#dark wanda

[talatomaz]

count to three | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

a/n: this turned out more dark than i intended and the smut might be a bit rusty since i’ve not written it since last october

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

warnings: angst. smut - manipulation, dark wanda, dubcon, mommy kink, legal age gap (reader is 18+), brief dry humping, use of wanda’s magic, power imbalance, brief choking, strap on, dacryphilia, edging, cockwarming, breeding kink, pet names, degradation, overstimulation, belly bulge kink

word count: 2.6k

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“May I ask why? Were my answers not good enough? Was I less qualified than the others?”

You asked, swallowing hardly when you heard your voice waver. You were gutted. You’d interviewed for a job at a prestigious tech company and, even though you tried not to get your hopes up, you knew you’d done extremely well in the interview. You well and truly believed that you would be successful in getting the job.

Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for you.

The interviewer had called you to let you know that you didn’t get the job and you couldn’t help when your heart sank to the pit of your stomach, tears filling your eyes.

You knew that it wouldn’t necessarily affect you financially, since you still worked for Wanda and all. But with you having started a new relationship with her and having already moved in with her after only 6 months of dating, the lines between work and home started to become blurred.

“No,” he politely addressed you as Miss, “You would have been a perfect fit for the role but um…”

The older man’s brief sign gave you pause, if you were perfect, why hadn’t you gotten the job?

“Mr Bermont?” You asked, addressing the interviewer when he grew silent.

“Look, you seem like a nice, hardworking person. Let’s just say that your current boss wasn’t exactly ready to let you go yet.”

Your brows furrowed. What did Wanda have to do with this?

“Sir, but I-”

“I’ve already said too much. I’m truly sorry. Best wishes for the future. Goodbye.”

The sudden sound of the call disconnecting jarred you from your thoughts. You stared at your phone, confused, as if willing the phone to magically light up with the answer.

You mulled over what he said.

Your current boss wasn’t exactly ready to let you go yet.

Wasn’t exactly ready to let you go.

Let you go.

A soft gasp fell from your lips when you realised the true meanings of his words. But then you shook your head, as if trying to rid the thought from your mind.

It was ludicrous. Right?

Wanda would never do that to you. Would she?

Then you thought back to when you told her you’d been shortlisted for the job. You’d been so focused on how excited and nervous you were, you hadn’t realised the way her eyes darkened. And not in the usual lustful way it did when she looked at you.

Replaying the memory in your head, you thought back to how her hands clenched slightly before she wrapped them around your hips, bringing you in close for a celebratory hug. The lines that appeared at the corner of her mouth, which usually occurred when she was angry in meetings which didn’t go her way.

She didn’t want to let you go…

So she told the company not to hire you.

Your confusion was quickly replaced with fury. How dare she mess with your future like that? She knew how much getting this job would have meant to you and yet she-

Your thoughts were abruptly shoved out of your mind as you heard the familiar sound of the key in the door.

Dropping your phone on the kitchen counter, you forced a smile to your face when your aforementioned girlfriend, and boss, entered the kitchen.

“Hi honey, sorry I was late. The meeting ran over. Everything okay?”

Wanda asked when she noticed you glancing at your phone.

“Yeah, um, the guy who interviewed me called me. You know? Mr Bermont?” Wanda nodded in recognition but showed no signs of having committed foul play.

“I didn’t get the job.”

“Oh baby, I am so sorry. I know how much you wanted that job.”

The redhead dropped her work bag and made her way around the corner to give you a comforting hug. You felt yourself leaning into the hug before stiffening when you remembered that she was the reason you didn’t get the job.

You quickly tried to make your mind blank, knowing your witch girlfriend had the ability to read your mind.

You said nothing as you stood there in her arms.

“At least you still have your job with me though, sweetie.”

“Yeah, just like you wanted all along.” You murmured under your breath but, of course, Wanda and her witchy ears heard you perfectly.

She pulled back, her hands on your arms, facing you. A look of feigned confusion cascaded on her face.

“Don’t act dumb, Wanda. I know you’re the reason I didn’t get the job. What did you do? Threaten to cut off all ties with the company if they employed me?”

Your voice raised slightly as you saw a flash of fury in her eyes. You had insulted her. You’d never done that before. But you were too caught up in your emotions to care.

“I know what’s best for you, malyshka.” She replied, her jaw clenched as she tried to keep her voice steady.

“That’s bullshit. You know I wanted that job.” You pushed her away from you but Wanda grabbed your arm with such a tight unexpected grip that a harsh gasp left you. She’d never acted like this with you.

“You better watch yourself, detka. You know I’m always right.”

You wrenched her hand from your arm, throwing it back to her side where it belonged.

“You knew how much that job meant to me. Just…Fuck you.”

The hard look she gave you almost made you falter. It was the look she’d directed at so many businessmen in the past which really broke them out of their resolve when they all tried to scam her or disrespect her. You’d never thought you’d be on the receiving end of that look. You’d never thought there’d be a reason for that look. You’d never expected she would be the reason why.

But as much as she was furious, you were just as stubborn and angry.

Ignoring her warning stare, you brushed past her rather ungently and stormed into your shared room, locking the door behind you.

“Just go the fuck away, Wanda. I don’t want to see you right now.”

You shouted through the door when Wanda repeatedly knocked on the white wood.

“Just open the door, please. Can we not fight anymore?”

Wanda asked as she stood in front of the closed door, her patience thinning by the second. Sure, she could understand why you were hurt and upset but she’d done what she did for the both of you. So you could stay together. It wasn’t for any malicious reasons.

Okay, well, that wasn’t true. Wanda didn’t want to let you go and share you with other people. She hadn’t gone through all that trouble of getting you fired from your previous job, manipulating you to work for her and later become a couple just for you to up and leave her.

When her question warranted no response, Wanda pounded on the door again, this time with more force than the last.

“I know you’re hurt. But I’m only gonna ask once more. Open the door or I will count to three and you can suffer the consequences.”

You sighed, exasperated. You knew you were making this worse for yourself by prolonging the argument as time grew on. But you remained steadfast in not opening the door. Until Wanda started counting and, when she got to ‘1’, she said something that gave you pause before you clambered to your feet and scurried to open the door.

“I’ll spank your ass black and blue and have you crying and squirming on my lap, begging me to stop.”

You knew she was deadly serious by the way in which she muttered those nefarious words in an unnaturally low tone. You could practically see her seething, jaw clenched as her fists did the same hanging by her sides. Now, she’d never hit you before and you knew she never would but she had given you a spanking one time that left you unable to sit for over a week. So you knew she was true to her word of repeating that action if you didn’t do as she said.

As the door opened, you barely had time to register the look on Wanda’s face before her hand wrapped itself around your throat, pushing you up against the bedroom wall.

Instinctively, your hands flew to clasp around her wrist; a futile attempt to relieve the pressure against your neck. With a wave of Wanda’s free hand, both of your hands flew above your head where they were pinned against the wall by Wanda’s magic.

“How dare you speak to me like that? Not only am I your girlfriend, but I am your boss.”

“I’m sorry.” You croaked out, still struggling in her grasp.

Wanda uncurled her hand from your throat causing you to splutter a cough; your hands still trapped above your head.

“I-I was just hurt that you lied and-”

Wanda tutted, quietening you immediately.

“Lied is such an arbitrary word. I simply just omitted to tell you what I did. But I did it for us. You belong at my company. With me.”

Her tone softened, reminding you of the gentle voice in which she almost always used with you. Whether that be at home or at the office.

“If you wanted to do something different or have other responsibilities, you could have just asked me instead of trying to leave me high and dry.”

You hung your head as she spoke. She was right. You could have asked her for another role and she would have gladly given it to you. She always wanted you to be happy and often gave you whatever you wanted.

Wanda shushed you when she saw tears fill your eyes. “I know you’re sorry, detka. I truly never meant to hurt you. You know that right?”

And you did. Even now, in the position that you were in, you knew that you were in no real danger because Wanda would never do anything to truly harm you.

Wanda stepped forward and covered your lips with hers, her body moving in between yours as she ground herself against you. You whimpered when you felt the strap that her slacks were concealing. Then you suddenly felt your hands grow free, Wanda having released them, and you wrapped them around her neck, drawing her in closer.

Your kisses grew heated as she lifted you into her arms with ease and dropped you on your bed. She quickly got to undressing you whilst remaining fully clothed herself. It was one of her favourite ways to have sex. You completely exposed beneath her as she loomed over you, dressed to the nines, reinforcing just how much power and control she lorded over you.

When Wanda unbuttoned her slacks, giving herself just enough leeway to free her cock, you felt your body still when she positioned it at your entrance.

Whilst you were getting more aroused and wet by the second, your pussy wasn’t lubricated enough to take her cock without being in any pain. And you certainly weren’t ready to take a strap of that size without her fingers in you first.

“Wan-Mommy,” you corrected yourself, “I-I can’t. Not straight away. I need-”

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Wanda shushed you with another kiss.

“I know you can take me without preparation, little dove. Mommy knows best after all.”

Without another word, Wanda thrust herself inside you, bottoming out immediately. A strangled groan caught in your throat as you gripped the sides of her white blouse.

Pain shot its way through your body as Wanda continued to move in and out of you, not giving your body any time to adjust.

Tears fell from your eyes which Wanda leaned down to kiss away before attacking your neck, casually biting and sucking to leave a mark for the following morning.

You moaned at the action, tilting your head to give her more access. You began to feel yourself grow wetter as you started to get used to the feel of her strap; pleasure soon overtaking the pain.

When Wanda’s reached up to pinch your nipples into hard pebbles, your back arched into her, allowing her to suck each one harshly. Several pleas and groans filled the air as you felt the familiar tingle in your stomach. With Wanda’s attacks on your body, you knew you weren’t going to last long. And Wanda was well aware of that fact.

Just as you were about to come, she abruptly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

“I told you Mommy knows best and I also know when you’re about to come but, because of the way you talked to mommy, i’m not rewarding that behaviour.”

“Mommy, please. I’m so sorry. Please let me come. I’ll never leave you.”

Once again, your pleas were futile.

For the next 30 minutes, an hour; you weren’t really sure. You were so drunk on Wanda’s strap and nearing passing out that you’d lost count of the amount of times the redhead had brought you to the brink of release before cruelly snatching it away.

Tears soaked the pillow beneath your face, your hands cramping from clutching the duvet for so long.

“Aww, is my malyshka too much of a whore to form any words?”

Wanda cooed when desperate whimpering was the only sound you were capable of making.

“My baby took her punishment so well.”

Wanda continued as she started to pound into you. Wrapping one hand in your hair as the other rested on your hip, she dragged you up so she could whisper in your ear.

“Come any time you want, little dove.”

With that, she dropped your head back down to the pillow and grabbed your other hip, using the momentum to force herself in and out of you.

“God, I’m practically splitting your pretty little pussy open. Look how deep you’re taking me.”

Wanda praised, reaching down to press on the small bulge that had formed in your lower stomach. Your juices dripped down your thighs and onto Wanda’s slacks, ruining them.

“Look at the mess you’ve made. All over Mommy’s pants. Now be a good girl and give Mommy what she wants.”

Her grunts grew almost animalistic as she roughly pounded into you. Your back arched into her chest and, with her free hand, she reached down to rub harshly on your clit. You moaned again at the sudden overstimulation, your hand grabbing the wrist that was between your legs.

“Mommy, p-please. I’m s-so close. I can’t.” Your words were replaced by another moan that made its way through your throat.

Wanda’s teeth nipped at your ear lobe before she whispered in your ear, telling you the words you so desperately begged to hear.

“Come for Mommy. Show me how much you love me.”

Almost immediately, you came around her cock, your body going limp as she continued to fuck into you, chasing her own high. Your body fell down to the bed, Wanda following you down. As she came, she rutted in you a few times before staying on top of you.

“One of these days, I will actually come in you. I’ll breed you and have you carrying our beautiful children. Then you can never truly leave me.”

Wanda murmured in your ear but you barely registered her words as you started to fall into a deep slumber. Your body absolutely wrecked emotionally and physically.

Wanda turned you both over so you were laying on top of her chest, cradled in her arms as she held you close. She grinned to herself as she glanced over to the closet door that was ajar. Behind it was a box filled with the very toy she needed to fulfil her earlier promise.

She couldn’t wait.

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[buckyalpine]

Witches Brew

18+ minors dni

Dark!Bucky x reader x Dark!Wanda 

I had a request for some dark characters. Pick your poison. Plot twists. Everyone is attracted to each other. 

Warnings: Smut, manipulation, dub con, innocence kink? 

Word count: 1.3k

Mini drabble 

You felt your heart race, warmth spreading through your body as you stepped into the kitchen, biting your lip to keep yourself together. You could feel your clit throb, as if someone was rubbing you in perfect circles and you knew you were close to cumming. You grabbed your things before racing out,  

Whenever you were in the same room as them, you could feel your mind racing to dark place, a lusty haze clouding your mind.

*****

Bucky eyed Wanda curiously, watching her eyes flick over to you, her fingers twirling beneath the table in small circles. She smirked, watching you give them both a small wave before scurrying off to grab your coffee, leaving the room flustered.

Sweet shy little thing. You just needed a little coaxing.

You hardly spoke a word to anyone but your thoughts were loud. So loud. She could feel the desperation your body craved. The energies you were searching for; the way you wanted your body to be toyed with and who you imagined that with.

She was shocked, to say the least, the first time she saw your thoughts; Bucky absolutely railing you while she played with your clit, her lips moving softly against yours. There was no doubt Wanda was already attracted to you but to know the feeling was mutual…

“You know, she thinks about you” Wanda whispered to Bucky while he watched you train, swallowing thickly, watching your body move effortlessly on the mat.

“Y/n?”

“Mmm, hard to believe but I can see her thoughts” her lips curved into a smirk, her eyes trailing down noticing Bucky’s growing erection. “Careful soldier, we can’t have her just yet”

Wanda played with your thoughts, adding in physical sensations to your daydreams, loving the way you’d squirm and squeeze your thighs together while watching a movie or reading a book. Perhaps it wasn’t the most ethical way to go about what she wanted but you never made a move. You were so shy and so sweet. You only spoke to the team regarding missions and kept to yourself during your free time.

*****

“Hey y/n” Bucky smiled, flopping onto the couch beside you while you watched a movie in the shared living room.

“Hey James” You smiled sweetly, biting your lip looking at the way his thighs were spread apart when he sat. You willed yourself to focus back on the screen until Wanda joined on the other side, the scent of her shampoo evading your senses. You were screwed.

“What are we watching?”

You sat silently, not trusting yourself to speak, the feelings and sensations increasing with each passing moment. Bucky smirked, noticing the tiny ministrations Wanda was doing with her fingers, tracing on her thigh while your body grew hot, your hands gripping around the cushion you were holding to your chest.

You squeezed your thighs together, your panties completely soaked, you needed them, you needed them both so badly, you needed Bucky’s cock to fill you up, to feel her soft lips latching onto your clit, you wanted to taste him, fuck you wanted to taste her, you wanted-

“You okay y/n?” Bucky whispered, his thigh brushing against yours while you squirmed, your heart beating erratically.

“I-I’m okay” You stuttered, your mind conflicted over if you should try and sit though the movie or just get up and leave.

“You sure honey?” Wanda’s hand brushed over your arm, trailing up to press her palm gently to your neck. “You’re heating up”

“Really, I’m fine” You smiled, deciding to run off to your room, your clit was practically throbbing, begging for relief. Bucky looked over at Wanda, while she bit her lip in excitement, red specks dancing in her eyes, watching him get up to check on you.

You gasped when you noticed him standing at your door while you sat on your bed, your hand down your panties,  your body felt like it was on fire. Bucky could practically hear your heart beating out of your chest, walking into your room, sitting beside you, a prominent dark patch on your sheets from where you were seated before.  

“I-I-

You were frozen in place, whimpering when Bucky removed your hand, taking your fingers in his mouth, sucking off your slick. He moaned at your sweet taste, nipping your finger before letting your hand go.

“You what baby” Bucky’s husky voice caught you off guard, the name he called you throwing you further down the spiral. You wanted to throw yourself at him, having to nearly sit on your hands to keep yourself from straddling his lap and rubbing yourself on him. “What is it princess?”

