asked Wanda she only gave you vague answers saying the chauffeur called herself N and that was all you needed to know apparently.When you drove with N the car was always ominously quiet Wanda occasionally speaking in what felt like code to her and occasionally asking simple questions about how you felt.
Thankfully the supermarket was only a couple of miles away so the drive was over quicker than most.
When Wanda went shopping with you it was quite a different experience to shopping alone. She'd walk ahead of you almost protectively into the supermarket and then would make sure the entire trip round she was by your side at all times, leaving no room for you to sidle off or get lost. Despite what could be described as a dominant presence she never stopped you putting whatever you wanted in the trolley. If you believe the two of you needed that much dry spaghetti or fizzy sodas who was she to argue. I mean it was your money so she reasoned to have little to no input even if she despised some things you added to the trolley. She'd only really comment if you were going to hit something with your trolley, you were lucky you had someone to look out for your clumsiness, or if she also liked something you were putting in the trolley. Other than that she engaged in simple talk with you, she found your small world of excitements and thoughts cute. After all she had curated that small world.
Today was no different. If something was off, which it was. You'd be none the wiser as Wanda kept exactly to her act as she always did. Talking to you about favourite crisp flavours, laughing at your rant about creepy food mascots and helping you guide the trolley. Going round the shops together you felt some sense of domestic bliss even of you kept telling yourself you weren't dating Wanda it definitely felt that way and looked that way. The way her hand would occasionally glide across your back. Her lingering gazes. To anyone not so oblivious they would have thought you two had been dating for months.
Getting to the checkouts you placed your items in your own specific order on the conveyer belt. Wanda deciding to help out with the heavier things, she didn't want you to strain yourself for no reason. All was normal as it would be.
"Cash or card?" You were awoken from your daze of frantically bagging when the cashier spoke suddenly. Opening your purse it felt a little lighter than it should do usually.
"Cash." You responded while looking down into your purse. There was no cash. But you were so sure you'd taken cash out last week at the bank. Still the empty purse stared back.
"You alright darling?" Wanda's voice broke the panic building in you as you looked up at her calm smile while feeling instantly reassured. You nodded in response, a small but firm smile planted on your face as you spoke again.
"Uh.. can I pay card actually." The cashier smiled and nodded before pulling out a card machine. You sifted throught many a gift and reward card sitting in your purse many times awkwardly as a queue began to form before realising your cards weren't there. Your cards were gone. Gone. And you were none the wiser to where.
Your breathing began to pick up as you made eye contact with impatient customers behind as your braced yourself to have to put everything back. "I-..uh- I."
Wanda had been watching your small meltdown confidently until she heard your voice break. The moment she knew it was her time to save you, again.
"Don't worry I've got it." Before you could object she'd swiped her card across the scanner and begun picking up the bags for you and leading your slightly shaking figure away from the tills.
"Come on sweetie. What was going on back there?" She murmured in a tone so sweet you could've got diabetes. Before she could continue speaking you wrapped yourself around her arm. As if it was ab instinct more than a choice. "Oh.. it's okay darling we all make mistakes. I'm sure you'll find your money. You probably just misplaced it. Your such a klutz sometimes detka." You just dumbly nodded as she pulled you into the back of the car staying completely wrapped around her the whole way home, still shaken from the store.
Your cards and cash never did show up and at somepoint you gave up looking. It was clear for whatever reason they were gone and you weren't going to find them. Wanda gave you her card to keep buying the groceries on.. for now, I mean we can't have some klutz who loses her own money handling the ceos cards and shopping.. it'd be better if you stayed home. But Wanda wouldn't push it on you all at once, she knew you needed time yo adjust to using her money all the time. To being reliant on someone. To being reliant on her.
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You Don't Have to Pretend 3
Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Established Kidnapping, Attempted Suicide, Dark!Wanda, Mind Manipulation, Mind Control
Summary: An escape attempt failed, Wandas plan being set into motion
Word Count: 1.5k
Part 1 and Part 2
Y/n's Pov
Wanda was sat beside me with a small smirk as I ate her delicious paprikash. It tasted just like I remembered from years ago.. Before the blip before she went insane.. before when we were friends and I had a crush on her..
"You're such a good girl, aren't you? You'll be my good girl from now on right y/n?" Wanda mumbled into my ear before she started stroking my thigh
I swallowed another bite before I hesitantly opened my mouth. "...why did you do this, Wanda?" I asked, setting the spoon down, Wanda sighed, clearly disappointed by the question, and her hand stilled
"Because I love you y/n, the world doesn't deserve your pure soul.." She smiled at me and picked up the spoon opting to feed me herself "Eat up please, I don't want you to die my love" She told me and I slowly opened my mouth to let her feed me, I felt a little drowsy no doubt Wanda's doing either she's used her powers on me again or the paprikash is drugged.
"What was her name?" I asked quietly after swallowing the food she had fed me, Wanda frowned and took my hand, holding it up enough so I saw the ring she had created
"See this ring, baby? It's the ring I gave you. You are mine. Not hers. Or anyone else's, Mine." Wanda said lowly, all because I asked what her name was. but I knew I was someone's girlfriend… was I? My mind felt fogged up and mushy.
"I'm sorry wanda…" I apologised looking down at my lap
"I know, sweet, it's okay. I forgive you!" She smiled and then got up from the table. "You eat up, okay? I'm gonna go check something, be good baby," She told me, then walked out of the cabin, I pushed the bowl away and got up from the table
Trying to escape would surely be futile, Wanda has no doubt taken me somewhere only she'd be able to find so if I can't escape I'd escape a different way, killing myself. I've had enough anyway, in the past 5 years I've tried to kill myself only once, I was stopped by…. Kathy? No no… her name was something different.. but she saved me and promised if I lived to the next Thursday we'd go out and watch any movie I wanted, and that's how she saved me. We ended up dating and then founded an animal shelter together… I think
I walked into the kitchen and went through the drawers until I found a large knife, I took it and went to the bathroom where I locked the door, and I sat by the bathtub.
I started off by cutting my wrists, then along my arms, and then I shakily pulled the knife away and stabbed it into my abdomen, I muffled my scream with the hoodie I was wearing.
I slumped down against the bath letting the knife stick out for a moment before I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out drawing another scream from myself, there was a small pool of blood starting to form on the floor and I smiled to myself letting my head lull to the side, then I heard wanda enter the house
"Y/n?" she called out, I didn't Answer, the longer it takes her to find me, the less time she has to attempt to save me. "Y/n!" I heard her hurried footsteps go around the small cabin until she tried the bathroom door "y/n, open the door" her voice was calm but even if I wanted to, which I don't. I couldn't open the door.
"No.." I slurred slightly, my eyes felt heavier
"Fine." Wanda grumbled before the door handle went red, and the door opened to reveal Wanda. When she saw what I had done, she looked horrified "y/n...Oh my god- what did you do?!" She asked fanatically
"What I should have done a long, long time ago," I mumbled, letting my tired and heavy eyes meet hers. She had tears in her eyes
"No." She shook her head and placed her hands on my abdomen, letting them glow red. Within seconds, my wound was nonexistent. "You aren't dying y/n." She shook her head and lifted her hands to my arms. "I won't let you." She breathed out, and just like my stomach, my arms were healed, not even a scar was left
Wanda pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly. "I've lost too much y/n, promise you won't ever do that again!!" She begged, and I felt her tears wet my shoulder
"I- ….I promise Wanda," I whispered and hugged her back. Then I felt her heads come up to my temples, and before I could pull away, my mind was invaded with magic.
"Come on, let's go watch some sitcoms," I suggested, pulling Wanda up off the floor. I don't know why my wife was crying on the bathroom floor, but I know sitcoms and cuddles always cheer her up.
"Y/n.." Wanda said a little hesitantly as she tugged my hand, preventing me from leaving the bathroom,
"Yes, love?" I looked back at her with a soft smile
"I love you, y/n," she smiled and kissed me, and I giggled a little
"I love you too wands, let's go cuddle and watch your favourite episode of dick van dyke before I start making us dinner" I said after we pulled apart, wanda seemed content with that because she let me take her to our bedroom
I got into bed then held my arms open for her, but she got in and pulled me into her. "I just need to hold you, to be sure this is real.." she murmured into my ear, and I turned my head to face her a little
"Of course, this is real wands. We are married, love." I laughed a little, and she smiled
"...I know…." She whispered then turned on the TV and put on Dick Van Dyke
Wanda's Pov
Everything was finally in place. y/n was safe and sound in my arms while she slept and nobody could bother us, I hated having to use my magic on her like I did but she went as far as attempting to kill herself, I couldn't let her do that and I certainly won't let her die.
I felt her shift, then turn to face me. "Shall we go make dinner?" She asked in an adorable sleep filled voice
"Can we scrap dinner and go straight to dessert?" I murmured into her ear. She grinned and shook her head
"Later" She told me while playfully slapping my arm before she got up, I sighed and she laughed "stay in bed if you want wands, I'll go make dinner for us it's okay" She said softly kissing my forehead but my gut twisted when my mind casted back to her laying on the bathroom floor, pale and almost dead with that kitchen knife I had been so stupid to lave accessible.
"No, I'll get up" I told her as I got up and quickly walked after her, she shrugged and pulled out some carrots and a knife "I'll do that, you cook the pasta?" I said, using my powers to take the knife from her hand
"Okay, you silly goose!" She agreed and I was thankful, I watched her place the pasta into boiling water and I felt calmer then I started chopping up the carrots, the mice was already cooked thankfully so I made the sauce and y/n kept watching the pasta
"Pasta is ready," She told me, taking it off the hob and draining the water and pasta into a strainer
Y/n took put the plates and put the pasta in it while I mixed the mice with the tomato sauce and carrots, when I turned around y/n put a little bit of tomato purèe on my nose
"Pffttt." She put a hand over her mouth as she laughed, and I shook my head and laughed along with her as I added our mice to our spaghetti. Y/n then took the plates and sat them at the table. She waited for me to sit down, and then she slid into my lap happily, "Best seat in the world." She whispered into my ear before she started to eat
As we ate dinner I couldn't help but feel excited, we'd finally start our family tonight, and with the boys I know she'd never leave even if she did get out of the mind control, but all I did was make her see that I love her.
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Officer Hot
Trigger Happy AU
Part 2
Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
A/N: Tried to switch between pov and past/present some more with this one. Also, this may be a calm chapter…. But let’s just say the tags aren’t for nothing… some true colors are soon to be revealed…
Thank yall for the love on part 1, hope yall enjoy (+｀∀´)b
Disclaimer: English is not my first language… all mistakes are my own
AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI
Warnings Part 2: Slight stalking, impatient professor, thirsty reader
Summary: Officer Maximoff doesn’t like your roommate.
Word Count: 1357
You can’t stop. Your legs bounce under your desk, and your fingers tap a paced rhythm. You sigh in annoyance; you just can’t stop thinking about her.
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You had been extremely late to class.
The professor had stood there cussing you out for a good 10 minutes until he finally relented and let you sit down. When he was yelling at you, you were sure you would cry, but you didn’t. You didn’t even have to sniffle to keep the tears at bay, like when you were in high school and would tear up every time someone mentioned Mr. Wilford, your then-Spanish teacher.
It feels like you aren’t even here, your mind is hazy, and you can’t seem to pull focus. Your thoughts just keep drifting toward the redhead you practically ran from to get here. Had you known you would be late anyways, you might have stayed a bit longer. You liked her rich voice, the way she spoke with such authority.
She had stood so tall and secure when she spoke to you. Her green eyes, searching. The way she looked at you was so disarming, so… Hungry.
She had acted like she wanted to eat you alive.
…..What would happen had you let her?
The way her hot breath felt against your ear, the way she smirked at you. It was all a sweet form of domination. Would she be gentle? Would she pet your hair while telling you what a good girl you are as you kneel for her?
Or would she have fucked you right there, by the side of the road for her team, and any by-walkers to see? Would she wrap her hands around your throat and squeeze just the right amount? Or maybe she would leave bruises, show the world whom you belonged to-
“Hallo?”
You almost jump out of your seat.
Looking around with wide eyes you realize you are the only one left in the classroom, save for the professor. The professor that is continuously waving his hand in front of your face. Realization washes over you and you almost smack your head into your desk in embarrassment. Before he can question you, or yell at you, about what the hell is wrong with you. You hastily pack up and leave with a quick sorry thrown in his direction.
You feel flush, never had your fantasies taken you down that road. Especially not with a complete stranger. Your thighs rub together as you walk down the corridor; an uncomfortable amount of wetness was accumulating.
You feel a bit guilty as you wonder what the issue was. Maybe something really bad had happened, maybe someone had died. You chew your lip, nervously. Was there a reason for Officer Maximoff to question you specifically? You shake your head; you were getting way ahead of yourself.
Perhaps it was just by chance? Wrong place, wrong time maybe?
You wonder what she is going to ask you.
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The redhead’s rapport sits unwritten in her folder. It didn’t matter. Not when she finally has something of purpose to do.
Like the proper girl you are, you had written down your full name on the piece of paper. Wanda smiles as she reads it over and over, Y/n Y/l/n. You had been such a good girl, such a sweet little kitten.
Wanda had been researching you, and your life, for the past few hours. After you ran away from her, earlier that day, she had driven back to the station and immediately entered your name into their database.
How could someone blame her for wanting to take a peek into the life of her good girl?
Y/n Y/l/n, y/a years of age, you live two blocks away from the “crime scene”. Apartment house: Acornhouse Ave, Apt 62. You have a roommate named Jessica Maison, age 24. From what she could find on her own, you don’t use social media a whole lot.
Your roommate, however, appears to be obsessed with it. She has countless users, all of whom are updated thoroughly throughout the day. Every post is a useless picture of either Jessica’s face or food.
There is only one photo that caught her eye.
It was posted 7 months back. It is a picture of you and her, at some party, she is standing far too close for comfort, and she has her hands wrapped around you.
Wanda’s nails dig into her palm as she clenches her fists. She has to remember to breathe through her nose and exhale out her mouth. It’s best she stays calm; she doesn’t want to scare you away too fast. However, Wanda can’t just ignore the photo, you looked so uncomfortable. Like you had wanted to get away, away from that disgusting girl. She has to do something. She’s a cop, after all, it’s her responsibility to keep you safe and secure.
She has an idea.
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You almost moan as you set your bag down. After having to walk an extra three blocks just to get home, you were exhausted, and in much need of some food.
You lean down to unlace your Converse and put them on the shoe rack, and with a groan, you also put Jessica’s shoes in their designated place. You love her, but come on, was it that difficult to move her shoes?
“I’m home!”
“….”
Strange. You can’t recall her having a shift at the diner today? Least of all without her snickers. Your brows knit together, but you shrug it off, she’s probably just getting food or something.
As if on cue your stomach rumbles. You make your way to the kitchen, disappointed to see the lack of food, you throw in a microwavable dinner into the microwave. As you wait, you think more of what could have happened in your, rather boring, neighborhood. They had blocked off the street from this morning. So, you couldn’t get a good look, but you remember seeing a big black plastic bag before the Officer walked over to you. A body bag maybe?
You hope not.
A “pling” alarms you that your food is ready, and you sit down at the small dining table, which could barely count as a table, to eat it. Jessica always prefers to sit on the couch and eat, but you find it a bit sloppy, and you would rather not have to clean the couch every day due to your habit of missing your mouth. More than what is probably normal for a legal adult like yourself.
After a while, and a thorough cleaning of the table from your mishaps, you can finally get ready for bed. You roll your shoulders as you walk to the bathroom. You have been feeling all types of sticky since this morning and can’t wait to get it off.
As you turn on the light to the bathroom you feel a shiver run down your spine. You can’t place it, but something feels… off.
Like you weren’t the only one there, in your tiny little apartment.
You intend on just ignoring this strange feeling as it would be almost impossible to hide in this small space, but your guts tell you to just check. Just to make sure. You turn back around, intending to check if Jessica is just in her room sleeping, but something else catches your attention.
Did Jessica rearrange the furniture?
(a/n: Im sorry. I just love cliffhangers)
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Wanda Maximoff ~ Meeting Expectations
(Not my gif)
dark!Wanda X fem!Reader
4.8k words
Warnings: coercion, non-con/dub-con, unwanted telepathy and hints of mind control, obsessive behaviour, mommy kink, public teasing, fingering, degrading, praise, somnophilia, oral, strap on use
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It was around mid autumn when you finally got to visit your sister. Although you kept in frequent contact, your visits to see each other were few and far between due to the redhead’s unpredictable job that weaved itself deeply into her general life. So when Natasha invited you to come stay at the compound for a couple weeks, you leapt at the opportunity and found yourself on the next train to Manhattan where Happy awaited you.
Unsurprisingly to him, you sat up front with Happy as opposed to in the back with the expensive champagne to catch up with him about the team and his own strikingly thrilling personal life. He talked animatedly of his brother’s ‘newest side piece’ who was invited to one of Tony’s parties only to spend the entire evening following a wholly unimpressed Natasha around like a love stricken school boy. You wished you could have been there to witness your sister’s temper grow thin but didn’t dwell on this for much longer when Happy passed through the security station and towards the tower, smiling when he saw you lean forwards in your seat to get a good look at the building you hadn’t visited nearly as much as you had hoped.
As the car slowed to a stop you sprung out of the expensive vehicle and into Natasha’s embrace where she had been waiting, holding on tight to her as she chuckled before eventually pulling back to hold you by the shoulders and get a good look at you. “Hey, kiddo.” She finally got to greet.
“Hey short-stuff.” You said with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and led you towards the building after taking your bags from Happy and began catching you up on everything Happy hadn’t had the chance to. She told you about how Tony had blown up half of his lab and when Fury came to berate him for it he played the “I paid for it anyway” card to get him out of trouble. “Of course that didn’t stop Rogers from giving him a speech about responsibility and prioritising safety.”
“That’s rich coming from the guy who threw himself on top of a grenade.” You quipped.
“Exactly!”
“That was completely different!” Came two voices from the common area as you rounded the corner and found Steve and Tony watching some seemingly forgotten 80s cop film.
“Sure thing, icecap.” Tony called over his shoulder as he gave you a hug. “How ya been, kid?”
“Better than you apparently.” You quipped and he grinned shamelessly. Whatever he had been messing around with in the lab must have been worth it. You were about to ask about it when Wanda appeared from the kitchen, deep green eyes immediately finding yours as though you were the sole target of her interest. You had had very limited time with Wanda in the few years she had been on the team. You knew she and your sister were close, Natasha naturally falling into the role of Wanda’s mentor in her new job and life even years later and that their friendship had strengthened as a result, and yet you seemed to never find the opportunity to hold a conversation with the witch for long. At parties one of you was always swept off to be introduced to someone new and more domestic settings were rare due to the Sokovian being called on missions just as frequently as Natasha. You always wished you had the opportunity to grow as familiar to her as the rest of the team were with you and you wondered if your stay would finally present that chance.
“If you guys aren’t too busy bickering like children there’s food ready for you.” Wanda announced with a teasing smile directed at Tony and Steve who were quick to abandon their debate for the meal.
“It’s good to see you again, honey.” Wanda smiled though it looked like she wanted to say more when her eyes flickered towards your sister. You blushed slightly at the nickname but hid it well when Natasha pushed you towards the kitchen, insisting that she was too hungry to be standing around any longer. You found your seat next to the top of the table where Natasha sat as the rest of the team came flooding through to the kitchen at the smell of the freshly made meal. They welcomed you like an old friend and you all easily slipped into a comfortable conversation about your lives as Wanda brought the meal dishes to the table and sat down on the other side of you.
