#possessive Wanda

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: your insane, psychotic best friend Wanda wants you all to herself after you go on a date with another girl. smut ensues ♡

content warnings: oh god where to start. get some holy water and read this in private ya’ll. jealousy, possessiveness, stalking, obsession, marking, choking, murder, knife play, blood kink, mask kink if you squint, restraints, sadism, masochism, pain kink, cunnilingus, foreign object kink, throat fucking with a knife, scissoring, degradation, wanda is INSANE you guys

word count: 5.2k+

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Only Yours

The chill of the night wraps around you, and you bite your lips to hide a smile as you fumble with your apartment key. With the help of a dim street light, you manage to find it, slipping it into the doorknob with trembling fingers as a sharp gust of wind makes it through your coat and settles deep in your bones. Still, it's not enough to dull the warmth of the successful date you’d been on all evening.

You’d had a lovely night, the two of you walking around a pumpkin patch as you talked for hours. By the end of it, you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until your feet had started throbbing from walking around mindlessly. The slowly reddening skin of your cheek still tingles from where she’d kissed you, and you catch yourself smiling as you remember how shy she’d gotten right afterward. With the promise of a second date, you’d left after checking your phone to see several missed messages and calls from your best friend. 

Worried that something was wrong, you’d left a bit earlier than you wanted, turning down your date’s offer to return to her apartment and watch a movie in favor of checking up on your best friend. 

Your hand slips as you get lost in thought, turning the doorknob, and you frown slightly. You hadn’t turned your key yet, which meant that your front door was unlocked. Shrugging it off, and still riding the high of your successful date, you look around to ensure that nobody is behind you before slipping inside the dark entryway of your apartment. 

Numb fingers scramble for the light switch, and you blink in confusion when the hallway remains dark after you flip the switch a few times. Sighing, you bend down, undoing the laces of your boots and making a mental note to pay your electricity bill in the morning. 

Maybe you should schedule a doctor's appointment as well, seeing as you’d now forgotten to pay your bill (which never happened, you always remembered), and you’d somehow left your apartment unlocked the whole evening. 

Your footsteps are soft as you make your way towards your bedroom, your eyes locked on your phone as you pull up your texts. As much as you loved your best friend, Wanda could be a little possessive at times. The evidence of this was clear as you scrolled up a few times to reach her first message, which coincidentally started as soon as your date had begun. 

Rubbing slightly at your bleary eyes, you attempt to read the messages as you start thinking of ways to make it up to her. She really hated being ignored. Moving to stand in front of your window, you scroll and scroll, trying to comprehend each text. 

It seemed as though Wanda had lost patience, each text more frustrated and desperate than the last. Scrolling to the end, skimming the texts that documented her slow descent into a possessive rage, your eyebrows rose at the final message that had pinged through. 

‘Mark my words, you’ll never see her again.’

You scoff, having done this dance with her multiple times before. You’d go on a date, and she’d get jealous that your attention was focused elsewhere, even if only for a few hours. Then, you’d dedicate the entire next day to her, doing whatever activity she wanted until she was no longer upset with you. 

This time felt different, and as you look at the timestamp on the last message, you realize why. She’d sent that last message around forty-five minutes ago, which was when your date ended. You’d stopped by the store to buy her favorite drink, as part of your apology that you’d planned out, but your date had only been a ten-minute drive from your apartment. 

Wanda had never gone this long without texting you during one of your dates, and you bring up her contact before pressing the phone icon under her contact photo. Holding your phone close to your face, you put it on speaker while crossing your arms, peering out into the street as you search for her familiar red car. You don’t see it, and you frown down at your screen when your call goes straight to voicemail. 

Something was wrong. 

You feel something shift, the air around you moving slightly as you raise your head. Looking at your reflection through the glass of your window, you barely have enough time to register a figure in a ghostface mask behind you before strong arms wrap around you. 

The phone clutched in your hand drops to the floor as you struggle briefly, the scent of blood filling your nostrils as you’re dragged towards the bed. A cold sensation presses itself against your neck, and you freeze in fear at the sight of a knife in the reflection of the window. 

The sound of heavy breathing reaches your ear, and you can hear the stranger’s breath shake slightly as they pin you to the bed. You’ve given up fighting, terrified when the knife at your throat pricks your sensitive skin slightly and causes a dribble of blood to travel down the column of your throat and into the hem of your dress shirt. 

Rough hands tighten a pair of handcuffs around your wrists, your hips thoroughly restrained by the figure’s strong thighs as they use some rope to secure the handcuffs to your headboard. You’ve never regretted buying a headboard with bars more than you do at this moment. You can feel your throat closing up in fear, your heartbeat strong and fast, threatening to send you spiraling straight into a panic attack. 

As the ghostface figure sits back up, their gloved hands dragging slowly down your shaking arms, you catch a whiff of a familiar scent. The air becomes charged, vanilla hitting your nostrils as you breathe deeply against the knife pressed to your throat.

“I only know one person who wears vanilla perfume.” You manage to get out, your eyes boring into the eyes of the ghostface mask. The figure tilts its head, and you feel yourself relax marginally at the familiar sight. They press the knife harder against your throat, digging the tip in slightly, and you tense again. 

“Wanda,” You begin, but before you can say anything else, a gloved hand muffles your lips as the knife begins tracing down your collarbone. A thin red line blooms across your soft skin, green eyes taking in the sight eagerly from behind the mask. The sensation is painful but causes pleasure to bloom at the same time, and your cheeks redden with shame as you feel your arousal slowly build. 

“You know,” The voice is slightly muffled behind the mask, but you would know Wanda’s voice anywhere. You’ve practically committed her slight accent and lilt to memory, and you feel your heart speed up slightly at the low tone. “She wasn’t right for you. I could tell.” 

You smile slightly, having heard those same words after every date. But not the last part, you hadn’t heard that before. You speak, your words muffled by her gloved hand as it presses roughly against your lips, “What do you mean, you could tell?”

Moving her hands quickly, the figure lays the knife on your stomach before reaching up to remove the ghostface mask. Brunette hair spills out, falling beautifully around the dark black sweater Wanda is wearing. She tosses the mask somewhere onto your floor, her green eyes piercing yours as she picks up the knife once more, toying with the hem of your shirt. 

“You’re really oblivious, did you know that?” Her eyes are locked on the knife, sliding your shirt up slightly as she pops the bottom button off. It hits a wall somewhere, but you ignore it in favor of studying your best friend's face. 

She’s acting different, her pupils dilated so far that the green in her eyes is practically non-existent. Her chest is heaving, her tongue licking her parted lips quickly as she pops another button, revealing more of your skin. 

More of her canvas. 

Her knife digs in, tracing a thin line from the top of your waistband to your belly button. Your attempt to squirm, the pain coursing through you as her thighs tighten against yours. She’s breathing heavier now, and the next words she speaks come out rushed and disjointed. 

“You didn’t even know,” A low chuckle sounds out, heat blooming at your core as the sound wraps around you. “She was there, and I was there and you didn’t know.”

Your brows furrow, confusion taking over your mind as she pops a couple more buttons. She continues, her knife tracing over your ribs as her eyes roam your face. “She doesn’t know you, doesn’t know what you need. Doesn’t know how to take care of you.”

The fog in your mind dissipates slightly, and you think you finally understand where this is going. “And you do?” 

As soon as the question slips out, the sarcasm evident with every syllable, you regret it. Wanda’s eyes flash, and in one smooth movement, her knife twists under the front of your bra and cuts it, slicing through the rest of your shirt as she pulls back. 

“Of course I do, sweetheart.” Her words are hissed, her hands rough as she removes your shirt. “I’m the only one who does.” 

The knife is abandoned momentarily as Wanda traces her nails over the thin, red lines the cold metal had left behind. Swiping her thumb over the small cut on your neck, she brings it to her lips, groaning slightly as she sucks the blood off of her finger. 

Watching, your lips part at the sight, almost against your will. You try to shake yourself out of it, out of whatever daze Wanda had put you in, but as soon as your head moves her eyes are back on yours. 

“She tried to take you from me, they all did. So I took them away from you.” Her eyes are wide, her fingers frenzied as they dig into your skin, dragging from the underside of your breasts and down your torso. Harsh, raised lines appear, and you pant slightly as your hips raise in an attempt to throw her off. 

“Didn’t you ever question why they never responded to you after the first date?” Her words cause you to stop struggling, your movements halting as the pieces begin to click into place. You remembered all the times you’d cried into Wanda’s shoulder because you couldn't understand what had gone so wrong on the first date, that caused every girl to ghost you the day after. Snapping your eyes to hers, you see her nod as realization dawns on your face.

Wanda chuckles, moving closer until her mouth is close to the cut on your throat. The sound sends heat straight to your core, and your mind is thrown back into a confused haze. “You really are dumb, you need someone else to do the thinking for you, sweetheart.”

Without any more preamble, her lips meet your skin and suck. It's been long, much too long since you’ve felt pleasure like this. You find yourself holding back moans as her lips continue to suck, her tongue dragging along your skin as she marks your neck. Her teeth are rough, digging into your skin slightly as dark bruises bloom in a ring around your throat. 

You're hers. And now everyone will be able to see it. 

A pathetic whimper escapes you, and Wanda smiles against your skin. That’s exactly what she’d been waiting for, and she pulls back briefly to take in your half-lidded eyes and blown pupils. 

You have one last question, and before you can think too hard about the consequences of questioning Wanda, it pushes past your lips. “What do you mean, you took them away?”