“It-I-” You were so flustered, too shy to get the words out, while Bucky cooed, moving closer to you, placing his hand on your thigh. You couldn’t hold off any longer, something just pulled you towards him; you crawled into his lap, your clothed core pressing against his thick thigh.

“Bucky please touch me” He growled, grabbing your hips, guiding you to rub yourself on his thigh, your soft mewls making his cock twitch in his jeans. He paused your movements to throw your panties off, before pulling you back onto him, this time your bare pussy seated right on his boner. You gasped at the feeling, not caring that everything was moving faster than you could comprehend. You hands fumbled at his button, clumsily yanking his jeans down just enough to free his cock so you could grind right onto his length.

“Just like that princess, your pretty little clit just needed some attention, huh” Bucky groaned as he laid back, letting you hump and rub yourself all over his cock, making a mess on him. He knew Wanda was watching, his eyes flicking behind you before looking at you again.

You squeaked, seeing Wanda stand at the door watching the both of you, her eyes still glowing as she stepped into your room.

“Starting without me?” She smirked, her fingers snapping the door shut.

*****

You panted, nearly sobbing and moaning as Bucky slammed his cock into you, his hands gripping your hips, keeping your limp body upright while he fucked you from underneath. Wanda cooed, her lips sucking dark bruises on your neck while her fingers played with your clit, rubbing tight circles, another orgasm building in your belly.

You’d lost count how many times they’d made you cum; your sheets were drenched, having squirted and cummed repeatedly, your body unable to hold itself up anymore. You whimpered, falling into Wanda’s arms as held you, letting you cling onto her, Bucky’s thrusts unrelenting.

“Slow down solder, poor our babygirl can only take so much” Her eyes flashed red as your climax crashed over you without warning, your pussy clamping and squeezing Bucky’s cock. You let out a silent scream, sobbing as Bucky gripped you harder, his cock throbbing, spilling into your greedy pussy.

You panted, your chest heaving as Bucky tucked you under your sheets, the both of them rubbing and caressing your soft skin until you relaxed and fell asleep.

“Go to sleep princess” Bucky smirked, he loved his new little plaything, a little doll for him to use.  

“Pretty baby, isn’t she?” Wanda smiled, only partially satiated, now that she had a taste, she wasn’t going to let you go just yet.

Stop here if you love being their sweet innocent little fuckdoll. or...

You smiled to yourself, flopping onto your bed floating in your post sex haze. You twirled your hands, dark puffs of smoke emitting from your finger tips floating to the ceiling.

It was so easy to toy with them. So easy to manipulate them into following the maze that was your mind. You lead the poor red head straight to your filthiest fantasizes; poor sweet girl thinks she’s controlling you. You yawned, curling into your sheets, content with how Bucky had tucked you in. Such a sweet puppy. 

Your fingers continued to dance in your sleep, your lips murmuring spells, you loved control. You wanted them, and now you had them. You were not going to let them go.

You had them exactly where you wanted them.

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[kitmoas]

and there we offer dove to flame

Summary: Family, no matter how you get them, is the only thing you have at the end of the day

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: about 4.3k

Warnings: Stepmom!Wanda, Dark fic (allusions to murder, witch/dark magic, dark deity), Cult vibes, dub con/dub non con, blood mention (vague blood consumption), strap on use (r receiving), breeding kink, stomach bulge, mommy/daddy kink, bit of degrading and overall just smut

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: Hi! So for all cult vibe stuff, I'm going to leave the translations at the bottom of the fic! numbered just like footnotes :)

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you lean against the counter, the rambunctious laughter from the living room echoes throughout the normally quiet house. Ever since your father remarried, his new wife would always bring home friends after her nights out partying. Their relationship was confusing to say the least; the woman was an extrovert who never liked being home while your dad was anything but a homebody who barely even spoke to the rest of the family. You couldn’t tell if the two were actually in love or if this was all just your father trying to get over your mom’s death but either way you found the entire situation exhausting.

You couldn’t lie that Wanda was one of the most fun people you ever got to be around, and it sometimes made you feel like instead of a stepmom you just got a new friend. She was much younger than your father, but still at least ten years older than you. The two of you spent most of your time together watching movies and baking in the kitchen. A nice enough lady, but definitely not the type you ever saw your father marrying. 

Maybe you just had a deep resentment towards him moving on or exhaustion settling in from how busy the house was now but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something seemed off about your step mother. It was something you kept to yourself, refusing to act like an angry teenager while you were a senior in college, but you weren’t ever going to let yourself feel completely at ease around Wanda until you were satisfied. Instead you let yourself enjoy your time both with your father and his wife, along with whatever new people came into the house, coming to terms that one day you would learn to be as happy as he was.  

Starting the walk towards your room, you catch a glimpse of Wanda and her best friend–Natasha. Leaning against a pillar, you stop to watch the two giggle like school girls on the couch as they sip wine. The ginger was intriguing, something about her always drew you near. She was over at the house a lot, even when your step mother wasn’t home. It allowed the two of you to become friends, talking about different things and later finding out that you both enjoy dance and sports. It was a bit strange to see someone her age want to hang out with a person barely in their twenties, but you wouldn’t complain. 

For a moment you almost turn around and go to hang out with the two, attempting to ignore your gut feeling that something is off with them because you just want to be friends with them. The exhaustion makes your muscles sore and your brain slow so you instead just drag yourself up the stairs. It feels like it takes forever to get ready for bed, even with you skipping half of your normal routine. You pass your father’s room, door cracked as always and you peek in. He’s sound asleep, but the loud muffled conversation makes the empty side of the bed even more obvious. 

Your soft cotton sheets are a welcome coolness as you finally settle into bed, your phone dim as you languidly scroll through tiktok. Eyes fluttering shut you’re glad as your phone slips from your grip that you had already plugged it in for the night. Wiggling deeper into your cocoon of blankets, you can feel sleep dragging you under. 

Consciousness hits you before you are able to open your eyes, but the feeling of arousal lays deep in your bones. Shivers from the air circulating the room fights against the way your body overheats, radiating from the warmth boiling in your lower belly. Squirming about trying to get comfortable, your legs hit something weirdly squishy. 

Freezing you slowly retract your foot, trying to prepare yourself to face whatever monster is in your bed. The sight of Natasha, sitting cross legged with her eyes closed and murmuring to herself, wasn’t what you were expecting but it did make you panic. Stammering you try to speak, your throat dry, as you stare wide eyed at the ginger. “U-uh um…N-Natasha did y’need somehin?” 

You watch as the older woman barely reacts to your question, only slightly moving her head as she continues her muted chanting. Unsure what to do, you try slowly moving your body around, a feeble attempt to put some space in between the two of you when her hand shoots out to grip your leg tightly. “I wouldn’t move and ruin everything if I were you, голубь.” Her normally bright emerald eyes look almost black, even with the moonlight illuminating her face. 

Her nails are digging into your thigh, almost like a bird’s talon gripping its prey. Barely looking at you, you watch as a crazed smile spreads slowly across her face. The shine of her teeth as her tongue flicks across them is distracting, but you can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips. It’s almost inaudible, and incredibly pitiful, but it’s enough to get her attention. Head snapping up, tilting as her eyes widen and focus on you. 

She stares at you, silence wrapping around the two of you like a warm blanket. Her mouth relaxes, softening into a playful grin, as she reaches for your face. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl, I promise I’m not here to hurt you. You’re so precious, and just so perfect. I could never harm you.” You know you’re shaking, involuntarily and it’s making you mad to show such a weakness, but it’s almost like she doesn’t care. 

Natasha’s body is looming over you, pushing you farther back into the mattress, soft and your usual place of comfort suddenly stripped of consolation. You can’t quite tell if fear is what you feel or if it’s something else you can’t place, but you know that your breath is caught in your throat as you stare helplessly up at her. Her free hand is trailing along your body, fingernails lightly scratching as she maps out each spot on your skin. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find the words to even try to get her to stop but for some reason you can’t speak. 

Pushing your shirt up, the ginger lets her cold hand cup your bare breasts as she internally chuckles as your torso breaks out in goosebumps. She watches through her lashes as you shake your head, a silent plea for her to stop. The hand is gentle, groping you as if handling a fragile sculpture. Natasha’s forehead leans against your collarbone, lips grazing against your skin as she mumbles. "Слава Чернобогу - славному деятелю, на которого мы возлагаем величайший трибун и страх. Хвала тому, кто дарует нам кровь, в которой обретается наша свобода. В честь тебя мы приносим самое чистое искупление". (1) 

You aren’t sure what she is saying, but it sounds scary and she’s making small noises each time she takes a breath. It’s jarring, making your skin crawl each time. Shrill and quick, the shriek is accompanied with random grunting and your brain cannot make sense of any of it. Panic begins to take over your body, flight winning over fight, you thrash as you try to escape the cage of limbs and weight of her body. It’s entirely too easy for her to overpower you, manipulating your body until you're laid out beneath her. Limbs flopped out to the side as she runs her fingers along your messy locks, smoothing them out as she settles comfortably with her knee between your thighs. “You were doing so good, don’t make me angry.” Her voice is soothing, but the threat still lingers in the air. 

The hand she tangles in your hair almost feels loving, caressing the back of your head she keeps you where she wants you. Her knee grinding against your covered center as she holds your head, cooing at you as the tears build up in your eyes. You’re begging her to stop but it’s almost like she doesn’t hear a single word you are saying. Wanda’s name is tumbling from your lips before you can stop it, as if you were reverting back to calling for your mother when you had a nightmare, hoping that she would help. 

You feel weak and helpless, something about this situation feels different. No matter how your body reacts, the arousal still simmering under your skin from whatever she did to you before you awoke, you felt betrayed and you couldn’t stop this fear of the older woman you had confided in. Throat raw as you sob, pleas for help and your step mother’s name tumbling from your lips almost incoherently, head thrashing about as you try to break free from her grasp. “Please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, just please stop!” 

Your begging does nothing to deter the ginger, if anything she just snickers down at you. Pressing her leg more firmly in between your thighs, she can’t stop the taunt that falls from her mouth. “If you want me to stop you better stop grinding your needy cunt on my thigh, like the perfect little slut you are.” Her mouth is slightly open, a mocking smile ghosts along her lips as her tongue traces her own teeth. The forest green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, a mischievous glint as she perks up when a whimper tumbles out of you. “Call for your Mommy again, go ahead. I know she would love to see you like this.” 

Wide eyes filled with confusion as you open your mouth to scream her name, but a quiet throat clearing in the doorway gets your attention. Natasha’s hand slips from your hair to squish your cheeks as she moves your head to look over. There stands the brunette, leaning casually against the frame, her dark silhouette stark against the light from the hallway. “Did you need me, detka?” She pushes herself up, gliding gracefully over to you. Climbing onto the bed, she sits near your head. 

Her soft hands push her best friend’s off your face as she cups your jaw, cooing and fussing over you as she looks for any sign of distress or pain. You’re pushing away from Natasha, rolling over to crawl towards your step mother and trying to nuzzle your face as close to her as possible. She is tugging you forward now, almost as enthusiastic as you, and safety sinks into your mind the farther you get from the ginger’s preying hands. So focused on finding comfort in her touch, you weren’t really aware how she was manipulating your body but it was her slipping her fingers into your mouth that shocked you. 

Wanda is shushing you, the softness of her touch turning harsh and hostile as you begin to struggle against her. The digits in your mouth are thrusting vigorously, gagging you each time you try to bite down or pull away. Chastising you, the brunette scrunches her nose each time she feels your jaw tense.  “My little dove, please don’t make this difficult. We don’t want to hurt you, you’re so precious to us.” Sweet and soothing, her voice starts to settle your urge to thrash around. Fingers slipping down to your jaw, hooking along your chin painfully, she holds you in place as she slips a harness over your head. Teeth clinking against the large metal o ring, she’s clipped the gag into place and is inspecting it before you can even fight. 

Nails sink into your hips, effortlessly pulling your body up and backwards against what you can only guess is Natasha’s body. She’s guiding you to grind back onto the bulge that the ginger had been hiding this whole time. With your mouth wide open you no longer can muffle the moan, the high pitch sound bringing delighted smiles to both of the older women’s faces. Natasha leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Do you hear how pretty you sound? We haven’t even properly touched you, and you’re already dripping onto the sheets.” 

You try to crawl away but Wanda wraps her hand around your throat, a concerned look on her face as she runs her free hand through your hair. “Where are you going princess? I wouldn’t struggle too much, Daddy’s cock will hurt much worse if you fight it.” Your flimsy panties are ripped away from your body, the sound of the fabric tearing fills the room and you can feel the regret of wearing basically nothing to bed. 

Smooth silicone rubs through your folds, and the shame fills your body when you subconsciously grind back onto it. Flinching when the ginger spits on you, rubbing the tip of her strap in it as she watches you shiver. “Don’t worry, we don’t want to break you, love. We just want to break you in.” 

Not even a second later, giving you no time to prepare, Natasha is shoving herself into you. You expect it to be painful, stretching around the largest thing you’ve ever taken, but after all the teasing your body is more than ready to take whatever you’re given. The older woman growls, a possessive sound, when she watches your cunt stretch and suck her cock in like you were made for her. "Благословите эту голубку, ибо она - та, кого мы сочли достойным поклонения". (2) 

The ginger’s thrusts are anything but gentle from the moment she sinks her entire length in you, hips moving at an unforgivable pace. Wanda is smiling widely at you, fingers tracing the leather digging into your cheeks. Smudging the drool that collects there all over your chin and throat, “You look so pretty like this. Your Daddy has barely even started and you’re already so fucked out.” The brunette curls her fingers into your open mouth, nails dragging across wet metal behind your teeth. 

Moans and whimpers falling from your lips mostly sound gurgled and mumbled around your step-mother’s fingers, eyes fluttering as you struggle to keep up with the way the ginger is thrusting into you. “P’ease is t’muc too.” Words slurring, voice cracking and breaking as you try to beg for relief. 

Wanda just giggles at you, almost sympathetically, as she shakes her head. “I’m sorry little one, I know you’re overwhelmed but we can’t stop.” Her wet hand slaps gently against your cheek. “You’ll thank us after.” You can hear mumbles behind you, each word punctuating the snap of her hips as she drives her length into you. It makes your head bobble and your thighs shake, but you can’t lie anymore as you feel the heat almost boiling over. Nothing has every felt as good as the hands ghosting along your body, and the strap stretching your pussy with a subtle burn.

Drool soaked fingers slip down your body, reaching between your thighs. She lets the way your body is naturally moving with Natasha’s thrust to graze your clit, throbbing and neglected. She giggles as she watches your hips jump each time she even slightly rubs at it, turning her head to nip at your ear lobe. "С каждым движением мы предлагаем тебя, чистейшее из существ, величайшему из богов. Прародитель всех, благослови невинность, чтобы принять подношение семьи. " (3) 

Your head falls pathetically against Wanda’s shoulder, your body barely able to hold up against the ginger’s rutting. You could feel the wetness coating your thighs as it dripped down, soaking into the sheets your knees are rubbing against. The longer the two older women manipulate your body the harder it is to think, to speak–almost like they drained all abilities. Vision blurry and your skull feels like it's going to explode, babbling out to the others. 

Neither care, focused on each other and their goal now. Natasha can tell just by how difficult it is to move inside you that you’re close, your cunt clench each time Wanda’s fingers pinch at your clit. The two look entirely too proud and smug as they realize just how perfect you are, the latter biting into your shoulder to leave a few marks on your otherwise untouched unmarked skin. 

The way your thighs shake and the overwhelming rush of arousal scares you, panic filling your body. “Mommy i- please. I’m” Your voice is quiet, a muted wail as you try to get their attention. “Daddy I can’t, it’s.. Im gonna–” You weren’t sure what was happening but the older women didn’t care, smiling widely at each other as Wanda pulled away to look you in the eyes. Her normal bright green no more instead blown out, black in color, as her entire body vibrates. She’s panting as she stares at you, and you don’t understand what’s happening. 

She cups your cheek, wiping the tears that are forming away. “Let go baby, Mommy is here to catch you. Show Daddy how good she’s been fucking you. Show her how good she is at taking care of all your pretty little needs.” 