Perhaps if you weren’t so caught up in listening to Clint talk so fondly of his youngest child’s success with learning how to shoot a bow and arrow you would have noticed how Wanda was struggling to keep her hands off of you. Whenever your hand rested on the table she placed hers as close as possible to yours without you touching, internally fighting tooth and nail with herself not to run her thumb across the back of your hand and your palm just to see if it was really as soft as she had imagined it to be every night since the first day you met. There were a lot of things about you Wanda wanted to compare to her daydreams and late night fantasies and she would be damned if she let you slip through her fingers one more time.
When Wanda’s hand dropped to your thigh after running through her thick hair you first assumed it was an accident from how crowded you all were around the table. But when her hand stayed firmly in place and her thumb rubbed slowly across your covered leg you shot her a questioning look while the rest of the team argued about something that had happened in the cop film that had been watching earlier. You tried to move your leg away from the brunette's grip, not expecting to get such attention from a woman you had had such limited contact with, but the lack of space and hard hold she had on you made it difficult to do so. You figured maybe your squirming would grab your sister’s attention however you froze when a voice echoed inside your head.
Sit still for me, darling. We can’t have you attracting unwanted attention now, can we? Though you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the team regarding your sister’s closest friend, your discomfort at the attention you were receiving from Wanda grew at having her obnoxiously invade your mind so shamelessly. Again, you looked around only to find the team deeply invested in a new debate so you decided to hold out a little longer.
Good girl. Came her voice again as a fond praise. You despised the way your heart fluttered from such a prideful tone by Wanda towards you and closed your eyes for a brief second in a feeble attempt to fight off any other unwanted feelings that could stem from Wanda’s actions. You’re adorable when you’re trying to behave. So pliant for me. Do you want mommy to reward such obedience? The shiver that raked your body upon having those words boom around your head didn’t go unnoticed by the witch. She smirked in satisfaction of her affect on you and let her nails drag across the thin fabric of your leggings as her hand grew bolder and higher up.
You breathed deeply and stared holes into the empty plate in front of you as Wanda’s hand reached the top of your thigh and began to forcefully pry itself between your clenched legs until Tony shot up from his seat and clapped his hands together excitedly. “So what are we thinking? Game night or some more films?” The billionaire asked as he eyed you for your apparently deciding vote. Wanda withdrew her hand quickly and placed it into her own lap where she gazed down at it in silent concentration, as though she could see a trace of you on it.
“I think we’re all long overdue getting to see y/n kick your ass at Donkey Kong.” Sam quipped from the end of the table.
“The bird’s got a point.” You chuckled somewhat nervously as Wanda used her magic to take the plates over to the kitchen and followed on behind them like nothing happened without sparing you a second glance.
*
“How long are you gonna be gone?” You asked, trying to sound more curious than hurt. You understood that Natasha couldn’t put off saving the world for the sake of your visit, but your sister had invited you to stay because things usually seemed to quiet down in New York during the autumn time when it came to aliens attacking the city. Apparently not all the Avengers level threats got this memo.
“It should only be a couple days.” Natasha said with her optimism she saved for when she was trying to make you feel better about something. “And I’m sure you won’t get bored with all of the entertainment systems Tony had installed. Did he tell you about the arcade room on the 4th floor?” You couldn’t help but smile at that and made a mental note to check that out. “Besides, Wanda will be here to keep you company.” Natasha added as she collected the unapproved S.H.I.E.L.D tech she had swiped from the labs, claiming they were Widow Approved.
You had yet to tell Natasha about Wanda’s advance at the table. After the team had exhausted themselves with Wii sports games you had all headed to bed and your interaction with Wanda had been forgotten (courtesy of Wanda) until the following afternoon when Natasha had to break the news to you that the team had been called away. You were unsure if you even should tell your sister about her mentee. You didn’t want to kick up a fuss about something you may have been misremembering and every time you considered it too hard a fog like barrier consumed your thoughts and pushed your attention elsewhere.
“Just Wanda?”
“We need the whole team for this but Wanda’s powers could cause problems with the type of guys we’re facing.” Natasha shrugged. You recognised that as your signal not to ask anymore about the mission that was no doubt of the highest confidentiality and even if it wasn’t, Natasha didn’t want you to worry.
“I’ll be back before you even realise I was gone.” Natasha said when you didn’t reply. She wrapped her arms around you tightly and you hugged you back for a while until she pulled away and swung her bag over her shoulder and ruffled your hair in the way she knew you hated. You swatted her hand away with a badly hidden grin and she chuckled as she led you both down to the quinjet in a comfortable silence where she boarded with the rest of the team and promised to be back soon.
Once the entire team was gone you wandered around the corridors of the tower aimlessly, deciding you weren’t in the mood for the arcade games and that you weren’t really in the mood for anything. You asked Tony’s AI where Wanda was, finding it strange that you hadn’t run into her yet, to which the voice identified her location in the gym. You wondered if you should be trying to avoid the witch or confront her. Maybe she hadn’t intended to come off so strongly and perhaps this could be your chance to get to know her how you always hoped to.
You were in the kitchen making yourself a snack when Wanda found you. She had just finished her training for the day but found her spent energy coming back to her when she saw you kneeling on the counter to reach the jar you needed. You had questioned why it was up so high and concluded it was simply Clint trying to annoy Nat when you heard Wanda clear her throat behind you and you almost fell off the counter. You were caught by a red mist wrapped around your frame and guiding you back down onto your own two feet. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that the restrictive hold remained a few seconds more than necessary once you were stable but when you turned around to face Wanda and voice your observation you froze at the sight before you.
There was still the faint trace of her magic swirling around her flexed fingers that she lowered to fiddle with her empty water bottle as she watched you with a faint smirk, noticing the way your eyes darted down to her exposed abs several times. “Er, thanks.” You chuckled awkwardly as you tried to look anywhere but at the brunette in her simple sports bra and leggings that greatly complimented her figure.
“You’re welcome, kotyonok.” Wanda hummed as she took several steps towards you. You backed up not so subtly as she did so but stopped when your back hit the counter and you held the edges in support as the witch continued to stalk towards you with a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached out only to grab a glass off the shelves behind you and flick the tap on to fill the glass. The blushed and went to move out of her way but Wanda placed her free hand on your other side, locking you between the counter and herself.
“What’s the rush to get away?” She asked innocently as she brought the glass to her lips and sipped on her water before placing it on the counter and bringing her hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards to force you to look at her. “I thought you would be looking forward to getting all this time and space to ourselves.” She mused as she stroked your skin softly before cupping your cheek. “Don’t you want us to get to know each other a little better.” You furrowed your brow slightly as you wondered how she could possibly know that. How many times had she implemented your mind and for how long?
You couldn’t bring yourself to voice these queries when Wanda pressed her strong thigh between your own, pressing you further into the counter while she pressed against the area she had failed to reach the evening prior. “Wanda…” you managed to speak as she dropped her head to your neck and planted soft kisses across your exposed skin. You placed your hands to her stomach in an attempt to push her away but at the feeling of her abdomen flexing against you your movement stuttered and you suddenly became immersed in the sensation of having Wanda pressed so close to you.
When the brunette pushed her thigh further against your core the breathy moan that escaped your lips stirred a new level of need and possession for Wanda. She sucked on your neck harshly, eager to mark you as her own as well as hear you vocalise the need for her she knew you were afraid to admit. “Mine.” She muttered against you, her teeth grazing your skin.
“Wanda, stop. We shouldn’t.” You denied weakly.
“We can do whatever we want. No one’s here to stop us.” Wanda argued back as her hands dropped to your hips and guided you to grind against her muscular thigh.
“Fuck.” You muttered, not wanting to give in to something you weren’t entirely comfortable with due to the distant voice in the back of your mind reminding you of Wanda’s forceful nature that you didn’t want to indulge. However Wanda left no room for complaints as her fingers dipped into the waistband of your leggings and sighed deeply when she felt along your panties that betrayed you with the evident arousal soaking through the fabric.
“You should listen to what your body wants, detka.” Wanda husked as she stroked the wet patch and your legs became weak. “Listen to what I tell you.” She continued as she pushed your panties to the side and ran her fingers through your folds before rubbing your clit slowly and lightly, not giving you nearly as much as you wanted but not prepared to ask for more. But that was okay, Wanda was understanding. She was more than happy to toy with your body for her own amusement.
“You have such a pretty body, y/n.” Wanda cooed as she maintained the same maddeningly slow pace while sucking on your collarbone and dipping just below the collar of your shirt. “It makes me want to treasure you, to handle you with so much care and treat you like the good girl I know you can be for me.” There was a deceiving adoration to her voice that you couldn’t help but entirely soak up. “And it also makes me want to fucking ruin you.” Without any warning, Wanda forced two fingers into your cunt down to the knuckles and keenly listened to your whines of protest. She barely pulled her fingers out before she thrust them harshly back into your awaiting pussy that clenched down on the brunette’s digits as though afraid to let them go.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Wanda grunted as she quickly picked up a fast rhythm that you struggled to adjust to. Though you were wet enough to allow no restriction to Wanda’s intrusion, even beginning to soak her hand, you whimpered and tried to close your legs on the witch but with her thigh still resting just beneath her hand, you found it impossible to do so. “Such a perfect needy whore for me.”
You placed your hands on Wanda’s shoulders for support once she curled her fingers beautifully inside you and moaned louder than you had in a while with previous partners. You practically fell against the Avenger who had quickly learnt how best to touch you and earn the reactions she desperately wanted to hear. “That’s my girl, just take what mommy gives you.” She coached as her fingers continued to work wonders against all the right places while maintaining such an urgent and frantic pace that you found yourself craving and hoping wouldn’t end. “You’re going to look a dream when I fuck you with my cock.”
Had you been in clearer mind, you might have shoved at Wanda’s shoulders to put distance between you. But as Wanda adjusted to press her thumb firmly against your clit with each thrust, you reached around to cling onto her back and raked your nails just above her sports bra. The throaty moan this brought from Wanda made you whimper in response and start bucking your hips up against her palm in an attempt to chase your fast approaching high.
“Wanda, please…fuck, mommy!” You cried out as the last of your resistance crumbled.
“Please what, printsessa?” Wanda smirked knowingly as she felt a wave of pride at hearing the title slip your lips. It sounded better than she imagined. All of you was better than she imagined.
“More, I’m gonna…fuck!” You whimpered and began to buck your hips more frantically in hopes of attaining what you struggled to vocalise.
“Tell mommy what you want.” Wanda urged as she began rubbing tight circles on your clit as her fingers continued to thrust against the spot that had your head reeling.
“I wanna cum.” You said quickly as though if you didn’t cum soon you never would.
“Cum for me, kotyonok.” Wanda ordered and you didn’t need her to repeat it before you were cumming on her slender fingers with a cry. Wanda rubbed the back of your pussy with her fingers as you came, refusing to pull them out in hopes of drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. “So fucking pretty.” She murmured as she watched your blissed filled face as your head fell back against the cabinet.
Your chest heaved heavily when you finally came down from your high and Wanda pumped her fingers inside you a couple more times for good measure before pulling out and bringing them up to her lips. You watched through hooded eyes as she sucked her digits clean and hummed around them, more than satisfied with the taste.
“You taste amazing, detka.” She confirmed and brought you in for a desperate kiss that you hadn’t the energy to keep up with. You whined at this and she shushed you soothingly, smiling as she rested her forehead against yours. The unexpected peace that came from the small gesture was short lived when a familiar artificial voice called for Wanda’s attention and directed her to the meeting room urgently.
Wanda cursed in clear frustration and you eyed her cautiously as your past worries about the brunette came back to you. Wanda noticed how you started to tense up against her but didn’t address it as she stood back and huffed. “I have to go, my dorogaya.” Wanda sighed as she took ahold of your hands and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “But I won’t be long so don’t wander too far away.” She smiled teasingly though you saw something darker flicker across her face. In that moment, the thought of going on a walk to clear your mind had your entire head erupt into a brief, but overwhelming, crushing pain that was gone as soon as it came. You blinked several times in shock and saw Wanda nod approvingly before turning to attend to her Avenger’s responsibilities.
*
“Oh, meelaya.” Wanda sighed as she soaked up the site of you laying sprawled out across the bed completely naked. When you had gone to change into your usual nightwear something had stopped you from completing the usual routine and you had the strongest compulsion to sleep nude despite the warm guest room and luxurious sheets that you lay on top of. “Such a smart girl.” The Sokovian praised fondly. Your mind was so easy to break into.
You had fallen asleep before you could turn the bedside lamp on though as Wanda attentively shut the door behind her, she was immensely grateful for that. The soft glow of the small lamp highlighted the soft patches of skin Wanda had always dreamed of caressing and heightened her need for you that was built high after so many hours away from you.
Wanda crept closer to your soundless form in an effort to seek out the areas of your body that were submerged beneath the shadows that came from such a late hour. She didn’t care much for the time or how sleepy you may be at first. She would have you wide awake in no time.
“You look so precious like this. So tempting.” The Sokovian spoke softly as she stripped herself of her sweatpants then removed her shirt and bra once she was on the bed and hovering over you, desperate to feel your bare skin against her own. You slept on soundlessly as Wanda brushed the hair away from your face to get a better look at the contented expression she was sure she could admire in awe for hours. “So beautiful.”
Wanda gently manoeuvred your legs apart so that you were laying on your back, allowing the lamp’s glow to reach everywhere Wanda desired to see. She hummed as she let her hands roam your chest as she planted tender kisses across your breasts and took your nipple in her mouth before switching to the other and drawing a breathy moan from your sleep. The Sokovian smiled at the sweet noises you continued to make while she continued to treasure your body with her mouth until you started to wake from how sensitive and responsive your body was becoming.
When your eyes started to flicker open, you were immediately met by the dark green eyes that had infested your dreams and looked up at you from the space between your legs. You were about to sit up in a hurry and send a mass of questions towards the brunette but when she flattened her tongue and dragged it through your embarrassingly wet folds, you moaned and bliss and let your head fall back against your pillows as Wanda’s tongue leisurely explored your pussy while cherishing the intoxicating taste.
Wanda chuckled smugly when you attempted to push her face further between your shaking legs and instead pulled away to hover over you again. She had already spent plenty of time between your legs while you slept, sinking her tongue as far as she could to feel your muscles contract around her and draw out helpless mewls from you. She had your taste ingrained in her mouth and though she was sure she could positively spend hours more teasing and pleasuring your pussy, the witch had other ideas for that night. It was fine though, there would be plenty more opportunities for you to cum on her tongue in the future.
“Hey, sweet girl.” Wanda giggled and kissed you as you struggled to understand what was happening and if you were even really awake. “No one can feel that good in a dream, silly.” She chuckled. “And it’s not over yet.” She declared with a darker hint to her words as she grabbed the toy attached to her harness and pushed it between your legs. Your eyes widened at the sudden knowledge of what Wanda was about to use on you and though slightly scared from just haven been awoken to it, you couldn’t deny you were excited too.
Wanda pushed her hips forwards without much more warning and guided the strap into your awaiting cunt with a soft sigh as she watched how well your pussy took the thich toy. “See how well this pussy takes my cock.” The Sokovian said as she watched keenly everytime the strap disappeared inside you only to be pulled back with your wetness coating it. “You were made for me, darling.” She smiled when your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream when Wanda angled her hips just right. You moaned her name with such an air of innocence that the witch wanted nothing more than to corrupt.
She pushed the entirety of the toy forwards until her hips were resting against your own then stayed frozen in place as she watched the desperation grow in your eyes as you stared up at her like you needed her to survive. Wanda always knew she would make you the picture of everything she desired from you, she just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. She was immensely proud.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone, detka. Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for 2 years. You’ve no idea how infuriating that is.” Wanda grunted as she punctuated her words with a sharp snap of her hips, filling you up again with the thick strap with no resistance and beginning to set a much harsher pace than she had originally been merciful enough to give. “Watching my girl let all those whores flirt with her like you don’t belong to me. I just wanted to bend you over those bars and fuck you infront of everyone so they know you’re mine.” You could see the sudden shift in her emotions and braced yourself for what was to come.
“I’m yours, mommy.” You tried, knowing it was best to try to please her as well as you could.
“That’s right and I’ll never let you forget it.” Wanda said as she began to fuck you harder, slamming the cock into you at a bruising pace with the intention of getting her message through. “Cum for me, detka. Cum for mommy.” She encouraged with an air of desperation as she began to toy with your clit to bring you closer to the edge you were leaning over. “Now.”
“Mommy!” You moaned in bliss as you clung onto Wanda's frame and shuddered violently as you came just as hard as you had in the kitchen with her only with her cock deep inside you instead of her fingers. It felt as though your body was floating as she allowed you to enjoy the high until you came crashing down.
“You look so good that fucked out.” She admired, not slowing down in her pace. You whined at the sensitivity and tried to squirm away but Wanda’s magic whisked up your wrists and held them firmly above your head.
“I’m not done with you yet. You’ll take everything I give you and if you know what’s good for you you’ll thank me for it.” She husked as she bit down on the spot beneath your ear and kept your body pinned beneath her own so you were helpless against her.
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Not Quite Right
Summary: Your idyllic 50s life isn’t all it seems.
Pairing: Wanda x f!reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic
Words: 2.9k
Warnings: dark!Wanda, mind control, fingering, oral (r recieving), allusion to character death
AN: This one is for @maximotts, sorry for being so grumpy. I hope you enjoy your request from over a year ago. I'm not sure this is exactly what you had in mind when you asked for 50s Wanda, but fingers crossed you like it anyway. I love you a bunch, happy late anniversary.
Your keys jangle in your hand as you climb the front steps to your porch, whistling to yourself as you open the front door to enter your house. You’re immediately assaulted by the smell of dinner cooking, the aroma filling your nostrils and making you smile.
You can see the dining table is already set as you place your bag down beside the door, toeing your shoes off and placing them under the coat rack where you hang your jacket. You can hear the sounds of your wife puttering around the kitchen, the faint clanging of pots and pans a welcome sound after a long day of work.
“Wanda, darling,” you call out into the house, hoping to get her attention. “How was your day?”
You hear the sounds in the kitchen stop, the faint click of her heels on the tiles increasing in volume as she walks towards the door of the kitchen.
“Sweetheart, you’re home early,” she greets you as she walks into the living room, wiping her hands on her apron, “dinner shouldn’t be too much longer.”
You walk over to greet her properly, pressing a kiss to her cheek as your hand rests on her waist lightly. She’s smiling when you pull back, a broad and radiant grin that lights up her whole face. You feel your breath catch, falling in love all over again with the woman in your arms.
“How about you go sit down at the table and I’ll finish up dinner?” Wanda suggests as she cups your cheek in her hands, leaning in to brush her lips sweetly against yours.
You nod, chasing her lips as she tries to pull away. She laughs lightly, swatting gently at your shoulder as she levels you with a look that you know is her way of telling you to behave.
You pout as she walks back to the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind her and the clanging noises begin again. You wander over to the table, sitting down and relaxing into the seat.
It's only a few minutes before Wanda returns again, a trail of dishes floating in the air behind her. She takes her seat across from you, the plates falling gracefully into place on the table.
“This looks incredible, darling,” you watch a smile cross your wife’s face at your compliment as she spoons some potato onto her plate.
The two of you begin to eat, a comfortable silence filling the room that is only broken by the occasional clink of the cutlery against the plates. You hum in satisfaction as you eat, savouring the taste of the meal.
Once you’ve both finished eating, Wanda begins to clear the plates, stacking them in the middle of the table.