The words hang in the air, silence filling the room as a slow smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face. She slowly reaches for her knife, a faraway look in her eyes as she traces the tip of it around your nipple. “I wasn’t going to risk you being taken from me.”

“Wanda.” 

Her eyes meet yours, her gaze hot as she takes in your pleading expression. She sighs, knowing that you won’t let the topic go until you're satisfied with her answer. Digging the tip of the blade into the top of your breast, she watches the blood bead around it while you wince. 

“Don’t interrupt me again.” Her words are hard, and you nod quickly. She rewards you by pulling the blade away and soothing the cut with her tongue. A moan escapes her when the sweet taste of your blood hits her taste buds, and she laps up as much of it as she can before pulling away to answer your unspoken request. 

Her eyes glint, and dread pools in your stomach. 

“I killed them.” She says simply, her tone flat even as her words are slightly breathy. “I couldn’t risk letting them free. Not while I was at risk of losing you. I can never lose you.”

Wanda’s voice is slightly frantic by the end of her sentence, and you can tell that she’s losing control. Her fingers are digging into your skin, the blade of her knife pressing against your ribcage as one of her hands makes its way to your throat. 

Squeezing tightly, she watches your eyes close at the feeling, your throat bobbing roughly beneath her hand. She feels practically drunk on power now that she finally has you, and no longer has to hide her obsession for you. 

It was easy enough to hide cameras and small microphones in your apartment, seeing as she practically lived there with how often she came over. It was more difficult to follow you on your dates, trying to stay inconspicuous even as rage overtook her at the sight of you with another woman. 

The best part, however, was after you said goodbye to your date. She loved the rush of power she received when the first thing you did was respond to her texts. She must have been on your mind during the date if you texted her as soon as it was over, right? 

Wanda couldn’t really feel bad for the women she killed, they were just desperate for you. They wouldn’t have treated you right, they didn’t even know you. Besides, they all wanted to take you from her, and she couldn’t let that happen. 

She would never let that happen. 

The sound of a strangled moan brings Wanda back into the present moment, and her eyes focus on your face as you try to breathe under her hand. Her eyes widen, and she snatches her hand away from your throat as she cups your face while you suck in deep breaths. 

“Are you alright, darling? I didn’t mean it, please forgive me. I would never hurt you, I just got upset at the thought of losing you. You know how much I love you, sweetheart. Please, say something.”

Wanda’s body weight is fully on top of you, her hands cold and smelling of iron as they caress your cheeks. It's gentle, and you can’t comprehend why she went from such a rough action to stroking your face with her fingertips. You want to scream, you want to push her off of you. You’ve never seen her like this, with wide eyes and short puffs of breath hitting your face. Her lips are inches from your own, her eyes frantically searching your face for any sign of pain. 

You want to push her away, but there are tears sliding down her cheeks and landing on yours so instead you tilt your face and press your lips against hers. 

The softness of her lips surprises you, and you find yourself not minding the slight taste of iron as she begins sliding them against yours. She’s a better kisser than anyone else you’ve kissed, and you find yourself leaning into her touch, instead of away from it. 

This is your best friend, she wouldn’t hurt you. She loves you.

Sharp teeth tug at your bottom lip, and you can’t help the tiny moan that escapes you at the feeling. She smiles at the sound, and you vividly remember the time you’d told her that you were a masochist, drunk on cheap wine as the pair of you watched 50 Shades of Grey and laughed at nearly every scene. 

You should’ve known she’d remember. Wanda seemed to remember everything about you, but you also remembered everything about her. Especially the sensitive spot just below her ear that caused her to whine, something you’d discovered during a drunk makeout session in a dirty club.

Arching your back even more and taking advantage of her slip in control when she groans at the feeling of your pelvic against hers, you attach your lips to that sensitive spot. Wanda practically writhes on top of you, a breathy moan leaving her lips as pleasure courses through you when her hands tighten around your breasts. 

Breaking the kiss, Wanda tangles a hand in your hair and wrenches your head back, exposing your bruised neck once more. She nips lightly at the skin, pain blooming whenever her teeth so much as graze the swollen bruises, and you whimper. 

“Wanda, please.”

The sound of your voice sends pleasure racing towards Wanda’s core. Grinding her hips down to relieve some of the aching pressure between her thighs, she pulls back and reaches for her knife. She’s never heard you beg before, and now that she has, she wants more. 

“Please what, darling? Use your words.” Her eyes bore into yours, and you shiver when you see something hungry in them. She slowly drags the knife over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach, creating new, deeper cuts. 

You can’t do much but moan and pant, the sensations quickly becoming overwhelming as pleasure shoots through you with each new cut. Wanda catches onto this, her smile widening until it's all teeth as she feels your hips attempt to roll from under her thighs. 

“I won’t ask again.” Her voice turns cold in an instant, her smile slowly fading as she watches you struggle to form a sentence. The knife stops, right on the inside of your hip. The tip digs in, dragging smoothly along your skin as green eyes focus on it. 

The only thing you can do is watch, your brain is much too fuzzy to form thoughts, much less any words. 

A particularly harsh stroke brings a moment of clarity to you, and when Wanda finally pulls the blade away from your skin, you realize that she’d been leaving deliberate marks. She’d been carving something into your skin. You feel your heart quicken at the proud smile that appears on those sinfully plump lips, and you let out a whimper as her eyes snap to your face. 

“Now you’re truly mine.” The words are whispered, but you hear them. Looking down, you see the letters WM engraved into your hip and look back at dilated green eyes in shock. Judging by the pain you’d felt and the amount of blood seeping out of her initials, the cuts were deep and long-lasting. 

“Wanda…” You don’t know what to say, but as the knife still clutched in her hand starts making its way towards your throat, you say the words she wants to hear. 

“I was always yours,” A wide smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face, and she throws the knife somewhere onto the bed as she cups your cheeks in her hands. 

Green eyes search yours frantically, her breaths uneven and short as she studies your face. Her voice is breathless and demanding, her accent slipping in between each syllable as her fingers dig into your face. “Say it again.” 

“I’m yours, Wanda.” Your eyes are earnest and the fear that had been building starts slowly slipping away as Wanda’s eyebrows raise softly. You can see the crazed look in her eyes fading slightly, and you catch a glimpse of your best friend underneath the possessive version of her. “I always have been, and you’ve always been mine.”

You’re surprised to find that you actually mean those words. 

“Now please,” You begin, your voice slipping into a whine as you become acutely aware of her pelvis grinding against your center. “Fuck me, Wanda.”

Hands make their way from your flushed cheeks and down to your chest, fingers roughly tracing the raised, red lines across your skin. You’re far too gone to feel any shame about the pleasure coursing through you at the pain, your hips rolling against Wanda’s desperately as she bends down to kiss you again.

Her lips are rough against yours, her teeth biting and pulling at your swollen lips as you try and keep up. She dominates the kiss quickly, her fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as she slides her tongue against yours, a slightly iron taste hitting your tongue as she does so. 

You arch into her, no longer afraid of her touch. This is your best friend, and you know she’ll take good care of you, she always has. And now, she always will.

Wanda’s lips leave your own, and you suck in deep breaths, feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen as she sits up fully and begins removing your pants. She’s impatient, practically ripping the fabric as she pulls them down your legs. Her eyes catch a glimpse of the growing wet spot on your underwear, and she rips them off in one smooth motion. 

Before the fabric has even hit the floor, her tongue is hot and needy against your aching core. She didn’t even hesitate to put her hair up, instead flipping it casually over one shoulder as she moaned at the taste of you. She’d been dreaming about this moment for what felt like forever, and you’ve surpassed every expectation she had. Your hips jerk, the stimulation sending your senses into overdrive, and Wanda simply chuckles against you as she holds your thighs down. 

You can feel yourself dripping against Wanda’s face as she builds you up, your orgasm creeping closer with each deliberate swipe of her tongue. She eats you out like she’s been waiting for years, which you suppose she actually has. Her tongue swirls around your clit, and you risk a glance down, wrists straining against your restraints as you do.

Wanda’s pupils are so blown that you can’t see any green left in her eyes, and they’re glinting up at you as she smiles slowly. She winks, and you nearly faint from the sight before she takes your clit between her lips and sucks harshly. 

Loud moans reverberate around your bedroom as you throw your head back against the pillow. Your muscles strain beneath her fingers, your hips rutting pathetically against her face as you feel your orgasm closing in. You try to signal that you’re close, that she should stop, the sensations threatening to overwhelm you as the pleasure at your core builds painfully. 

Wanda’s tongue swirls around your clit once, her teeth scrape it as she sucks, and she moans against your dripping center. That’s all it takes, and within a second you’re coming, your clit pulsating wildly against her tongue as your pussy clenches around nothing, your cum staining her chin as she licks you through the aftershocks. 

“Fuck, Wanda. I…” You try to speak, your arms still thrashing slightly against the cuffs attached to your headboard. Her lips move over your still-overly sensitive clit, her tongue teasing the tip of it as it protrudes from its hood. “More, please. I want to feel you.”

Wanda detaches her lips, wiping your arousal off her chin with the back of her hand. You feel your clit throb at the sight, and you bite your lip as her eyes dart towards them. “Such a desperate slut, begging right after I’ve given you an orgasm?” 

You open your mouth, whether to protest or beg again, you don’t know. Wanda doesn’t give you the chance, pressing her fingers into your mouth until they hit the back of your throat. Your wide eyes look up at her as they water slightly, your lips closing around her fingers as you begin to suck. 