Natasha tumbles forward, wrapping one arm around your waist as she roughly thumbs at your clit. Rutting into you, hitting your soft spot over and over again. The ginger is grunting into your ear, broken whimpers as she works to drag you over the edge. “Your tight little cunt is so addicting. So puffy and soft, dripping and clenching around me like a needy selfish whore. I don’t think I’m going to be able to ever share you with the rest of the group. Maybe you’ll just be our little pet forever.” 

Wanda moans, audibly, at that line. Biting her bottom lip as she leans in, kissing you. It’s sloppy and chaotic, the o ring prevents you from doing anything but letting the brunette take what she wants. “Our little thing to pamper, all you need to do is sit there and let us fill that pretty belly as many times as we want.” She’s leaning her forehead against yours, watching you struggling to even keep your fuzzy eyes open. 

In your barely coherent mind her words just push you closer to the edge, a whine as you struggle to not cum. Natasha’s hand splays across your stomach, imagining what it’ll be like when she can feel more than just her cock inside of you. “You’ll be so pretty filled with our baby. I don’t care whose cum it is that I have to fuck into you, they will be ours. You’ll get to feed them and love them while Mommy and Daddy take care of you.” Her calloused hand is pressing down on your lower belly, moaning as she feels her strap moving inside you. A choppy whine falling from her lips is all it takes to push you over the edge; your entire body shaking violently as your orgasm rushes through you.  

The heat is spreading along your body, bouncing between each place they touch keeping you in a state of euphoria. Each time they speak you can feel yourself leak, tightening around the strap. Clawing desperately at the sheets, you start feeling an overwhelming pressure building in your lower belly. No matter your attempts to move away, the older women keep you exactly where they want you. 

Natasha is rutting into you with no real care in the world, her forehead between your shoulder blades as she puts her entire body into forcing you over the edge a second time. If it weren’t for her hands on either side of your body, you know for a fact that you would have crumbled under the pressure and force she’s moving. You can barely register the way her teeth scrape against your sensitive skin as she mutters,  "Великий праотец, с освященным источником мы клянемся принести грядущим поколениям". (4)

Wanda’s hand returns to your throat, wrapping her fingers tightly around as she pulls your head back up. Slipping her thumb into your mouth, she presses it against your tongue. Your moans and words all become gibberish as your step mother leans in, licking a stripe up your cheek. As her lips meet your temple you hear the sound again, raucous and jarring, it vibrates against your skull as it tumbles over and over from the older woman’s mouth. 

Natasha’s moans are getting higher in your ear, more breathy as her hips move more erratically. Her nails are digging into your skin, and you’re sure that she’s going to leave marks. The way the two sway you between them leaves you disoriented, mind swirling as you try to keep up.   “Cum with Daddy, cum with me malyshka” 

It isn’t until you start feeling a warmth inside you, spreading and coating your insides that you finally do cum a second time. Your orgasm is strong, blinding as it ripples through your body. Even though you’re already shaking intensely, losing the ability to hold yourself up, Natasha has a grip on your hips as she continues to thrust into you. It’s all too much and you want to get away, but Wanda’s is kissing all over your mouth and the only sound you seem to be able to make is filthy moans. 

Stars are exploding behind your eyes as your head bounces around, body just trying to take the thrusts that the ginger is still forcing you to endure. The sheets below you hold a puddle of cum and you hate how sticky it makes you feel where you have half fallen into. You can’t really feel your body anymore, just the warmth inside you and the way your clit jumps. You can feel how tender and raw your pussy is even as Natasha lazily ruts into you. 

"Родина тебя, воинство, в котором наш храм дарует вечную жизнь. Прими дар вечного происхождения, стремления вперед и связанную с ним благожелательность. Жизнеспособность во всем, в чем господствует наше божество, и изгони разврат, откуда он мог прийти. За что праотец, избранный патриарх, панигирировал". (5) The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck as she leans her entire weight on you. The way she holds you allows you to slip deeper into the fuzzy feeling in your brain, finally taking comfort in the way the two dote over you. 

Twitching and barely grumbling, you whine as you feel Natasha pulling out of you but it’s quickly silenced when she pops something into you. Forcing your eyes open you search for your step mother but Wanda is already standing, excusing herself as she says something about finishing up outside. You try to focus on her blurry figure as she walks away, but your eyes are still heavy and your brain can’t even understand how to move your body voluntarily yet. 

The ginger wraps you up in her arms as she sets you on a bean bag in the corner of your room, a blanket falling to lay over your limp form. Her lips graze your forehead for a moment as she rubs her thumb along your cheek. You pathetically watch her walk around the room, cleaning up, through hooded eyes. Curiously you watch as she carefully picks up the discarded strap and places it in a weird looking bag before she strips the bed. She walks over to some candles that you didn’t notice in the corner, settling the ruined sheet in the middle before kneeling near the crescent shape. 

She’s still kneeling and rocking by the time that Wanda comes back, slightly perking up at that. Your step mother kneels quickly, pouring a thick dark ruby liquid over the sheets as she adds her own chants. She moves hastily and is crossing the floor towards you before your brain can catch up. “Do you want to be on the bed to drink your hot chocolate Little One?” The lazy nod makes her smile and she slips the bottle into her back pocket, lifting you with ease. 

The new sheets are soft and dry, and you settle into them quickly before Wanda slides behind you. Letting you curl up into her warmth and she hands you what looks like a sippy cup. “I didn’t want you to spill it baby.” She disregards you as you whine about being too old, bringing the bottle to your lips as she glares down at you. 

As you drink you observe the woman, there's a shine of sweat along her brow and a few cherry splatters along her collarbone. She catches your confusion and shushes you, running her fingers along your body and tapping the plug that is still inside you. Even though you have so many questions, and the hot cocoa tastes funny, you can feel your brain and body start to go slack. All your thoughts quickly drain from your mind as you feel all your tenseness leaving your muscles. 

Natasha finally slips on the bed, pulling gently at the plug inside you to make sure nothing leaked out. Ignoring your whimper, continuing to play with the only thing keeping the cum inside you, "В этот день мы дарим нашей заветной звезде величайшую капитуляцию, на которую способна новая кровь. Обмен на одного, жизнь, которую нужно отдать, на жизнь, которой нужно быть.” (6) Her hands rub along your thighs, taking note of every mark the two left on your body. “Чтобы быть посвященными тебе как подношение, возлюбленный, свяжи наши души не только со священной землей, по которой ты ходишь, но и с каждым местом, где почва пропитана благословенной кровью наших предков.”(7)  Biting her bottom lip, the ginger gulps as she tries to keep her emotions in check as she finishes. ”Даруй благодать не только высшим из высших, но и прадеду, который, учитывая знания твоего мозга, является нашей дорогой в вечность и вечность в твою честь."(8) 

The ginger voice fades out, body slowly coming to a halt after she had begun to rock. Allowing the silence to lay heavy in the room, she watches the candles flicker before they quickly extinguish without a trace. Natasha finally directs her attention to Wanda, bright forest eyes filled with excitement and curiosity. “Is it done? She is ours?” 

The brunette chuckles lightly, watching as your eyes slip closed. Her hand caresses your cheek, humming as you subconsciously lean into her touch. “The family will be pleased. We’ll bring grandfather the next generation with ease.” 

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1- “Unto Chernobog the glorious figure in which we place utmost tribune and fear. Praise to he who gives us the blood in which our freedom is found. We bring forth the most pure atonement in honor of thee.” 

2- “Bless this dove for she is who we deemed worthy of worship.” 

3- “With each movement, we offer thee purest of beings to the greatest of gods. The forefather of all, bless the innocence to receive the family’s offering. ” 

4-  “Great forefather, with the sanctified source, we vow to bring generations to come.” 

5- “The motherland of thee, a host in which our temple grants eternal life. Take the gift of ever derivation, strides forthcoming and bound by benevolence. Vitality in all that our deity prevails and banish depravity from once it may have come. For which the forefather, chosen patriarch, panegyrized.”

6- “On this day, we give to our treasured star the greatest surrender in which new blood can give. An exchange for one, a life to give for a life to be.”

7- “To be dedicated to you as an offering, beloved, bind our souls to not only the sacred ground you walk but each spot in which the soil is soaked with the blessed blood of our ancestors.” 

7- “Give grace to not only the highest of the highs but to the great grandfather whom given the knowledge of your brain, is our road to forever and evermore in your honor.”  

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[p3sephone]

I’m your home now. (Dark! Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting. 

Warnings: past abuse, abusive house, non-consent kissing, manipulation, mind control, civil war Wanda.. This is +18 only and minors are not welcome, also if you do not enjoy this kind of themes do NOT read. This character doesn’t belong to me. 

Words: 1.1k. 

Note: feedbacks are always welcome. <3 Also, I recently watched Moon Knight, and that serie is fire. Loved it. 

"Wanda, please-" "No, why should you be afraid? I saved you. You owe me everything." she ground her teeth as her eyes were framed in red by her crying. She'd cried, because she'd finally realized that her twisted fantasy of her where you're together could never work. It was some time ago: you lived with your abusive relatives, and there was a bruise every day, a new story to tell. But you had no one to tell all these things to, until you made friends with Wanda. She started with a simple coffee. There was a cake shop, and oh how you loved it, you went there whenever things were particularly bad. And one day they went too badly, to the point that you left the house with a black eye clearly visible. It didn't matter to you, you just wanted a safe place, you wanted your usual little corner with your smartphone while pretending to have a normal life. One that you enjoyed living. Wanda slowly insinuated herself into your life, until she suddenly asked you to help you permanently. She offered you a place to stay, and normally you would never have accepted it so quickly. Yet you still remember that moment: pure confusion, it was as if someone else was pronouncing those words for you. You said a quick, frantic, frightened yes, but it didn't sound like you. From then everything went uphill, she helped you but she didn't ask for anything in return. Not even when you've been insisting every single day on getting a job so you can find your own new place and get out of the way. Those were sore points for Wanda, she hid it all too well but her icy looks said it all. And then all of a sudden you changed your mind: your mind was processing a series of ideas and plans, and the next second it was completely addicted to the thought of having someone to be with. The idea of a relationship with Wanda never crossed your mind. There was something that seemed to click in your head on top of so many other things, but this was the only one you could resist. Yet you had no way of doubting Wanda, the only thing she ever did was to help you. Right? While Wanda was away the internet was a great way to distract yourself and pass the time. You scrolled through a screen that didn't really interest you at first glance, but before deleting it completely, you clicked the appropriate button to cancel the operation. You swore you saw Wanda on the cover of the article, which prompted you to check. And that was it. Your eyes started going to every single written word, and you didn't believe a single one of them. Then, at the end of the page, you saw a video. There were red flashes and you didn't understand what the heck it was. You clicked play without even thinking about it, and just stood there watching the whole building go up in flames and general commotion. It couldn't possibly be a fake. Now, you weren't particularly fond of tv or social media, you had very bad experiences with those channels. But that, oh... that was another course. You scrolled through other articles, reading them one by one. Your heart was pounding. You weren't sure Wanda had done it on purpose, but now you finally understood the reason for your many strange behaviors. It wasn't you, just. It was her. Without thinking twice you started taking everything you need. It was only a matter of time before she got home, she promised you she'd be back with your favorite donuts. For now, you didn't know where to go or what to do, but you knew you didn't want to face it. You just wanted time to process and process, time was all you asked for. But you were not granted that favor. Wanda caught you red-handed packing a bag with all your stuff, and she looked at you in betrayal. "What are you doing honey?" you furrowed your eyebrows. She never called you that, you couldn't stand nicknames. "Wanda, I… thank you for having me and for taking care of me, but it's time for me to go." you tried not to shake your voice, failing miserably. She grinned a little in amusement, placing the treats on her desk next to her. "Are you scared, why would you be scared of me now, hm? I saved you, remember? Where could you go, back home?" that part hurt. Her mocking tone was clearly picked up by you, so you got defensive. You did what you could, at least. "I don't know where I'm going and it's none of your business. I have to go." you firmly said, but that didn't seem to convince her at all. In fact, beyond her little grin of amusement, there was also a hint of anger. There was silence for a few seconds before the phone vibrated. Damn youtube. You swallowed nervously, praying she wouldn't be interested in the smartphone. But, as if she read her thoughts in you, she walked over undaunted. You tried to push her away in an attempt not to give away what you knew, but she backfired on you. She used her powers on you, pinning you to that same desk. You watched in sheer terror as her eyes lit up red and looked at you with such contempt. You stayed there despite your desperate attempts, while Wanda decided to scroll through the history. There was no good news for you afterwards. "Oh, I see… I rescued you from that filthy squatter hole you called home, and now just for this little detail you choose to run away from me." she almost she growled as she tried to calm down, but that effort was short lived. She disintegrated the smartphone right in front of you before approaching your immobilized body with quick steps. Your eyes were now full of tears and you felt paralyzed. "You owe me your life. You are mine, you will stay here and you will do what I say. I chose you from before meeting you in that place and I have stopped seeing new bruises that have been badly hidden for some time. You made wrong choices and now you don't trust me, the only person who cares." Her words only made you cry, because you knew she was right. This made her soften, and you slowly felt the hold of her powers undoing your body. You sobbed desperately as you reluctantly let her stroke your hair and kiss your tear-stained cheeks. "I'll take care of you love, don't worry. I even took care of them, now you really won't have to fear anything. You'll always be by my side, you'll see." You were undecided if you were terrified by the news of that moment or by the kiss she gave you immediately after. What you knew was that there was no running away from her, not anymore.

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[domripley]

i watched a change in you

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: dark!wanda, mommy kink, face slapping, non-con, mentions past natasha/reader, mentions natasha’s death, strap-ons, brief oral sex on a strapon, face slapping, slight minipulation.

title credit: change (in the house of flies) - by deftones |  nevernaya shlyukha - unfaithful whore, detka - baby

prompts:  I don’t wanna hurt you, baby. Please don’t make me hurt you. | You’re nothing without me

word count: 2,118

summary:  after everyone came back, wanda slowly started to change.

You sat at the edge of your bed, not wanting to wake your girlfriend, Wanda up. This was the fourth night in a row where you had woken up from a horrible nightmare, and you weren’t sure why you were having them.

“You okay, baby?” Wanda yawned, turning onto her side to get a better look at your back.

You didn’t know this, but Wanda was putting the nightmares in your head.

Ever since the Avengers defeated Thanos, you had grown distant with Wanda, and Wanda was not okay. You were hers, and she knew that for those five years, you had started a relationship with Natasha. Of course, she didn’t blame you, not knowing if she were to ever come back, but you hadn’t even told her about it.

You were heartbroken.

It wasn’t for her. It was for Natasha.

Wanda couldn’t let you go and now that Natasha was dead, you had a reason to stay with her.

“Yeah, just woke up to go to the bathroom,” you sighed, standing up off the bed.

You really didn’t need to go to the bathroom, you just needed some fresh air. Looking at your phone as you made it to the doorway, it was only midnight. Even though you needed to be up early, you didn’t care. You loved Wanda, but ever since she came back with the others, she was starting to become smothering. For the first year and a half back, she would constantly do everything with you, and it was nice. But then, you noticed that none of your friends wanted to hangout anymore. You weren’t sure why, until you ran into one of them at the mall.

”Hey, I’ve tried calling you did you get a new number?” you said, trying your best not to make things weird. Wanda had reassured you that they must be busy, but a part of you didn’t believe that. You continued. “I’m sorry it’s just we haven’t hung out in weeks, and I’m just worried. Did I do something.” Your friend looked around the mall nervously, as if she was trying to avoid someone.

“Listen, (Your Name), I can’t be friends with you anymore, not with Wanda around. I’m sorry, we love you, but… I gotta go.” Your friend walked away before you could ask her what she meant by that.

You knew Wanda did something, but you couldn’t understand why. She was never like this. Ever.

Before you made it out of your house, Wanda stopped you.

“Hey, let me go with you, it’s dangerous outside at this time.” Wanda said, catching up to you.

You couldn’t help but groan out loud, which caused her to frown.

“Can I have some space for once? For the past year you’ve been bothering me so much. My friends won’t even talk to me anymore because of you.” you snapped.

You let out a small gasp, not expecting yourself to do so. This had been building four months into everyone coming back, and you couldn’t hold it back any longer. You needed space from your girlfriend. A part of you felt bad for snapping at her, but she wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

Wanda’s jaw clenched but she decided not to do anything yet. She mumbled ��okay fine’ before walking away from you. Once you were out of the house, Wanda started to plan. It wasn’t something she wanted to do but with your outburst, she knew the nightmares weren’t working.