“Here, let me help,” you offer, standing up and trying to grab the stack of plates to carry them into the kitchen.
With a wave of Wanda’s hand, the plates rise into the air and out of your grasp, your fingers closing around empty air. You can almost swear you hear a chorus of laughs erupt behind you but when you turn, all you see is a bright light at the edge of the dining room like always.
“Don’t be silly,” Wanda chides, reclaiming your attention from the phantom sounds. “I have this taken care of. Why don’t you go relax on the couch and I’ll join you in a minute?”
You just nod, still feeling a little unsettled by the laughter you could have sworn you heard. You shuffle over to the couch, shaking your head. You must be imagining things, you decide. Work had been stressful this week and maybe your exhaustion was catching up to you.
As if on cue, your legs start to feel heavy, your eyelids drooping as you sink into the cushions on the couch. Your mind feels hazy like you can’t quite catch any of the thoughts swirling around and you let the feeling wash over you.
The clicking of heels on the floor makes your eyes open, your brain suddenly free of the fog that had settled in. You don’t know how long you had been sitting on the couch for but the sky outside had darkened considerably.
You watch as Wanda walks toward you, drying her hands on the front of her dress, the light reflecting in her eyes almost making it look like they were glowing red.
“All done,” she smiles brightly as she sits next to you on the couch, her body pressed tightly against yours and the comforting warmth instantly soothing you.
You wrap your arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her hair. You inhale deeply, the scent of her shampoo helping to ease your nerves further. You weren’t sure what was going on with you today but everything just felt a little off.
“How was work?” Wanda prompts, her hand resting lightly on your knee.
“Busy,” you sigh, trying to rack your brain to think of anything specific to tell her. “We had a big deadline to meet.”
“Sounds stressful,” Wanda replies, her thumb rubbing circles on your knee.
“Yeah,” you frown, still not able to recall any distinct details of your day. “I guess it all kinda passed by in a blur.”
“Well that happens when you’re busy,” Wanda says cheerily, reaching forward to grab the remote off the table. “Let’s watch some television to take your mind off things.”
You hum in agreement, forehead still creased as you try to remember just one thing from your day. You could barely even remember eating your lunch, all you have is a hazy memory of sitting in the break room with Norm.
“Wait,” you say suddenly as the edges of your memory sharpen, details coming back to you. “There was something weird at lunch today.”
You’re too preoccupied with holding onto the recollection that you don’t notice the way Wanda’s hand stills or the slight tense of her jaw.
“Weird how?” her tone curious, her grip on your knee tightening.
“It was Norm,” you reply, your memory suddenly clear as day. “He started muttering to himself at the table. Then he kind of snapped. He looked right at me and said “She’s in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop.” But I don’t know who he was talking about”
You shiver as you recall the frantic edge to your friend's voice, the way his eyes were pleading with you as he spoke.
“And then he just seemed to snap out of it. Just went back to eating his lunch like nothing happened and no one else in the break room noticed.” You can hear the slight edge of panic in your own voice now, your heart rate increasing.
“Well you’re under a lot of stress dear,” Wanda tells you, running her fingers through your hair to try and soothe you. “Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.”
“I didn’t make this up!” Your voice comes out louder than intended but Wanda doesn’t even flinch at your outburst. “It happened, I know it did.”
“But then why does no one else remember it?” Wanda pushes, her fingers pressing against your temple. “If it really happened, surely someone else would have seen it.”
You feel a sense of calm washing over you, like a wave of energy spreading through your body from where Wanda’s fingers rested against you. You always loved how soothing her touch was, she could always help alleviate even your greatest worries.
“Yeah, maybe I’m just stressed,” you agree, your body feeling light and carefree.
Seemingly satisfied, Wanda turns back to the television in front of you, flicking the channel to one of your favourite shows. It was a sitcom that the two of you loved to watch together, a routine that you shared for as long as you could remember.
As you sit, your mind begins to wander again. You think about Wanda and the life you shared together. You loved her with your entire being, a love that ran deep into your bones. It felt like all you had ever known was Wanda.
You try to remember life before her, life before getting married and moving to Westview. Again, your mind came up blank but you just reasoned that there wasn’t much worth remembering before this.
“Wanda,” you muse, drawing her attention from the laughing track of the show. “Do you remember how we met?”
“Why of course, dear,” she smiles at you, the sight taking your breath away as it always did. “The first time I met you, you swept me off my feet and I’ve been falling more in love with you every day.”
“Yes,” you agree before pushing for more. “But how did we meet? I can’t really remember anything before Westview.”
“Why do you need to remember anything?” she asks, the hard edge returning to her voice. “We have everything we could ever need here, we have each other. Isn’t that enough?”
“Well yes,” you reply, trying to explain yourself in a way that wouldn’t upset your wife. “But I find it odd that Westview is all I know.”
Wanda pauses, like she was trying to find the right words to answer you.
“I keep having these strange dreams lately,” you continue, remembering waking up in a cold sweat the night before. “It’s like it's another reality. Another me. You’re there as well, except you look different. Your hair is longer, your clothes are strange. And there are these monsters or aliens. I don’t even know. But people are dying all around us. Your hands glow red like your powers are completely altered. More powerful. Dangerous.”
Wanda’s eyes grow wide as you talk and you realise that you sound insane but you keep talking.
“There is this really large purple creature. You try to fight him but it doesn’t work. He’s after a red man and we try and stop him. He tries to throw you away but I rush forward. And then I wake up. It’s the same dream every time. I just don’t know what it means”
Wanda’s eyes look like they’re shining, reflecting the bright light behind the television. You wonder if maybe she has had the same dream too, that she understands the feeling of dread and fear that courses through you each night you have it.
You don’t have much time to think it over though, Wanda’s lips are suddenly pressed to yours. They’re hot and urgent, her hand cupping your cheek to keep you from pulling away.
You give into her, your lips working with hers as you lose yourself in your wife. You can feel her other hand trailing down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
When breathing becomes necessary, Wanda pulls back, panting against your mouth as she stares into your eyes.
“Let’s not worry about silly dreams, shall we?” she tells you, her words sounding more like a command than a request.
She presses a kiss to the side of your jaw, swinging her leg over yours until she’s straddling your lap on the couch. Your hands grip her hips to help steady her as her lips move down your throat.
Her hands work the buttons of your shirt, slowly revealing the skin of your chest as she sucks on your collarbone. You moan at the feeling, the sting of her teeth quickly replaced by her soothing tongue.
Once she’s undone all the buttons, she pushes your shirt from your shoulders, your bra quickly following, her mouth now trailing over your chest. She shuffles back on the couch as she moves lower, her fingers brushing over your aching nipples and causing your back to arch.
You can feel the arousal pooling in your belly, her touch setting you on fire. Your mind has gone blank, entirely lost in the feeling of her.
She lowers herself to the floor in front of you, pushing your knees open and resting between them. Her hands are now working on the clasp of your pants, lowering the zipper and tugging them.
You lift your hips to accommodate her, your underwear soon following your slacks and leaving you bare before her. Once they’re tossed to the side, Wanda turns her hungry gaze to between your legs and you know that you won’t be able to last long.
Her mouth is on you in an instant, her tongue working over your most sensitive parts as she pushes two fingers past your entrance. Wanda was rarely this rough with you, usually taking her time to savour every inch of you before bringing you to release.
But tonight, you knew she was on a mission. Her fingers curled inside of you as her tongue lapped at your clit, the coil in your belly quickly tightening. Your fingers grip the couch cushion below you, knuckles white as your moans echo throughout the room.
Wanda adds a third finger, the wet sound of her fucking you the only sound heard above your moans. You try and move your hips in time but you’re having trouble finding the rhythm, muscles tightening as your orgasm approaches at rapid speed.
“Wanda,” you choke out as you feel yourself approaching the edge. “Darling, you’re going to make me cum.”
Wanda doesn’t reply, her lips wrapped tightly around your clit as her tongue flicks the bundle of nerves like her life depended on it. You take that as permission, closing your eyes as you focus on the way she was making you feel.
A few seconds later, you feel yourself tip over the edge, your voice calling out her name as you ride the waves of pleasure. She slows her pace, fingers still thrusting inside of you languidly as the shockwaves make you jerk against her.
Once you’ve finally come down from your high, she removes her fingers, tongue lapping lightly to help clean you up. Your chest is still heaving, limbs feeling heavy and your body sated.
Wanda rises from the floor and sits back next to you on the couch, guiding your head to rest against her lap. She flicks her hand, a blanket floating toward the two of you and settling over your naked body.
You can feel your eyelids growing heavy as Wanda strokes your hair gently, quietly humming a lullaby under her breath.
You want to sit up, the lingering uneasiness from your earlier conversation still threatening the edge of your mind. You want to talk to Wanda about these things, certain that she knew more than he was letting on. But your levels of comfort were growing, your mind bombarded with feelings of peace and contentment.
Maybe you would bring it up tomorrow.
If you still remembered it.
“Have a rest dear,” you hear Wanda say quietly as your eyes lose the battle to stay open. “And don’t worry about any bad dreams tonight. I’ll keep them away.”
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such a fool to say no (part ii)
ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem little!reader; dark!kate bishop x fem little!reader. dark!kate x dark!wanda x little!reader
summary/request: wanda returns from her mission, and it’s time to pay the babysitter. conclusion to such a fool to say no.
word count: 4.9k
warnings: dark smut (18+ ONLY), non/con and dub/con, heavy (implied to be forced) MD/LG age/play (mommy wanda/little reader), dark kate and wanda, manipulation, manhandling, slight impact play, threats of violence, degradation, dumbification, anal play, strap ons, cockwarming, blowjobs, nipple clamps, magic bondage, extreme edging/denial. wanda is mean and kate has mommy issues.
(read part i)
Exhausted from three days of patrolling and knocking around some pathetic crime ring, Wanda is happy to finally flop down onto her bed as the Quinjet prepares to take off. She takes her phone off of the wireless charging station, smiling to herself when she sees her lockscreen: a photo of you and her at the beach, your face slightly sunburnt because you refused to let her properly coat you in lotion. That was the first real outing she took you on after isolating you for so long, and you were so compliant, letting Wanda pick out a swimsuit for you, happily eating the fruit she sliced into tiny bites for you, and eventually falling asleep on her as she watched the waves crash against the shore.
The notifications on her phone are scarce, considering most of the people she talks to are currently on the jet with her. There are a few texts from Kate that catch Wanda's eye. A couple of updates on how you were doing well, but missing Wanda, and a few photos of the two of you on the couch watching movies or playing games. Wanda sends hearts as a response to the photos and a quick text as well.
hey! just finished, we're heading home now :) hope u two are behaving.
Kate replies back within a few seconds, her typing bubble popping up and going away at a rapid pace.
of course we are!!!
perfectly behaved, no need to worry.
everything under control.
Something about that was much less reassuring to Wanda's anxious brain. Of course, the worst trouble they could've gotten into would probably be breaking something, seeing as Kate would've immediately told Wanda if there was an emergency of some sort. But the thought of you even getting mildly hurt by a broken plate or spilling some of Kate's coffee and burning yourself makes Wanda's stomach churn.
Wanda opens the security app on her phone, angling her head up to unlock the facial recognition. It wasn’t often that she needed to use the monitors that Bruce helped her set up, considering you were almost always by her side. The only time that she really needs them is instances like this, when she’s missing you while on a mission.
Or, when she gets that feeling that something's not right.
Usually, that feeling that makes Wanda’s skin itch with anxiety is nothing more than her overthinking, obsessive nature. Whenever she’s suddenly felt the urgent need to check how you are on the cameras before, she usually just finds you watching cartoons or coloring, so she almost expects to find more of the same, but with this addition of Kate.
When she starts scrolling back through the recorded clips, that's about all she sees for the most part. Wanda almost lets out a sigh of relief and closes the app - until she sees a clip from last night that makes her body tense up. She holds her breath as she hits play, hoping that she's just misreading what she saw in the preview of the recording.
It wasn't unusual for you to drape yourself over Kate's lap. Both of you were very cuddly, and Wanda never had a reason to see a problem with it, considering it had been hammered into you over and over and over again that you belong to her and only her. Often, you would still even look to Wanda for her approval before you sat yourself in one of her teammate's laps, slight anxiety blooming in your eyes over what could happen if Wanda decided that the contact was too much. She usually appreciated Kate's presence when she was too caught up in training or meetings to give you proper attention.
However, what was unusual was catching Kate's hands trailing under your shorts. Wanda's thankful her powerset doesn't include enhanced strength, because the way her grip tightens on her phone would've surely snapped the device in half had she been Steve Rogers.
Her chest tightens as she watches Kate manhandle her precious, fragile angel. Wanda never treats you rough physically, so it's clear that you're caught completely off guard with the way you try to squirm away to no avail, unable to resist Kate shoving her fingers down your throat and flipping you over onto your stomach. Even through the slight grain of the camera, Wanda can see the muscles in Kate's arms flex as she pins your arms down behind your back.
To Wanda's surprise and disgust, she finds herself throbbing at the sight.
Even though Wanda's done everything in her power to keep you from ever being tainted by anybody else's touch, threatening (and perhaps occasionally causing) bodily harm to anyone who dared look at you with any semblance of desire, she couldn't even think about tearing her eyes away from the screen.
There's no sound in the video, but Wanda can see from the tears on your face and your legs kicking uselessly under the stronger woman that you're whining at Kate to stop. Kate is anything but gentle with you, poking and groping and fucking you with a dark desperation in her eyes.
Ironically, it was Kate's roughness that has Wanda watching the entire clip of Kate edging you. Wanda can tell your body has more than betrayed you based on the way you’re not so subtly bucking your hips against Kate's fingers.
It should infuriate Wanda, seeing you give yourself up to Kate like this. And to a degree, it does. But the heat erupting through her body cannot purely be written off as rage. It's almost...satisfying how easily you were overpowered by Kate. Sure, Kate is an active Avenger, and even before being subjected to world-saving level training sessions, she was very athletic.
But it's not just the way you physically are no match for Kate. Wanda can see the way your eyes just give up.
It feels like so long since she first got to see her your mind break as you realized that it was useless resisting Wanda's perfectly crafted plans for you. That fluttering of your eyes closing, the deep breath you take as your body prepares itself for what's to come, your reservations leaving with an exhale, leaving you as pliable as wet clay for Wanda to mold into her precious baby.
Watching Kate manipulate you leaves Wanda with that same satisfaction, knowing that you're just so dumb and weak and helpless. A new feeling tugs at Wanda's rolling emotions too. It's clear from how easily Kate's fingers fuck into your cunt that you're soaked from her uncaring roughness, a realization that makes Wanda's body twitch with desire. She's never, ever handled you aggressively like that. Soft touches and harsh words were her personal favorites, so she never would have guessed that it would turn you on so much to be thrown around like a pathetic ragdoll. This discovery has Wanda's mind running a mile a minute with possibilities.
As Kate denies your orgasm with a sharp slap to your cunt, Wanda snaps back to reality. It’s hard to ignore the slick that’s grown in her underwear, but she refuses to stoop so low as to get off to Kate taking advantage of you. Guilt begins to seep through Wanda's skin as she quickly closes the app, not even realizing how hard she's breathing and the light sheen of sweat that dampens her skin until her focus is pulled away from the video.
What kind of mommy is she? Getting turned on from her teammate, her fellow Avenger, your best friend who you both trust pinning you down and using you like you were nothing more than a cute new toy to play with.
And who the fuck did Kate Bishop think she was? Did she think that Wanda wouldn't find out? Did she think Wanda couldn't peek into that thick skull of hers and see all those memories of how you felt around her fingers racing around?
Maybe that was Kate's plan all along. Wanda thought.
Wanda, phone still in a vice grip, gets up and steps out of her room for a second, calling up to where Sam and Natasha are chatting about something Bucky did earlier.
"How much longer until we're home?" Wanda asks with an eerie calmness.
"Only a couple more hours," Sam answers, not noticing the odd tone of Wanda's voice. Natasha, of course, picks up on it, looking over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow at her. Wanda doesn't acknowledge her.
"Perfect, thanks."
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Mind games are always Wanda's favorite. Nothing in the world satisfied her more than to lure someone into a false sense of security, all honey-sweet words to draw her prey in, make them open and vulnerable, only for the realization to dawn on them that they had no choice in the matter. But it's too late for them now. Wanda always gets her way.
That's how she got you, anyway. You were already prime for the taking when Wanda met you. Soft. Submissive. Eager to please. Desperate for some direction in your life. Maybe that's what drew her to you in the first place. Maybe you're the reason that she is the way she is. How could she have helped it after she saw your sparkling eyes already looking at her like you'd dive headfirst into the Marana's Trench if she asked?
So, Wanda was more than happy to play the long game when she finally got home. As soon as she stepped in the door of her home, you bounded into her arms, clutching onto her as if she'd just returned from years at war. Wanda could immediately tell that something was off with you - understandably so, considering the way you were violated the night before. Normally, after spending time away from Wanda, you'd immediately start babbling away about all the things you did. But you simply clung tight to her, hiding your face in her neck as she scoops you up into her arms.
"Hi, my sweet girl," Wanda coos, peppering your face with kisses.
"Hi, mommy. I missed you," you mutter into her cheek as you plant a wet kiss there.
"Hello, Kate," Wanda looks over to the young woman who was very clearly avoiding eye contact with her. All that cockiness that Wanda saw over the camera seemed to disappear now that Kate was faced with potential consequences. "Did you two behave while I was gone?"
The question makes you tense slightly in her arms, and Kate's eyes cut to you, so sure that she's been caught wet-handed. But Wanda doesn't give any indication that she knows, just tilts her head at Kate's non-response. "Is there something I should know about, Kate?"
"No!" Kate says far too quickly. "Well, we might have eaten an extra cookie or two."
"Ah, so that's why my little one is all shy, hm?" Wanda pokes your tummy, and you relax slightly against her.
"Well, I guess I should be heading out!" Kate moves to grab her bag from the living room. Wanda puts you down, and you watch as she grabs Kate gently by the shoulder.
"It's getting late though, and it's a bit of a ways back to your apartment, isn't it?" Wanda asks with faux concern. "You should stay another night. I wouldn't want you to be walking the streets in the dark."
"It's really fine, I don't wanna be a burden."
"Not a burden at all. I insist, Kate."
Kate chews on her lip, stomach twisting with anxiety, but she finally agrees to stay. You ignore the two chatting about their mission as you wander into the living room, plopping yourself down on the soft rug and going back to the coloring you were doing.
You're almost positive that Wanda knows what Kate did. But, you were expecting Wanda to blow up at Kate right away, and she seemed as calm as ever. Maybe Kate was allowed to play with you like mommy does. The shame in your chest eased off, and you poked your head over the couch to ask, "Mommy? Can we have pizza for dinner?"
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By the time the three of you were stuffed full of pizza, Kate had relaxed as well, sprawling across the loveseat as you curled up in Wanda's lap on the couch. Kate wanted to watch a movie, so she was flipping through just about every streaming service Wanda had, occasionally pausing on something to read the description and then moving on to something else. Now that Kate was under the impression that she got away with it, Wanda was finally ready to have some fun of her own.
"Kate, honey," Wanda pulls her attention away from the list of movies. "Why don't I pick something, if you can't choose?"
"Okay," Kate shrugs, tossing the remote over to Wanda. It barely misses your head, and you flinch before you realize that Wanda's caught it with her magic. "Sorry."