“Because I’m feeling generous tonight,” Wanda begins, reaching for her knife. Your eyes widen slightly at the blade in her hand, and she feels a wave of arousal make its way to her core at the sight. “I’ll fuck you harder, but I’m the one who gets to choose how I do that, not you. Understand?”

Nodding quickly, your eyes dart between the knife and her face as she watches your reaction intently. Her head tilts, tracing the blade gently across your skin until the cold metal reaches your overheated mound, and you bite back a whimper. 

The tip of the blade circles around your clit and you freeze as Wanda carefully maneuvers the sharp metal around your slick center until your muscles tremble from the effort of keeping still. Flipping the knife until the blade rests in her hand, she teases the entrance of your dripping pussy with the handle. 

She winks, “Don’t worry, I cleaned it for you, sweetheart.”

You whimper, biting back a moan as she eases the knife into you. Fighting the urge to fuck yourself against the handle, you bite your lip harshly, tasting blood as she slowly pumps in and out of you. 

Wanda is focused on the knife, watching as she thrusts it deep inside your leaking pussy and admiring the juices that coat it when she slowly pulls it out. She finds a rhythm, one that has your thighs quivering and muffled moans spilling from between your lips as the sloshing sounds of your pussy fill the room. 

Looking up, Wanda’s eyes lock on your bottom lip. It’s trapped between your teeth, beads of crimson blood forming as you pant and moan. Your eyes are closed, and Wanda realizes that you’re too lost in the pleasure to realize that you’re hurting yourself. 

She can’t have that, the only person allowed to hurt you is Wanda. 

“Open your mouth, darling.” Her words are soft, even as she harshly removes the knife from you, leaving you aching and wanting more. You comply, seeing the warning in her eyes as she teases your lips with the arousal-stained handle. 

Wanda’s lips part as her breaths become shallow at the sight of you sucking your own juices off her knife. Just when she thinks you couldn’t possibly make her like you more, you go and do something like this. She can’t take it anymore, and her own pussy is throbbing, begging her to release the aching pressure she’s had since the moment she stabbed that girl for the first time tonight. 

“Good girl.” You smile around the handle at the words, and Wanda smirks. She should have known that you had a praise kink, especially with the way you blush whenever she compliments you. 

“You like that?” She asks, moving the handle deeper into your eager mouth and pressing down on your tongue. “You like being called my good girl? What about this,” She pretends to think, moving the handle until you’re gagging around it. 

“You’re my desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Wanda knows she’s found another one of your kinks when she feels your hips roll against her and watches the blush on your face deepen. “It’s pathetic how wet you are right now, and I haven’t even properly fucked you yet.”

You whine, breathing through your nose as she fucks your throat with your arousal-covered knife. Wanda continues, the crazed look appearing once more in her eyes. “Is this all for me? Or do you get wet every time some insignificant pretty girl touches you? I bet you do, so desperate for attention that you’ll beg anyone to fuck you. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, honey. Now I’m here, and I’ll treat you right.”

Wanda pauses, removing the knife from your mouth and setting it on the dresser beside the bed, before she stands and removes her own clothing, talking the whole time. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even think about anyone else. Your pussy is mine, your pleasure is mine, your pain is mine, you’re mine.”

She pauses, completely nude as she moves to kneel over you. She feels her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs, and your eyes widen at the glistening heat between her legs. “All mine.” 

Green eyes so dark they’re black voids of obsession roam your body, tracing paths of fire over your skin as they admire the angry cuts left behind by her sharp blade. It’s not enough, and Wanda knows that it will never be enough. She’ll always want more of you, and you’ll happily give it to her. Because you love her, and no one else. 

“I do,” You say, your eyes bright as they lock with green ones. “I do love you, Wanda. I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”

Wanda realized that she must have said the last part of her obsessive thoughts out loud, but couldn’t help the sigh of relief at the confirmation of your feelings. She gets on the bed, positioning herself over you until her core is pressed against your own. Her eyes meet yours, and they lock intently on you as she begins moving her hips. 

The friction is almost too much, pleasure building quickly as you feel Wanda’s clit bump your own. You admire her long dark hair, taking note of the slightly smudged eyeliner under her intense eyes and the dark lipstick coating her lips as small gasps tumble out of them. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.

“Say it,” Wanda demands, her voice breathy. She moans, grinding herself harder against you as her orgasm races towards the surface. Her hands move, one gripping your breast tightly as the other moves to wrap around your throat. 

You try to hold your own orgasm back, wanting to please Wanda. Your words are strained, your tone desperate as you beg, “Say, what? Tell me and I’ll say it. Please?”

Wanda could cum just from those words, but she doesn’t. As much as she loves how obedient you’re being, she needs one more thing. “You're mine.” She manages to get out, her orgasm about three seconds away. 

Realization dawns in your eyes, and you smile up at her. It's all teeth and blood from the cut on your lip, and Wanda’s orgasm crashes over her at the sight. Your words are strong, soothing, and low as your own orgasm washes over you. “I’m yours, all yours.”

You feel a tendril of possessiveness worm its way through you at the sight of Wanda coming undone on top of you. It wraps around your heart and squeezes, and you think you understand how she’s been feeling this whole time. You never want to let her go, to let her be loved by anyone other than you. 

Wanda leans down, her breath hot against your lips as she kisses you. You kiss back with the same ferocity, biting down on her lips and claiming her as your own. She moans, her hips stuttering against you, and you smile. 

“Only yours.”

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[lizziesblueberries]

She’s yours now

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Word count: 3,402

Warnings: Mommy Kink, magic cock, dark!Wanda, mommy Wanda, g!p Wanda, breeding kink, cock warming, belly bulge, bottom!reader, but like reader is on top for once, so I guess power bottom! Wanda?, yandere Wanda, yandere reader?, pregnant reader barely, somnophilia, it’s all consensual, possessive Wanda, possessive reader, smut, praise, Minors DNI 18+

Summary: Fourth part to the, “She’s in your mind” series. It’s just straight smut, and takes place after “Your body is hers”.

Part 3

In an interesting turn of events, you were the one to wake up first. You opened your eyes to see that you were in your bed at home, and a Sokovian witch, lay beside you. She was laying on her side facing you and her arm was draped over your waist. Soft breaths left her parted mouth and her face looked almost tense, as if even in her sleep, she was feeling uneasy or upset. You kept your head turned towards her and watched her, you thought about what happened yesterday, and what it meant for the future with her. She had told you that you were pregnant, and with twins no less, you had never really thought about having kids, always moving around too much in life, and you never really had anyone to love enough to want to start a family with.

Wanda changed things though, you did love her, and while you were a little upset that she didn’t tell you, or even asked for your permission, it hadn’t felt forced, she had done nothing but make you feel safe and loved, and you vividly remembered how good it felt that night to be with her. In a way, she did warn you, and you could understand her eagerness to have a family with you, as you said yourself before all of this started, a mother’s love was no joke. And she was a mother, a very determined mother, but a mother with nothing but love as her motive.

Besides, as you faced Wanda in bed, and took in all the beauty in front of you, you couldn’t help but think how cute your kids would be. You and Wanda, and your children, a family. It sounded really nice, and the feelings of anger started to leave you as you looked at Wanda further and thought of your soon to be family and life together. These feelings then turned to excitement, and even gratefulness. And god dammit you wanted her babies now. A wave of heat and longing rushed over you, and you moved yourself closer to Wanda, you pecked her forehead, and pushed her body to lay on her back. Images of that night came into your mind and motivated you more to gently move yourself over Wanda. She was still asleep and you wanted to keep her that way as you lowered yourself down to her waist.

You moved your hands down to her hips and slowly pulled her sweatpants down and off her, surprised that she still hadn’t woken, but nonetheless smiled in satisfaction that she felt safe enough to sleep in your presence and not be alert to little things and movements. She must be very tired now that you thought of it, always looking after you, taking care of all your needs and more. You felt that you should take care of her this time.

Looking down, you fought back a whimper at the sight of Wanda, you leaned down closer to her core and at the smell of her, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Not being able to hold yourself back, you laid your hands on her thighs to slightly part her for you, and slowly pressed your mouth against her. Closing your eyes, you licked gentle strokes up her pussy until you could tell she was wet for you. You looked back up to Wanda as you head her moan, yet she was still asleep, so you continued your appreciation of tasting Wanda, keeping your eyes locked on her face.

Wanda was starting to squirm in her sleep, letting out pretty little sounds that had you addicted to pulling out more from her. She tasted addicting, and looked so heavenly even in her sleep. Wanting to drag out more from her, you moved your tongue down lower and entered her. This, did give you more, because soon after, you heard her gasp awake, her cunt clenched around your tongue and you moaned into her at the feeling of her walls sucking you in. Wanda’s hands quickly moved to your hair before she could even realize what was happening, and she looked down at you when she did.

“Oh baby, fuck!” She said in surprise and ecstasy. “What- ohh, mhmm.” You cut her off, her sentence turning into a moan as you slid two fingers inside her. Your mouth moving up to her clit, you began to suck on it, waiting for her to catch her bearings as you continued to pump your fingers into her. Her fingers gripped your hair tighter and pulled you closer into her, smooth thighs clamped around your head, trapping you between them to keep you there. Not that you were ever going to stop, you’d happily die from suffocating between her thighs. Her eyes were lidded, but she kept them on you as you ate her out, you could tell she was getting close from the way she could barely keep them open and her moans getting louder.

“Baby don’t stop, keep going right there. You’re doing so well for mommy. Look at you-god-you’re such a good girl for me.” She moaned out. You groaned into her at those words, the fact that she was coherent and still making sure to praise you whilst being eaten out, made you even more ravenous.