—-

Once you were back from your walk, you knew you were going to have to talk to Wanda about how you were feeling. You were also going to apologize for snapping, especially since you should have just told her that you needed some space from her.

As soon as you were in your bedroom you realized that Wanda wasn’t there.

“You’re finally back.” Wanda said from behind you.

She was standing in the doorway and it scared the shit out of you.

“What the fuck, Wanda?” you jumped, turning to face Wanda.

She looked angry and a part of you knew she had every right to be with your sudden outburst. But you needed Wanda to stop being so overprotective and smothering.

“I was waiting for you. You will not be leaving this house again without me. What if something happens, and I’m not there to protect you?”

“Wanda, you don’t need to protect me, I’m capable of doing things on my own. You’re smothering me and I’m done, I’m going to be staying with Yelena until tony can let’s me have one of the empty apartments.” You said, rushing to the closet to grab a few of your things.

Before you could even grab a shirt off a hanger, Wanda’s hand was in your hair, pulling you away from the closet. You let out a yelp, caught off guard by the sudden outburst by Wanda.

”You’re nothing without me,” Wanda snapped, bending you over the bed so she could hold you down. “Do you understand me? You’re nothing without me, so why would you want to leave me?”

You tried to struggle against her, but with Wanda using her full body weight to hold you in place, you couldn’t move.

“Natasha’s dead, you’re with me”

You felt as if time had stopped in that moment.

She knew.

Wanda knew about Natasha and you.

But how long did she know?

“Now, I’m not as angry about it as I was when I first out. Considering that you didn’t know if I’d be back, and I’m… glad you had someone there for you. But now she’s dead, and I’m back. I’ve been back and I’ll you’ve been doing is acting as if your actual girlfriend died.” Wanda said, letting go of your hair.

“Please get off of me, you’re hurting me.” You said, trying to be as calm as you could be.

Wanda pulled away from you, allowing you to breathe before ripping your shirt off you. When you came back into your house, you weren’t expecting this. Wanda had changed in a matter of an hour, or was she holding this back too? Considering that she knew about Natasha and you, made you think it this was building inside of her.

“Wanda-!” you shouted but stopped when she forced you on your back.

“You want to leave me.” She stated, her voice cold and you could tell she was trying to stay calm. “After everything I’ve ever given you. I invited you to live on the compound, in our private house, and I got rid of your fake friends for you. After all that, you still want to let me go?”

You tried to get off the bed, but you couldn’t move. Wanda’s eyes were glowing, and you knew she was holding you down.

I don’t wanna hurt you, baby. Please don’t make me hurt you. she begged, but you shook your head.

“Let me go, Wanda, or I’ll scream.” You threatened.

Wanda didn’t listen.

Pulling your underwear down to your ankles, Wanda removed the, before throwing them onto the floor. You whimpered as your legs suddenly opened, and Wanda was removing her clothes. You needed to convince her to stop this so you could get out, but you knew that wouldn’t happen.

“Trying to get me to stop won’t work, Detka, considering you’ve been such a nevernaya shlyukha.” She sighed, shaking her head as she pulled her pants down. “If Natasha could have you whenever she wanted, so can I.”

Noticing the strapon Wanda had been packing, you began to panic. It was a lot thicker than what you were used to, and Wanda knew this. She had to.

“I had gotten this about a month ago, and it was going to be for a special occasion, but technically this is one. I need to remind you that you belong to me and only me.” Wanda said, walking over to her bedside table. Grabbing a bottle of lube, Wanda squirted some onto her hand before covering the toy with it. You started to panic, unsure of how you were going to get out of this situation.

“For months, you’ve been distant, you’ve barely let me touch you. But I was always so patient with you, not anymore. Now Mommy’s going to make up for lost time.” She said coldly, getting in between your legs.

Rubbing the tip of the toy against your clit, Wanda smiled softly at you. “Don’t look so scared, Detka, Mommy’s going to take good care of you from now on.”

“What do you m-“ you tried to ask, but Wanda slid all the way inside of you.

“Wanda, please s-stop,” you whimpered.

Wanda began to move, not giving you any time to adjust to the size. As she picked up her pace, you tried to focus on anything but the woman you once loved.

“Tell me you like my cock, detka, tell Mommy how good I’m fucking you.” She demanded.

You shook your head, refusing to give in to what she wanted. This only seemed to make her angrier, reaching towards your face, Wanda slapped you hard. You cried out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes but Wanda didn’t seem to care that you were beginning to cry.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to gather the words to speak. “I-I love your cock, Mommy, feels so good.”

Wanda knew you weren’t telling the truth, but it was a start to her plan. She was going to make you think she was falling for your plan.

“You try to run, you’ll be in a lot more trouble,” she warned. “Mommy wants you to ride her cock on the couch.”

Suddenly you were able to move, but you didn’t dare try to get away from her. Instead, Wanda dragged you into the living room and you decided you were going to try and play her game. You were going to make her believe you weren’t going to leave her. Watching her sit down on the couch, your eyes widened when you realized what she wanted you to do.

“Knees, I want you to suck my cock.” Wanda instructed, and you hesitantly got on your knees. Wrapping your lips around the tip of the toy, you slowly took more of it in your mouth. Closing your eyes, you tried to picture anyone but her. This made Wanda angry, causing her to push you further onto her strapon.

Letting you pull away, she snapped. “You think about me only. When I’m fucking you, when you’re sucking my cock. Sit on my cock, since you’ve ruined that.”

Wanda sat down on the couch, waiting for you to do as you were told.

Straddling her hips, you sunk down on her cock. “Good girl, see how much easier it is when you’re not trying to fight me?” she smirked, this time letting you adjust to the toy.

You whimpered as Wanda started to slowly fuck up into you, reaching up to wrap a hand around your throat, she let out a soft laugh. “Are you ready to be Mommy’s good girl again?” she asked, and when you didn’t answer, she squeezed your neck harder.

You knew you had to agree with her, that as soon as Wanda was satisfied, the quicker she’d be done with you for the night. You nodded, unable to talk with how she was choking you.

“Good girl.”

Wanda fucked you at a rough pace, finally letting go of your neck so you could breathe. You began to cry again, feeling your orgasm building. You wanted her to stop, but you knew she wasn’t planning on stopping until you came.

“M-Mommy,” you whimpered, fucking yourself on the toy to meet her thrusts.

You came with a loud cry as Wanda fucked you through your orgasm. Once you stopped moving, she bit your chest. Waiting until you were calming down, Wanda spoke up.

“You’re never leaving me, are you?” she asked, her eyes glowing red.

“N-No, never.”

Wanda knew you were lying, but she was going to make you believe that you wanted her still.

That you needed her.

No matter how long it was going to take – she would do anything to have you completely back – it worked once, it’ll work again. Carrying you back into the bedroom, she placed you on the bed. Once she was on the bed, Wanda slowly pulled the covers up over the two of you before wrapping her arms around you.

“Oh baby, you’re never going to be leaving this house again without me. Are you?” she asked, smirking when she felt you tense up.

“N-No, Mommy. Never again.”

#my writing #mine #dark au #dark wanda

[sloaneispunk]

Kids

Summary: You were a friend of Stark, him knowing you because of Parker. You had supernatural powers and Tony thought that you would come in useful when he had to go against Steve in the Civil War. There you met The Scarlet Witch, but she was nothing like you’d expected, she was straight up adorable

<Fluffy fluff>

“Such a show-off.” You playfully scoffed at Parker as he swung through the air above you, laughing at how slow you were compared to him.

“Not my fault you’re slow, Y/n. I giess I’m just b-” Before he could even finish his sentance, you swung himself right into a pole, not noticing it when he was talking to you.

“Look out!” You said as you ran off, leaving him with the man with the metal arm and the wannabe bird guy.

“Thanks!” Peter shouted after you.

You got back to the base of the airport, finding Stark fighting off Captain America. Without hesitation, you raised your hand up, picking the captain off his feet and into a wooden crate far away.

“Thanks, kid. Where’s spider-boy?” Tony asked as he caught his breath.

“Flew into a pole.” You shrugged, making him roll his eyes.

“Find the witch, you could probably keep her company.”

“Fine. See you later, Stark!” You yelled, running off once again.

“It’s Mr. Stark to you!”

A while later, you found the girl Stark was talking about, she had threwn Natasha into the air, away from Clint. You immediately caught the redhead and landed her on the ground safely again.

“Hi there.”

You whipped your head around from looking at Natasha, seeing The Scarlet Witch smiling at you in a distance.

“I’m Wanda.” She introduced herself as the two of you walked towards each other.

“I didn’t ask.” You simply stated, picking her up and doing to her the same thing she did to Natasha.

However, she easily struggled out of your grip on her, catching herself mid-air before she could hit the ground. She flew closer to you, making you frown.

“You’re a fiesty one, where did Stark find you?” She joked.

You weren’t going to deny the fact that she was absolutely stunning, probably the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. She was different from what Tony had said she would be. She wasn’t scary, mean or anything like that. In fact, she seemed nice, well, to you perhaps. You had a hard time concentrating on your task, often getting distracted by her beauty which didn’t fail tp make your stomach do flips over and over again.

“Oh…you’re friends with that spider-thing. How interesting!” She smiled once again at you from above, leaving you confused on how she knew.

“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that.” Wanda said.

That’s when it hit you, she was reading your mind.

“Stop reading my mind.” You snarled back at her.

“Make me.”

That was all you needed to pull her down onto the ground, using your telekinesis to shove her into different crates all around the airport. But it didn’t take long for her to gain control back, pushing onto your back as you hit your head hard on the ground.

“That hurt.” You whined as she trapped down on the floor with her hovering over you, a few centermeteres away.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” She giggled, booping your nose, making you scrunch.

“I’m Y/n.” You breathed out, trying to catch your breath from the fight.

“I knew that, just wanted to talk to you.” A sly smile spread across her face as she talked to you. “Well, I have a job to do, I’ll see you around, Y/n.”

With that, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, closing the gap between the two of you. Your eyes remained open during that few seconds with her lips against yours, clearly shocked, but you weren’t exactly complaining either.

Before you could register what was happening, she pulled away, shooting you a wink before taking off, leaving you alone with your mouth hung wide open.

“Y/n! Are you okay?!” Peter screamed like a kid as he ran to you.

He scrambled on his knees and helped you off your laying down position on the floor and back onto your feet, dusting you off in the process.

“Oh god! She broke you!” He said panicking as he stared at your mouth that hung wide open with your gaze still upon Wanda.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp sting on your cheek, making you yelp and retaliate by giving him a hard slap across the face back.

“Jesus! What was that for?!” Peter shouted at you as you turned to face him.

“I don’t know! You hit me first, Park!” You yelled back.

“I was checking to see if you were okay but it seems like you are now!”

“Jesus…” You sighed, running your hand through your hair.

“So what happened?!”

“Nothing! I’m fine!”

“Didn’t look like you were!”

“Kids, kids, kids!” The two of you turned around and saw Tony approaching, “We’re on the same team!”

“Yeah but she started i-” Peter tried to defend himself

“I personally do not care, go out there and make me proud, my children.” Stark retorted as he flew off.

“You heard the old man.” You scolded the younger boy, leaving him sulking to join the rest.

To be continued

#wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #wanda #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda mcu #lizzy olsen #lizzy olsen x reader #spotify #mommy wanda #mommy!wanda maximoff #dark wanda #wanda maximoff smut #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda smut #wanda fluff #mommy wanda x little reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen

[michinnyun]

Kinktober Day 22- Somnophilia

Kinktober list

You wake up with the loveliest warmth between your legs. You arch into Wanda’s touch, already knowing that she must’ve been craving you while you were asleep, but didn’t want to wake you. You pant softly, grinding against the length of her as she stuffs you, already wet from her attention.

“Baby,” you sigh, arching into the warm skin of her front.

“Detka,” she murmurs, delicate fingers twitching with red light as an invisible force spreads you open, playing with your clit and filling you to the brim.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, already on the edge of your release. You grab the front of her sleep shirt, staring into her black eyes as she defiles you, pressing a teasing kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You gasp, her free hand drifting under your shirt to play with a nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until you’re panting.

Another invisible force clamps over your mouth, silencing your cries. “Shh, sweetheart,” she coos. “Don’t want to wake the boys.”

At this point you feel like you might wake the whole town with how loud your cunt is, sloppy and wet from her magic. She grins at you hungrily, wetting her lower lip and watching you with fascination as you silently plead with her for more.

“More?” she asks, and you shudder as the presence inside of you expands, shoving in and out violently until you’re coming all over the sheets, ruining them fairly effectively.

You spasm, eyes rolling to the back of your head as she draws it out, your scream trapped in your throat by the red haired witch in your bed.

She chuckles softly at the tears gathering in your eyes, begging for her to stop. “Stop? I thought you wanted more.”

Her tongue slips into your mouth, making you squeak. Her kiss is languid, dominating. She rests her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes, a red light filling her irises.

“Greedy little thing,” she murmurs, grasping your jaw with her slender fingers and shaking you a bit. “Little slut. I could see your dreams. You were practically begging for this. And now?” She ducks her head, lifting your shirt and sucking one of your nipples into her mouth, biting down gently. “Now it’s my turn to get what I want.” She laves her tongue over the sore spot she left behind.

Your breath hitches, your body melting into a puddle on the bed as she immobilizes you, crawling up your body until her cunt is hovering over your face. With a wave of her hand, your jaw drops open, mouthing at the cloth covering her entrance.

You feel syrupy, relishing the taste of her desire as she moans softly and grinds down onto you, running her fingers through your hair.

You want to touch her, grab at her, take a little control of the situation, but that’s obviously not in the cards today as her magic holds you down, her head tilted back, using your face.

You groan into the soft down of her mound, her red curls poking through the fabric of her panties and tickling your face. She waves her fingers and they’re gone, the familiar taste of her flooding your senses.

You inhale deeply, your vision starting to go a little fuzzy as you realize you’re falling asleep again. You panic slightly, not wanting it to end.

“Shh,” she hushes, caressing your cheek where it’s squished by her pale thighs. “Just sleep. I’ll take care of this.”

When you wake up in the morning, all you remember are sweet dreams filled with Wanda, and the green of her eyes overtaken by that red light.

#wanda maximoff #wlw #lesbian wanda maximoff #dark wanda #dark wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #dark scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #somnophilia #kinktober #my fic

[romanoffsbish]

You Should’ve Said No

Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

TW: Cheating, Manipulation, Swearing, Mind control/Kidnapping.

18+ Vulgar language/Mentions of sex.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•(past)

Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)

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Natasha and Maria are normally your favorite people, literally your best friends, but as of right now they're more or less your enemies. Forcefully dragging you out of the comfort of your blanket cocoon of despair to a building filled with sweaty imbeciles who don't know how to respect another's personal space. Making matters worse, they ran off to dance the night away under the blanket of their love. Purposefully leaving you at the bar with an obviously gorgeous woman who was seemingly all over you, even as you barely acknowledged her advances.

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Instead, you mindlessly stirred the toothpick of olives around in your fifth drink of the night as your mind took you back to when everything had been good, when Wanda's love for you still burnt bright, and you sat there desperately searching for the moment it had all apparently fallen apart.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

When Wanda arrived everyone seemed rather hesitant of her, but you understood her loss, and her subsequent rage. So you were rather friendly with her, she'd been quite timid herself around most, but you could always feel her mood lighten around you. Her smile would grow exponentially brighter whenever you entered the room, and you would match her energy tenfold.

There was no denying she was gorgeous, anyone could see that you were indeed a smitten kitten, and after awhile you'd believed she might like you too. The lingering touches, along with that ever persistent gaze of hers, and the bold statements she'd drop in passing.

A few months after Wanda arrived at the compound, she finally had the nerve to make her move, rather boldly actually as she had shoved you against a wall and smashed her lips against yours. Too many people had looked you over at one of Tony's parties, and she was apparently having none of it.

"Wands... What—?"

"Y/N/N... Please, say you'll be mine, it's driving me crazy the longer we spend pretending we don't want this."

"You're drunk..." You conclude as the fresh taste of vodka now resides on your lower lip, and you deflate at the realization.