Wanda's expression doesn't shift as she exits Hulu and opens an app that Kate doesn't recognize. You do, though. You open your mouth to protest, but Wanda shushes you with a firm grip on your thigh. Panicked, you look over at Kate, trying to get her attention and warn her, but Kate's eyes are glued to the screen, eyes widening as a list of monitor camera footage loads.
"Do you see something you'd like to watch?" Wanda can barely hide her satisfied smirk as Kate whips her head to meet her eyes, shimmering with red.
"Actually, I think I forgot I told Yelena I would help her with something." Kate tries to get up, but she's flung back into the chair by tendrils of red magic, looping over her arms and chest, even wrapping up around her throat. You whimper hopelessly, knowing that protesting will do nothing. Besides, you'd be lying if seeing Kate helpless against Wanda wasn't some delicious revenge.
"I'm sure Yelena will be fine without you. Now, I think I saw something that I wanted to watch earlier when I was flying back." Wanda selects the same video she watched earlier. You close your eyes, humiliated by the sight of Kate pulling you over her lap. Kate tries to look away as well, but Wanda doesn't allow that. You're dumped onto the couch as Wanda stands up to grip Kate by her jaw, roughly forcing her to look at the television. "Don't close those pretty eyes, Kate. After all, you worked so hard to make this video for me. That must've been what you wanted, hm? Or are you really such a stupid bitch that you thought you could get away with touching my property?"
"N-no, Wanda. I swear, I--I'm sorry I don't know what came over me," Kate cries, squirming against Wanda's grasp. You quietly watch from the couch, thoughts racing as Wanda's fingers twist ropes of scarlet across Kate's temple.
"Don't know what came over you, hm?" Wanda growls. She'd long since sworn off peeking into the minds of her teammates without permission or in emergency situations, but now she's regretting that kindness. Kate's mind was filled with fantasies of you. Which now wasn't shocking, but Wanda grins as she finds daydreams of her taking Kate as well. "Then why's your empty skull filled with so many dirty thoughts about my baby?"
Wanda releases the grip on Kate's thoughts, and she gasps as she's shoved to the floor. You try to move to see if she's okay, but Wanda shoots you a warning look. "Go get my favorite. And the special box."
"The one I'm not supposed to touch?"
"That's the one."
Kate watches as you just barely hesitate, but then rush off to the bedroom. Now that you're out of the room, Wanda leans down to wrap her hand around Kate's throat. A whimper gets caught there, and Wanda laughs at how pathetic Kate looks compared to how she acted with you.
"You're lucky that I like you, you know that? If it had been anyone else, I would've been hiding the body by now," Wanda hums, core throbbing at the way Kate's panicked breaths feel against her grip. "Don't get too comfortable though. That option is still on the table if you don't do as I say. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kate sobs.
"Mommy?" Your voice is a relief for Kate as it causes Wanda to pull her hand away. You're holding a small, black mahogany box in one hand and a harness with a thick red dildo in the other. Kate gulps.
Too impatient to fumble around with clothes, Wanda strips you and Kate with a snap of her fingers. Kate silently wonders why you're completely nude while she was left in her panties, but is too terrified to question the witch. Wanda whispers instructions to you, telling you in a low voice to sit on the couch. You obey, watching as Wanda kneels next to Kate, opening the forbidden box. Wanda's always told you that those toys are for big girls who can "take a little pain." It never made sense to you why she had such things if she didn't intend to use them on you, but maybe she was secretly waiting for a moment like this.
Wanda's skilled hands glide up Kate's torso, squeezing her tits and tugging roughly on her nipples. Kate groans, leaning into Wanda's touch. Lost in the sensations of Wanda's hands against her, Kate doesn't notice the clamps until the cool metal pinches down on her nipples, yanking a screech from her throat.
"Be quiet," Wanda hisses, shoving Kate's head to the ground, positioning her ass upwards and tugging her panties to the side so that the cool lube she grabbed from the box can slide down Kate's holes. Kate tries to remain composed, but it's difficult as a thick toy is shoved unceremoniously into her (embarrassingly soaked) cunt. She moans into the plush rug as Wanda gives the toy a couple of pumps for good measure. Moans of pleasure turn into uncomfortable whining as Wanda stuffs her fingers into Kate's ass without any further prepping. The stretch hurts like hell, but Wanda's surprised at how Kate seems to be in less pain than expected. "Dirty slut, you probably play with this tight hole of yours all the time, huh? Is that why your little ass is just pulling my fingers in? Do you love having your filthy hole stretched?"
"Y-yes," Kate cries, tears now flowing freely down her face.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am, what?" Wanda delivers a sharp slap on Kate's ass, grabbing the biggest metal plug in her collection.
"Yes, ma'am! I love having my filthy hole stretched!" Kate finally answers. Cool metal quickly replaces Wanda's fingers, and Kate is beginning to wonder if this is a punishment or reward because she's never felt more pleasure and pain at the same time as her ass is stretched open with the girth of the plug. Wanda holds the plug at the widest point for a moment, letting Kate feel the full effects of it. "Please."
"Aw, you do have some manners when it's your holes getting fucked, huh?" Wanda coos, releasing the plug and watching with deep satisfaction as it gets tugged the full way into Kate's ass. She glances over her shoulder to check on you, and is more than happy with how visibly aroused you are. She can see your hands quivering beside you because you're just itching to touch yourself so badly, slick coating the insides of your thighs as you watch your mommy ruin your best friend. "Are you enjoying yourself, baby?"
"Yes, mommy," you answer quietly, ashamed of how much you love watching the scene in front of you. Wanda slides Kate's underwear back into place, the fabric barely strong enough to keep the dildo snugly in Kate's cunt, but with some help from Wanda's magic, it's pushed back fully into her, causing her to jerk forward.
"Good, I bet you want me to take care of that wet little pussy, don't you?" Wanda asks, standing up to put the harness on. You nod dumbly, ready to crawl into Wanda’s lap as soon as she sits down. You’re stopped by a gentle hand pushing you to sit beside her, however, and you look at her in confusion. “Not yet. Katie here is going to put on a show for us first. Don’t you think that sounds fair?”
“Yes, mommy,” you practically moan. Wanda snaps her fingers to get Kate’s attention. Kate, who hasn’t moved a single inch from her position pressed into the ground, terrified of moving without Wanda’s permission, finally sits up on her heels, hands in her lap like a perfect submissive. She tries to avoid staring at Wanda’s strap standing at attention between her thighs, but she can’t help eyeing the cock and clenching around the toys stuffing her. Her underwear was soaked, practically dripping.
A surge of pain jolts through Kate’s body as Wanda grabs the chain dangling from the clamps, using them to tug Kate forwards between her spread legs. Kate’s hands twitch, needing to feel some sort of contact with either of you soon or she was going to explode.
“Sitting pretty for me, huh? So eager,” Wanda runs her hand softly through Kate’s hair, allowing her to lean into the touch before gripping her tight at the roots and tugging her face forward Wanda’s cock pressed against her cheek. “You’re going to get my cock nice and wet for my baby, okay?”
As Kate opens her mouth to answer, Wanda slaps the toy against her tongue, laughing at the way Kate’s tongue lolls out automatically. You press yourself against Wanda’s side, finding a better angle to watch Wanda’s cock slip between Kate’s lips. Both you and Wanda groan at the sight of Kate taking the toy deeper, Wanda’s hand pushing her down further with no remorse.
She gags, gripping the base of Wanda’s cock, pushing the harness against her clit. Wanda gasps, releasing Kate’s hair from her grip and allowing her to move on her own. Kate uses the opportunity to take a breath, panting and staring up at Wanda with dazed eyes. A string of spit connects her to the strap.
“You gag on this cock like you were born for it, Kate,” Wanda says, admiring the way Kate spits the excess drool onto the toy, stroking it for a moment as she swirls her tongue around the tip, simply humming in response. She takes the length into her mouth again, sloppy noises filling the room as she goes as deep as she can. “I bet you’re the most popular girl around with a mouth like this. Bet you eat pussy the same way too. So fucking messy.”
Wanda's pretty sure she could spend all night like this - watching Kate suck on her strap like her life depended on it (it kind of did), with you curled up into her side, soft moans escaping from your lips each time Kate gags. As much as she'd like to see just how long Kate would willingly stay on her knees for her, not so subtly squeezing her thighs together to feel the fullness of the toys inside her, Wanda has other plans.
"Off."
Kate releases the toy from her mouth with a wet sound, licking one final stripe up the shaft. Wanda's hips twitch, aching for stimulation of her own.
"C'mere, baby," Wanda says to you, shifting so she can guide you to sit in her lap, facing Kate. She takes her cock in her hand, and both of you moan at just how drenched Kate left it as Wanda glides it through your folds. There's zero resistance as you sink down onto the toy, mouth hanging open in a gasp as you're able to take the entire thing in one go. Kate groans, eyes fixated on your cunt swallowing Wanda's cock, shifting on her knees and clenching around the toys. "You like when Kate watches you take mommy's cock, little one?"
"Yes, mommy!" You shout as Wanda gives you a hard thrust. She plants her feet hard on the ground, grabbing your hips so she can fuck up into you, using you like nothing more than a pretty fleshlight.
"My sweet, empty headed baby," Wanda coos in your ear. "There's just no brain in there once that pussy of yours gets wet. It all melts away like cotton candy. That's how Kate got you, huh? Big, mean Kate took advantage of how soft and dumb you are? Well, she's not so big and mean now, is she? No, she's just as little and needy as you are, darling. Maybe even more."
You're far too focused on your hole getting ruined to notice Wanda's eyes glow red. Scarlet waves of magic wrap around Kate, pulling her hands behind her back. You think that's all that Wanda does to her, until you hear wet noises coming from somewhere other than between your own legs. Kate practically falls over at the sudden movement of the dildo inside of her, thrusting at the same pace that she's watching you get fucked. Her moans mix with yours, and Wanda feels practically drunk with power.
"You like that, don't you?" Wanda addresses Kate, who nods furiously, trying her best to meet the thrusts of the toy. Her eyes are completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open, drool coating her lips and threatening to dribble down her chest. You're not far behind her either, leaning yourself fully back against Wanda, trying desperately not to lose yourself to the sensations and let your eyes fall closed, not wanting to miss a single moment of Kate getting ruined. "I bet this is what you wanted all along isn't it? Just wanted me to abuse those pretty holes of yours?"
All Wanda receives as a response is a broken whine, the heat in Kate's center building rapidly.
"You can cum whenever you need, little one," Wanda whispers to you. Kate assumes that means she's not going to be allowed to cum, unless she wants to face consequences. But the dildo thrusting harder into her is making it harder and harder to hold back. "What an attention whore you are, Katie. That rich bitch mother of yours not give you enough attention? Is that why you came crawling to me, acting like the biggest brat I've ever seen? Needed a mommy instead?"
"Y-y-fuck!" The response is cut off as Kate feels an intense buzzing on her clit. The sight of Kate's body trembling so intensely combined with Wanda's hands on your own clit send you over the edge, throwing your head back against Wanda's shoulder as your cunt clenches so hard around the strap that Wanda has to hold you in place to make sure you don't push it out of you.
The combination of sensations plus the sight of you coming has Kate forgetting she's supposed to hold back, and she's expecting the release of the tension in her core any second, ready to feel herself gush between her thighs...
But nothing happens.
"Wh-why..?" Kate mumbles pathetically. She can feel how close she is, like there's a little rubber band inside her that's stretched to the point of snapping. Except instead of that, it just keeps stretching further and further, the tension uncomfortable to the point of hurting.
"What's wrong?" Wanda tilts her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. You've stopped bouncing on her strap, but it still remains stuffed in your hole, Wanda's hands moving away from your clit and rubbing small circles into your thigh. Breathing heavy, you puzzle at Kate's panicked expression, not understanding why she looks so uncomfortable.
"What did you do, Wanda, why can't I..." Kate sobs as the pain of being held teetering on the edge makes her whole body jerk, almost as if it's trying to escape itself. It's like she's just being held over a cliff, not allowed to fall, but not allowed to jump backwards either. And there's only one person who can do either right now. She looks up at Wanda through watery eyes, chest heaving as the toys continue to shift inside of her.
"It's so cute that you thought I'd let you cum!" Wanda says in a saccharine tone. She moves you off of her strap, shushing the quiet whine you let out at being left empty and gaping. You're too dazed to care about Wanda jostling you around rather carelessly, holding you tight in her lap as she manages to slip the harness off of her and tug her leggings off. Wanda pulls you back against her chest, spreading your legs with her own. Kate's distracted momentarily from her struggling as she realizes just how soaked Wanda is. "Clean both of us up, Kate. Maybe after that I'll consider letting you cum."
Kate had a feeling that Wanda had no such intentions, but your tender folds were calling to her, so she wasted no time shoving her face between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your cum. She drifts down, not wanting to leave Wanda hanging, and laps just as eagerly through her folds.
"I was right. You do eat pussy just as well." Wanda gasps as Kate flicks her clit. "Keep that up, and I'll make you a regular babysitter, Kate."
Even though Wanda's still keeping her on edge, hips thrusting mindlessly as she silently begs for any sort of relief, the thought of being invited back sends Kate burying herself even deeper between Wanda's thighs.
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Dream
pairing: wanda x reader
word count: 1335
warnings: dark!themes, dark!wanda maximoff, lazy ending
summary: what you had originally thought to be dreams turn out to be something way more real.
a/n: kind of unfinished, might write a part two if requested
Screams escaping your throat, you thrashed uselessly against your restraints, tears sliding down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy from the hours of begging and pleading the witch to let you go. Your attempts were futile, and it had done nothing but amuse Wanda more.
You weren't even sure if this was Wanda. This couldn't be. Wanda wasn't like this. She wasn't a monster.
But one look at the witch's satisfied face made you beg to differ. She quirked an eyebrow, before walking over to you purposefully.
"Quite a fighter, now, aren't we?" she lulled, her Sokovian accent dripping through her words.
You bit back a sob, trying to stabilize yourself. Panicking wasn't going to get you out of this mess.
"What do you want?" you hissed.
Wanda tilted her head slightly, taking in your body in front of her, completely at her will to do whatever she pleased with it. "Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly. You shook your head, chuckling sourly at her words.
"Then explain this," you spat, gesturing towards your restraints. Wanda sighed, circling the alter she had placed you on.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I just couldn't resist. I was dying for a preview."
A smirk tugged at her features as she placed the tips of her fingertips over your face, caressing your cheek gently. "Oh, you have no idea what I've done just to get to you. It took so long just to find a universe where I wasn't here for you," she hummed. "It was all worth it."
She leaned over you, her cerulean eyes boring into yours, mesmerized, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now, hush, darling, this is nothing more than a mere dream."
"A... this is a - a what - I don't -"
Wanda pressed her lips together, a look of disappointment washing over her features. "Quite disappointing, hm?"
You shook your head, trying desperately to cling onto the bits of information the witch had just told you. You weren't sure which state you were in, but it definitely wasn't a sober one.
"Aw, don't worry your pretty little head over it," Wanda said gently. "All you have to do is wait."
She sighed once again, glancing at her wrist. "I'll see you soon."
You started thrashing against your restraints again, confusion flooding your mind. "What do you mean?" you yelled. "I - I don't... I don't understand."
Your surroundings started to glitch, and you watched in fear as the stone walls became concrete white, your back suddenly pressing against a soft mattress. Panting, you sat up, and found yourself in your bedroom.
"It was a dream," you whispered to yourself, cradling your head in your knees, tightly wrapping your arms around them. "A dream. It wasn't real. It - oh my god, I'm truly going insane."
You reached for your phone, sending a text to your therapist scheduling an appointment for later today, before rolling out of bed. It was still dark outside, the only source of light coming from your lit up phone screen.
You dragged yourself over the the bathroom, feeling the tension in the air dissipate as the cold water hit your back, thoughts racing through your mind in a crazed frenzy.
You shook your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You weren't crazy. Your therapist believed every word you said, taking concern in your recurring nightmares.
Calm down, you admonished yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. She'll understand. Your therapist will understand.
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It turned out that your therapist, in fact, did not understand.
"You have to believe me," you said, "she's coming after me."
You were well aware of how crazy you sounded, but you needed closure. You needed someone to tell you that you weren't going insane, that it was all real.
"Y/N," Dr. Lee said, a pitiful look on her face, "if you want, I can prescribe you meds. All I can tell you right now, is that all of this is in your head."
You crossed your arms, leaning back on the sofa. "You know, I'd have thought that you'd be more understanding," you snapped.
Dr. Lee looked taken aback. You were acting completely different today, and your usual soft demeanor had almost diminished entirely.
"It's the best I can do. I can see that these... nightmares are affecting you. It's a common trauma response, imagining things that aren't real. But Y/N, we both know that Wanda's dead. She died whilst fighting Thanos."
"Yeah, but what if that's what they want us to think. What if - you know - she's manipulating my mind?" you exclaimed, waving your arms around in exasperation.
Dr. Lee placed a hand on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "Look, Wanda's dead. She's not coming back. No matter how hard you try to believe that she's alive and coming for you, she's not."
You groaned, pushing the therapist's hand off you. "Whatever. I'm leaving."
"Y/N, please -"
Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door.
You were going to find out what was going on with you.
But before you could do that, you needed to collect the keys that you had accidentally forgotten in the therapist's office.
"Way to ruin the dramatic exit, Y/N," you mumbled, walking back to the room. "Hey, Dr. Lee, I seemed to have -"
You were caught off guard by the dead body that was laying on the floor. Dr. Lee was crumpled on the tiles, blood seeping out of her head, her eyes rolled back, a gun in her hand. Your breathing quickened, panic rising in your bones.
A yellow sticky note that had been stuck to the floor next to the therapist caught your attention. You cautiously walked over to it, tears burning at the back of your eyes, trepidation looming over you. On the note, in gorgeous calligraphy, were possibly the most terrifying words you had ever read, written in what seemed to be your therapist's blood.
I'm coming for you <3
You swiftly swiped the note of the floor before crumpling it and tossing it into the bin, your attention still fixed on the dead body on the floor. Plus, it wasn't like the heart that she drew at the end of the note made it any better.
You grabbed your phone, your fingers jamming against the buttons desperately as you dialed the police. The sound of ringing filled you ears, only managing to contribute to the sudden overload of emotions and noises.
"Hello, 911 speaking?"
You physically relaxed at the sound of the telecommunicator's voice, sighing in relief.
"Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I'm calling to report a dead body," you said. "I - I found my therapist dead. I'm at Sunset Room therapy center. Please, please send help."
Your words were met by static.
"Hello?" you yelled into your phone, your eyes scanning the room frantically.
More static.
"Please, hello? I - hello?!"
"Yes, ma'am, sorry, there seems to be a disturbance in your -"
The telecommunicator never managed to finish his words, cut off by screaming.
"Are - are you okay?" you asked.
"Hello, Y/N."
You dropped the phone in shock at the voice. Her.
You instantly bolted towards the door, only to find it jammed shut. You shut your eyes, bile rising to your throat. Your breaths were now ragged and short as you scrambled across the floor.
"It's okay, darling," Wanda cooed. You slowly crawled towards the phone, your hand clasped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. "You'll be safe and sound with me."
"What?"
The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you could hear the witch chuckle on the other side.
"Like I said, don't worry about it. I love you, and I'll see you soon."
"What - I - Wanda -"
Before you could get another word in, your phone exploded, bursting into flames. The door swung open, and you ran outside, as far as you could, before sliding down against the wall, tears streaming down your cheeks.
You knew she was coming for you, and you knew that when Wanda truly desires something, she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.
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Craving you
Dark!Wanda Maximoff x reader
Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆
Summary - you take a job working for Maximoff industries without realising your bosses obsession with you before it's too late.