“Move your fingers faster baby. Curl them, yes, just like that, oh, you’re doing such a good job making mommy feel good.” She said, as she moved her hand to cradle the back of your head, pressing you harder into her. Doing as she said you moved your fingers harder into her, and curled them just right, sucking on her clit, and watched as she threw her had back, arching into you as she finally came. She let out a long moan, holding you against her as she released into your mouth, you did your best to clean every drop of her, feeling prideful in making her feel so good.

Wanda finally released your head and let her legs relax to the sides of you, and you crawled your way up to her. Her hands wrapping around your back to pull you up to her as she caught her breath. You kissed her neck and worked your way up to her mouth, she hummed as you both kissed, a small smile forming on her mouth.

“Well, I’m not sure what started all of that, but I take it you’re not mad at me?” She asked, after you pulled back. You both looked at each other, just examining one another as you came up with an answer.

“I’ll admit, I was mad Wanda. You can’t just go getting people pregnant without their permission.” You said, and her head dropped at your words, her face holding guilt at making you upset. Your heart hurt a little at the sight. “But, I think we both have come to the realization that we’re not regular people, and that while you love me, I am also in love with you. I had to think about this a bit, but honestly Wanda, I’m incredibly honored and ecstatic to have your children, and I’m not that mad anymore. How could I be, when the outcome of that night is us starting a family. I wouldn’t want that with anyone else, but you.” The smile that appeared on Wanda’s face, after your little speech, made you satisfied with your choice of words and for forgiving her.

“I’m so glad. The last thing I want to do is make you unhappy, and I’m sorry for not asking you first and making sure you were ok with it. I will make sure to ask next time, you mean the world to me and so do our boys.” She said. You were sitting in her lap and she pulled you into her, her face tucking into your neck as you both held each other. You both breathed each other in, as the remaining doubts and worries washed away from your talk.

While you had this little heartfelt moment, that didn’t stop your body however, from letting Wanda know it was effected, by recent erotic events. Your face flushed as you both felt your arousal drip onto Wanda’s lap from between your legs. Wanda’s hands moved and rubbed down your back, she let out a little chuckle into your neck, feeling your whole body heat up, and listened to the frenzied thoughts running through your head.

“That’s right, you must be feeling so achy right now hmm? Tell mommy, what started all of this in the first place? Not that I’m complaining, waking up to my girl pleasing me so well, but I certainly didn’t expect it.” Her hands continued to rub your back in a soothing manner as she said this, mouthing the words into your neck. You relaxed into her hold, her voice coaxing you into warm fuzzy state.

“Just wanted to make you feel good, is all. You take care of me all the time, I wanted to do the same.” You said quietly.

“My sweet girl, there is no need for that, you just let me take care of you, mommy is just happy to have you. Making you happy, makes me happy.” Wanda purred.

“Well maybe, I’m just happy to have you too.” You whispered in her ear, and Wanda gripped you tighter to her.

“You do, babygirl. I’m all yours.” She breathed out. A wave of possessiveness came over you, and you grabbed her face to bring your mouths together and share a very heated and love filled kiss. You let her take dominance over the kiss as she moved her hands down to your hips, and you had to pull away from her mouth to gasp for air, as she made you grind down on her thigh. “You’re so wet for me angel, you’ve waited so patiently for mommy. This poor little pussy has just been dripping for my cock this whole time hasn’t it? You think I didn’t notice how much you loved being filled by me? Be honest, its not just us starting a family that has you accepting your pregnancy, you just love to have your hole stuffed full with mommy’s cum, isn’t that right?” She moved your hips harder against her thigh, as she said this, and you moaned at how right she was, how hot the imagery of her words made you feel.

“Fuck, yes!” you yelped out, as she smacked your ass, not satisfied with your silence.

“That’s not how my good girl is supposed to talk, you shouldn’t be using such bad words, but I’ll let it slide since you made mommy feel so good. Now that we’ve established how you really feel, would my sweet girl like her reward?” Wanda waved her hand, her magic taking away both of your clothes, and as you slid your hips against hers, you felt a bulge there and looked down. You core clenched at the sight of her fake cock, and your thighs closed around her waist from the desire to feel her inside you. Lithe fingers took your chin and tilted your head back up to look at her.

Wanda’s eyes were pools of endless love and desire, the green in them nearly non existent as she looked at you. You stopped all movement just to look at her, trapped in her gaze, she looked very serious, her hand moving to cup your jaw.

“Sit up for me darling. I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything or if something hurts, do you understand?” She asked with a calm tone. You knew she was being serious, and your heart fluttered at the concern and cautiousness she gave you.

“Yes, Wanda.” You nodded, making sure she knew you were ok.

“Good girl.”she praised, then moved your hips down to hers, her length aligned perfectly as she sunk you down onto her. You lost all breath as she filled you completely, she was bigger than last time, you could tell from the stretch you felt. You couldn’t take your eyes off her as she did this though, too entranced by the absolute hunger and darkness in her eyes as she looked at you, filled you. You didn’t know what to do, at the moment you were so overwhelmed.

“Breathe angel, breathe. That’s it, there you go, I know it’s so big, but you’re doing so well, taking all of me whole.” Wanda whispered. She caressed your hips, trying to relax you. It was working as you took deep breaths. She pressed kisses against your neck and chest, and you felt her patience and softness relaxing you even further. You started to grind a little on her, feeling her more and getting used to the stretch of her until you started to feel pleasure deep in your core. Wanda took a deep breathe at this, and moved her hands to your ass to move you onto her more.

“You’re ready, that’s good, so good baby. Now move, show mommy how much you want her.”she moaned. You slowly started to increase your grinding until you started to move up and down on her. The feeling turning from slight pain, into hot bolts of pleasure deep in your gut. Wanda let out a whimper and you looked at her, Wanda’s lips were parted, eyes closed, and brow slightly furrowed as she adjusted to the new pace. You suddenly remembered how much you wanted to please her, to show her how much you wanted her. So you pushed on her chest, falling down with her as her back hit the bed, her eyes flashed open in surprise from the movement, your hands now over her breasts as you leaned down to take on into your mouth. She let out a gasp from the sensation of your mouth taking in one of her nipples and her other nipple was getting rolled between your fingers.

“Oh what a good girl, that feels so good. Mommy loves it when you play with her breasts, you do such a good job using that pretty little mouth of yours, keep going baby, my baby.” Wanda spoke in such a nurturing tone, you would have thought she was simply talking to a baby, if it wasn’t for the slight waver in her voice. This only enthused you more, and you decided to try using a little teeth. This was a great discovery on your end because soon after, Wanda jerked her hips up into you and arched her back, letting out a groan from the harsher contact.

You smirked a little, happy from that reaction, and continued to move against Wanda while leaving little bites on her chest. Wanda’s hands moved to grab your hair, but you quickly moved to take her hands in yours instead. She looked at you with curiosity, as you merely clasped your fingers together and moved them above her head. You mouth still on her breast as you looked at her coyly. She went to say something, mouth opening to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as you rose your hips up and slammed back down onto her, interrupting any previous thoughts before that.

“You said to show you how much I want you mommy, well I’m showing you.” You said. You quickly moved up and down on Wanda’s cock, the magic warming you from the inside, your hands grasped each other above her head as you moved your mouth up her neck to leave even more bites. Wanda just threw her head back, giving you more room to mark her and moan in her ear as your thrusts grew faster, more sloppy. The little connection you had in your heart with her, gave you a sense that she was close to coming, her magic warmed you as your hearts beat rapidly in-sync. You moved your mouth to hers, kissing her as best you could in your near incoherent state, she kissed you back, you both moaned as your bodies slid against each other, and got closer.

“Mommy, I’m gonna come.” You whimpered into her mouth. This seemed to snap Wanda out of her trance, and she opened her eyes to look at you. She watched as you worked so hard to please her and keep yourself from coming, and she had to keep herself from doing the same. She wrapped her hand around your throat, and leaned up to kiss your jaw.

“Can I cum inside you?” She whispered, looking at you with near pleading eyes. And you moaned out a ‘yes’ immediately. Because that sight and question alone made you want to come right on the spot. With a few quick thrusts up into you, you felt her burst inside you, followed by a guttural, “Fuck.” You came around her cock, squeezing her tight inside you, and you let out moans for each second she filled you with more cum.

“That’s a good girl, take all of mommy’s treat. Been saving so much just for you. Does that feel good babygirl? Letting mommy stuff you full of her cum? Look at you, you look so precious and perfect.” Wanda moved her hand down to your stomach, moving it in circles as she praised you. “God, I didn’t realize how much I had until now. Take a look baby, look how much cum you’ve taken for me.” You looked down after catching your breath, and saw something that nearly made you come again. Her hand moved to caress the side of her waist and move out of the way to show you how much cum was inside you. Your stomach had a bulge showing, and you looked already slightly pregnant from the amount that made your stomach look so full.

“To alleviate any concerns, the babies are fine, and so are you. You did so good, and you look so pretty being all stuffed with mommy’s cum, just how you should be. Just think, you’ll be even bigger in a few months, and I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll be then.” Wanda dreamily said. All you could do was moan as she helped to move you around in a complicated manner. You honestly couldn’t even say how she did it, considering you think you blacked out for a few seconds from the pleasure, but one moment you’re looking at her satisfied smile, and the next, she has you laid on your side and her behind you, with her cock still buried deep inside you.