"Detka, one shot gave me the necessary courage; I'm far from drunk, if I was, I couldn't do this..." She quips, as she scoops you up and runs the both of you off towards her room.

She'd tossed you atop of her bed, hovering above you within an instant as she smiled down at your adorably confused face.

"I'm serious Y/N—I want you, and I refuse to allow one more person to gawk at what's mine in the hopes of taking you home..."

"Yours huh?" You playfully questioned, as you reached up to tuck her fallen hair behind her ears.

"Yes, mine... Just say it, and I'll finally make it official..."

"I'm all yours Wanda..."

The air between the both of you had thickened, you nearly choked as you watched her eyes darkening, then she lowered her lips to yours for a shockingly soft kiss.

“Good girl.” She whispered against your lips, smiling at the adorable whine her words elicited.

You gasped as her lips began to trail down your jaw, until she landed directly above your pulse point. Tirelessly moving her lips upon every inch of your exposed skin, as she made a never ending trail of marks all over.

"That's much better..." She mumbled against your skin, as she was slowly moving back up to peck at your lips once more.

"Now those buffoons will stop hovering, and I can finally show you off as mine..." She lowly growls against your lips before swiftly bringing both of you to your feet.

"Shall we?" She giggles as she places her folded arm out for you to latch onto, then drags your buzzing body back towards the party for a magical night.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

She used to leave you littered in her marks, and you'd wear them with immense pride. Her possessive nature was undoubtedly hot, truly. Over time though, the playful jealousy turned into something bordering the lines of insanity.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Why do you always have to leave?" She seethes from the doorway of your bedroom, just coming home from God knows where to shout at you.

You scoff, dropping your duffle bag from your hand as you choose to turn to face her, she actually had the audacity to believe such obvious falsehoods.

"Are you actually serious right now?! Wanda! This is OUR job, missions aren't exactly extra curricular options to pick and chose from. When you asked me to, I told Fury to pull my workload back, I go on maybe two missions a month now. So I'm here everyday Wanda, it's you who's constantly leaving, and I don't see how that's fair! Where the hell do you go?"

"I'm not doing this again Y/N, the same fight, and it always ends the same; you walk out the door, leaving me all alone, and miserable."

You're stood there completely dumbfounded, it's as if she actually believes the words she says, and expects you to blindly do the same.

"Good, don't do it Wanda... I can't keep repeating myself anyways. You're the one missing here Wanda, not me, and you're not going to gaslight me into thinking otherwise. I'll see you in a few days." You exhaustedly reply, passing by her pissed form, and disregarding anything else she says.

——

The mission was grueling, and the clear divide between your lover and you had only made it that much worse. Loving Wanda had always been such an easy feat, but over the last year it had become almost exclusively exhausting.

The days of waking her up with kisses, and rolling around in bed while giggling until your alarm would tear the two of you apart were long gone. Instead, your sheets were almost always frigid to the touch when you'd reach out for her, while your days were spent alone, and most nights were spent the same.

Heartbreak was all you really felt anymore, and any touches she did throw your way almost felt fueled by a mix of lust and hatred, but in the end her love was all you'd ever wanted, so you just accepted it as such. Even in this moment, all you wanted was to fall into her warm embrace, and sleep away the pain.

—

"Y/N!!" Natasha shouts out as you descend out of the jet, you look up just in time to see she was running towards you to lift you up then pull you in for a grateful hug.

"Hey Natty..." You giggle, and allow her arms wrapping around you to comfort you, and boy did you need that comfort.

"Where's Wanda?" You suddenly ask, because no matter the fight, she's always been here to welcome you home, and your mind reels as you feel Natasha stiffen in your hold.

"Y/N, Wanda got banned from the compound after I caught her cheating on you last night..."

"No..." You croak, trying your hardest to pull away from her firm hold...

"She-She wouldn't..." You lightly sob against her chest, now tightening your grip on her shirt, as you began to struggle to breathe.

You pulled back to look into her eyes, deep down knowing she’d never lie to you, but searching her eyes anyways in the hopes that this was the one time she did. When you saw nothing but truth in her eyes, your legs began to give out, and Natasha supported your body.

"It's gonna be okay, I got you dorogoy..." Natasha coos, as she slowly lowers the both of you to the ground, holding your sobbing form close until the exhaustion from your mission graciously puts you out of your misery.

Natasha waiting for you now made sense...

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

Four years together, with whispered promises of forever, and she threw it all away for a drunken tryst with a stranger after an argument that she started.

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It's strange to think the songs we used to sing, the smiles, the flowers, everything is gone.

Yesterday I found out about you, even now just looking at you feels wrong...

You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance. It was a moment of weakness and you said, "Yes."

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Wanda was over the silence, so she waited until everyone would be asleep to sneak into the compound. Entering your room as quietly as she could, she'd turned around in the hopes of seeing your sleeping body. Instead, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the mess, blankets were splayed atop one another, and empty snack bags were all over the bed. What really caught her eyes was the clothes that were strewn about, leading her to believe you were out, and that just threw her off.

Wanda's had her eyes on you from the moment she'd been introduced to the team, and it would be a lie to say she hadn't been infatuated beforehand. Everyone had still walked around her as if she was a threat, but you were one of the rare ones to greet her with open arms, and the kindness you'd shown warmed her heart. She knew rather quickly that you would be important to her.

Most mornings she would simply watch you from afar, as you traipsed around the kitchen on your shared floor without a care in the world. She’d memorized your morning routine, and always managed to get through hers before you so that she could watch you in secret. Her eyes would shamelessly watch as your oversized shirts rose above the swell of your butt, exposing your panties to her whenever you'd go to reach for a mug as you prepared your coffee. Then, before you could catch her she'd be gone, mug of tea in her hand as she thanked the heavens that she was taller than you.

Over time she could see that many people also found you stunning, and she just knew she had to make you hers, no matter the cost. Now though, she's gone and messed it up and she can't help it as the worst possible thoughts consume her mind. Mindlessly pacing around the common room in the hopes that you'll be home soon, because the thought of you staying the night elsewhere makes her nauseous.

You were hers, no one else was ever meant to touch you, and yet she might very well be the reason for you falling prey to another.

—

Maria and Natasha came running towards the bar to check in with you, giggling wildly as they'd approached.

"Y/N/N, what happened to the pretty blonde?" Natasha asked with an exaggerated pout, followed up quickly by a groan as Maria elbowed her.

"What? You know I only have eyes for you..." She whines, quickly turning her attention to her girlfriend, and you watch in horror as they basically eye-fuck each other in front of you.

The once promising space on their couch was no longer an option, the compound it is...

"She ran away shortly after leaving these marks on my collarbone, once I had returned to my body from my spiral I sort of told her to leave." You unenthusiastically reply before slamming the remainder of your drink back as you move to stand before them.

"Baby doll, you gotta move on someday, what better place than a bar." Maria mutters, as she lightly grips your hand, shooting you a sympathetic smile.

"We haven't even officially broken up, and I'm not sure I'm even ready to let her —."

"Oh no dorogoy, don't tell me you're actually considering forgiving her..." Natasha groans while reaching up to firmly squish your cheeks and stare directly into your eyes.

"Nat, she was drunk..." You attempt to murmur excuses for her through your squished lips.

"She still knew what she was doing Y/N/N... Wanda made a calculated decision to sleep with someone else while you were away on a mission, she just hadn't expected we'd be stopping by to visit her. Being drunk is a piss poor excuse, I mean, look at you now, you're like five drinks in and you still managed to push the girl off of you."

You meekly nodded, then as Natasha relinquished your cheeks a loud sigh fell from your lips, and the girls pulled you in for a hug.

"Let's go home." Maria murmured as she placed a friendly kiss to your forehead.

"Respectfully, I'm not going home with you absolute horn dogs, we can rain check on our sleepover. Compound will do just find." You reply with an air of playful disgust present in your tone.

"We can abstain." Natasha begrudgingly groans, and you simply chuckle against them.

"That would do no good for any of us, an unsatisfied, horny Natasha is just the makings of a grumpy one. I promise you, I'll be fine, plus someone should at least be getting some."

“It’s never too late.” Natasha smirks, subtly pointing to the woman who hasn’t stopped staring at you.

“Let’s go.” You groan, and the laughing women follow you out of the bar.

—

"Y/N!" Wanda anxiously shouts as soon as you stumble through the compound doors, and your smile fades once you hear her voice.

You were wrong, you were most certainly not going to be fine. Of course she showed up here, apparently waited for you to come home, and now your friends weren't here to save you since they share an apartment, the same way you and Wanda once did...

"Go home Wanda." You croak over a burp, fighting off the bile trying to rise up, as you aggressively brush passed her in route to collect a glass of water.

Wanda's nostrils are suddenly hit with a pungent smell—reminiscent of the woods, and various alcohols. It’s not your usual sweet scent, and it’s then that she realizes you were out on the town, doing God knows what, and with who—she doesn't really want to know. Silent fury consumes her as she races off to the kitchen to corner you before you can take off towards your room in the compound.

“Where were you?!” She attempts to ask in a calm tone, even if she’s feeling anything but calm.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I was out with the girls.”

“Not my business? I was worried sick Y/N, you’re my—.”

A humorless laugh erupts from deep within, interrupting her pathetic rambling, and you are just grateful to be facing away from her at the moment.

“I’m not yours to worry about anymore Wanda. I’m also not sure why you were so worried about me tonight when you didn’t even come to find me after my latest mission. It took you a staggering three days to find me and all you’d done was try to make excuses for yourself.”

"Are you done punishing me yet? Will you come home now that you've officially whored yourself out? Just call us fucking even now. I made one fucking mistake, let it go!" She seethes in your direction causing you to choke on your ice.

She cheated, and now you're the whore for going out?

against your will mind you...

"Oh, that's fucking rich Wanda..." You humorlessly chuckle out as you settle your glass in the sink and turn to face her with a fury to rival hers.

Her eyes naturally fall to your exposed collarbones, where a cluster of bruises are forming, and her eyes immediately glow red at the supposed confirmation. Frustrations rise within her as she also finds your mind to be completely blocked off, keeping her from being able to see exactly what happened, and from hunting down the hussy that dared to mark you.

"Wanda, the moment you found yourself knuckles deep in that other woman, you lost your right to my thoughts, to my body, and more importantly to my heart. So, go find—Susie was it, move on like you clearly want to and I'll work to do the same. This game where you get to perpetrate ungodly actions, then somehow flip it on me later is over. We're over."

Your words sting as they reach her ears, cracking at her heart, and she realizes she’s probably approaching this all the wrong way. Sheer desperation to win you over begins to push through, and she resorts to begging.

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You should've said "No", you should've gone home; You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go.

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"Detka, please I-I'm sorry for everything. You're right, I'm obviously just deflecting, but it's because I can't imagine my world without you in it..."

She won't imagine it.

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You should've known that word 'bout what you did with her'd get back to me.

And I should've been there in the back of your mind, I shouldn't be asking myself, "Why?"

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"You're my soulmate Y/N/N, and somewhere along the way everything just got so messed up, but I refuse to lose you because of a drunken mistake. Nothing was ever your fault, I'm so sorry I ever made you think it was. You're simply perfect detka, and you're all I want..."

All she has…

She dropped to her knees before you as her ramblings persisted, clinging to your legs, as her face leans against your clothed abdomen and her tears seep through.

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You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet... You should've said "No", baby, and you might still have me

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"I'm sorry, I'll spend the rest of my days saying it until you believe me. I love you Y/N, we're supposed to grow old together, to start our family, and I promise we're going to get there." She full on sobs against you, clinging that much tighter to render you nearly immobile.

Tears readily fall at the mention of your previous plans with the witch, and your heart aches as you realize it’s no longer meant to be.

"Wanda, just let it go, you made a choice. You forget that I know you Wands, and no matter how drunk you get, you still always have control over yourself. This love you proclaim for me is false, and it’s been that way for awhile now. You're just not used to losing control, and that's exactly what you'll lose with me.“

"Detka, no... I don't want to control you, I just want to love you. I promise that if you give me another chance we can be the way we once were. I'll do anything, please, don’t you want our dreams to become a reality?”

“I did.. I desperately wanted everything with you, but it was all a sham. You’ve thrived off the hold you had on me, and had you never cheated, I'm sure you'd still have me. Some twisted part of me still loves you Wanda, but most of me just hates you. Promises of my forever are long gone, you broke this—broke me, so please just stop."

Wanda’s patience has run incredibly thin, she’d expected your resolve to have crumbled by now, but you’ve suddenly grown defensive. Immediately she blames Natasha, had the nosy bitch never gotten to you first, then you’d be safely in the witches arms as we speak.

“No! You’re mine Y/N, and I am yours! Together forever is what we promised, and I don’t break my promises.” She shouts, as she now stands before you once more and you can’t help but to scoff at her blatant lies, and her subtle threat.

“But you’re not, and the real problem is you never fucking were Wanda! No matter how much I willed it to be true, you were never mine, even though I always was yours. I also hate to break it to you sweetheart, you promised to never break my heart, but look at us now. There’s no going back to what we once were, you ruined all chances of that.”

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You can see that I've been crying and baby, you know all the right things to say, but do you honestly expect me to believe we could ever be the same?

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You say that the past is the past, you need one chance, it was a moment of weakness and you said, "Yes."

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Wanda suddenly slams you against the wall, and the fire roaring beneath her eyes actually frightens you, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Tell me Wanda, was it worth it?” You ask, feeling rather bold, and you watch as her angry features falter.

“When you were fucking her in our bed, did you feel complete?”

“Stop it…”

“Was she worth all of this mess?”

“Stop it!”

“Did she please you the way I used to?”

“I fucking said stop it!” She shouts, pulling your body off the wall just to brutally slam you back into it with so much force that the wall shakes.

“You know, the way I never will again…” You laugh out, then you find yourself going silent as her magic wraps around you, and now you feel you might’ve gone too far.

Watching her face intently, as every possible emotion one could feel is present on her face. Something suddenly clicks, as a devious smirk takes place upon her features, and her head slightly tilts. Her eyes twinkle with delight as she catches sight of the fear behind your eyes.

Fuck…

“You know, sweetheart, I didn’t want it to go this way, but you’re rather stubborn, and have left me no choice. I tried so hard here, but it is what is it I guess…”

“Wanda, what—…”

Within an instant her lips are on yours, in a rather bruising kiss, full of nothing but lust. Your lips move against your minds wishes, as your internal desire takes over. Having her this close is confusing, and immensely suffocating. Once your mind regains a semblance of control, your lips still, and Wanda simply smirks.

“Goodnight detka…” She darkly chuckles against your lips, as you feel a slight prick in your neck and then your mind almost instantly plunges you into a state of darkness.

Wanda then waves her hands, erasing the footage of the night, and releasing you from her magics hold, then she effortlessly catches your slumped form and flies off into the night.

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You should've said "No", you should've gone home ; you should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go.

I can't resist, before you go, tell me this:

Was it worth it? Was she worth this?

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Cold, that's what you feel as your conscience begins to return to you.

"Oh good, you're finally awake..." Wanda beams, as she floods your vision and takes her place beside you in the bed.

Your body is numb, so all you can do is frantically trace your eyes around the room. The room you’re in is unrecognizable, and you’re honestly not even sure you’re in America anymore judging by the snow that covered the windows.

"You know moya lyubov', you could've just let it all go... But I guess I'm grateful too, because now I have you right where I want you."

"Wanda, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now, no one is here to poison your mind, or to take you away from me. Foolishly trying to leave me, you should’ve known better detka…”

“Where are we?" You shakily question the woman cuddled against your side, the one you find you no longer recognize

"Home." She pointedly replies, causing your blood to run cold, and your heart to practically still in your chest..

You were hers, you just never understood how incredibly definite that was…

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No... no, no, no...

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[ribb6ns]

Dream

pairing: wanda x reader

word count: 1335

warnings: dark!themes, dark!wanda maximoff, lazy ending

summary: what you had originally thought to be dreams turn out to be something way more real.

a/n: kind of unfinished, might write a part two if requested

Screams escaping your throat, you thrashed uselessly against your restraints, tears sliding down your face. Your eyes were red and puffy from the hours of begging and pleading the witch to let you go. Your attempts were futile, and it had done nothing but amuse Wanda more.