Warnings - stalking, creepy Wanda, dark Wanda, stalker Wanda, begging, masturbation(pls I can't spell it), humping, finical abuse? Finger sucking, gagging, tears, not proofread, lmk if there's anything else I should add!!
Words- 1.9k
A/n - I've never written anything dark or like this before so even more than usual all feedback is appreciated!!! <333
Wanda Maximoff. Over achieving ruthless ceo with no weakness, we'll that was until you began working for her company. So distracting to her and her cruel attitude with you bright energy and wide smiles, how could she be mean to someone.. someone like you. Your long floral dresses which she noticed always had matching earrings and sweet smelling perfumes which reminded her of the most gorgeous flowers, she made notes to find out the brand of perfume so she could spray it across her house to remind her of you. From the minute you'd walked in on your first day she knew she wanted you, she needed you, she wanted you all to herself but for now she was content letting you continue your job unaware of her lingering gaze on your body as she'd admire every curve and edge while you walked around her office. Unaware of the way your things seemed to go missing and the tiny cameras that began to occupy all angles of your cubicle room.
Your first few weeks she kept a close eye, making sure you were settling into the office and that everyone was being nice to you.. but not too nice of course. She watched through the cttv as you made coffees for the other workers in the break room, what a sweet soul. Wanda took notice of how other coworkers looked at you making sure to move the ones who were getting too bold to another department, its not that she didn't want you to find love it just had to be with the right person, with her. She learnt your interests from eavesdropping and searching your computer after hours.. this wasn't creepy was it? No of course not she brushed off the thought, she just wanted to get to know her employees this was normal. All bosses did that. She since found out your favourite colour; lilac. That you had two pet cats called Marlo and Nixie also that they were your screensaver for your office computer. She also discovered your love for your journal, selfishy she always hoped you'd forget it after work so Wanda could read through every page and discover every little detail about your life.
It only seemed as the weeks went on her obsession seemed to grow. Finding a reason to move your cubicle closer to her office saying there was a leak where your old one was and that you'd be much safer here. The pre mentioned perfume well she found out what it was, gucci flaura. She'd found it whilst rifling through your bag while you were in the bathroom. Your salary wasn't enough to afford perfumes like this so it must of been a gift so she made sure to buy you some in preparation for your next birthday. After this the stalking . More thorough resarch began, she searched up all your social media's, found old jobs, checked extended families Facebook, somehow managed to hack your home Internet after she located your current home, a shared two bed flat in a bad area of town, god when you were her's you'd never have to share such a dingy flat the rest of your life. Back to the Internet she tracked everything you looked up or bought, occasionally deleting searches she didn't approve of. Next she worked on getting into your home's security cameras... just to make sure your safe, this city is dangerous after all.
Wandas little obsession was only growing and was beginning to get a little for lack of better words.. depraved. Shed stay up late at night watching you change in your apartment touching herself to the gorgeous silhouette of your body. She'd spray the perfume you wore around her room before humping her pillow. She followed you around town from a distance capturing pictures of you to add to her collection. Your sweetness only furthered this, the confused pout on your face when you realised your cardigan had gone missing without a trace, deciding to ask Wanda about it you missed her smug smirk instead just accepting the answer she gave you.
"Maybe you didn't bring it in darling. I mean I know how forgetful you are. Your lucky we keep around such a clutz like you." In return you'd nodded your head and left her office feeling like an idiot for even suggesting someone could have taken it.
Wanda was slowly winning you over, atleast that's what she thought until she saw you getting a little too close to a fellow coworker, Marcus. If only you could've felt her glare through the security camera. For a little bit she decided to let it go assuming Marcus was just being creepy with you ans that moving him to another department would do the trick. That only led her to see you were the one initiating the flirting with Marcus. How could you do this to her, Wanda felt her heart shattering as she threw her mug at the office wall in a fit of pure rage. You were hers. Her property. What could you not understand about that?
You'd left her no decision. She'd make you understand your place even if she had to hurt you, her precious.
You were called into Wandas office one day, unaware of her desire for you, you had assumed nothing of it hoping perhaps got a pay rise. I mean you'd been working tooth and nail recently maybe she was going to prove your work hadn't gone unnoticed. You quietly knocked on her office door and she immediately recognised the way you knocked. How couldn't she? She loved you after all.
"Y/n come sit." She tells you after letting you in. As you enter you pick up on the tension in the air, the dark edge to her voice as she spoke to you. This wasn't going to be good but you couldn't think of what you'd done. You sat back nervously in the chair infront of her desk, fearing what to come. Wanda gazed at you quietly, how cute you looked when scared. The way your eyes widened and you bit your gum, adorable. Maybe she should have done this long ago.
"I'm sure you know why your here-." She starts.
"No.. I don-.."
"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking." Wanda snaps as she hears your voice making you go quiet and shrink further into your chair wishing you could dissappear.
"Now as I was saying I'm sure you know why your here. For your inappropriate harassment of Marcus." Your jaw dropped at this news, there had to be some confusion you'd never harass anyone. You were about to speak opening your mouth to do so when she held up a hand to shush you. "We have witness statements from other colleagues to back up this statement. Marcus came to us three weeks ago saying you were making unwanted advances on him, so we moved him to another department." She pauses staring at you, judging you at least that's what you saw. You felt like the world was crumbling around you. You'd never do this to anyone this had to be a mix up. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and Wanda had to hold back a malicious grin, she had you just where she wanted you. "Today he handed in a letter of resignation stating you were becoming unbearable and beginning to scare him." Oh it was laughable the look on your face. Of course Marcus had never really resigned, Wanda had fed him the exact same story and fired him. "So that comes to you y/n. We can't have people scaring off and harassing other employees here." She can barely hold the excitement back anymore.
"So what? I'm fired?" You whispered in response, terrified for the answer you knew was coming. You hadn't done anything wrong but it was clear Wanda had made up her mind about you.
"Exactly."
She looked at you like a predator stalking it's prey.
"But.. but I needed this job.."
"You'll find another." Her voice was stern, unchanging no matter what you said.
"Please.." You managed to muster the singular word out and you swear your saw her face contort into a sick grin.
"Say it again darling."
"Please." There it was an unsettling sickening smile that made you want to squirm back in your chair.
"Hmm.. well when you beg like that." She pauses thinking for a second. "On your knees." She commands in a voice foreign to the one she usually spoke with you in.
You looked up to her hesitant thinking this could be here twisted idea of a joke but the look in her eyes made it clear she wasn't. Slowly you step off the chair and kneel down on the floor. She walks round the table placing your head against her thigh, tilting your head up to make eye contact with her and beginning to wave her hand through your hair. "Beg again. Like you mean it."
You were horrified at this idea and you knew it was wrong but you couldn't help but feel like some of this was right, the soothing feeling you felt with her hand knotted in your hair. "Please Wan-.." A harsh slap was placed against your face as you called her by her first name. Correcting yourself you began again. "Please Mrs Maximoff.." Her touch was soft again now, the hand that just hit you now gently caressing your cheek and wiping tears from it. "..please give me my job back. I really need it to pay my bills and to make ends meet. I need this job, it's the only place I've ever worked that pays me enough to survive. And I know you don't believe me but I never did those things to Marcus.. I dont know why he said that." More tears fall and you open your mouth to continue but she places her slender finger to your lips before you can speak.
"Hmmm.. your very convincing sweetheart." Her finger presses against your mouth demanding access and when you don't allow it another slap hits you forcing your mouth to open allowing her fingers inside. "Sorry about that darling I don't mean to be rough.. you see you've just made me very angry today. Suck." She commands you again and this time you listen not wanting to experience more stinging in your cheek. Slowly and a little reluctantly you suckle on her two fingers. Running your tongue along them. "Good girl." Her other hand massages your hair.
"Now it just wouldn't be appropriate to give you your old job back.. but I can think of a better one. You can work for me or should I say under me." A low laugh escapes her mouth as she looks down at your head lay against her thigh. "You could be my personal assistant. Help me out. Please me. Serve me. Now what do you think of that dorogoy?" Before letting you speak she forces her hand down your throat causing you to gag. She then removes them and licks your drool off them.
"Uhm.." It doesn't take you long to think of an answer. You needed a job and Wanda was being kind enough to offer you one again. "Yes please Mrs. Maximoff."
"That was the correct choice dear." Her finger strokes your jaw line. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting to see you like this. All mine." You want to flinch at her words but all you feel is a fluttery feeling in your stomach.
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tarot ࿏ wm
summary: in which you visit a psychic for a tarot card reading and find that her tricks seem too real.
words: 4.9K
warnings: dark!wanda, fem!reader, non-con/dubcon, tummy riding, scissoring, dildo (r receiving), size kink, use of magic for mind manipulation, dumbification, degradation
this post is a dark!fic and is for 18+ only. minors dni.
masterlist.
The loose rocks of the pavement scuffed under your heel as you mindlessly kicked them with your shoe, taking a long, slow drag from the cigarette. It was cold that night, and the smoke that you exhaled through your lips was dense with the fog from your warm breath.
Nat reached forward and took the cigarette that you were sharing from your fingers. “It’s been months, y/n.” Her leather jacket squeaked as she curled her arm to bring the cigarette to her lips. The air was damp and the music from the bar muffled as Nat leaned against her truck. “I don’t mean to be that friend who just tells you to just get over it and move on, but just get over it and move on.”
Rolling your eyes, you shoved your numb fingers into the pockets of your coat. “I have moved on.”
Nat squinted at you as she turned the cigarette back to you, and you took it, breathing in the smoke she exhaled. “You fled the bar as soon as you saw her across the room.”
You glanced around, hoping that your ex was still inside and nowhere near you. It had been two months since the nasty and dramatic breakup between you and the woman you had been with for over three years. It was sudden and unexpected, and she really gave you no other reason for it besides “I think we should see other people.” You knew that meant she had been or planned to cheat on you, which just made the entire ordeal even more sickening.
“Is it so bad that I don’t want to be around the person who dumped me after three years together? I mean, c’mon, maybe two months is a long time for you but on the time scale of relationships, it’s still very fresh to me.”
“Aha! So you haven’t moved on, like I said,” Nat countered, taking the cigarette right as you were about to take a second draw.
“No, I—I have moved on. I mean, I don’t care about her anymore. It’s not like I still love her. It just hurts seeing her.” You tried to explain it the best you could. You truly did not love her anymore and would never even fantasize or contemplate getting back with her after how crudely she had left you, but seeing her reminded you of all the hurtful words she had said and how she had betrayed your trust so cruelly. It was a reminder that you were heartbroken.
Nat only nodded, looking down at the pavement and crossing her legs. There were a few beats of silence as you stared up at the full moon and she stared at the side of your face. “You know, I would say you should try therapy, but why waste a thousand dollars when you could get a psychic reading for 20 bucks.”
“Huh?” You turned to look at her incredulously. “Why would I do that?”
Nat shrugged and handed you the cigarette. “Maybe to give you some clarity, or the closure that she never gave you. You know I don’t believe in all that holistic spiritual shit, but I do think something like a tarot card reading could help you move forward, even if it’s just by placebo effect.”
“How?”
She shrugged. “I mean, they tell you what you want to hear. It’s fake, you know. They figure out what you’re in there for and they tell you everything they can so that you leave with a smile on your face and their pockets full. Nonetheless, it’s some pretty good bullshit they spew. Better than anything I could tell you, with how shit I am at words.” She kicked at the rocks and chuckled. “It’s either that or going to church.”
You raised your eyebrows and laughed. “Church makes a psychic reading sound like heaven.”
“There’s one in town, you know?” she added, turning and pointing West. “Down at the end of Ellis Avenue.”
“Ellis Avenue?” you echoed. In all the years of your life you had lived in that small town, you’d never heard of that street. “What’s down there?”
“A shit load of nothing. It’s where the town turns into all woods. But I know there’s a tiny psychic shop down there. It’s got a purple sign that says 20 dollars for a tarot card reading.”
“Tarot cards,” you laughed. “Why have I never heard of it?”
“It used to be owned by some lady named Agatha, but there’s a new woman there now that took her place. Wendy, I think she’s called. Wait, no—Wanda! That’s it.”
“Wanda,” you sounded out the name, and you noticed how the wind picked up and caught the word from your lips, whistling it into the air eerily. “That’s a fitting name for a psychic.”
Nat flicked the cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with her boot, rocks crackling under her heel. “You should go tonight. I’m sure it stays open pretty late.”
You glanced back to the bar, knowing that your ex was somewhere still inside. You certainly weren’t going back in there, and Natasha didn’t seem like she was willing to go home yet, so your only other options were to either go home and sleep or go test out this psychic.
“Fine,” you finally said, digging your car keys out of your pockets. “I’ll go check it out.”
Nat hesitated suddenly. “Well, actually it’s a little late. Maybe we can go tomorrow, and I’ll go with you.”
You were already walking to your car. “I’m not getting any sleep tonight after seeing her, anyway. I might as well just go.”
Nat looked around and scratched her head. “Well, just be safe. There really is nothing on that end of town, and I have no idea who this woman is. Keep your phone on you and text me when you get there and when you leave.”
“Okay, mother,” you joked, to which she grinned. You waved her goodbye and got in your car, watching as Nat walked back into the bar.
“Ellis Avenue,” you whispered as you typed the words into the map app on your phone. Nothing came up. “Huh?” You deleted it and typed it again, but still nothing showed. Did Nat get the name wrong?
You glanced out your window in the direction that Nat had pointed. She said it was on the far West end of town, where the woods started. You supposed you could just drive around until you found it—the town was too incredibly small for you to not find it. You imagined that you were so used to the town that you never looked hard enough to notice new things, and that’s why you had never seen the shop before.
Buckling up, you pulled out of the bar and onto the road. You drove West across town, taking a few turns that you knew would lead you to the woods. After a while of seeing nothing, you thought maybe Nat was pranking you, but finally, you saw a dingy street sign that read Ellis Avenue and a tiny little shop with a purple sign that read $20 for tarot card reading above a hand with an eye in the palm.
There were no cars in the parking lot. The place barely looked open if it weren’t for the blinking purple sign. You paused, wondering if this was really safe. It was late at night, and this shop was way out of town, alone and isolated on a road where there were no other shops or houses.
It seemed intriguing, though. As you stopped in the middle of the road and stared at the shop, you felt something pulling you towards it. Maybe it was the universe telling you that this was going to be good for you, that whatever this psychic could tell you would be the key to unlocking your grief and moving forward with your life. Whether it was placebo or not, maybe this would help you be in the same room as your ex without freaking out and fleeing.
Trusting what you believed to be your intuition, you cut your wheel and turned into the gravel driveway, your headlights reflecting off the dark tinted front windows. Shutting off your car, you walked up the crickety front steps to the door. You paused, feeling almost as if you should knock before entering. Considering that it was a public shop, you just helped yourself inside, gently opening the door to be met with the intensely strong smell of incense.
A cough scratched at your throat as you stepped inside and closed the door. The air was smoky from an incense stick burning in the corner and from probably two dozen candles burning all around the room. Your eyebrows sewed together as you looked around curiously.
Everywhere you looked were little trinkets and whatnots—crystals of varying sizes and shapes and colors, tiny bottles of strange colored liquids, little jars filled with herbs and flowers and sealed shut with melted wax, bundles of sage and other herbs and leaves, and other little things that you could not recognize. Whoever this psychic was, she truly put on the act and made her shop part of the show. It would be impossible for someone to walk in and not feel like they were being handled by someone who knew what they were doing in the realm of spirituality.
You jumped when you heard a shifting sound, your eyes flickering to a curtain of beads that separated this room and another. Through the curtain that was parted by a ringed hand came a woman, a young woman with long brown curls and smokey green eyes.
“Hello,” she greeted you with a low, accented voice. “How may I be of service to you tonight?” Her voice was pleasant but careful, and her narrowed eyes looked you up and down as if she were suspicious of you.
“Hi,” you squeaked, knowing how silly you probably looked standing in her room of witchy tools. She wore a black dress with a red scarf wrapped around her arms, her fingers fiddling together as she neared you. “Um, are you Wendy—I mean, Wanda?”
An amused look crossed her eyes. “I am. And you’re y/n.”
Your spine jumped out of your skin. How did she know your name? You looked down at yourself, wondering if maybe your wallet was hanging out and showing your ID, but there was no reason she could have known your name. You chalked it up to it just being a small town and everybody knowing everybody. “Yeah.”
“Sit,” she spoke, gesturing to the table sat in the center of the room with candles lining it. You saw a crimson set of tarot cards sitting perfectly on the tabletop. “You’re here for a tarot card reading.” She simply said it rather than asking it.
“I suppose,” you slowly began, feeling your nerves tingling. You tried to remind yourself that psychics were like magicians. They used tricks you were unaware of to make it look like they can read your mind or have supernatural abilities.
You carefully sat down at the circular table, and once you were sitting, she gracefully sat down opposite from you, letting the red scarf slip off her arms and hang over the seat of her chair. The smell of the incense was almost nauseating as you watched her fingers take the tarot cards and begin shuffling them expertly.
The silence was loud as she eyed you while shuffling. You supposed she was pretending to look hard into your mind, so you just stared back at her.
“It must have been hard seeing your ex at the bar,” she said simply as she started to cut the deck into thirds. Her hands were moving so swiftly you couldn’t keep up with them, only seeing a blur of rings and cards.
Your lips parted in shock. “Um… I know you’re a ‘psychic’ or whatever, but how the hell did you know that?”
She didn’t answer you. She laid the cards into three decks in front of you and then withdrew her hands, leaning back in her seat. You noticed then how quiet and solitary the shop was, how intimate with its low lighting and flickering candles and smoke.
“Draw the top card from each pile,” she instructed, a sultry tone in her voice.
You wanted to press her question further, but you reached forward and took the top card from each pile as she said, laying them face-down on the table in front of you. When you were finished, she slid the remaining piles to the side and flipped over the first card to your left. You were confused when you saw that the card was upside down.
“The Chariot,” she read, her eyes blinking thoughtfully. “Reversed. Your future has been carried away from you.”
You tried not to scoff, but she noticed anyway, sharply eyeing you and pursing her lips. She continued anyway, flipping over the second card which was upright.
“Death.”
Your heart started to pound in your chest, your brain already calculating what that card meant. It was eerie, the way it looked, drawn in a smudgy black and white sketch of a body laying dead on the ground and a horseback knight, assumedly the murderer, jumping high over its victim.
“Your relationship ended abruptly, and you find grief a difficult transition.”
You still did not know how she knew you had been through a breakup, but maybe it was an easy guess for a young girl walking into a psychic shop. A part of you, a very gullible part, started to wonder if maybe she really was a psychic.
Finally, she turned over the last card. Chills pierced your spine as you recognized the Satanic image on the card—Baphomet, a horned man, drawn with an unnerving smile over the words The Devil.
“Ah,” she smiled, her lips curling into a pearly smile that caught your eye. She was a beautiful feigned sorceress, that was for sure. “You’ve been tricked.”
Your face scrunched at her words. “Tricked? How?” You were genuinely curious what she meant, even if you were starting to fall for her illusions.
She paused for a thoughtful moment, fiddling with the rings on her fingers as she stared at the card. “She was judgmental, wasn’t she?”
You held your breath, silently urging her to go on.
“She made you feel ashamed of yourself and manipulated you into thinking you were nothing without her. She even made you feel like you were unworthy of her love, though she suffocated you with it before taking it away abruptly. She tricked you into thinking you could not breathe without her, and then she took away your oxygen. And you didn’t even know it was happening, did you, detka?”