She was holding you from behind, no skin untouched as she molded herself against you, and her slight adjustments to get comfortable kept sending shocks of pleasure (or overstimulation, you couldn’t tell) through you. She had her arms wrapped around your waist, caressing your still full stomach and tucked her head into your neck, breathing you in and leaving small kisses there. You kept letting out whimpers as she just shushed you sweetly. Saying, “It’s ok, you’re safe and such a precious girl to me. Mommy is just gonna leave you like this for a bit, and you’re gonna stay still and take it. You look to pretty and full to just let all this cum go. Don’t you want to make mommy happy? You wouldn’t want all of mommy’s cum to just go to waist now would you?”

“N-no, mommy, I’ll hold it.” You barely spoke out, the fullness making you want to not make any sudden or drastic movements, but you agreed. You did feel good, and if Wanda thought you looked pretty, who were you to deny her and make her unhappy. You were surprised, but honestly happy with it as well.

Another kiss was placed against your neck, then she whispered, “that’s my good girl, I’m so happy. You make me so happy. Thank you for letting me have another opportunity for a family. I wont ever let you go, I’ll make sure you’ll want for nothing and our boys will have the best life, with the best mothers.” You simply hummed in agreement, a small smile forming on both your faces as you snuggled more into each other. The thought of your boys laughing and smiling with you and Wanda, being the last thing on both your minds before you fell asleep.

Part 5

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[pixlokita]

Talking with the besties again and came up with this theory because: patient 46 is a girl, Can use sound disks and tells a story different from her childhood and traumas from what the therapists researched. Maybe a story she’s taking from someone else ? >> now this is full of plot holes it’s just a fun little idea ;v; also DLC girl being evil looks cool so like 👌 had to draw it too -w- I bet she’s a sweet bean tho but we also thought that of Gregory and we got the ultimate gremlin (/ =ω=)/ the first two panels were cleaned and colored by my friend, @cookieruma29 💖

#my art #fnaf #wanda #five nights at freddy's #security breach #gregory #dlc girl #patient 46 #uhhhh #yeah #if she’s possessed she can totally do all of that

[cieric-of-chaos]

I have this headcanon that Wanda is obsessed with antiques and vintage appliances and stuff...like she loves to go antiquing, she likes to visit old people house and abandoned old building hoping to find and collect old items....She likes it even better if the item is possessed by a spirit...she tried scrolling through an online shop once to find more items and got scammed and she never did it again, I love the idea of Wanda Maximoff having a lot of weird trinkets and knick knacks (>_<)<3

#a happy witch with her silly possessed antiques collection #like imagine shaking her and a really old magical trinkets and relics that could end the world falls out of her pocket #she have a tons of grandmother clothes inside her vintage wooden cabinet #Wanda Maximoff #wanda maximoff headcanons #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #wandavision #616 wanda maximoff #comic wanda maximoff #marvel #marvel comics #headcanon #wanda ramblings #wanda

[watchingwisteria]

one scene in multiverse of madness that i really loved but haven’t seen anyone talk about was strange using the darkhold. the candlelit ritual, strange being attacked by spirits, the spirits coming out of his eyes and tearing from his chest, christine fighting them off with fire and a classic “go back to hell” rebuke— it was so classic horror and so different for marvel and i just loved it

#it was so classic possession horror i love it #multiverse of madness #stephen strange #doctor strange #christine palmer #wanda maximoff #doctor strange and the multiverse of madness #marvel #doctor strange spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers #mom spoilers

[willisnotmental]

A midnight surprise//NSFW

Authors note: okay so this is my first EVER thing i've actually written and went through with, tell me if you want a part to or some shit, i did not proofread so like yeah be prepared, also i wrote this at 2am instead of sleeping it is now 3am, so god help me

(OKAY so this is the writer at a reasonable time, I wrote this 2-3am, so if it makes no sense, sorry, I was on an adrenaline rush [Also, I was just rereading this, and I think I completely changed the plot halfway through, still kind of makes sense.])

warnings: smut minors dni, possessive!wanda, mentions of drinking, toxic relationship, rough sex, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex, knife play, mentions of drinking, strap-on sex, lesbian sex (obviously), manipulation if you squint

relationships: possessive!wanda maximoff x fem!y/n, natasha romanoff x darcy lewis x carol danvers x fem!y/n (platonic), jimmy woo x fem!y/n (platonic), darcy lewis x monica rambeau (mentioned), natasha romanoff x maria hill (mentioned), obsessive!exgf!agatha harkness x fem!y/n

summary: wanda is in love with y/n, like madly in love with her, they're practically already dating, just that, y/n doesn't know it yet! so when wanda sees your ex, agatha harkness, kissing you at a bar, her anger is immeasurable, so at midnight after the incident, she decides to pay you a visit. (btw they both work for s.h.i.e.l.d)

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Wanda cornered you in the bathroom, "You're mine," she said, jealousy as clear as daylight in her eyes as she held the dagger to your throat, "I don't want to see you around that whore again." She pressed the dagger to your cheek, letting the the smallest bit of blood drop onto her dagger before licking it off. "W-Wanda, we broke up months ago, I'm not into her!"

It was hard to argue back when Wanda's hand was pressed hard against your throat, your words slipping off your lips. Wanda's eyes narrowed in anger as she leaned in closer, the dagger coming dangerously close to cutting through your throat. "Did you forget already that I can do that?" Wanda pushed down harder on the dagger, her expression slowly turning into one of worry, "You won't be forgetting about this anytime soon. You're mine."

She dragged you into your apartments bedroom and practically threw you to the mattress. A couple hours ago you were just relaxing at the bar with your friends, why'd Agatha have to be there, you broke up 10 months ago, and yet when she noticed you she immediately started flirting with you. Wanda jumped on top of you and pinned you to the bed with her arms, she started kissing you neck with anger and lust, "You're mine." She repeated, "Not Agatha's, not Nat's, not anyone else." Wanda's lips went further down to your neck. She placed kisses onto your collarbone before getting to your belt buckle and unclasping it, dragging it down along with your panties. She had already ripped your shirt off so she continued to unbuckle your bra, struggling as she had you pressed under her on the bed.

You tried to flip around so you wouldn't be naked, but Wanda just pushed up her body to the side, pressing her breasts firmly on your back while sticking her dagger in your back, making you whimper. You gasped as her hand covered your mouth, "Sorry," she whispered before planting a kiss on your neck, "But I just can't let Agatha touch you. She's not going to get away with this, if I have to kill someone, it'll be Agatha" She then went to take off her pants, only to reveal the surprisingly large strap she had hidden under them.

Your mouth dropped at the sight of it, so she took the chance to thrust it into your pussy, making you moan at the haste of it all, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She put her mouth to yours and pushed her tongue inside to swallow all the noises you were making as she slowly started to thrust into you. Slowly soon turned into her bottoming you out as she thrusted deeper than you thought was possible. Her thrust were harder and faster than you've every experienced, and you were approaching the edge quickly. "You're mine Y/N!" Wanda hissed in your ear, her fingers digging into the flesh of your back before giving you one final thrust, sending you off the edge. The orgasm was so much that you passed out.

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You wake up the next morning to find you're still in the same position you were in the previous day, but now Wanda is gone. You're feeling slightly refreshed after sleeping in, but your back was really sore, and you don't feel the sheets that were covering your body. Your legs hurt from laying in the same position for so long, and your mind was more sore than your body was. You decide to get up and take a shower, still covered in sweat and smelling of sex.

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As the exit the bathroom, you think back to the night before, and your eyes darted to your bed. The sheets and bedspread were all folded neatly, but all the notes Agatha had been sending over the last few months were gone from your vanity, Wanda must have taken them. You were still unsure as to what Wanda was really up to, but you couldn't find the words to come to terms with her mind games, her manipulative actions. She practically broke into your apartment at midnight with her dagger, green jealousy radiating off her. You opened the door to see who was there and she just barged in and started walking you backwards, shutting the door with her foot, into the bathroom. It took you a while until you realized she was jealous over the fact Agatha was at the same bar as you last night and was flirting with you. How'd Wanda even find out, and more importantly, she liked you? You thought back to what happened at the bar.

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Natasha and Darcy were talking about their crushes, Maria and Monica, while Carol was observing, she noticed Agatha from across the bar and tapped your shoulder, recognizing your obsessive ex-girlfriend, you two were dating for 4 years, you had wanted to leave several times, but she always convinced you to say, eventually you had enough of her bullshit and left at night without another word. when she figured this out she was texting you for days before you blocked her. It had been 9 months since then and here she was, practically running towards you.

"Heyyyyyyy Y/N!! Howww have yoou b-eeeen!?" She was clearly way too drunk, as her words struggled to come out in coherent sentences and slurred around. "Uhm-" you tried to say, but Agatha interrupted you, "Y'knoowww, I'm reeeally sorrrrry aboout what happppednedd, I n-evvveerrr meannt tooo pusshh yoou a-awwayy!" Carol watched in silence as Nat and Darcy were trying to keep themselves from bursting out laughing, but they stopped when drunk Agatha gripped you by your suit's collar and pulled you in for a kiss.

It took you a couple of seconds to process what was happening while her lips were on yours, but when you did you pushed her away as fast as you could, "Agatha, I'm not into you, how many times must I tell you this, stop sending me your fucking letters, we broke up 10 months ago, go get laid by someone else!" You snapped, and the people around you were shocked, Agatha looked about on the verge of tears, she turned around and sped away. You immediately felt guilt rise up, but you pushed it away, Agatha should've known better. Little did you know, your other secret admirer, Wanda, was too in that bar, watching the scene unfold.