You weren't even sure if this was Wanda. This couldn't be. Wanda wasn't like this. She wasn't a monster.

But one look at the witch's satisfied face made you beg to differ. She quirked an eyebrow, before walking over to you purposefully. 

"Quite a fighter, now, aren't we?" she lulled, her Sokovian accent dripping through her words. 

You bit back a sob, trying to stabilize yourself. Panicking wasn't going to get you out of this mess.

"What do you want?" you hissed. 

Wanda tilted her head slightly, taking in your body in front of her, completely at her will to do whatever she pleased with it. "Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly. You shook your head, chuckling sourly at her words.

"Then explain this," you spat, gesturing towards your restraints. Wanda sighed, circling the alter she had placed you on. 

"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I just couldn't resist. I was dying for a preview." 

A smirk tugged at her features as she placed the tips of her fingertips over your face, caressing your cheek gently. "Oh, you have no idea what I've done just to get to you. It took so long just to find a universe where I wasn't here for you," she hummed. "It was all worth it."

She leaned over you, her cerulean eyes boring into yours, mesmerized, before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now, hush, darling, this is nothing more than a mere dream."

"A... this is a - a what - I don't -"

Wanda pressed her lips together, a look of disappointment washing over her features. "Quite disappointing, hm?"

You shook your head, trying desperately to cling onto the bits of information the witch had just told you. You weren't sure which state you were in, but it definitely wasn't a sober one. 

"Aw, don't worry your pretty little head over it," Wanda said gently. "All you have to do is wait."

She sighed once again, glancing at her wrist. "I'll see you soon."

You started thrashing against your restraints again, confusion flooding your mind. "What do you mean?" you yelled. "I - I don't... I don't understand."

Your surroundings started to glitch, and you watched in fear as the stone walls became concrete white, your back suddenly pressing against a soft mattress. Panting, you sat up, and found yourself in your bedroom.

"It was a dream," you whispered to yourself, cradling your head in your knees, tightly wrapping your arms around them. "A dream. It wasn't real. It - oh my god, I'm truly going insane."

You reached for your phone, sending a text to your therapist scheduling an appointment for later today, before rolling out of bed. It was still dark outside, the only source of light coming from your lit up phone screen. 

You dragged yourself over the the bathroom, feeling the tension in the air dissipate as the cold water hit your back, thoughts racing through your mind in a crazed frenzy.

You shook your head, pushing the thoughts aside. You weren't crazy. Your therapist believed every word you said, taking concern in your recurring nightmares.

Calm down, you admonished yourself, squeezing your eyes shut. She'll understand. Your therapist will understand.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It turned out that your therapist, in fact, did not understand.

"You have to believe me," you said, "she's coming after me."

You were well aware of how crazy you sounded, but you needed closure. You needed someone to tell you that you weren't going insane, that it was all real.

"Y/N," Dr. Lee said, a pitiful look on her face, "if you want, I can prescribe you meds. All I can tell you right now, is that all of this is in your head."

You crossed your arms, leaning back on the sofa. "You know, I'd have thought that you'd be more understanding," you snapped.

Dr. Lee looked taken aback. You were acting completely different today, and your usual soft demeanor had almost diminished entirely.

"It's the best I can do. I can see that these... nightmares are affecting you. It's a common trauma response, imagining things that aren't real. But Y/N, we both know that Wanda's dead. She died whilst fighting Thanos."

"Yeah, but what if that's what they want us to think. What if - you know - she's manipulating my mind?" you exclaimed, waving your arms around in exasperation.

Dr. Lee placed a hand on your shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "Look, Wanda's dead. She's not coming back. No matter how hard you try to believe that she's alive and coming for you, she's not."

You groaned, pushing the therapist's hand off you. "Whatever. I'm leaving."

"Y/N, please -"

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door. 

You were going to find out what was going on with you.

But before you could do that, you needed to collect the keys that you had accidentally forgotten in the therapist's office.

"Way to ruin the dramatic exit, Y/N," you mumbled, walking back to the room. "Hey, Dr. Lee, I seemed to have -"

You were caught off guard by the dead body that was laying on the floor. Dr. Lee was crumpled on the tiles, blood seeping out of her head, her eyes rolled back, a gun in her hand. Your breathing quickened, panic rising in your bones. 

A yellow sticky note that had been stuck to the floor next to the therapist caught your attention. You cautiously walked over to it, tears burning at the back of your eyes, trepidation looming over you. On the note, in gorgeous calligraphy, were possibly the most terrifying words you had ever read, written in what seemed to be your therapist's blood.

I'm coming for you <3

You swiftly swiped the note of the floor before crumpling it and tossing it into the bin, your attention still fixed on the dead body on the floor. Plus, it wasn't like the heart that she drew at the end of the note made it any better. 

You grabbed your phone, your fingers jamming against the buttons desperately as you dialed the police. The sound of ringing filled you ears, only managing to contribute to the sudden overload of emotions and noises.

"Hello, 911 speaking?"

You physically relaxed at the sound of the telecommunicator's voice, sighing in relief.

"Hello, yes, this is Y/N. I'm calling to report a dead body," you said. "I - I found my therapist dead. I'm at Sunset Room therapy center. Please, please send help."

Your words were met by static. 

"Hello?" you yelled into your phone, your eyes scanning the room frantically.

More static.

"Please, hello? I - hello?!"

"Yes, ma'am, sorry, there seems to be a disturbance in your -"

The telecommunicator never managed to finish his words, cut off by screaming. 

"Are - are you okay?" you asked.

"Hello, Y/N."

You dropped the phone in shock at the voice. Her.

You instantly bolted towards the door, only to find it jammed shut. You shut your eyes, bile rising to your throat. Your breaths were now ragged and short as you scrambled across the floor.

"It's okay, darling," Wanda cooed. You slowly crawled towards the phone, your hand clasped over your mouth to stop you from screaming. "You'll be safe and sound with me."

"What?"

The words escaped your lips before you could stop them, and you could hear the witch chuckle on the other side.

"Like I said, don't worry about it. I love you, and I'll see you soon."

"What - I - Wanda -"

Before you could get another word in, your phone exploded, bursting into flames. The door swung open, and you ran outside, as far as you could, before sliding down against the wall, tears streaming down your cheeks.

You knew she was coming for you, and you knew that when Wanda truly desires something, she'll stop at nothing to get what she wants.

#wanda maximoff #dark!wanda #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda pov #wanda maximoff pov #dark!wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #multiverse of madness #scarlet witch x reader #gxg #wlw #dark wanda #dark wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #dark!avengers #dark!fic #dark!fanfiction #!dark #dark! #im back lmao #dark!marvel #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers

[innoctemastra]

I mean...I love evil women...

I read a lot of fanfics and now i’m thinking about these two so i made this 

#wanda x nat #wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #multiverse of madness #mommy wanda #lmaooo #marvel #dark wanda #elizabeth olsen

[evildeadscream]

Surprise !

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff (probably more Scarlett Witch) x Fem!Reader

Word count: 666

Warnings: Dark Fic, Blood, Murder, Mommy Kink // otherwise fluff-ish comfort perhaps 18+ minors DNI! 

Summary: You come home early to surprise your wife... lets say things didn’t go as planned.

You should’ve never come home early without telling your wife.  

Wanda had told you numerous of times to call her before leaving work. The reason behind her strict rule had always been a mystery to you but questioning her never crossed your mind. Ever.

She knew what was best for you. Always keeping you safe and sound.  

The plan was to surprise her. Working overtime for the last couple of weeks left absolutely no time for Wanda. It was an absolute nightmare leaving you stressed and drained like never before.  

Body riddled with exhaustion, deep circles under your eyes comparable to those of a decaying corpse you lazily opened the front door to your shared home.

A wave of nausea hit you in an instant. You’ve never smelled something this horrendous. Funky smells from Wanda trying out new things in the kitchen were not at all unusual but this... this was different.

It smelled so foul, so rotten... oh my god

There she was. Back turned towards you, clearly unaware of your presence. Ravishing red hair, alluring body just humming along to the song on the radio but covered from head to toe in still warm, thick blood. A pool of the crimson liquid beneath her seeping into the old wooden floor. Saw in one and head in the other hand gripped tightly by the roots of the hair. Chunks of flesh dangling down like the strips from the lasagna you had for lunch. Gore smeared all over the usually spotless kitchen isle.  

You felt sick almost throwing up right then and there. You needed to leave right now but it was a hopeless fight. Your body and mind clearly not on the same page unable to move in a state of pure shock and anxiety. Feeling your whole body break out in a cold sweat suddenly trembling uncontrollably you’re only able to let out a small whimper-

“Wanda?” you managed to choke out.  

Wanda jerked her head around a look of shock quickly turning into deep concern when she saw you standing in the doorway with tears blurring your vision.  

“Detka what are you doing here?”  

The slightly scolding tone in her soothing voice made you lose it in a matter of seconds. Your brain clearly overwhelmed by everything there is to take in.  

You didn’t even notice you were sobbing until Wanda moved you both over to the sofa, head and saw long forgotten in the kitchen sink, wiping away every tear rolling down your cold, pale cheeks. Softly whispering countless praises while rocking you in her lap supporting you with her strong arms.  

“Shhh you’re safe sweetheart. Mommy's right here.”  

She knew she messed up this time. Making you sad was never her intention of course. That bloody big head belonged to one of your awful neighbors you’d been worried about. Watching you in a rather nasty fashion from across the street these past few days.  

Your wife noticed of course. Her natural attentiveness coming in handy.

“I had to keep you safe princess... you know that” she huffed while stroking through your hair with utmost care only coming to a halt after you were fast asleep in her arms.

#wanda #wanda maximoff #dark wanda #dark wanda maximoff #scarlett witch #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #mommy!wanda #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fluff

[bjoki0esss]

Meant for each other

Dark!Wanda x Reader

A/n: hi so I’m still alive 😀 and I present to you ✨dark Wanda✨ because I’m obsessed >:D

Summary: you ran away from everybody after endgame trying to disappear but your ex comes back to collect you.

Warnings: mention of unhealthy relationship, mind control, violence, angst, bad writing. Proof read ;)

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“You don’t understand y/n! When do i get my happy ending!? When!” The red head shouted, her accent seeping through dangerously as you stepped backwards away from her hitting a wall as you cowered under her glare. Seeing you scared of her only seemed to fuel her anger further. You were scared of her. Just like everybody else. “Wanda i-“ you tried but you were cut off before you could continue “NO! Y/n i lost everything! You were all i had! And then you just go running away from me! I love you y/n!” She moved towards you her eyes flashing a threatening red.

you hadn’t intended to hurt her. You hadn’t intended to run away like you did and it hurt you as well to do what you did. But the relationship you had with Wanda hadn’t been healthy for neither of you. She loved you unconditionally however the feelings hadn’t been reciprocated. You didn’t know when or why you’d stopped loving her. She’d almost been obsessive over you and you’d felt bad for not feeling the same way about her. Deep down you knew what you did was wrong but you were panicking and heartbroken just like her after the blip. After everything with Thanos. You just… disappeared. You’d thought Wanda would just move on… forget about everything. Find someone better. But here she was.

“Wanda I’m not good for you in any way. Im sorry for what i did but you need to find someone better!” You begged tears welling up in your eyes. You had no idea what had gotten into her, she seemed totally unlike the Wanda you once knew.

“Thats not going to happen. We’re meant for each each other. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that again,” she said in a eery tone stepping closer to you. Petrified you stood staring at her trying to find any trace of the Wanda you once knew. The soft bubbly girl that never seemed to have a bad hairday. But you found nothing.

“Wanda you don’t have to do this,” you tried reasoning with her while stepping towards the exit in an attempt of escaping. “Oh you have no idea,” she laughed her eyes turning red as she tilted her head to the side tauntingly as if daring you to take another step. your eyes widened as the same red colored mist formed around your neck. You moved your hands up instinctively trying pry off the red mist that was cutting off your airways as Wanda just laughed at your feeble attempts of freeing yourself. She swiftly flicked her wrists towards the other side of the room and you yelped in pain as you were pulled aggressively towards the wall slamming against the hard wall making you shout out in pain from the impact of the wall. You were pulled up against the wall and thrown hard to the floor causing you let out a pained shout as your legs were crashed down onto the hard wooden floor leaving you unable to move as your legs gave in under your weight. you slumped against the floor onto your stomach groaning as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut not daring to look up at the red head who was staring you down a few feet away from you.

Wanda walked towards you and kicked you onto your back forcing you to look up at her as she kneeled down beside you. “You can’t run from me again малышка. We’re meant to be together. I’ll make sure of it,” she whispered a soft look on her her face. A shiver ran down your spine and you panicly reached down pulling the gun you had strapped to your thigh out having totally given up on trying to talk any sense into the woman. You quickly pointed the gun up at Wandas forehead from you position on the hard floor your breaths uneven and your face contorting into an expression of exhaustion, horror, pain and sadness.

The soft look that occupied her face seconds before totally disappeared and the gun was thrown across the room using her magic her eyes following it intently as it clattered to the floor way out of your reach before looking back at you “you can’t continue doing this. Or I’m gonna have to punish you,” she said in a baby voice leaning forward as you stared horrified at her.

Red mist appeared around your wrist clasping them together and restraining any more movement from you before lifting you into the air and down on the floor again forcing you onto your knees in front of her. You gasped in pain as your legs were pushed down onto the floor since they still hurt from being thrown before. Hearing her laugh at your whimpers you looked up at her.

She send you a sinister smile before moving a hand up to your head and moved her wrists as her eyes lit up in a menacing crimson red. You quickly realized what she was about to do and your eyes widened with panic as you tried to pull away from her but her magic holding you in place “nonononono Wanda you cant do this please-“ you were cut when the red mist extended to your temple your eyes glowing a red that matched her glowing eyes and your breath hitched your eyes flickering uncontrollably around the room as Wanda dug through your mind “shhh relax малышка its ok,” she shushed and released you from the position she had held you in earlier your body instantly relaxing.

You looked up at your wife as the red glow disappeared from your eyes. You felt completely at ease in her company and smiled up at the beautiful red head who returned the warm gesture. It was as if all worries had been removed from you, the only thing that mattered being your beautiful wife who reached a hand down helping you up from the floor.

The whole house had changed all the furniture having been replaced with… 1950s looking furniture? Your smile faltered slightly as you looked around the house confused as to where you were. You didn’t notice Wandas eyes briefly turning red when she noticed your mood changing slightly at the realization. No. This was your home. This was where you belonged. You were going to start a family here with your beautiful wife who you turned to your smile having returned completely.

She instantly leaned in crashing her lips against yours and you quickly reciprocated. Your lips moved in sync as your whole body filled with a warm feeling and you moved your hand up to her hair to entangle your fingers in it, her hands moving down to your hips pulling you flush against her. “Oh I’ve missed this,” she breathed against your lips “darling it’s only been a couple seconds,” you chuckled. In reality you really didn’t remember when you last kissed but you chose to ignore it. Wanda smiled against your lips at the nickname and pulled away so you could sit down on the couch together. “i love you,” you breathed putting your head on your lovers shoulder who placed her hand on your thigh and grabbing your hand. Wanda looked down at your entangled hands smiling “i love you too. We’re meant for each other,”

#wanda maximoff #oneshots #wanda x you #wanda x reader #dark fanfiction #wlw #fem reader #fem x fem #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!wanda x reader #dark!wanda #dark wanda #fanfic #fanfiction #wanda oneshot

[kitmoas]

dipped in ash, comes a bite

Summary: Whenever you doubt your place in the world, Wanda is always around to remind you.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: about 3.2k

Warnings: Dark SW!Wanda, Dark!Westview Wanda, Dark fic (allusions to murder, kidnapping, hostage vibes), Petplay, Magical Mind Control, Strap-on (r-recieving), Knot!!, Slight blood mention, degradation, breeding kink, stomach bulge, slighhhht dub con/noncon cause magic?

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is something that im very normal about and very casual about.

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

The warmth of the soft cotton of your small bed almost lures you back to sleep but you can hear the shower running, muffled humming makes you wiggle around excitedly. You knew exactly who was in the bathroom and they had been gone all morning, you even woke up to chilled sheets. You had dug around the bed, pushing your nose into their pillow, but nothing seemed to make you happy without them there. Rushing over to sit prettily outside the door, you finally take in your surroundings. Everything seems normal, and you let your butt wiggle some as you prepare yourself to attack your favorite purple dinosaur toy, but the moment your teeth clamp down on the stuffie your eyes land on a blood soaked towel. 