She was staring at you now, her misty eyes gazing into your own. A drowsy feeling overtook you, and you couldn’t keep hold of your thoughts. They were rushing past you, plucked just before you could think them, scrambled out of your reach. You didn’t know it was the crimson glow on her fingertips under the table giving you this blank and dazed feeling.
“I…” you trailed, your head starting to pound. “How did you…”
“I am a psychic,” she spoke, and her voice started to sound far away from you, though she was sitting just across the small table. “Says it on the door. You knew it before you came in.”
Tilting your head, you squinted at her, your mouth forming words that your brain would not let your tongue speak. Suddenly, you felt like you had forgotten completely how to speak.
It was then that every candle in the room except for the few on the table were snuffed suddenly by a gushing wind that tickled your hair across your cheek. In the dark, under the glow of the table’s remaining candles, you saw a scarlet light in her eyes.
“You… you’re…”
“I am everything you think I am and more,” she interrupted you. “And you are more than you think.” She leaned forward, bringing her hand out of the table. You watched as she twisted and curled her fingers around in the air, sparkly red magic dancing between them as she scrambled your brain with a tilted head and a curious stare.
Suddenly, flashing memories of your ex passed through your mind. The fights, the arguments, the words you had pushed down and forgotten about under your ex’s manipulative gaslighting.
Wanda spoke, “She made you think the relationship was perfect so you would stay with her for as long as she wanted you, and so that when she didn’t want you anymore, she got to have the upper hand while you suffered. Evil little cunt.”
“That’s not true—”
“I’m seeing it right here, detka.” She twisted her fingers, and the moments were clear in your mind. Your head started to feel fuzzy, your vision dim as you gripped the table, losing all sense of balance like you might fall right out of the chair. “How could someone treat a perfect little kitten like that? Take you for granted so, and leave you out on the road like a discarded dog.”
Now your heart was starting to hurt as much as your head, and before you realized it, you were crying. The smell of incense was burning hard through your nostrils as the witch picked her way through your brain and scrambled the rest. She was surprised at how easy it was to get in your head from the moment you had walked through the front door. She heard your thoughts before she even stepped in the room and looked at you. Now, seeing how easily a non-magical human had broken you down, she gleamed at the thought of how easy it would be for her and her powers to dumb you down even further.
“Stand up.”
Control over your own body was way past you. You moved at her words, standing sharply to your feet. She grinned in satisfaction and stood slowly, walking towards the curtain of beads she had first came through. She didn’t even have to speak or move her fingers for you to follow, floating mindlessly after her through the long strings of beads into the next room.
The back room was small, a sort of bedroom with a crimson velvet bed and a few pieces of furniture. More candles were lit back there, and the smell of incense was even stronger.
“Take off your clothes, detka, and lay down.”
Your body submitted to her voice. Mind far from matter, you peeled your own clothes away until you were bare naked and laid down on the bed, feeling the velvety red sheets on your nude skin.
Wanda sauntered towards the end of the bed, feasting upon your nudity with her darkened orbs. Her hands sinking into the mattress, she crawled on all fours onto the bed and towards you. You couldn’t describe what it was you were feeling. The state of your mind was both entranced and clear, sunk deep into murky waters while also soaring high in the clouds. It felt like static buzzing within and around you, and between blimps of momentary unconsciousness you suddenly saw that Wanda was now straddling you, her short black dress resting high on her thighs. You could feel her bare pussy resting on your lower stomach, her hands gliding across your upper abdomen.
“The most perfect thing to have fallen in my hands,” she whispered, her hands snaking over your tits and squeezing them eagerly. A whine escaped your throat, and she looked surprised to see that you were still present. “Still with me, detka? Let’s have a little fun before you go. I like playing with my new toys right out of the package.”
Her magic infiltrating your conscience was hot and feverish like fire, like bits of ember and ash sizzling away at the mass of your cognizance. It trickled down through your skull like lava and burned the inside of your throat. What piece of you was still there tried to file through which exact moment it was that she caught you—as soon as you walked in? When you inhaled the strong incense? Or was it when you sat at the table? Or when you touched the cards? Was it the very moment when you stopped your car in the middle of the road and stared at the blinking purple sign? Could it possibly be the very moment that you looked up at the full moon outside the bar as Nat told you about this place? Which moment was it that she found her way inside your head and stapled the roots of her magic to your mind?
It felt like you were lucid dreaming as the witch’s hands scoured your body, groping at your tits, squeezing the soft flesh of your waist, tickling over your collarbones and neck. You felt pressure on your lower tummy and saw that she was grinding her bare cunt against you, her wetness sliding easily over your skin.
“Silly puppy,” she taunted with a sharp laugh, her hands fondling your breasts as she undulated her hips against you, skirt catching on your waist. Your skin was growing sweaty under her fingers as her magic coursed through your blood like a venomous infection. “A witch doesn’t reveal her tricks, does she?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a soft moan, grinding harder on your stomach as she pinched and tugged harshly at your nipples. Your body reacted with a small gasp and a jolt through your muscles, and she smiled.
Lifting up, she backed herself between your legs and then spread them open wide at an angle, casting one leg over yours. Your breathing picked up as she pressed her clit against yours, grinding her cunt into you.
“Fuck, puppy,” she moaned, throwing her head back as dirty squelching noises filled the room. You were wetter than you had realized, and it was evident by the feeling of both yours and Wanda’s juices mixing together. She pushed your hips upward so that she was at a better angle, halfway folding your body as she used your pussy to get herself off. A drop of your mixed wetness started to slide down your tummy, running over the spot that was still wet from when she had grinded herself there.
“You don’t have to worry about a thing, detka,” she grunted, her eyebrows sewing together as the bed started to squeak with her motions. “You just be a good toy and let me use you, and I’ll take care of everything. You won’t have to worry about your ex anymore, or your job, or your friends, or even your life. It’s in my hands now.”
Her feelings of pleasure allowed her focus to slip momentarily, and you took the opportunity to string together words of your own will, still struggling to speak. “P-Please,” you said coarsely, looking at her with pleading eyes. She knew exactly what you meant, because she was inside you with her own mind in yours, and she could feel that coil of pressure in your belly, and you could feel hers, too.
She grinned, grinding her clit harder against yours, reaching up to pinch at your nipples. Your body squirmed, teeth piercing into your own lip as a moan escaped your throat, heavenly pleasure washing over you in an orgasm like a warm ocean wave. Wanda moaned and her hips stuttered as she came, her hand that was holding your leg up squeezing your flesh painfully.
She panted as she came down, and you thought maybe that would satisfy her and she would let you go, but now she was crawling down between your open legs and shoving her face between them.
“Ah!” you whined as her tongue lapped over your throbbing clit, slipping down to push deep inside you and tasting you there. Your body reacted outside of your control, trying to jerk away.
“Be still,” she ordered in a whisper, and your body commanded like a machine, stilling as she continued lapping at your sensitive clit. She suckled and pulled away to spit right on your slit before returning her mouth to you again.
“W-Wanda,” you mouthed, hands squeezing at the sheets as another coil of pressure sprung within your belly. It tightened and tightened as she devoured you, and before you knew it, you were blinded with another orgasm, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as you cried out.
Coming back up, she licked her lips and moaned at your taste, wiping your remnants from her mouth and spreading it over your belly. Your legs were trembling now, clit throbbing painfully, but by the look in her eyes, she was not done.
“You saw all my toys in there,” she spoke as she leaned over you to reach to the nighstand beside the bed, one of her necklaces tickling your nose in a cool metal graze. “But I keep some in here for special pets like you.”
Dumbed down, you didn’t know what she meant until, after hearing her open a drawer and rummage around, she kneeled back down between your legs, holding an uncomfortably large dildo in her hands.
You had the urge to jump off the bed and run away, but her magic had been keeping you pinned to the bed this whole time. You watched with wide eyes as she spit on the dildo and smeared her saliva around it, lowering herself down between your legs again and running the tip of the toy through your folds. Jolts of electricity went through you at the touch on your overstimulated pussy, your voice strings cracking together to sound out a pathetic whine.
“If you’re going to be a good toy, you will take whatever I give you,” she whispered, eyes concentrated on your bright red clit and the way your wet folds moved around the dildo as she teased it through them. “Be a good pet.”
She pushed the tip into your entrance, and for a moment, pleasure coursed through you, but as she pushed it in further and your hole ached to stretch around its girth, you cried out, “T-too b…big.”
“Take it, my dirty slut,” she husked, grabbing your thigh and jerking your legs open wider. Sharp pain filled you as she stuffed your pussy full of the dildo, sinking it all the way inside until the hilt touched your skin, and the tip of it was braced against your cervix. Your mouth fell open at how full you felt, how deep it was, at how much your walls ached and throbbed around it. “That’s it,” she praised, “That’s so good, detka.”
She eased it out, earning a hiss from you, and then forced it back in, doing this slowly until the resistance eased and she started to thrust it harshly into you.
“Look at you, taking the whole thing,” she spoke as she grabbed your knees with her free hand and bent them against your stomach so she could fuck you deeper. Using her magic to keep your knees bent, she placed her free hand on your clit and started to rub it hard.
“No!” you exclaimed, your clit hurting from the contact that it was ultra-sensitive to. You tried to squirm, but you couldn’t, and the dildo was hammering hard into you and poking through the skin of your lower tummy and making your legs turn to jelly. “W-Wanda,” you cried, feeling hot tears run down your cheeks.
She smirked at you, feasting on the sight of you crying and begging her to stop, wanting to squirm away from the overstimulation. She was trying to break you down even more, dwindle and dumb you down into a messy puddle of nothing, and she was doing a great job of that.
Squelching noises filled the air as she pivoted the dildo into your hole at a rough speed with one hand and rubbed hard at your clit with the other, pausing only to spit on your rubbed raw clit before rubbing it again.
“W-w-w…” You tried to speak, but your mind was so scrambled, and you were in so deep under her spell and her cruel administrations to your body that you couldn’t do anything but scream as two orgasms violently crashed over you one right after the other. You didn’t even notice that you squirted upon the second one, shooting the warm liquid right upon the skin of Wanda’s chest where her dress did not cover.
She twisted the dildo inside you as you came, urging more liquid out of you until finally there was no more, and you were on the brink of blacking out. Finally, she pulled the dildo out of you and put it away, putting your legs back down on the bed and climbing off you.
Your core ached and throbbed as more tears slid down your cheeks, your legs violently trembling. Wanda rounded the bed to place a hand over your forehead. Through teary vision, you took one last glimpse of her.
“You will be my best toy,” she whispered, a dimple forming in her cheek as she smiled before whispering, “Sleep.”
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You Don't Have to Pretend Part 2
Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: TW, Eating Disorder, Dark wanda, a few swear words, previous kidnapping, mind control
Summary: wandas intentions become...clearer
Word Count: 1.3k
Part 1 Part 3
Wanda's Pov
I brought y/n to my cabin that was protected magically, just like the hex from west view but better, far better. I knew once I explained everything to her, she'll understand. If she doesn't, well then I can teach her a lesson.
I laid her carefully on the bed not that it would matter If I was rough cause I used magic to knock her out for a few hours but I didn't want to hurt her, I also removed the small diamond ring that bitch tried to claim her with.
After I made sure y/n was comfortable I pulled a blanket over her body and took out a book to read while I waited for her to wake up, I can't wait to have the life I've always dreamed of especially with her
Y/n's Pov
I woke up dazed and with a thumping headache. my hand flew to my head as I sat up, but I quickly realised that I wasn't in my home or at work. "wh- ..what the hell.. Where am i?" I stammered a little, then I noticed a familiar figure sitting in the corner of the room looking at me with a soft smile "Wands? Where's Kelly?" I asked, severely confused. What the fuck even happened?!?
"Don't worry about that bitch, my sweet." Wanda said in a sickly sweet voice, far too sweet to be the Wanda I knew, and she called my fiancée a bitch. I looked down and noticed my ring was missing too
"Wanda," I said slowly, "where is my ring?" I questioned, sitting myself up in the soft and unbelievably comfortable bed.
"It's gone" She said simply and shrugged nonchalantly and then got up, placing her book aside on the set of drawers beside her.
"Gone?! Gone where?!" I asked panicking far more, the ring wasn't that expensive sure but it was special to me
"Relax baby," Wanda lightly pushed me back down into the soft bed and I couldn't help but sigh a little "I'm gonna make you something to eat, you liked my paprikash, right?" Wanda asked me, I nodded slightly before I moved to get it off the bed again "Ah ah, you stay, you've had a long day. I'll explain everything after you are fed, promise.." Wanda smiled scrunching her nose up a little before she kissed my forehead and left the room.
I did end up getting out of the bed. I looked around the room for at least 10 minutes to try to find my ring but alas I didn't find it. I also didn't have my phone or anything else in my pockets like I used to have.
"what are you doing?" Wanda asked, I spun around and there she stood, with a sickeningly sweet smile spread across her face
"I need to call my fiancée Wanda, you know, to tell her I'm alright and that I'll be home soon" I explained to her, Wanda hummed and sat on the edge of the bed "where even are we?" I asked her, she looked at me with her beautiful green eyes
"Home." She told me softly, then she stood up and tried to get closer to me. I backed away "Don't do that y/n, you love me now." she told me with a low tone and a dark glint in her eyes.
"I don't know you anymore-" I whispered "And I definitely don't love you, Wanda." I snapped at Wanda. Her eyes went from foresty green to menacing Scarlet red in a matter of mere seconds
"You do love me y/n, you are the only one I have ever needed, and you need me, can't you see?! I did this for us!" She yelled angrily as my back hit the wall. She closed the distance that was between us and took my hands in hers "Please My sweet… don't make me use my magic on you.." She half pleaded, but I don't think she really cared what she had to do, I shook my head repeatedly
"This isn't right, Wanda," I whispered, looking away from her. She squeezed my hands a little
"Look at me y/n.." she said softly. When I didn't, she removed one hand from mine and lightly gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at her. "When I say something, you do it." She grit out but then quickly smiled
"Wanda, let me go, I have a life you can't just take me" I told her pulling my hand out her grasp she frowned taking my hand and placing it over her heart making me severely confused
"This heart, it only beats for you y/n, I'm never letting you go, I wish you'd have just compiled, but I guess you really are just my silly baby." She said, taking her her hands up to my temples
"This isn't love, Wanda!" I told her with a spark of confidence she pulled away her hands, and I felt relieved for a moment
"You love me. Not her." Wanda spat angrily taking out my ring from her pocket
"My ring!" I tried to grab it off her, but Wanda shoved me down, and I hit the floor with a gentle thud thanks to her magic, keeping me from actually hurting myself.
"It's so small, and you, my love, deserve the best." Wanda grinned before the ring melted into nothing, I gasped in shock
"You're crazy!" I screamed at her with tears in my eyes
"I'm not crazy." She glared irritated. "You told me I always had someone y/n. that someone was always going to be you, I've seen the multiverse my Darling. We are meant to be." Wanda explained before a new ring appeared in her hands, it was a silver ring with a large red Ruby, she then took my hand and slid it onto my hand… I have to admit it is a beautiful ring..
"Wa- the multiverse?" I asked, registering her words properly now
"Yes, I'll do anything for you, my love. Just give in." Wanda whispered in my ear
"I can't" I whispered back squeezing my eyes shut and covering my ears, I could hear her sigh and pull me up
"You want this y/n, deep down you know it" Wanda growled slightly before she placed me down on the bed, I could hardly even be mad at her, sure, she melted my ring and kidnapped me but she's only been gentle and- what am I saying?!
"Stay out my head, wanda." I murmured to her. She only tilted her head and pretended to be confused, but I saw the glint in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing.
What would kelsy no it's… what's her name.. why can't I remember her name? We are supposed to get married in the summer no, no it was spring? Autumn.
"Y/n?" Wanda said drawing me out my thoughts, wanda now had a bowl of paprikash in her hands "you need to eat" She smiled softly but I shook my head and crawled back
"Why can't I remember her name?- it's started with a k, right?" I said unsure of myself
"Just give into it baby, you'll feel better after.." Wanda smiled and I nodded slightly before I let her feed me her paprikash, giving in isn't wrong…she wants me she loves me, how can I deny that?
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Already mine. (Dark! Wanda/Scarlet Witch)
Summary: you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out.
Warnings: implied past and future non-con, explicit violence, implied murder, mind control, jealosy, obsession and delusional behaviour. Do not read this if you’re a minor and you’re not 18+. Also if you’re not comfortable with these dark themes, block my account and the tags please.
Note: I just started this blog a few days ago after a long time thinking about it. Aand yup, here I am. Please let me know what you think. <3
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You smiled even though desperation was still the predator of your body. You had succeeded, somehow you had managed to break out of control. You dropped the plate with the perfectly composed food, finally looking around.
The house in which you were imprisoned for so many years, always playing the same role. Prepare the food, be a good girl, her good treasure. You sobbed feeling the tears of happiness run down your face. How many times you screamed trying to make yourself heard but only the most splendid of your smiles came out of your face.
You were completely under her control when she realized she could never have you. Your heart belonged to another person and you still didn't know if she left him alive, but you knew you would die if she killed him.
With a shaking sigh and hands you could barely control, you took off that hideous green apron she loved to see you wearing and started heading for the door.
You have abandoned the kitchen, the dishes and the recipe book that you knew by heart for all these years.
That was your routine and the morning wasn't that bad because she wasn't home. But oh, the evening was your nightmare. No matter how much she could control your mind, she had never been able to get this deep, and she could feel it. You knew she saw your suffering, your despair, but she ignored it. She looked at you with the sweetest of smiles and approached, kissing your head and placing her delicate hands on your hips.
You stood still but your terrified gaze went to her hands which turned red and threatened to inflict the worst of pains on you.
You knew Wanda would never mind hurting you, she already had. But oh, that was for your own good.
You were supposed to leave your boyfriend for your own sake, he wasn't that good to you, you deserved more. She worshiped you but demanded that you do it too, and she forced you to do it: you cooked her favorite dishes, always slept next to her, obeyed whatever she said.
Sometimes, when you were quiet and not mentally screaming, she would also let you wander for a few hours without mentally controlling you. And it was so good, damn good.
You had learned over time to get used to it, even to thank her. But you never learned to control your thoughts, and that was your big mistake.
You've been planning for months to find a way to get out of her control. You noticed tiny details, you knew you could do something, but you couldn't think about it, not with her. You had missed something though and she had picked it up.
When you approached the door you saw a red glow from the crack. You froze in your footsteps with a steady breath in your throat, then slowly walked away.
"W-Wanda?" you asked faintly, almost whispering. The door swung open and the handle flew away. You bent down to be able to dodge it, permanently losing your balance and ending up on the ground. You saw her face: disappointment, bitterness and anger. So much anger. She wanted to hurt you, she had made it clear by the lack of any sarcastic grin or a hint of pain.
She had only come to do you the worst harm you could bear. You let the scream stuck in your throat have a chance to get out, then back off and get back on your feet.
You had to run, it didn't matter if you didn't have a chance, you had to run. It was your survival instinct, and you knew that even if you gave up, she would put you through hell. Tears completely obscured your vision and sobs made your body tremble completely.
You heard no footsteps, just a red glow chasing you wherever you went. You managed to get to the stairs and start climbing them quickly, two by two. Then you felt something grab your ankle, followed by a sickening noise and unspeakable pain in your ankle.
The strong push back made you fall with your chin on the step and you could only cry in pain. You touched your deeply split lip and started crying desperately, knowing that any words would be useless.