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After eating breakfast and getting ready, you headed downstairs to your car so you could head to S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters. That is wear Jimmy stopped you, "Darcy told me all about what went down last night, what a coincidence!" He laughed and so did you, "Yeah but I didn't mean to make her cry, but I just snapped, I forgot how difficult she is to handle.." "Well, more reasons as to why not to get back together!" he responded, putting a smile on your face, he always manages to do so. "Well I'll see you later, I'm heading to work." "Later!!" You heard him yell back as you walked away.

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When you arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your private study, not wanting to talk to anyone else of the incident. When you walked in you locked the door, but when you went to turn on the lamp in the dark room you were pinned against the door with speed "W-hat!?" "Shh hon.." when your eyes adjusted to the darkness you saw Wanda. "Wands?" Wanda laughed a bit at your nervousness, "Yes love."

"Uhm, why are you here, what is happening, what happened last night, do you like m-" before you could fins rambling, Wanda shut you up with a passionate kiss, when she finished she responded "Well, I never got to finish what I started last night, since you passed out, never even got a chance to taste you!" Now that your eyes were just about fully adjusted to the darkness, you could tell Wanda's eyes were blown and darkened with lust.

She rose her knee to be firmly placed against your already soaked pussy, she grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door with her body, and began to grind you into her thigh, making you moan and whimper, you bucked your knees and began going faster, already close to the edge. Her grip on your hips tightened and she started grinding you harder and faster against her thigh, and when you were about to fall of the edge, she pulled away.

"Hey what the h-" before you could protest she grabbed your neck and started kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth as she rotated the both of you and dropped you in an arm chair, she then quickly tore your shirt off and starting palming at the back of your bra. When she got it off, she put her mouth around your nipple while taking off your pants and underwear. She started kissing your neck leaving marks as she teased you. Her hands groped your tits and clit at the same time, but she also grabbed your nipples and pinched. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure as her soft touches sent waves of pleasure through your entire body.

She moaned as you started grinding into her hand, feeling your orgasm start to rise. You moaned "Ahhhhh!" loudly and leaned into her touch, and suddenly your wall dropped and your climax hit. She decided this was the right time to stick three fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and deep, through your orgasm. "Wands, sensitive, please" you mumbled, struggling to turn incoherent thoughts into coherent words. You could already feel the next orgasm coming quickly, she could tell from the way your pussy was clenching her fingers like she was their life line, "I saw what happened at the bar," she said as she was still thrusting into you, you moaning wildly, " I don't want you kissing anyone but me." and with one particularly hard thrust you fell of the edge screaming her name.

She wasn't done yet, she took out her fingers and put one to her mouth, tasting it, "Mmm, so sweet" she moaned, she put the other two fingers up to your mouth as she worked to sit between your legs, but you couldn't care less. "Try it" You opened you mouth and sucked on her fingers, groaning at the taste. "Yeah good I know right, can't wait for more" "Wait what do yo- OHHHhhHH" before you could finish, Wanda started devouring you, which you were not prepared for, Wanda was sitting between your legs and was sucking on your clit like a hungry infant, not only was her tongue going wild on you, her fingers she had just put in your pussy were slamming in and out and she took one and sucked on it. You tried to scream, but before you could Wanda took your clit between her teeth and bit down, feeling her teeth against your sensitive spot sent you to your climax, the only problem was you had no idea how.

You just fell in her arms, completely spent. Wanda crawled up and kissed you, leaning back against the wall with a smug look on her face. "Did you hear me, no more Agatha or anyone for that matter." "Yeah yeah, of course.." you mumbled as you lay comfortably in her arms. As you fell asleep, Wanda whispered in you ear,

"You're mine now detka."

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #dark wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #natasha romanoff #darcy x monica #darcy lewis #natasha romanoff x maria hill #jimmy woo #carol danvers #captain marvel #agatha harkness #first fic #possessive behavior

[untoldreader]

Into Wanda's World

Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary

The reader is drawn deeper into Wanda's reality-altering powers, experiencing the world as she perceives it

Warnings

None?

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As you ventured further into Wanda's world, the boundaries of reality blurred, giving way to a tapestry of vibrant colors and ever-shifting landscapes. The air hummed with energy as Wanda's powers danced around you, molding the fabric of existence to her will.

You found yourself standing in a picturesque meadow, bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun. The grass beneath your feet swayed gently, responding to the gentle caress of a gentle breeze. Flowers bloomed in a riot of colors, their petals seemingly alive with an ethereal radiance.

Wanda's voice echoed softly in your ears, her words carrying a sense of wonder. "Welcome to my world," she murmured, her voice imbued with a mixture of joy and melancholy. "Here, reality is but a canvas, waiting to be painted with the brushstrokes of imagination."

As you took in the breathtaking scenery, you noticed that the world seemed to shift around you, transforming effortlessly with Wanda's every thought. The meadow morphed into a bustling cityscape, its towering buildings reaching for the heavens. The city streets teemed with life as people went about their daily routines, their faces filled with contentment and purpose.

Wanda's powers manifested in subtle ways, bringing moments of delightful whimsy to the world around you. The streetlights twinkled with a playful sparkle, casting a warm glow that bathed the city in a dreamlike ambiance. Colorful butterflies flitted through the air, leaving trails of glittering dust in their wake.

In this altered reality, time became fluid, effortlessly bending to Wanda's desires. You found yourself transported to different eras, each one meticulously recreated with astonishing accuracy. You walked through the cobblestone streets of a quaint medieval village, the aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the nearby bakery. You marveled at the grandeur of a futuristic cityscape, where sleek hovercrafts soared through the sky, leaving streaks of light in their wake.

But amidst the wonder and awe, there were moments of introspection and sorrow. Wanda's world was not just a realm of pure joy; it also carried the weight of her past and the pain she had endured. As you explored further, you glimpsed fragments of memories and emotions woven into the very fabric of her reality.

In a quiet corner of the city, you came across a small park. A solitary bench stood beneath a weeping willow, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. As you approached, you noticed Wanda sitting there, her gaze fixed on a distant point.

Sitting beside her, you could feel the weight of her emotions. Memories of loss and heartache washed over you, mingling with a profound sense of longing. The world around you shifted, mirroring her melancholy. The colors dulled, and the sky darkened, as if reflecting the depths of her sorrow.

But even in moments of sadness, there was resilience and hope. As you reached out, offering a comforting presence, the world responded to your touch. The sky brightened, and the weeping willow transformed into a blossoming tree, its delicate petals embracing the air with a gentle whisper.

Wanda turned to you, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for being here," she whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "In this world of mine, you've become a part of something extraordinary."

With each passing moment, you grew more attuned to the complexities of Wanda's world, witnessing the depth of her powers and the emotions that fueled them. It was a testament to the strength of her spirit and the boundless potential of the human imagination.

But as captivating as this altered reality was, a part of you yearned for the embrace of the true world—the world that existed beyond the confines of Wanda's powers. And so, with a mixture of reluctance and curiosity, you bid farewell to Wanda's world, knowing that your journey was far from over.

As you emerged from the immersive experience, the memories of Wanda's world remained etched in your mind, a testament to the incredible power of perception and the limitless scope of human imagination. You carried with you a newfound appreciation for the beauty and fragility of reality, as well as the importance of embracing both the joys and sorrows that accompany it.

And so, with a sense of wonder and reverence, you ventured forth, eager to continue unraveling the mysteries that awaited you in the true world and the stories that would shape your own existence.

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The end of Chapter 4 marks a pivotal moment in your journey alongside Wanda Maximoff—a journey that has delved deep into the enigmatic realm of her reality-altering powers. As you move forward, the story will unfold, revealing new dimensions of Wanda's abilities and the impact they have on the world around her. Stay tuned for the next chapter, where new revelations await.

#marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #The Witch & Her Possession

[froottalks]

Shadows of Desire - Wanda Maximoff x male reader (Part 1)

[summary: reader is an artist and wanda is an owner of a bookshop, when their fates intertwine upon a chance meeting, something intimate begins to bloom between them, even as secrets about the reader begin to unravel.]

Masterlist

Part 1 - Enchanted Obsession

New York City's heartbeat echoed through its streets, a symphony of lights and shadows. Amidst the urban labyrinth stood "Whimsy Pages," a quaint bookshop owned by the beguiling Wanda Maximoff. Her laughter was a siren's call, a melody that beckoned souls from all walks of life.

(Y/n), a painter of enigma and shadows, entered her world with an unspoken yearning. Behind his cold exterior lay a curiosity that whispered of death and blood, a fascination he couldn't escape. Wanda's magnetic aura drew him like gravity, and every stolen glance fed the fire that raged within.

Their first encounter was brief, but it left an indelible mark on (Y/n). Wanda's eyes, a stormy blue that mirrored the depths of the ocean, met his inquisitive gaze. "Find something intriguing?"

He nodded, his voice a low rumble. "Words have a way of revealing secrets."

As days turned into weeks, (Y/n)'s silent visits grew more frequent. Every stolen smile, every casual conversation, stirred a desire he couldn't contain. His passion for his art, fueled by the darkness within, felt tamed by Wanda's presence.

One evening, as the bookshop closed its doors to the world, (Y/n) found himself alone with Wanda amidst the shelves. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows, and their conversation flowed as effortlessly as the wine.

"You're unlike anyone I've met," Wanda said, her fingers brushing against his.

He studied her, his gaze intense. "And what do you see?"