Nosing at it curiously, the sticky liquid gets all over your cheek and you swat at the offending wetness helplessly smearing all over your face. You’re rolling around, pawing at your face trying to clean up, when a drop of the blood slips past your lips makes your mind freeze. The metallic taste shocks your system, and for the first time your eyes clear as you sit up properly. Your body and joints cracking as you stand slowly up on your feet for what feels like the first time in weeks. 

You look down at your naked body, flinching at scattered marks all over it, and desperately start looking for something to cover up with. A large hoodie is the first thing you grab and you’re reaching for a pair of leggings when the bathroom door slams open, and a woman steps out. Her eyes are closed as she shuffles out, drying her hair with a fresh towel. You try your hardest to rack your brain as you push yourself farther into the dark corner, hoping the shadows can shield you. The person in front of you seems so familiar, a sense of comfort mixed with a confusing air of fear, but for some reason all of your memories and thoughts of her are fuzzy and blurred. 

Lost in thought you missed the woman in front of you finally looking at you, the anger blazing red in her eyes. The only indication you missed before she rushes forward, hand outreached as she wraps her black tinted fingers around your throat. Her voice is sharp, filled with an accent that you cannot quite place, as she slams you against the wall. “What are you doing standing? You know this is forbidden.” Her open hand grips the hoodie you had slipped on, pulling on it hard enough for the seams to begin to tear. 

Her eyes are burning into you making your brain swirl, and your breathing becomes labored under her intense gaze. Your mouth falls open, struggling to find any words to say which makes the woman smirk. “Come on little puppy, you know you want to be my good dog.” The words are spoken slowly, heavy with the foreign accent, making your body break out in goosebumps and your mind blurs as you struggle to understand the reaction you’re having. 

You can’t help but let your eyes slip closed, trying to get your vision to focus, but that’s your biggest mistake as the woman in front of you takes the opportunity to let the mists of magic slowly make its way into your brain. Memories begin flooding your mind, static filled as though you are watching them on an old television, but you see your life with this woman. Wanda. Her smile and her hands on you. Wanda. Her scent and her voice, singing to you as you play with a ball. Wanda. Playing catch and belly rubs. Wanda. Curling around her legs while she works and her hand feeding you during dinner. Wanda. Rolling around in your favorite donut bed and spending hours digging in the garden. Wanda. The weight of your collar and the jingle of your name tag. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda. Wanda. 

The clicking of metal and warm leather wrapping around your neck makes your eyes snap open. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, your brain is yelling at you to speak but you can’t. It’s like your vocal chords have forgotten what words were, and your brain was entirely too fuzzy to try and fight it too much. Wanda raises her hand, making you flinch and cower backwards, but all she does is pet your head soothingly. 

You’re leaning your entire body weight into her now, like you’re on autopilot, and before you know it you’re on the ground on your back stripped of the hoodie. She’s cooing over you, rubbing your belly. “There’s my good puppy!” The praise makes you warm inside and even though she scares you still, the grin she’s giving you as you squirm around makes your mind all foggy and tingly. 

She’s smiling softly at you, pulling you up to lean against her torso. The potent smell of cherries fills your senses as you wiggle around, trying to get comfortable against her as she lets her arms wrap around you. Your head lulls against her shoulder as her smooth hands cup your breasts, pinching at your exposed nipples. It’s all so gentle, but something keeps you from falling into the darkness like she wants. 

Her hand slips between your thighs and slides through the wet folds she finds there, lazy circles around the spot your body wants most. She’s playing with you, leaving you panting and whining for her as your thoughts begin to blur and the temptation of her touch overtakes everything. Your tongue flops out of your mouth as you breath heavily, warmth seeping into your stomach. Laced with fear and arousal your movements are tense and desperate as you fight against your instincts, but as the ginger’s fingertips dip into you nothing else matters. 

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You try your hardest to focus on the ground, letting muscle memory take over as you trot along with Wanda. Unsure how your body can handle your bare knees and hands, you try to look at your palms each time you lift them. It makes someone near you cackle and drags you out of your own world, whipping your head to look at them. The holder of your leash laughs goodheartedly along with them, “Oh you know dogs, so fascinated with the strangest of things! Clueless little creatures they are!” 

Cocking your head up to glare at the woman tugging at you to move, the sun shines brightly in your eyes so it just comes off as a squint. How dare she say you’re clueless! Planting your hands firmly against the edge of the sidewalk, you jerk yourself back. A growl rumbles up your throat as you bare your teeth, but it doesn’t seem to even deter Wanda. The woman just chuckles down at you before snapping her fingers at you.  

Scarlet phosphenes fill your vision and you find yourself robotically resuming your trot at the ginger’s heel. You start pulling towards a flower, bright yellow and flowing in the wind, and she lets you nose at it for a while. You’re going to chomp it when you’re yanked back, choking you slightly. Spinning to scowl at Wanda, you’re taken back when you see her in a conversation with a brunette. “Well Ags, why don’t we head back to my house since this little pup seems to be wanting to get into trouble?” 

You perk up at this, maybe you’ll be able to find your voice while there are less distractions. Maybe you can get at least one neighbor to see the issue, to see the fear in your mind. All you needed to do was make sure Wanda was distracted enough at one point to get some alone time with this neighbor.  -------------------------------------------------------------------

Exhaustion had taken over your body, head full of thoughts as the action of the day started wearing off. Even though you felt tired, your mind couldn’t stop racing. Spending time with Wanda was fun, being busy made it easy to forget what she was forcing you to do but when all of it was over with those thoughts came back. You can’t remember your life before Wanda, nor can you remember what you were. Human or pet, your identity seemed to be wiped even from the people around town. 

You had a gut feeling about Wanda, something was off. Why did no one question your state of being? How did her neighbor Agnes not find it weird when Wanda sent you to your donut bed? Why was Wanda so insistent on being so strict in how others interacted with you? 

Confusion was written across your face as you lay curled up at the foot of Wanda’s bed. She had let you crawl up some steps to lounge while she went and got movie snacks. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear her come into the room. She had set down the bowl of snacks and slipped onto the bed, letting her nails scratch up along your thighs. 

She shushes you as you flinch, surprising yourself at your first instinct to snap your teeth in the direction of her hand. “My pretty puppy is thinking too much. Your tiny little brain is going to hurt if you keep having such big thoughts, little mutt.” Her free hand comes up to your forehead, brushing her knuckles softly against it. Her smile is soft, eyes twinkling as she watches you. Something about her is still off, but your body is reacting on its own. 

Your jaw is slack as you nuzzle into her ink stained fingers, tongue flopping out a bit as your muscles start to relax in her presence. You want to answer her, deny her and insist that you’re smart but more crimson sparkles fill your vision and you let out a resounding yip. The emerald eyes shine at the noise, her nose scrunching as she continues to fawn over you. She’s whispering, a language you can’t even begin to understand, but it makes you squirm as you listen to her raspy tone. You can feel yourself leaking onto the sheets, and you whine quietly the longer she speaks at you. 

Finally the hand on your thigh slides higher, brushing gently against your exposed pussy. “My perfect little pup you were so good all day, and I know you enjoyed it. Your cunt has been glistening all day, showing everyone just how much of a bitch in heat you are for me.” Her voice is quiet, calm, a complete contrast as she roughly rubs at your clit. Playing with the hardened nub sloppily, she stares at how slick you become with each swipe. 

A noise, strangled and rough, tumbles from your lips as your hips wiggle away from the pressure; almost too much to bear. The hand that was trailing along your face moves quickly, aggressively gripping at your jaw—a loud snap as your teeth clash together. The pain makes you freeze, forcing you still as Wanda smiles down at you. Her eyes are bright, a scarily calm look across her face as she watches you struggle to adjust to the overwhelming feeling. “Oh my adorable little mutt, you can’t run from this.” 

Her fingers drag the wetness across your slit, dipping the tips of her fingers into you. The more you struggle against her, the more she pushes against your jaw. “Look at you, dripping and just so puffy.” Her fingers poke at you, teasing, as she speaks to you. Finally sliding into you, you clench around her. “Practically sucking me in like a whore looking to be bred. So tight and it’s just two of my fingers.” Barely moving, she spreads her fingers inside you stretching you even more. 

Wanda moves slowly, hand thrusting just enough to keep you needy and soft. It isn’t enough to shove you towards the edge, but enough to make you mewl–pathetic and helpless as your legs shake. The ginger is looking down at you, rubbing your stomach as she preps your body. “Such a good mutt, always taking whatever I give you so well. Your body knows who owns you and soon your mind will remember too.” 

She stands, quick and suddenly, yanking her soaked digits from you. Ignoring your growls and pathetic whimpers, she walks out of your line of sight for only a second. When she slips back into the room, you can’t help the excited yips as you unsteadily try to get up on the bed. You’re wiggling as she climbs back onto the bed, hand landing on your hip to try and control the excited movement. 

In your enthusiastic twisting, you back up directly onto the bulging strap that made you drool the moment she returned. You had no recollection of why you were so thrilled about seeing the muted red attached to the ginger, but you knew that you were in for something good. Grinding back as the smooth silicone rubs against you, you selfishly try to take whatever you can before she can stop you. Wanda doesn’t seem annoyed, a low chuckle escapes as she watches you. “Just Mommy’s little pup in heat” Her voice is muffled as she trails you finger down your spine. 

When her soft hand reaches the curve of your ass she stops you, shushing you when you wail out in anguish. The tip of her cock pushes at your entrance, slipping in the wetness as she ruts into you. The pain starts out subtle as you stretch to take her but as she reaches down to rub at you clit, fingertips gently rolling it, you open up for her. 

She doesn’t wait for you to get comfortable, for the stinging pain to subside, as she forces the rest of her cock into you. The tip by itself felt like it was tearing you but the pained howl that scratches up your throat is a clear indicator of the severe agony. “You sound so pretty when you hurt for me, mutt.” Wanda’s eyes are stuck to how your wetness mixes with the drops of blood, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she tries to stop herself from pushing you too far. 

You can’t feel your bones as you collapse onto the bed, the only thing keeping your backside up is the witch’s grip on you. Tears are soaking the pillow that your face fell into, the wet fabric dragging against your cheeks as she thrusts unrelentlessly into you. You want to scream, but you can’t help but love the feeling as she just uses you. It’s almost as though you aren’t even a living being. 

Your thighs start shaking, the weight of Wanda hunched over you in a brutal race to push you over the edge. “Such a tight little cunt, so close to cumming but you can’t cum yet mutt. Not until you know my surprise for you.” You can’t pull your face out of the pillow, and it’s making it difficult to breathe but you feel the distinct vibrations of her red wisps along your thighs. 

The streams of magic slip into you, matching the thrusts of Wanda and settle right against that soft spot in you. Squishing as it grows into a ball, rounding out as it continues to expand inside of you. Her hand tangles in your collar, jerking your face out of the soaked pillow–giving you a gulp of fresh air that stings your lungs. 

Barely having time to settle on your elbows, hoping you can stay up, you paw pathetically at the sheets as you try to squirm away from the almost painful knot growing inside you. “Look down pup…” Her voice cuts off as she moans, filthy and pornagraphic, catching sight of the bulge prominent along your lower belly. 

You’re pathetically moaning, a garbled mess of noises just tumbling from your throat. Your body finally caved to the witch’s actions and your mind entirely too foggy to fight anymore. “Mommy is going to breed you like the stupid bitch you are, and you’ll never have to worry about anything else again. So full of my cum that your pathetic brain won’t ever think about disobeying me.” 

Unable to speak you just claw the soft sheets, nails scratching against the fabric as your pussy drips around the cock and magic. Wanda is no longer moving but the wispy knot is vibrating against the perfect spot inside you, making you incoherently wail. It’s the warm cum spilling into you that makes your vision go red, a static glitching ruby that blinds you as your orgasm surges through your body. 

Even as you shake, your legs giving out as your back paws try to kick out trying to escape the overwhelming feeling that continues to grow inside you. The witch doesn’t care, the knot inside you growing until the bulge is quite prominent and it’s almost as if you can see the shiny red leaking through your skin. Panicked yips fill the air as it begins to feel like you would explode if she didn’t stop. Wanda doesn’t stop though, snickering at your flailing. The weak struggle does nothing to deter her, letting the heavy weight of her knot settle in you. 

Whining pathetically you can’t even fight the ginger as she pulls out of you, though you immediately feel a devastating amount of emptiness as her knot disappears as well. Her giggle, as she watches her scarlet tinted cum slowly leak out of you, breaking up the sounds of you panting as you attempt to calm down. Heartbeat slamming against your ribcage as you dig your face under the pillow in front of you, the lights around you entirely too strong as all of your senses are overloaded. When the sheets below you suddenly become dry and soft, you plop your head out from hiding to curiously nose at the fresh scent. Squinting as you rub yourself in an attempt to make it seem more comfy, more homelike, a low growl tumbles from your throat when you realize that Wanda is no longer on the bed. Bleary eyes follow her as she moves around the room cleaning and humming as she goes, your body flopping miserably where she left you. 

When she mentions a bath, you don’t even question the weak snarl that comes from your bared teeth. You’re far too exhausted to be made clean, and the closer she gets to you the more you dread the soapy water getting in your eyes and ears. “Pup, you have to get a bath. Mommy made you all stinky and dirty. Don’t you wanna be my clean pet?” Her hand is reaching out, scratching behind your ear cautiously as a noise rumbles in the back of your throat; almost like you aren’t quite sure how you feel. 

Teeth snapping at her retreating ash dipped fingers should piss off the scarlet witch, but she can’t help but happily head to the bathroom. Her special cum worked, now all she needs to do is make sure no other agent’s blood makes its way into the home. This entire day has been exhausting and all because of a stupid rag. If only everyone else could see what a good dog you were. 

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Masterlist

 Heya! This is a masterlist that is going to be updated anytime I post something. If you’d like, feel free to comment, reblog or like so that other people might see this work. Thank you. <3

Please do remember that all these works are 18+ and contains very dark themes: specific warnings will be given in every single fiction, but please be very careful. None of these characters belong to me. 

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Steve Rogers

Living nightmare. 

Summary:  You were a normal person, with a great job opportunity at Stark Tower. Suddenly everything changed.

No Way Out (serie). 

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.

Can’t run, can’t hide. 

Summary: you try to get away from Steve, but things don't go as you expected.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier. 

You can’t say no. 

Summary:  you work in the Stark Tower and you enjoy your routine, until someone comes up and you catch their attention. Avoiding him won’t be enough.

Curiosity (dark! Bucky serie). 

Summary:  you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too.

Behave (+ Dark! Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.

Wanda Maximoff

Already mine.

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.

I did it for love. 

Summary: you worked in a little shop, making cupcakes and coffee every day. Soon you meet your new client, but you don’t know what awaits you.

But I love you so. 

Summary: Wanda is slowly killing you and she realized it when it was already too late. 

I’m your home now. 

Summary:  Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting.

Peter Parker.

Tell me pretty lies. 

Summary:  you want to leave Peter and start again. Too bad for you, he has other plans. 

Your place. 

Summary: leaving Peter is never an option. 

My Angel. 

Summary:  you always help everyone, and it seems Peter is kinda tired of it. (request)

Please, stay. 

Summary:  Peter thinks you are perfect for him, and when begging you is not enough, violence remains the only option.

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow). 

Hush Little Girl.

Summary:  you felt like someone was following you and you should’ve listened to yourself.

Project. 

Summary: Natasha is tired of your life with your partner, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

Behave (+ Dark! Bucky Barnes).

Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.. 

Yelena Belova. 

Some company. 

Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind. 