At that point, the glow disappeared and she stepped forward. Her expression was livid. She grabbed you roughly by the hair, ignoring your protests and yelps of pain.
"Please--" you couldn't speak, it hurt so much. You could feel the blood running down her chin and the desperate tears falling on the bloodstained stairs, mingling with it.
"I thought you learned, didn't you? I thought you finally learned something, you ungrateful little one!" she let go of her hair only when she finished screaming in your face, banging your head against the wall. You yelp in pain again, not even having time to hold your head and ease the pain.
You wanted desperately to beg her but she didn't give you time. She bent to your level and took your cheeks with one hand, so much to dig them out and nail her nails into your flesh.
"She was right. I can't really make you love me if he's not dead. I had to listen to Natasha and not let my heart listen to you instead." she kept ranting, and if it had been a mere avalanche of insults you might as well have tried to dissociate yourself from that horrible moment.
Instead, your eyes widened and your yelps of pain stopped. You looked at her, just looked at her with pleading eyes and a desperation that almost made Wanda jump. No, you didn't know, she was there.
At that moment you were hoping that she could really change something, she could find in her heart the strength to understand that she was making a monstrosity.
"You... look at yourself." she taunted you and you found it amusing, that she had your same pain painted on her face.
"You're in love with him, still. 3 years and you still have hope of seeing him, you- you didn't just save his life, you were waiting for him. You didn't want to go on, you just wanted to put him on standby."
Her pained expression was replaced with a stony, heartless one. But something you saw in her eyes was pure obsession. You only now realized your mistake: Wanda hated any connection with the outside world, even if thought of. It didn't matter if it was the simple cafe next door or the nice gentleman who sometimes played a game of cards with you, no, she hated it.
How could she not hate that your heart belonged to someone else?
"Please Wanda... please, I beg you I will change, I’ll be better. I will, yes, I will be completely yours." you pleaded, climbing onto her lap and approaching her face. You even tried to move to give her a kiss and she, despite the still iron grip on her cheeks, allowed it.
She slowly kissed back and when you pulled away you could see the blood staining her pale lips. She then she smiled at you softly, letting go of the painful grip.
"You are already mine, my love. But you must understand it well... and to do that, there must be no distractions."
Before you could even retort her eyes were already lighting up with that blood red you feared so much and the person you feared most in the world appeared: Scarlet Witch. She stood up again and without giving you a chance to move, she used her magic to drag you into the bedroom you have in common.
She locked you up without even looking at you one last time, only announcing that she would be back later and that you would have exemplary punishment. That night you could only stay on the floor, refusing to stay in the bed where she had violated you so many times that you lost count.
You had lost everything now.
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camp counselor!wanda x reader
word count: 6k
warnings: homophobia and homophobic slurs, conversion therapy, manipulation, gaslighting, references to drug use, unhealthy power dynamics (so rape), noncon to dubcon, cunnilingus, degrading, fingering, nipple play, size kink, general mean Wanda
a/n: me? posting blasphemous content on Easter Sunday? I would never
It looked harmless enough. You weren’t sure what you had been anticipating, mostly because you had been trying to keep your mind off of the unavoidable destination, but it certainly wasn’t the depressing place you had expected. No, they were smart enough to keep that reality away from the parents that dropped their ‘troubled’ children off. If anything, it looked like the kind of summer camp that a lot of your friends would be enjoying about that time.
There wasn’t a church for one thing. In its place was what appeared to be a ranch style house that had kept its traditional family features such as the pair of rocking chairs on the porch and the maintained flowerbed around the borders. On either side of the building, closing in the driveway, were several other intimate buildings that created the impression of a community style living. They were all decorated with various posters about god’s love and acceptance that you guessed you were going to be hearing a lot about during your stay.
Your mother got out of the car first as a man who looked like he was still being dressed by his own mum jogged over from the main house to greet you both. You clenched your grip on your bag strap before deciding to face the music and follow her lead, still examining the area sceptically as your mother and the man introduced themselves. Your mother failed to deliver the same excitement the blonde did, but she attempted to force it nonetheless while your hosts laughed easily at something she had said.
You weren’t listening to either of them as you retrieved your other bag from the boot of the car, not expecting the man to walk around the other side to greet you. “Y/n!” He said like you were an old friend. “I’m Reverend Vision but you can call me Rev Vis.” You most certainly weren’t going to be doing that. “We’re so happy to have you here, let me give you the grand tour of our home,” he beckoned. You trailed behind them.
“Do you live on site?” Your mother asked.
“Oh yes, me and the Mrs. We love our work,” he drowned on and began guiding you through the various rooms of the two buildings either side of his house. The more you learnt about the place, the more you began to dread your stay. There were ‘entertainment’ rooms that were filled with musical instruments and religious books and music. A canteen area fueled by the kitchen in which all of the students were to prepare every meal. A prayer room that was deserted at that time. Finally, the dorms.
Vision wasted no time in searching through your bags for anything that could “interfere with your journey” and came up empty handed, much to his well hidden disappointment. Your mother didn’t seem to notice it, too focused on the contents that came out of your bag, but you saw the flicker of his brow when he declared you were all good and began explaining the long lists of rules that you had no intention of memorising.
“And we do not allow any kind of sexual acts, with yourself or others,” he said lightly. Your mother shifted uncomfortably and you nodded. You had no intention of being caught by him with your hands down your pants when he did his checks during the night. You didn’t anticipate being there long because you were fully prepared to fake your conversion to heterosexuality. How hard could it be? Besides, you dreaded to think how much your parents were paying the capm under the illusion that they could somehow change you. You had to find it humorous, otherwise it would really fucking hurt.
It still did when you watched your family car disappear past the camp gates and into the dense tree line. You sighed, resting your head gently against the cool glass of your window and took in the camp in its entirety. It was a waste of beautiful land, you concluded as you examined where the large field met the changing trees. There were a couple guys in the camp uniform playing football on the grass while a cluster of girls sat to the side cheering them on. Apparently you had caught the end of the game, because Vision appeared on the edge of the grass and called them back inside, most likely to prepare for dinner.
“Y/n,” a voice behind you called. You spun around at the unexpected caller just as she opened her arms and enveloped you in a tight hug that took you wholly by surprise.
“Hi?” You greeted as a question, making the older woman chuckle as she held you before pulling away and keeping her soft hands on your arms as she took you in and allowed you to do the same. Holy fuck she was beautiful. Her striking emerald eyes bore straight through your own and somehow had the ability to make you feel entirely exposed, as though it would be futile to ever conceal anything from her, including your undeniable attraction to her. In contrast, her smile was soft and polite as she gazed at you in a friendly fondness you would with someone you haven't seen in a long time. There was something noticeably comforting in it and the way she carried an entirely put together personar that you wanted a peek beneath. Metaphorically of course… but also literally.
“I’m Wanda, Vision’s wife.” Rev Vis was punching way above his weight. This woman’s voice was even hot. Maybe pretending to be straight would be harder than you thought.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled and glanced away awkwardly, finding her impossible to maintain eye contact with. She didn’t seem to care as she hooked her finger under your chin and turned your head to keep your attention on her.
“I have every faith you’re going to do so well here, sweetheart,” she told you fondly then dropped her hand and took a respectful step back. Right, gotta leave room for jesus. “Your roommate will be back soon then you too should head down for supper,” she instructed as she headed for the door.
“Okay,” you nodded and pretended to unpack your bags.
“See you later, honey,” she said before disappearing. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding and collapsed onto your bed.
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Your first day dragged by painstakingly slowly. Between meals, you attended bible study taught by Vision who gave you his extra attention as it was your first time there. He asked you to compare your own relationship with god to that which he was teaching, expecting an answer in front of all the other students who had been through the same ordeal and spotted your lies as well as Vision did. Apparently everyone did the same when they started at the camp.
You had kitchen duty in the morning and garden duty in the afternoon (which was probably the least crap one) before you had to sit down for what felt like hours to listen to Vision sing about god on a guitar he didn’t know how to tune properly. During every interaction you had with him, all you could think about was how he had ended up with a woman like Wanda. Had they been high school sweethearts? Had their parents pushed them together? Did he have some kind of twisted blackmail over her? They were the only three explanations that made any sense to you but you weren’t about to ask any of the other students for their input.
As it turned out, your daily routine was also going to include a one on one session with the older woman which should have been something to act as a silver lining in your stay, but it was the most challenging aspect of all.
“When did your desire for women begin?” She asked after some small talk.
“I’m not sure,” you lied in an effort to buy yourself some time to think of a good response. She smiled at you softly.
“You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to god,” she informed lightly.
“A couple years ago,” you replied honestly. This seemed to please her.
“And how did it manifest?” She sounded genuinely curious to know, lulling you into being unexpectedly open with her. It wasn’t as though you had anyone else to talk about that stuff with.
“There was a girl in my class that I thought was pretty,” you told her as you recalled your first real crush. “I felt more when she smiled at me than I did when I kissed a boy.” Wanda smiled as though she could see the purity of your memory as well as you could. Except to her, it wasn’t so innocent.
“The devil likes to work his way into places we could never expect,” she told you and your smile dropped. “Especially when we’re naive,” she added. It sounded as though she didn’t hold anything against you and she wholly believed you had been seduced by the devil himself and that it was impossible for there to be any other explanation.
“I was seventeen,” you reasoned. “I wasn’t naive.” Wanda liked the challenge you gave her. That whisper of a promised defiance gave her a thrill she knew to keep a cap unless she was required to use it. She would do anything for her beloved students to guide them back on the right path, especially one that wore the face of morality so well.
“And what do you mean by that?” Wanda enquired.
“I knew- I know what desire and attraction feel like,” you told her without looking her in those expectant eyes that unknowingly glimmered at your revelation.
“Lust,” Wanda said simply. “One of the hardest sins to resist when it affects one so physically.”
“Surely it can’t be bad if it’s natural,” you pointed out. That was not the response the brunette wanted to hear.
“It is not natural,” Wanda said so quickly that she had to take a moment to recollect herself as you looked at her with shock as you took in that momentary crack in her exterior. It was interesting to watch and you wondered why it had hit a nerve. Surely you weren’t the only one to come into her office and state the fact.
“Y/n,” she called slowly. “If lust comes to you while you are here, you must come and tell me,” she told you seriously. Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t be doing that. You agreed obediently anyway.
“Good,” she smiled again. “Now, is there anyone you currently feel ungodly towards?”
“The same girl,” you admitted sheepishly. Yes, you had had a variety of other minor crushes in the past couple years, but she always managed to fill you with that teasing anxiety that never fully manifested when she said hi to you.
Wanda raised her brows indiscreetly. “I hope you will soon be able to give that same loyalty to god,” she said. You didn’t give her a response, unsure of what to say when you had no intention of doing such a thing. “In time,” she added when she saw your hesitation.
“Maybe,” you muttered, meeting her half way. “Won’t he love me regardless?” You painted the question with an air of innocence that anyone else would have fallen for. But Wanda saw beyond that and knew you used the faux front purely to challenge her again. She was impressed.
“Of course,” she told you gently. “Always.”
*
You thought you were being subtle with the way you kept glancing over at the couple. It was breakfast time so there was a general murmur of conversation that you didn’t feel particularly pressed to join in with. All it did was teach you to avoid sitting with the group you had found yourself with again because they seemed to be the only students there who were actively participating in the conversion with the belief it would ‘fix them’. You pitied them in a way, but not enough to interfere with their ramblings about their opposite sex celebrity crushes.
Wanda caught your eye on one of the many times you had peered over. Vision was talking to her but apparently she was as distracted from her company as you were, more fixed on returning your gaze. The corner of her lip twitched when you realised you’d been caught and you swiftly looked away to stare down at your cereal, actively keeping your wandering gaze on the other side of the room for the rest of the meal.
*
“So what did you do to end up here?” A curly haired boy asked as he strolled into the kitchen you occupied alone. He was swinging a tea towel in his hands as he joined you and started on drying the washing up you had started.
“Got caught making out with the pastor’s daughter,” you said stoically.
“You’re fucking with me,” he grinned and your composure cracked.
“Yeah, but it’s much cooler than the truth,” you told him honestly as he jumped up onto the counter.
“I’m sure it’s not that bad. My grandma walked in on me with my dick down my best friend’s ass,” he told you and you couldn’t stop the laugh that rose promptly. You grinned at the boy next to you in disbelief, thankful that your own luck wasn’t that bad. “Your turn,” he prompted.
“I told my best friend that I like girls. She told my parents,” you said humorously, as though it didn’t hurt like a bitch just to remember.
“I think I have better mates than you,” he concluded. You didn’t argue with that. “I’m James.”
“Y/n,” you replied. “How long have you been here?”
“Four months.”
“What?” You splashed some water over the floor when your hand slipped in shock and James yelped when some drops hit him then started chuckling at the look you were giving him.
“What? Did you think it was only going to last a couple weeks?”
“Kinda, yeah,” you muttered as you returned your attention to your chore. “Do you think you’ll be out soon?”
“Nah, they know I’m bullshitting them. We all are, of course, but some of them can trick themselves into believing it, which is good enough for Vision.”
“Yeah, I know Wanda sees right through me,” you told him. “Which by the way, that makes no sense right?”
“I reckon he’s holding her family captive,” James stated simply. You laughed with him easily, glad you had found someone like minded to you. “Hey, do you wanna get high?”
*
The nimble threads at the bottom of your uniformed cardigan were multiplying as your stay at the camp went by. Your fingers frequently found their way to them when you were uncomfortable, which was more often than not, and pulled at the finer threads until you unintentionally collected a small bundle in the palm of your hands that you had to hide. Vision never commented on it, but Wanda did, telling you that it represented your impulse to repress your femininity or some bullshit like that.
You left the threads alone and laced your hands together in your lap when she gave you a pointed look from her office chair and you muttered an apology.
“I’ve noticed you and James have become quite close,” she commented. “I must admit I was hoping you would find better company in some of the other students here. James doesn’t provide the best example to follow,” she told you.
“We’re just friends,” you shrugged, slightly irked that the older woman had a problem with the one refuge you had been able to find in the camp.
“Are you friends with anyone else here?” She questioned, not yet providing you the warm smile she offered every time you stepped into her office or saw her in general. She didn’t look happy that day. She looked troubled but you didn’t believe that was solely down to your decision to spend time with James.
“Not yet,” you told her even though you weren’t planning on expanding your social circle. Though if it was only two people it must be more of a line. Still, adding that unfulfilled optimism was meant to appease Wanda. You should have expected her to see it for what it really was.
“What do you and James talk about?” She wasn’t going to let it go.
“Our lives, I guess,” you shrugged.
“Your experiences,” Wanda said for you. You knew there was no point in denying that when your glance towards her told her all she needed to know.
“Sometimes.”
“You should only discuss those topics with myself or Vision, otherwise you may end up having those experiences affirmed and encouraged,” she explained pointedly. You nodded uncomfortably as your fingers found their ways to your threads again only to snap back in place when you felt Wanda’s eyes momentarily burn into you. Something was very different with her. “So tell me what you discussed,” she pushed.
“I told him how much I dislike kissing boys,” you told her matter of factly as you tried to suppress your rising irritation. Maybe it was her job, but you hated her need to know everything you and James did.
“And you want to kiss girls instead?”
“I want to do a lot of things with them,” you laid on the innocence thick, playing your role as the good christian who was simply admitting to how she had been led astray and just wanted to atone for her sins. As always, Wanda saw through your facade though that time it made her tick. You knew exactly what you were doing, you just had no idea the effect it was having on the older woman. You had no idea that your insistence on pretending to be good while knowing you were bad stirred something in her that she wasn’t supposed to feel. You were pushing those sinful desires that had infiltrated your mind right into her own and she wouldn’t allow it.
“That’s all for today,” she declared without giving a response to your statement. It hadn’t even been your full session time, maybe more like half of it.
“Okay,” you said slowly as you stood up.
“I suggest you spend the rest of your evening with your roommate today,” she told you as you lingered in the doorway.
“Right, bye,” you bid awkwardly, frowning to yourself as you walked away.
The moment the door closed Wanda sighed heavily and leant back in her chair, catching sight of the framed photo of herself and Vision when they went on a hiking holiday in Colorado. The both beamed at the camera as they held each other close, though Wanda’s love for her husband had been as dim as it was in the present. But it was what god wanted. What god certainly didn’t want was for Wanda to allow her mind to wander to you in the way it had during that session when you had been taunting her with that faux naivety that everyone else seemed to fall for.
She had such hope for you when she first met you. But the images you had put in her head of her hand disappearing beneath your skirt as her lips clashed with yours, pinning you down to that very couch you perched on, that was something that could not be allowed to flourish, no matter how it made her throb between her legs. Wanda forced herself to stare at her husband’s image and remember when he used to make her feel that way, but those memories of his breathless features beneath her were replaced with your own and suddenly she couldn’t help but ponder what your sweet moans would sound like next to her ear as her fingers dipped inside-
“Lord help me,” Wanda called, but he never came.
*
You and Wanda both faced your own new challenges as the weeks went by. For you, your only refuge was gone. James had been sent back home randomly one night after an incident that no one would discuss with you. You had written your numbers on pieces of paper before that night, but it had disappeared as mysteriously as James had and gave you an equally chilling feeling. You had no idea what was going to happen to him when he arrived home without the results he had been sent away to achieve. Would they send him somewhere else? Somewhere worse? The only thing you could do was try not to end up like him.
Unfortunately, Wanda knew that nothing had changed within you. You continued to try and fool her with your illusion of innocence, reciting what Vision had taught you, socialising with the committed students and answering her questions in the way she wanted to hear rather than the truth. Little did you know that your efforts to quicken your release from the camp were futile, because Wanda simply didn’t want you gone yet. You were fighting a losing battle, just as she was.
As much as she despised to acknowledge it, the brunette fought her own desires as much as you did. It made her hate how much she was drawn to you. It made her ashamed of the acts she envisaged herself performing with you and how she just knew in her heart that you would so willingly part your legs for her. She wasn’t blind to your attraction to her, she had encountered it enough in her career to see it a mile away, no matter how discreet you thought you were being.
“I think I’m getting better,” you lied as you peered at Wanda cautiously.
“And what makes you say that?” The older woman inquired, humouring your plain fib.
“I don’t think about girls,” you said as you willed yourself not to look at Wanda’s long legs that were crossed eloquently.
“What do you think about?” You hadn’t been prepared for that.
“God?” Wrong. Obviously wrong. Wanda hummed and you knew that meant she didn’t buy it.
“Y/n, I want you to start being more honest with me.” You froze and didn’t dare look her in the eye. “I’m aware that you’re not progressing, so I think we should try something new. Just you and me.” You frowned and risked looking up to the confident woman, not having a clue of the excitement that manifested so secretly. “Are you familiar with penance?” You were, yet you had no idea where Wanda was going with it.
“There are many different forms. Some fast, some pray, some confess, but as we practise most of that here anyway, I want to try something else,” Wanda explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered over to the desk in the corner of her office. You heard her rummaging around in the draws as a feeling of unease began to emerge in your chest. Rightfully so, because when Wanda turned back around, she held a riding crop firmly in her grasp.
“Stand up,” she instructed and you quickly did so as you eyed the tool in her hands. “Usually you would do this yourself, but I don’t believe you’re capable,” she explained lightly. “Hold out your hand.”
“Wanda,” you said as you kept your hand glued to your side. “I don’t want to.” Her features were deceivingly gentle as she listened to you.
“I don’t want to do this to you either, sweetheart. It’s just the only solution. So hold out your hand,” she repeated, gripping the crop so tight you could hear the leather stretch in her grasp. It unsettled you greatly.