Wanda leaned closer, her lips a breath away from his. "A mystery... waiting to be unraveled."

"Doesn't it scare you?" He asked quietly, trying to keep himself from drowning in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

She looked back at him with a fiery intensity that matched his own even as she replied in an equally quite whisper that he would have missed if not for hanging onto her every word, "...No."

The air between them crackled with an electric passion, but (Y/n)'s possessive nature was a steady undercurrent. He imagined claiming her, making her his in every sense of the word. But he reigned in his darker desires, for now. Someone as exquisite as her deserved, to be treated as such.

The city's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with (Y/n)'s pulse as he returned to his studio that night. The canvas before him was a blank slate, waiting to be painted with the emotions that roiled within him.

But as his brush touched the canvas, it was Wanda's image that emerged, her eyes filled with curiosity and an undeniable allure.

Thoughts of her— none of them innocent, far from it in fact, filled his head as he slowly dipped the brush in the pain can.

He painted her with reverence, each stroke a declaration of his obsession. The red hues he used mirrored the passion that consumed him whenever he was near her. But as the image took form, so did his possessiveness, a need to claim her as his and his alone intensifying.

{Part 2}

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[anki-of-beleriand]

Taking care

Summary: Wanda was your special little girl, she just needed to realize for you to take what was rightfully yours.

Pairing: Daughter!Wanda Maximoff xStepmother!Reader

Warnings: Older Reader, young Wanda, not age specified, fingering (W receiving), Oral (W receiving), praise, controling behaviour, possessive behaviour, Wanda is a virgin on this one, dirty talk, sort of cheating. sort of Grey Reader.

Author's notes: In the spirit of Stepmother!Reader and Daughter!wanda, I decided to give it a try with some mentions of Nat. Do tell me if you like the story.

Please remember that English is not my mother tongue and this has not been edited. So forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Ever since you and Natasha got married, Wanda had been like a lost puppy around you. At first it was cute, she would come to you with her dark make up, her little skirt and black clothing trying to keep up the appearance of the rebel teenager while driving Natasha through the walls and making feel needy.

You didn't know if she did it on purpose or not, Wanda was a mystery to you ever since the both of you met. Natasha had told you the story of how she came to be under her care, and the tragedy surrounding her life. And while Wanda liked to act tough and difficult, while she loved creating mayhem around her, teasing girls and boys alike, getting drunk and smoking pot to drive Natasha mad while pretending to be a tough slut...you knew better.

Wanda was your little girl.

And she was as innocent as every teenage girl and young adult ought to be.

Whenever Natasha was not around, which was quite often, she would come to you shy and almost tentative, leaning into your touch and affection. You knew Wanda was needing something in her life, some kind of control and affection no one was capable to provide. No one but you.

So you started a tentative path with her.

It was innocent at first, since you knew she was following you around the house whenever she could you started brushing your skin against hers, whispering sweet praises in her ear while placing your hand carefully on her lower back bringing her closer. You went out with her buying her clothes and jewellery, enjoying movie nights all the while leaving featherlike touches on her skin, getting to know the places that made her submit to you without being too intimate in your touch.

Now, you were in love with Natasha. Yes. The woman was pure fire and your relationship with her was passionate.

But Wanda was...she was sweet.

Temptation.

A sin.

And you were willing to sin for her.

The breaking point was when she was back from college, Christmas break was usually the time of the year in which Natasha would always be at home. But that year an important business back in Ukraine made her stay behind, and it was only you and Wanda.

The young woman was in her room, she had spent most of her break in there and as you tried to find out her mood changes you realized it was something that had happened with that fucking idiot of a boyfriend she had gotten out of spite. Out of jealousy, out of you telling her no.

"Hey, princess, brought you chocolate with marshmallows, the way you like it." You furrowed your brows, Wanda looked away wiping the tears falling down her cheeks while trying to pretend everything was fine.

"Thank you."

You approached her sitting closer to her that was probably necessary, your hand went to her thigh while your other hand brushed away the strands of hair on her face. She was flustered, and there was sadness and need in her green eyes. You felt heat pooling down in your crotch, she was beautiful allright, innocent and so ready to be broken you had to contain to not press further.

"What happened, Princess?" You whispered tenderly, leaning in knowing how much she submitted to you when your lips are so close to her ear. "I don't like seeing you like this, and you have been sad since you got home. Is it because of Natasha?"

Wanda tensed scowling deeply while looking away, "no."

But it was one of the reasons why she was so mad, you pursed your lips your hand grabbing her jaw tenderly making her looked into your eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, for the very first time noticing just how close to her you were, how the hand on her thigh started drawing circles on her inner skin moving dangerously close to her core.

"Wanda, if you don't tell me what has you like this, I can't help. Tell me, Little Witch, what happened?" Wanda melted into your hands, her lips curling lightly under the nickname you only used whenver you were alone with her.

She had blushed so much that day, and you two had slept on the same bed as you whispered in her ear how she was magical, and such an amazing little girl, your Little Witch. It usually led to you placing sweet kisses on her face, your fingers and hands caressing her without making any real advances on Wanda. You knew by the end of the day, when she was fast asleep in your arms, that Wanda was highly aroused and ready to do anything you ask of her. But you were patient, and while you did touch her in her sleep, and discovered just how wet she got with your games, you needed to make sure Wanda would be yours forever.

Perhaps, now was the right time?

Wanda leaned nuzzling her face to yours, trembling as her hands went to your shoulders putting you closer.

"I just...Vis broke up with me." She whispered, you tensed clenching your jaw at the mention of the stupid boyfriend. Wanda's face fell leaning back she cup your face, trembling as her eyes locked with yours. "I'm sorry, mommy, I know you don't like hearing about him, I just..."

God, Wanda was going to be the dead of you.

"No, Little Witch, don't be sorry, I just...I would never want to see you cry for an idiot like him. He is the one who loses, Wanda, not you." You tried to offer a smile, but Wanda was already lowering her gaze with new tears in her eyes.

"He...He broke up with me because I didn't want to sleep with him."

Your stomach clenched at the revelation, your hand on her thigh grasped her making Wanda whimpered slightly, her cheeks burning under the touch while her face lifted up to yours.

"Then, he is even more of an idiot, and I'm so proud of you my Little Witch." You replied caressing her face, Wanda leaned into your touch. "No one should make you have sex with them unless you want to."

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, glancing down then up at you.

"What if...what if the person I want to...to..." Wanda blushed profusedly as she spoke, you were so close to her you could make out her features, the way her eyes darkened and you knew your patience was running thin. "What if the person I want to make love to me doesn't want me?"

You chuckled at her choice of words, she lowered her gaze but once more you lifted her face to yours with your free hand.

"Then, Little Witch, they are idiots and don't deserve you. Why would no one want to be with you?" You asked and almost froze at her next words.

"Mommy, do you want me?" She asked with such an innocence behind her features, with such a small tone of voice that you couldn't help but leaned in and sealed your destiny.

You could wait no longer.

Your lips crashed against hers in a heated kiss, Wanda melted right away letting out sweet whimpers while her hands wrapped around your neck putting your closer. Your hand on her thigh did her final travel all the way up until your were cupping her uncovered pussy.

"Fuck, Little Witch, why don't you have panties on?" You frowned keeping your hand on her bald pussy, Wands humping your hand holding onto your neck looking at you with a silent plea in her eyes.

"I was...I was hoping, mommy. I'm always hopping you will touch me, and...that you will love me the way you love mamma." She whispered back, and you groaned letting a single digit pressed on her clit.

Wanda bucked her hips throwing her head back, you leaned forward placing sweet kisses down her throat, nibbling and sucking making sure to apply the right preassure without leaving any mark.

At least, not for now.

"My little Witch, I love you so much...More than I love Mamma, and if we do this, Wanda, you are going to be mine." You growled out, taking her earlobe between your lips. "Do you understand what I mean? No one is going to be allowed to touch your little cunt, and you will belong to me in body and mind, Princess."

"Yes, mommy I am...I am yous always have...I..." Wanda could barely form words, your hand and fingers drawing lazy circles on her inner thighs, your lips nibbling teasingly on her skin. "I have never...you mommy, I'm yours."

You stopped all movement altogether, your eyes darkening at the almost confession. Wanda whinned when you stepped back, your eyes roaming on her body, dishevelled so debouched waiting for you to take her in ways you had only dreamt on. Your hand went to your shirt, unbuttoning your shirt.

"Take your clothes of, Wanda, I'm going to make you mine today, Princess."

It took her less than you thought it would for her to be naked writhing under you, she was so obedient lifting her arms above her head as your lips went down her body.

"Such a beautiful girl, baby. Mommy is going to possess you today and every day, until you're just a dumb little slut for her." You whispered loving the way Wanda begged to be just your dumb, little slut.

Today you would make her feel and experience what you could give, your lips curling up into a smirk, Natasha wouldn't be home in the next couple of weeks so you would have the time to mold her into your perfect little slut. But for now...

"Mommy!" Wanda scramed out, two fingers went right into her tight hole, you groaned out sucking on the skin on her hips curling your fingers inside her moving them in and out of her thight hole. You had to contained yourself when you realized she was tighter than normal, blood pouring faster, maiking your heart almost burst out of your chest.

"Wanda, you are so tight, little witch." You moaned out lowering your mouth. "I knew you were my little girl, baby. Only mine, to break, only mine to possess, only mine to love."

"Yours mommy, no one elses. I'm mummy's forever," She moaned out looking at you with big innocent eyes and you almost came with the sight.