Drabbles (marvel)

#dark marvel #dark peter parker #dark wanda maximoff #dark steve rogers #dark avengers #dark thor #dark loki #dark natasha romanoff #dark yelena belova #dark clint #dark tony stark #dark steve x reader #dark stucky #dark bucky barnes #dark winter soldier #dark wanda x reader #dark bucky x reader #dark peter #dark wanda #dark natasha #dark serie #dark fiction #dark thor x reader #dark loki x reader

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#marvel comics #invisible woman #sue storm #polaris #malice #lorna dane #psylocke #betsy braddock #lady mandarin #fantastic four #avengers #xmen #x men #scarlet witch #Wanda maximoff #evil Wanda #dark wanda #dark phoenix #jean grey #phoenix

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Powerless

Warnings: Dark!Wanda; College au; shy/semi-innocent!femr; spitting; choking; strap-on use; semi-public sex; using; slight exhibitionism; dom!wanda; pet names;

“Come on, y/n, it will be fun!”  Peter pleaded with you, shoving a flyer into your hand.  You stared at the crumpled paper, eyeing the information.  “You love the river!”  He wasn’t wrong.  Peter was one of your best friends.  MJ and Ned the other two, and he desperately wanted to have the real college experience.  His eyes lit up like it was Christmas and you laughed, nodding your head.

“Fine.  I’ll go.”  You grumbled begrudgingly, but smiled nonetheless.  Finals were approaching, and you had been studying nonstop for weeks.  It would be good to take a break.  Or so you told yourself. 

“Yeah?  That’s great!  Thanks, y/n.  MJ will be so happy!”  Peter continued talking while you tuned him out effectively, already wondering how much this party would put you behind in your rigorous study schedule.  You shook your head physically, snapping yourself out of it.  College was not only about learning.  It was about fun too, right?  It was about foundational life experiences.  It was about…  “Y/n?”  Peter was looking at you with a look of concern now, and you realized that you didn’t’ know how long you had been zoned out.

“I’m fine,” you laughed, shoving Peter’s shoulder playfully.  He smirked.

“You need to get laid, y/l/n.”  He teased but blushed immediately at the implication.  Your blush mirrored his.

“No kidding, Parker.” 

…

You had been at the party for less than half an hour, and it already felt like too long.  You had come with Peter and MJ, were already socially awkward and kind of felt like a third wheel.  And for some reason, you had caught the most popular girl in your class staring at you repeatedly.  Wanda Maximoff.  She was sitting across the bonfire from you, legs crossed, her jeans hugging her legs, hoodie tied around her waist, feet bare.  And every time you looked across the fire, she was watching you. 

When Peter and MJ started arguing about something to do with physics, you excused yourself from the log you were all sharing, intending to get another drink.  You made your way to the coolers, crouching down to fish through the quickly-melting ice for a beer that wasn’t too offensive, wishing for whiskey instead.  All of a sudden, you were aware of a presence behind you, legs against your back, an airy chuckle coming from above and behind you.  You tried to spin in place to see who it was but a hand rested softly but firmly on your shoulder, keeping you from moving. 

“That’s a good height for you, cutie.”  The voice from behind you was like crushed velvet rubbed the right way, and you couldn’t’ help the shivers that ripped through your body.  Shivers that elicited another laugh.  The laugh itself was angelic.  The underlying threat was not.  The hand on your shoulder moved to the back of your head, keeping your eyes forward as you began to feel a rocking movement behind you.  Wanda was moving, and the slight sounds that were coming from her mouth were nothing short of pornographic. 

“What are you…”

“Shhh…”  Suddenly Wanda’s thumb was rubbing against your lips, and you opened them instinctively.  She slid her thumb easily inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, encouraging you to suck.  You obeyed without question.  She pushed her hips against the back of your head, and you didn’t have time to wonder about the hard object that was suddenly pressed against your skull.  “Fuck, you feel good.” 

“I…”  your statement was cut off when her thumb slid into your mouth further.  Wanda began rocking her hips against you even harder, her other hand fisting your hair as she panted above you.  You felt the ache in your core explode, an undeniable damp spot growing in your panties and your jeans, but her movements suddenly stopped.  You whined, making the woman behind you chuckle. 

“Such a needy thing, aren’t you?”  Her hands withdrew suddenly and you spun in place in time to see her sliding her thumb into her mouth, sucking your saliva off of it.  Fuck.  You got to your feet, willing your knees not to buckle.  You were mostly successful.  Wanda moved forward, backing you into the table of cups and ice and punch.  You felt an unmistakable bulge against the crotch of your skirt as she pressed against you, her lips ghosting across your cheeks, avoiding your mouth entirely.  Her cool fingers slid under the hem of your shirt, nails scratching across your stomach as you gasped at the sensation.  She guided your hips to line up with hers as she pushed you back against the flimsy table, her hips rolling against yours, slight whines emanating from her.

“I just…” you stuttered over the words, and Wanda’s smirk made you blush instantly.

“Just what, pretty girl?  Hm?”  She grabbed your chin, tilting your face up as she stared into your eyes.  You tried to maintain eye contact, but she didn’t make it easy, her green eyes piercing seemingly into your soul.  Her thumb traced over your lips again and she tugged your bottom lip down, watching it snap back into place with a cocky smirk dripping from hers.  “Open.”  You blinked up at her stupidly.

“Excuse me?”  Wanda’s thumb tugged your lip down insistently again. 

“Open.  Your.  Mouth.”  Wanda punctuated each syllable, repeating herself slowly while rolling her eyes. 

“Why?”  The question was barely out of your mouth before Wanda’s hand was on your face again, squeezing your cheeks hard, forcing your jaw open.

“Oh, pretty girl, this is going to go so much easier for you if you just do what I say.”  Wanda spit into your mouth that she was holding open before releasing your cheeks, pushing your jaw shut.  You swallowed instinctively.  “Good girl.”  You blushed at the braise and then mentally kicked yourself when Wanda noticed immediately, the condescending smile returning to her face.  She backed away from you and you spun towards the table immediately just to break free from her intense gaze.  Your shaky hands filled a cup with ice, not even fully processing what you were doing.  She watched you.  “You gonna pour a beer in there, or…”  her laugh cut off the rest of the question, and you were fed up with her teasing.  Maybe.  You slammed the plastic cup down on the table, turning to face her only to realize she was suddenly right there in front of you, very little room between you.

“What do…can I…”  you cleared your throat, cursing yourself for blushing again before you shook your head and started over.  “Is there something I can do for you?”  Your eyes followed Wanda’s tongue as it licked across her lips painfully slowly.  Your body tensed as she moved forward even more, her index finger tracing a line down the center of your chest. 

“I think it’s more something I can do for you, pretty girl.”  You furiously recognized that the anger you wanted to feel was quickly being replaced with something else instead.  Something not at all angry and certainly didn’t involve telling the hot woman in front of you to get lost.  You clenched your jaw and summoned every ounce of courage you had left.

“Yeah?  What’s that?” You clutched your glass of ice so hard it cracked, ice spilling loudly onto the table and the ground.  Wanda’s green eyes were twinkling and hypnotizing.  You were almost sad when she backed a few paces away from you, her hands moving to the back pockets of her jeans.

“You’re here with Peter and MJ, right?”  you blinked at the sudden change of direction in conversation, trying to keep up.

“Yes.  And?”  You smirked at the semi-surprised look on Wanda’s face at the pure audacity that you had to talk back to her. 

“Are you with them?”  Her voice was light and playful, but you caught something else underneath.  Curiosity.  More than curiosity. 

“I think we’ve established I came with them, yes.”  You smirked again as Wanda clenched her jaw.  She was clearly not used to being spoken to in this manner. 

“That’s not what I asked, y/n.”  She looked you up and down as if she were measuring you and you tugged you your skirt self-consciously as her gaze moved lower. 

“W…with them?”  You asked, still uncertain of what she was hinting at.  Wanda rolled her eyes, snatching the broken plastic cup from your hand and slamming it onto the table beside you.  You jumped.

“Don’t play with me, y/n.”  Wanda warned.  You shook your head, genuinely confused.  “Are you with them?  In a relationship?”  Her clarification didn’t help matters as your mouth opened and shut several times, trying to fathom what she was asking you.

“What?  No.  No!”  The more you thought about the suggestion, the more you didn’t want to anymore.  The smirk returned to Wanda’s face. 

“Yeah?  You single?”  Wanda’s fingers returned to your waist as she pushed you back towards the table again.  You glanced wildly over her shoulder.  No one was paying attention to what was happening over here.  How was it possible that no one at a river beach party needed a drink for this long? 

“Yeah.  Yes.”  You blushed again, and you took a deep breath trying to regulate your heartbeat back down to something more healthy or manageable. 

“You’re so pretty…so much fun to play with.”  It wasn’t a question and you don’t know why you felt the need to respond.

“Are you going to play with me?”  It was barely a whisper, and you semi-regretted it as soon as you said it, but here you were.  Wanda raised a single eyebrow.

“Do you want me to, дорогой?”  Her lips were inches from yours now.  If you leaned forward just a little.

“I…”

“You can say no, y/n, and it stops right now.”  Wanda moved forward and your entire body tingled at the feeling of her lips on your ear.  “But I can take care of you, y/n.” 

“You’ll take care of me?”  You felt like your heart was actively beating out of your chest now, her breasts pressing lightly against yours, the tip of her tongue tracing the shell of your ear now.  Wanda pulled back from you slightly, and you were embarrassed at the whine that you made.

“I’ll take care of you.”  She held her hand out to you expectantly.  “Follow me.”  You took a deep breath.  Fuck it.  You placed your hand in Wanda’s and her smile was predatory.  “Good girl.”  She tugged your hand suddenly and you followed in her wake.  She led you down a path in the woods, close to the water but away from the crowd.  You could still hear particularly loud conversations, the breaks for laughter, particularly loud crackles of the fire, the constant sound of the flowing water.  She stopped suddenly, walking you backwards into one of the tall, sturdy oaks.  Her lips found yours for the first time and your parted automatically.  Her tongue was velvety soft but insistent, sliding into your mouth easily as her hands wrapped around your waist under your tshirt.  You shivered at the contact and your body ignited when she pressed against you fully.

“Please…” you whined when she left your mouth to focus on your ear and neck again.  You ached when she pulled away from you, her hands now the only part of her touching you.

“Please what, дорогой?”  Wanda whispered, her nails scraping against your sides. 

“Take care of me.”  Your voice was barely a whine now, and Wanda chuckled, her teeth lightly grazing your neck, licking her way down your shoulder. 

“I will, pretty girl.”  Wanda mumbled against your skin, kissing as far down as the neck of your shirt would allow.  You shivered again when you felt her nails on your thigh, teasing the bottom hem of your skirt.  “Are you needy already дорогой?  I bet you’re wet for me already, aren’t you?”  One of her hands went up your shirt, tracing over the fabric of your bra before squeezing your breast lightly, distracting you from her other hand which was moving regularly upward.  Her fingers found your panties finally, tracing delicately over the undeniable wet spot.  Your hips were moving outside of your conscious control at the simple contact.  “So naughty.”  Wanda clucked her tongue at you and you flushed immediately, enjoying the praise but embarrassed by it at the same time.  “You need to be wetter than that for me, дорогой.  Lets see what I can do about that.” 

Your heart leapt into your throat as you watched the brunette lower herself to her knees in front of you, kissing over your stomach lightly before grinning up at you.  You watched her tongue slide over your inner thighs before she ducked under your skirt, obscuring your view.  It was a surprise when you finally felt her mouth on you through your underwear.  She sucked lightly on the fabric, her lips barely grazing over the skin underneath and you could already feel your legs shaking.  Her hand joined her mouth, moving your underwear enough to give her access, finally. 

Your legs almost gave out entirely when she started kitten-licking your clit.  Every time you tried to move your hips for more contact, she’d pull away leaving only the tip of her tongue in contact with your clit, leaving you aching for more. 

“Fuck!” It was a gasp crossed with a whine, and when Wanda’s chuckle vibrated through your pussy, you almost lost it.  Already.  Your hands tried to reach for her head under your skirt, tugging the material up finally to see her green eyes locked on you.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” she mumbled against you and you squirmed when two slender fingers slid inside of you easily.  She moved steadily, not increasing her tempo as your hips rocked against her mouth as much as she allowed.  Her other hand guided your hip as she slowly rocked into you.

“Fuck, I’m…” you couldn’t finish your sentence or anything else that required thinking as Wanda slowly pushed all the way into you as you came on her fingers.  She pulled back from you, wiping her mouth with her other hand, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Now you’re ready for me.”  She stood slowly, pausing to lift your shirt, sucking lightly on your nipples through your bra, smirking as they hardened automatically in her mouth.  “Open, baby.”  This time you didn’t hesitate, knowing what she expected.  You opened your mouth and she slid her fingers, soaked in your cum, into your mouth.  “Clean those off for me, pretty girl.”  You sucked obediently and Wanda’s eyes darkened as she watched you.  “Fuck, the mouth on you, дорогой.”  You blushed as you stared up at her.  Her other hand cupped your cheek.  When she was satisfied that they were clean, she removed them from your mouth before kissing you hard, sucking the air out of your lungs.  The moan that left your mouth when she sucked lightly on your tongue left you reeling. 

Wanda walked backwards away from you, winking at you and gesturing to follow.  She slid down against a tree while unfastening her pants and you stared at the size of her strap.  “Don’t worry, baby, you can take it.”  You walked towards her, not sharing her optimism but willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.  Wanda nipped at your thighs when you stood in front of her slowly, but you were surprised when she turned you around, facing away from her before tugging you down onto your knees.  “Watch your friends, baby.”  She growled as she tugged you roughly down onto her lap.  Your underwear had gone back to its former position after moving and you could feel the strap rubbing against you already.  The feeling intensified when Wanda began rocking her hips, getting you used to the feel of her.  Before you knew what you were doing, you were rocking back against her, desperate for more friction. 

“Such a needy thing,” Wanda cooed, spreading her legs further apart, lifting your skirt over your hips and tugging down your underwear finally before grabbing your hips and pulling you back towards her.  You gasped when you made contact with her lap.  “Already dripping for me, baby.”  You tensed without meaning to as Wanda began guiding the head of the strap up and down your slit, coating it thoroughly.  “Relax for me baby, I’ve got you.”  Wanda slid the tip in, holding your hips steady for a minute, shushing you.  You jumped when she reached around, flicking your clit with her finger, forcing the toy further in.  Everything felt like it was on fire, but you couldn’t get enough and you whined loudly, rocking your hips.  Then she tugged you backwards, her hips rocking up into you at the same time and you moaned loud enough that it was possible someone could hear.

Your movements stopped immediately when you heard the sound of a twig snapping in the woods too close for comfort.  You both caught snippets of conversation.

“see her…”

“back home…”

It was Peter and MJ, and they were looking for you.  The chuckle behind you made you shiver. 

“Be a good girl and be quiet for me, hm?”  Wanda began rocking her hips again, moving in and out of you slowly, giving you time to adjust.  You gasped when she found just the right spot, and her nails dug into your skin as she repeatedly drove into you.  Your palms dug into the dirt when Wanda’s fingers found your clit again, rubbing in quick circles. 

“I…” you whispered urgently.

“I’ve got you, baby, cum for me.”  Her finger rubbed over your clit in just the right way, sending you into a shaking orgasm, your knees nearly giving out entirely.  Your eyes were still blurry when you registered that Wanda’s hands were on you, tugging you into her lap, minus the strap now.  “Did so good for me, дорогой,” she mumbled before her lips were on yours again.  She guided your hips on top of her again but after a few moments of a frantic make out, her fingers were tangled in your hair and her other hand was pressing your shoulder down.  “You made a mess, pretty girl.  Clean it up.”  Wanda spread her legs as she pushed you down her body, too impatient to allow you to pause at her tits, although they were delicious.

Your first licks were tentative and Wanda groaned, pushing your face into her pussy further.  “Don’t tease me, y/n,” she warned.  Emboldened both by her demand as well as the way her hips were already rutting against your mouth and how wet she was you increased the pace and pressure.  Truthfully, you didn’t have to do much more than hold on for the ride as she rode your tongue, chasing her high.  It didn’t take her very long.  “Y/n, fuck!”  You caught the sight of her eyes rolling back in her head as she crashed into her orgasm suddenly.  You froze when you heard the slight sound of giggling from the woods behind you.  Wanda, on the other hand, couldn’t care less as she whined, riding out her high.  You nuzzled into her thigh for a moment before she tugged you up, playing with your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead. 

“So, y/n.  Do you think you want to come to my place after the party?”  Wanda chuckled as you began nodding your head before she could finish the question.

“Fuck yes.”  You’d text Peter and MJ later.  There was no way in hell you were passing up an opportunity like this.  They’d understand.

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