“But it will hurt,” you objected, eyes wide. Wanda could have laughed at how oblivious you were to her intentions.
“It’s meant to,” she said simply and grabbed your wrist with a force that completely paralleled the softness of her tone.
“Wanda-” you tried to yank your hand back but you weren’t as strong as the brunette who only had to hold you with one hand while the other brought the crop down hard.
You cried out but Wanda used her grip on you to pull you flush against her chest, her features having turned ice cold. Her lips formed a straight line and her eyes pierced through your own with a sharpness that was usually dulled. The next words she uttered were void of that nurturing faith she used with everyone else and were replaced with something much darker. “If you keep struggling I’ll bend you over that desk and whip your ass instead.” You trembled against her, trying to decipher what your best bet was. When you took too long to decide, Wanda reached around and groped your ass, digging the crop in as she did so as though to make sure you knew she was serious. Your breath hitched as you found yourself completely trapped against the woman that squeezed you through your skirt. You whimpered, riling her up more until you nodded.
“Good,” Wanda exhaled, calming the heat she was struck with at the sight of your fearful eyes. “With every strike, you’re going to confess something you’ve lied about to me.” There were so many lies to choose from that when the first strike came, you struggled to pick one out. “Confess,” Wanda demanded, all of her patience suddenly absent.
“I don’t like boys, I like girls,” you admitted in a rush, refusing to look at Wanda or your burning hand that she struck again. “I’m not doing the work,” you continued. Wanda remained dissatisfied, striking your raw palm again and again as you admitted to your lies, none of which being what Wanda wanted to hear.
“I touch myself!” That was what she was looking for.
“Look at me,” Wanda instructed, examining the tear streaks down your cheeks as you whimpered. It was clear you were trying to appear strong and indifferent, but it was quickly becoming too much. The older woman cooed at you as dropped the crop to the couch behind you and took a hold of your inflamed hand, rubbing the abused hand with a tenderness that only made it burn more.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her smile had grown sinister and you realised you were nowhere near done. “What thoughts do you touch yourself to?” Wanda questioned further, rubbing the most tender areas of your palm.
“Lying with a woman,” you hiccuped, hoping the harmless phrasing could somehow ease your next punishment.
“Who?” She pushed, gripping your chin roughly and forcing you to look straight ahead at her as you confessed what she already knew.
“You,” you whispered. Arousal rushed to the forefront of Wanda’s mind, and with it came anger. You weren't allowed to make her feel the way you did. She had a husband and she was a faithful Christian wife until you showed up and infected her mind with your own illness. You had to be put in your place.
In a blur, you were laying flat on the sofa you had lied continuously to Wanda on. You were barely given the chance to react before Wanda hiked her leg over your chest and straddled you with a purely feral look upon her face. You felt a strike of fear hit you, however you also weren’t blind to how attractive Wanda looked in her state of desperation. It may have been a desperation to reclaim control and to punish you for her own feelings, but it was hot nonetheless.
“You’ve been tempting me ever since you got here,” she hissed, feeling under her conservative skirt for a moment before she lifted it up around her waist. “This is your fault,” Wanda told you as you soaked in the view of her exposed pussy just inches from your face. You could smell her arousal and when she moved to lower herself onto your awaiting mouth, you eagerly grabbed at the back of her thighs until she slapped you away. “You don’t get to touch me with those filthy fingers, just let me use you.” Although you knew it was terribly wrong, you felt your own cunt heat up at her instructions. You knew that it was fucked up that the married woman wanted to get off on riding your mouth, but you wanted it so bad.
“Just like that,” Wanda sighed as you ran your tongue through her wet folds and sucked on them lightly, aiming to savour every drop and inch of her. “Put your tongue out,” she continued to demand. As soon as you did, Wanda began to vigorously grind her clit against your muscle, allowing your tastebuds to become ablaze with her as she cursed above you. You had never heard her swear before and knew she would scold anyone who muttered anything close, so knowing you could elicit such a reaction from her made your insides twist with pride.
She didn’t argue when you switched to sucking on her pulsing clit and felt it throb in your mouth. You moaned against her as her movements continued and her thighs locked around her head. It felt as though she really was using you for her own pleasure, not caring about your own or any comfort. You were the shameful bliss she was forbidden to engage with, but it felt incredible to ignore her god and use you as she wished. But she was really disobeying him, she was just teaching you a lesson. It wasn’t really sinning.
“Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, you slut!” Wanda cried out as she became engulfed with the sensations you gave her. You had no intention of stopping as you shifted to pushing your tongue inside her. You were met by the tight squeeze of her walls and felt your own clench at the discovery she hadn’t had sex in a while. That explained why she was so sensitive too. Besides yourself, you smirked into the older woman and doubled your efforts.
It didn’t take long for Wanda to get close to the bliss she had become stranger to and you weren’t about to let her lose that. She knew her body, even after some time of depriving herself, and told you exactly what to do to get her there. “That’s it, that’s it,” she panted, head swimming as she erratically thrust herself onto her mouth and came with a sharp cry. You moaned against her, adamant on tasting your reward as Wanda trembled on top of you and eventually forced herself off when you didn’t stop. She wasn’t about to let greed overcome her.
You looked up at her with a hesitant smile that was apparently the last thing Wanda wanted to see. She glared at you and immediately lifted you up and spun you around so that you were leaning over the armrest on the sofa, not allowing you a second to object. “What-” you tried but she didn’t want to hear it.
“We’re not done,” she said without care as she lifted your own skirt over your back and yanked down your soaked underwear. She bit her lip at the sight of the wetness that stained them and threw them over to her desk for safe keeping, definitely not to sniff and use to get off later.
“Desperate whore,” she muttered to herself as she ran two fingers through your drenched lips. “You want to get fucked so bad? I’ll show you what it’s like to get fucked.” She let the threat loom over you as dipped her digits into you lightly, barely enough to stimulate you but enough for her to decipher how tight you were. Wanda groaned when she felt you clench in anticipation, desperate for any touch you would give her. At that, she let the remains of her self control slip away and thrust her fingers in at once. “So tight,” she commented as you clung onto the sofa, moaning at the feeling of her filling you up in the way you had dreamed ever since you first met the older woman.
“Wanda,” you whined when she spread her fingers out within you to push your walls.
“Shut up,” she hissed, refusing to listen to your pathetic pleas on the tip of your tongue. “Take it.” And you did. You bit into the couch to mute yourself as Wanda curled and thrust her fingers inside your wet cunt, mapping out every inch of you and pushing your body’s limits. She added a third finger without any consideration to your stifled whines.
Wanda, as she told herself, was only doing it to hurt you and punish you. You deserved it for sinning so openly in her home and for attempting to corrupt her. It wouldn’t work, she convinced herself, she wouldn’t succumb to your lust but she had to show you the right path. She had to make you ache. With that in mind, she added a fourth finger and pumped her fingers in wildly.
You cried out into the material you sunk your teeth into, feeling your pussy sting at the stretch Wanda was causing. Still, you continued to soak down to her palm. It just hurt so good. Too good for Wanda to allow, so she snuck her hand under your shirt and bra to take your nipples between her fingers and twist them cruelly. You whimpered at the unnecessary act, making Wanda grin triumphantly.
Despite the pain, it did little to distract you from the heat between your legs that was quickly growing out of control. Having stretched you out as much as she pleased, Wanda was able to thrust her fingers inside you without mercy, attacking every sensitive nerve until you became a mess on the sofa she was meant to therapise you on. “You going to cum for me, whore?” Wanda asked when she felt you twitch around her. You mumbled a yes you were lucky she heard. “You’re so pathetic like this, so weak to temptation,” she scolded you with a wicked smile you couldn’t see. “Cum for me.” That was all it took for your muscles to clench tightly around her and let go. You moaned like the whore she saw you as as you came, gripping onto the sofa for dear life as Wanda continued to ruthlessly pump her digits into your cunt.
“Too much,” you whined when she failed to stop. She didn’t listen. You came down from one orgasm and soon went tumbling into another when Wadna kept up her actions, making sure to drive her point home. You squirmed under her as your body became overstimulated but there was no room or strength for you to move away. “Please!” You begged as you bucked into her palm, unable to stop the contradicting action that served to amuse Wanda.
“So sensitive,” Wanda mused, coaxing you through another orgasm until she deemed that the message had gone through enough. You collapsed in a defeated heap as she stood up from the sofa and corrected her uniform as though you weren’t even there. You missed her taking her tainted digits into her mouth to appease her curiosity. Lord, she thought as she tasted your sweetness. She swiftly pushed away the impulse to keep you down and taste your sweetness directly from the source. She had to keep things professional after all.
“See me first thing in the morning,” she instructed, features still flushed with lingering lust. She had given into temptation and whether she liked it or not, she would indulge in you again. You weren’t going home anytime soon.
#marvel#wanda maximoff smut#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#dark!wanda maximoff#dark!marvel#scarlet witch
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innocent r going to dark step mom wanda like “my.. um.. it feels funny, it hurts, i don’t know what’s wrong, can you help 🥺?” wanda obviously being like “oh honey, of course. but you have to let me see, okay?” “y-you can do that? i don’t want you to get in trouble.” wanda smirking at them like “don’t be silly! of course i can help, what are mommies for? i just gotta check you out, sweetie.” laying on the bed legs spread inspection style with wanda sat next to you. “okay, sweetheart. let mommy see what’s bothering you.” and she doesn’t even have to touch you to see how wet n sticky you are, which makes her take a hard swallow and bite her tongue. “my poor, sweet baby, how long has it been like this?” letting her hand trace over your body. “happens all the time, mommy. is it bad?” “no, precious, it’s not bad at all. in fact, mommy knows just how to make it go away, but you have to trust me, okay?” making ur eyes light up like “you do? please, please help me mommy. only you can help me.” “that’s right, clever girl! only mommy gets to touch you.” she moves so she’s in between your thighs. “your mommy’s gonna make it all go away, sweetheart. just relax for me” 🔑
WHENS SHE GONNA TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME HUH 🥺🥺
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i think they should meet
#wanda childa#fig faeth#zayn darkshadow#fantasy high#dimension 20#fantasy high junior year#truly just an excuse to draw alt clothing#yes wanda childa is just fig but she is also So Much More Than That#she's my ebony darkness dementia raven way#do u think they listen to uh. whats the fh equivalent of ptv#also if i remember correctly zayn is goth right#OGUUGHSH TRADGOTH ZAYN u will be in my thoughts#on a tangent wanda childa is actually insane to me#she is an agent of psychological warfare truly#maybe zayn should meet ruben actually. do u think theyd hit it off#hello to the 3 zayn darkshadow likers btw. i know its hard out there#my art
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PAIRING: RICH STEPMOM! WANDA X FEM! READER
summary: Wanda is your dad's new wife and an incredibly talented business woman, you always liked her but you felt as if she didn't feel the same way about you, she was always cold with you truth be told you were too innocent to know what the real intentions behind the coldness was.
warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** ****CONTAINS SMUT LOTS OF SMUT****** degradation kink, hair pulling, praising, angst if you squint, mommy kink, r being head over heels in love with Wanda, Wanda being mean too mean but hot. SO HOT. squirting muahahaha, multiple orgasms, crazy crazy gay peOple, everyone's gay y'all are gay, gay gay gay. I need to drown in holy water cuz um yea.
author's note: I changed EVERYTHING CHANGED I don't know if y'all even know who I am but like anyways idek if this is gonna be a thing I just got an idea and I wrote it in my notes and now I'm posting here ‼️
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Wanda maximoff.
She was an intimidating woman. even her name is hot? When your dad first introduced her you immediately fell in love whenever she was around you were always squirming in her gaze, she was just too pretty too perfect. Too good for your dad. Your dad wasn't the best man in the world he was alright, he was always working always travelling he didn't have time for you or anything else that's why you were shocked when he brought her. Wanda.
Wanda was a business woman too. A successful one indeed, She had 2 twins Tommy and billy, who you instantly grew to love, you wondered how Wanda handled all of it, A husband, A business and still making enough time for her kids, she was like a super mom there was no single doubt her kids loved her. And she loved them.
Your dad was barely home so it was always just you Wanda and the twins, you never felt like Wanda liked you whenever you would try talking to her she would give you cold responses, always looking into your soul like she was angry at you. She would constantly taunt you whenever you would go outside with your friends and come home too late, or when you wore something a little too revealing. Some would say she was possessive you just thought of it as her being her grumpy self
but what you didn't know, Wanda wanted you. Every second of every day she thought about you but she knew it was wrong. so she would put up this act to hide her secret. her dirty little secret, no one except Wanda knew what kind of thoughts ran through her mind, what she did at night thinking about you when her husband was asleep beside her.
she thinks about how her fingers would feel inside you, making you scream her name, whispering all kinds of dirty things in your sweet little ears
how good it would feel to fuck you with her strap until you couldn't take it anymore, she often gets off thinking about you but you weren't aware of any of it. She sometimes thought you knew cause of how you would bend over in front of her wearing the most smallest skirts possible but she knew you were just as innocent as you look, she also knew about the crush you have on her, it was too obvious with how you would look inside her shirt every time she bent down to pick something, how quickly you would respond every time she calls for you, how flustered you would get when she's around. she wasn't blind she could see right through you.
You were always home nowadays as your college was off and your friends were either on vacation with their family or they just didn't have time. Wanda had a business event today on which she asked you to come with her as the twins were at their dad's and you would be home alone, she even picked up an outfit for you, it was a cute black dress simple and elegant not too small just how Wanda liked. She was so sweet with you today. too sweet. even offered to make your hair and do your makeup and you let her. cuz how could you deny it? you let her dress you up like you were her personal doll she gave you a kiss on the cheek that made you blush so hard Wanda immediately noticed and smirked.
the car ride from the house to where the event was being held was filled with tension. Wanda's eyes were constantly on you eating you up she noticed the way you clenched your thighs under her gaze and how you shied away every time you two would make eye contact, when you reached the destination, Wanda opened the door for you holding out her hand to you. Your fingers intertwined with hers following her between the crowd of people.
You insisted on staying behind as she went on the red carpet. admiring her you noticed how beautiful Wanda really is, she is hand-crafted by the gods you wondered how it would feel to touch her. every inch of her body you wanted to kiss her so bad the urge to do it was strong. Wanda noticed, Ofc she noticed she smirked knowing your gaze was on her and all her attention too, you looked at her coming back to you as you straightened your back and smiled at her, she held you by your waist and told you "I want you to meet some people malaysh" the nickname made you weak. you just wanted to fall on your knees and beg Wanda but you couldn't.
After meeting those people Wanda left you alone to go and sort some business deal you didn't care about. Wanda saw you laughing and chatting with some people she thought it was nice you were getting along well, until. she saw this girl put her hand on your thigh and getting too touchy. Wanda felt something burst inside her she interrupted the conversation she was having came behind you and pulled you back from your waist making you push yourself into her crotch.
Wanda looked at the girl and raised her eyebrows, the girl was out of there in a second. It was hot. so hot the power Wanda holds, you were about to ask what that was when suddenly you felt her fingers hold your ass tightly as she whispered in your ear "Stop flirting with every person you see just to get my attention" Your legs failed you as you moan slowly in wanda's grasp, her hold was bruising on you as she whispered again "don't be a whore now, go wait in the car I'll be there in a bit"
as you were waiting for her impatiently in the car and afraid of what to expect next, you heard the car door open and Wanda got in, you didn't say anything. not even a word. her too. the car ride was silent. so silent you could even hear your heartbeat and it was fast. you were sure Wanda heard it
after getting home Wanda softly told you to go and wait in her bedroom like a good girl and you did. not cuz you were a patient woman no no no you were the most impatient girl in the world according to Wanda but you just wanted to make her happy.
after a bit she came in. You saw a bulge inside her pants. looking up at her, sitting on the bed on all your fours she came up to you and held your jaw softly
"you look so good like that, on mommy's bed like a good little slut" Wanda wouldn't be at fault if she thought you came right there, and then because of the moan you let out on the nickname Wanda referred to herself as. but she shrugged it off only smirking at the sight
"strip. slowly." you start striping taking off your dress first, Wanda's eyes on you as she starts undressing herself too making you gasp at the sight of her.
"you're so beautiful," you said as you worshipped her body just by your eyes, giving herself a moment or two to smile and blush at your compliment, she said sternly "Less talking, let's put that mouth to better use yeah?"
she took off her pants and underwear revealing a scarlet strap attached to her as you look at it and drool "Open up show mommy how good of a slut you can be" she said as you open your mouth tongue out, she guide the strap inside your mouth not even half of it and you were already gagging, it was bigger than anything you've taken before but Wanda didn't care, your gags and whimper were music to her ears.
losing herself in the pleasure she started thrusting inside your mouth as you sat there drooling, she threw a sadistic smile your way and said "I think we just found the perfect way to keep your mouth shut"
Wanda pulls out suddenly, your face covered in sweat and tears, and lays down on the bed
"come here ride my strap," she said patting her lap, gasping for air your breath shaky from the previous encounter you said
"y yes mommy"
slowly, you lower yourself onto her strap, your eyes locked with hers as you whispered "It's too big"
Wanda pouted her lips with fake pity "Aw is it?" you nodded as she looked at you "Is it too big for my little whore huh?" you nodded again not breaking eye contact
"fucking say it then. you can speak" Wanda said sternly placing a sharp slap on your ass, just as you were about to say Wanda force your hips down onto her strap "Too late" You bit your lip feeling her strap penetrate deeper into your wet slit
"Mommy hurts please ah" moans and gasps. it was all you could let out as Wanda ignored all of it and thrust your hips up and down on her strap, tits bouncing with the force.
your body trembling as you take her deeper inside you, suddenly you feel a sharp slap against your tits just as a humiliating spit was delivered on your face, spit drips from your mouth onto your chest as she slaps your tits repeatedly
"Mommy too much-gonna cum please" you plead at her "Come for mommy honey let it out" You came just as soon as those words left her mouth, she didn't stop. turning you guys around so she was on top she started thrusting with all her might as the bed started moving
"you know how badly mommy wanted to fuck that pussy from the very first time she saw you huh?" she whispered in your ear making you moan as she kept thursting "How I touched myself at the thought of being inside you fucking you so deep your legs wouldn't work for weeks? it was a torture not being able to fuck you every moment I saw you I just wanted to bend you over and take you" The dirty confessions only added fuel to the fire as you were already close
"please Mommy" you said weakly as she thoroughly fucked you, the room filling with noises of skin slapping together, "Please what? say it, baby"
"please I'm gonna cum again" you say looking up at her, "cum again for me then you don't need my permission"
just as you were about to cum she reaches down to rub your clit "NO PLEASE NO!" was the last thing you said when you lost control completely and squirted everywhere, not knowing what happened you looked at Wanda who was smirking smugly as she pulled out of you slowly and took off the strap throwing it down the bed
"Mommy I've never done that I'm sorry I don't know what happened" Wanda looked you down with admiration as she cooed cupping your face "Oh baby no that's okay you did good it was so good" she softly kissed you, leaving small kisses down your neck to your stomach until she reached between your legs
"no too much, can't." you tried squirming away but her strong hands held you in place "Just trust me" She raised her eyebrows and scanned your face for any hesitations as she dived down and carefully cleaned you up making sure not to overstimulate you
she sat back up "You taste so good", blushing at her compliment you muttered a "thank you"
"so adorable" Taking you in her arms and holding you against her she whispered sweet nothings into your ear through the whole time until you fell asleep in her arms, she looked at you knowing you were hers now. for forever.
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