"Mommy is going to make you feel good, baby, and then after you have recover, mommy is going to use her big cock to claim you completely."

Wanda whimpered again lifting her hips, throwing her head back just as your curled your fingers touching the spongy place inside her over and over.

"Would you like that, Little Witch? Mommy, fucking you with her big cock, staying inside you all night, even sleeping in you so I can use you all over again?"

"Mommy, mommy..." Your name came like a mantra and you knew Wanda was completely yours.

Leaning in your lips wrapped around her clit, your fingers moving faster and harder. She was screaming by now, her hand on your hair as you suck on her clit, sensing the tension in her body, how her inner walls suck you in deeper until she couldn't scream any longer, arching her back, jerking her hips cumming all over your mouth.

You smirked feeling her returned your kiss, tasting herself on you. Breathing hard she snuggled closer, your arms wrapped around her.

"Mommy, I'm yours, always have." She whispered palcing kisses on your neck and face. "Are you...are you mine?"

You chuckled shaking your head, Wanda's eyes dropped but you captured her lips into yours.

"I'm yours and mamma, Little Witch, you two are my special girls and mommy is going to make the both of you loved." You replied, Wanda seemed to think it over before nodding. "But you are my special girl this holidays, and I will enjoy our time together so rest, baby because after this I will buried my cock deep inside you and I won't stop until I am the only think you can think of."

Wanda let out a whine feeling as your fngers once more found her cunt, entering two at once.

"Go to sleep, little witch, let mommy take good care of you."

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

possessive!natasha who glares at anyone who dares even look in the direction of her girlfriend. flirty!wanda who only has eyes for her, but likes to rile natasha up sometimes so she flirts with the barista as they wait in line for their morning coffee. as soon as they get home, natasha fucks her rough with the biggest strap she owns while sucking dark hickeys all over wanda's neck, before kissing her softly and murmuring in that raspy low voice of hers, "now everyone will know that you're mine."

#charsgaythoughts #she's so fucking hot #possessive natasha my love #like yes please mark me up i can take it #wanda maximoff #wanda x natasha #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #marvel #mcu #wandanat

[olsenmyolsen]

Ummm I may have a request.

In the ultimate act of devotion, sorceress (reader) performs a spell to gift her heart to Wanda. Wanda shows up later to fully express her appreciation. I'm all for a possessive Wanda and a mildly obsessed reader. Maybe a happy-ish ending?

You were the first author I thought of, so I'd love to see what you could do with the idea. Only if it strikes you though!

Please? 🥺

~Anon

Ummm how did you know I was looking for a new Wanda idea???? I mean I have some stored up but omg I love this!! I know just the plot to use too!!! (Valentines Day!!!!!!!)

Also wait stop! You thought of me???

🥹🥹🥹 this makes me so happy thank you!! I’d love to write this! It probably won’t be for a couple of weeks but I will get to it!!!

#🥺anon #oneshot #anon asks #send anons #thanks anon! #possessive #possessive Wanda is sexy Wanda #wanda maximoff smut

[maximotts]

Thank you for reminding me that that kind of lube exists I’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫 The amount of fantasies I’ve had of Wanda being a sneaky sneak with it is….large. I can’t believe I forgot

(You won’t leave her if she’s the only one that can make you feel this way 💞💞💞💞)

Just wait until I tell y’all what cherry flavored thing Nat’s put on Wanda’s tits

I mean what who said that-

I feel like Wanda could either be a sneak with using it or she would tell you exactly what she’s doing, knowing that you’ll stay still and comply and take whatever she gives you. Because you want her bad enough you’re willing to do anything that’ll keep you in her bed longer…

Even if it’s being near painfully overstimulated while she “cleans you up” for the fifth time 🥰💖

#oh possessive wanda I love you so bad #anon asks. #answered.

[wndaswife]

thinking about possessive wanda and this scene 🫣🫣🫣

#rae rambles #possessive wanda is not talked about enough in infinity war

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

The gun was raising itself. It might have been your hands that were actually lifting it but there was nothing you could do to stop it from happening. You couldn’t even make yourself go slower. Instead, in a smooth and steady glide, you raised the gun towards your team.

They were ignorant of your actions, facing the opposite direction and trusting you to have their back. And you did! You wouldn’t ever hurt them on purpose. It was just right now you weren’t in control of your actions.

The witch had gotten you under her control back when the team had first landed the quinjet. Everyone had separated to spread out and cover more ground on your march to the castle and she had appeared from behind a group of trees in a flash of red. Before you could do more than aim your gun in her general direction, she had flared her fingers wide and a red sheen had overtaken you, tinting your vision and controlling your body.

You had fought her viciously at first but it was all for naught — the more you had struggled, the more control she had over you. It had been a quick and quiet fight but she had sent you after the team soon enough and they didn’t notice your struggle.

Now, with the castle under your control and almost everyone in the cells or cuffed, the team had relaxed enough to start calling in SHIELD to handle the aftermath — unknowing of the involuntary traitor in their midst.

The gunshot was loud and it was almost enough to drown out your internal screams. The blood was red and it was almost bright enough to be seen over the witch’s magic clouding your eyes.

Watching a member of your team fall to your feet in shock and injury, you didn’t see Cap’s shield come from his arms to strike you. But, fortunately, the black overtook the red and you hoped that when, if, you woke up that she would be gone from your head.

@febuwhump

A/N — any blank blogs that follow me are going to be reported then blocked. Pick a different profile pic and get a witty header or something.

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[untoldreader]

A Chance Encounter

Wanda Maximoff x fem reader

Summary

The reader has a chance encounter with Wanda Maximoff, who seems to hold the key to the town's secrets

Warnings

None?

Tag List

@alexawynters @tigerlillyruiz

As Wanda and I stood outside, the vibrant colors of Westview seemed to intensify, but the eerie atmosphere remained. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was deeply wrong with this place. Wanda's presence offered a sliver of comfort, a guiding light amidst the darkness of my lost memories.

"I'm grateful for your help, Wanda," I said, my voice filled with gratitude and uncertainty. "But I can't help but feel that I don't belong here. This town, these people, it's all so unfamiliar."

Wanda's gaze softened, her crimson hair gently swaying in the breeze. "I understand how confusing it must be for you," she replied, her voice carrying a comforting tone. "Westview is a peculiar place, and it seems to have a hold on you. But together, we can find the answers you seek."

With renewed determination, we began to explore the town, delving deeper into its secrets. As we walked through the bustling streets, I couldn't help but notice the townsfolk's fixed expressions and repetitive behaviors. It was as if they were trapped within a carefully constructed facade, unable to break free.

"Wanda, what's happening to these people?" I asked, concern lacing my words. "They seem trapped, almost robotic in their actions."

Wanda's eyes flickered with a mix of compassion and concern. "It's complicated," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "There's a force at work here, manipulating the reality of this town and its inhabitants. But we're going to uncover the truth and set them free."

As we continued our investigation, we stumbled upon an old library, its weathered doors beckoning us inside. The shelves were filled with ancient books, their pages yellowed with age. Wanda guided me to a specific section, where a book titled "The Enigma of Westview" caught our attention.

Carefully flipping through its worn pages, we discovered a hidden chapter, detailing the town's mysterious origins and the enigmatic power that held it captive. It spoke of a powerful entity known as "The Architect," who had the ability to shape reality and control the minds of others.

"The Architect," Wanda murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of determination and caution. "If we can find a way to confront this entity, we might be able to unravel the truth and restore Westview to its rightful state."

With newfound purpose, we set out to confront the enigmatic Architect, following the breadcrumbs of clues scattered throughout the town. Each step brought us closer to the heart of the mystery, but also deeper into the clutches of the Architect's influence.

As we reached the town square, the air crackled with an otherworldly energy. The buildings seemed to warp and distort, the townsfolk frozen in unsettling poses. And there, at the center of it all, stood the Architect, a figure draped in shadows with piercing eyes that seemed to pierce through reality itself.

"Wanda Maximoff," the Architect's voice echoed with an unsettling reverberation. "You dare challenge my domain? This town belongs to me, and you will never escape its grasp."

But Wanda stood tall, her powers surging within her. "I won't let you control innocent lives," she declared, her voice filled with unwavering determination. "Release them. Release us."

A battle of wills ensued, with Wanda using her formidable abilities to counter the Architect's manipulations. The very fabric of Westview trembled as their powers clashed, and it became clear that this confrontation would determine the fate of the town and its people.

As the battle raged on, memories began to resurface within me, like shards of a shattered mirror slowly piecing themselves together. Fragments of my past intertwined with the present, revealing a truth I had long forgotten.

With a final surge of power, Wanda shattered the Architect's hold on Westview, and the town began to transform before our eyes. The artificial cheerfulness melted away, replaced by genuine emotions and the faces of the townsfolk, no longer mere shadows.

With the threat vanquished, Wanda turned to me, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "You did it. You broke free," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Now, it's time for you to find your way back home."

As Westview returned to its normal state, I felt a sense of closure and gratitude. Wanda had not only helped me uncover the truth but also empowered me to reclaim my identity and rediscover my purpose.

With a heartfelt goodbye, I left Westview behind, forever grateful for the chance encounter that led me to Wanda Maximoff. The experience had taught me the power of resilience, the importance of friendship, and the ability to overcome even the most perplexing of mysteries. And as I stepped back into the world outside, I carried those lessons with me, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Is this all true or did Wanda just make us think this? Did we even actually leave Westview? ;)

Btw how did we like this one?

#marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #x reader #The Witch & Her Possession