forsakenmis

[forsakenmis]

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ Can't Escape

dark!Wanda X dark!Natasha X fem!Reader

Warnings: established kidnapping, breaking bones, degrading, mild electrocution, dub-con, non-con, bondange, face slapping, oral on strap on, gagging, fingering, strap on sex, cum-filled strap on, forced pregnancy and manipulation

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You stared at the clock on the kitchen wall as the second hand ticked away, anticipation and anxiety running through your veins as you sat in wait.

30 seconds. You thought about backing out. About abandoning your plan. It wasn't safe, not one bit. If you were caught....

10 seconds. No use in thinking like that. There was no telling when you'd next get the chance.

The second hand landed on the twelve and you jumped down from the stall and over to the living room window. It had been left unlocked because Wanda and Natasha had had to leave in such a hurry.

Their emergency missions and meetings never took the exact same amount of time, but you had to wait a full hour before you could leave so you knew they were far enough away to give you the needed time to get enough distance between yourself and your home.

No, not your home. Not even a house. It was a prison. You willed yourself not to start thinking of it fondly, not when you were about to leave it.

It was a considerably heavy window that took all of your little amount of strength to open. You hadn't exactly been underfed in your time with the two Avengers, but they weren't about to let you get strong either.

You tried not to look at the security cameras as you slipped out of the gap. There was no disabling them. You had tried before and suffered the consequences. They were too high to cover up too and you had no way of reaching them, not to mention they had further measures to stop you trying. Still, looking at those cameras would be like looking at Wanda and Natasha again, and you were terrified of what you would see staring back at you.

The moment both your feet hit the ground you faltered and questioned your decision again. You had been with the two for...you didn't even know how long it had been. Certainly long enough for you to come to fully rely on them for everything. Abandoning that would prove difficult, but you had to try.

You started at a sprint across the open field, heading straight for the woods at the back of the house. You weren't sure how far they went on for, but it seemed like the safest direction. At least there you had cover.

In a couple of minutes you got to the forest and allowed yourself to slow to a jog until you were fully submerged by trees and let yourself stop to rest. You had exhausted yourself entirely and had only been running on pure adrenaline; picturing the two women behind you as you ran.

You leaned against a tree and gazed back in the direction of the house. You couldn't see it from the layers of trees between you, but you could picture it perfectly.

You wondered how long it would be before Natasha checked the cameras. How long before they came back home and set off in your direction. Could you make it to a nearby town by that time? Would that even be safe?

You stood up fully and pushed yourself to go on. You had to try.

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Natasha and Wanda shot up from their chairs the moment the meeting was called to a close. A fucking false alarm. The assassin swore she was going to strangle Steve and Tony for calling the meeting, but knew she and Wanda could take that frustration out on you when they got home. It would be a lot more fun too.

She pulled out her phone as the pair speedwalked down the corridor in a concentrated silence and froze when she couldn't find you on any of the camera's live video.

Wanda gave her girlfriend a comfused look for stopping in the corridor but rusher forward when she saw the look across Natasha's face.

"What is it? What's happened to her?" She asked, hearing Natasha's conscious screaming your name while everything else was jumbled.

Natasha replayed the footage from the last few hours and saw the moment of your escape. Her jaw clenched as she shoved her phone back in her pocket and started out the building at twice the speed. "She's trying to leave."

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You had no idea how far you got. You alternated between running and walking for as long as your body allowed but eventually your sides were in pain and you had to stop to rest.

You stared in every direction and just as you were beginning to loose hope of finding a way out of the forest you caught caught glimpse of silver through the trees.

A fence. And a fucking tall one at that. It was around 50 feet away and you weren't sure how you would gather the strength to climb it.

You didn't get much of a chance to ponder that though. As soon as you got back up from the ground an all too familiar glow of red appeared above you. You shielded your eyes and staggered back, feeling the ground shake from the impact of Wanda landing a few feet away from you, her eyes glowing red in fury.

You spun around and saw the other redhead advancing towards you like she was on a war path. She was still in her suit and fully equipped with her Widow bites that were already lit up.

You sprinted as fast as you could towards the fence but your feet were thrown out from under you by a red force quicker than you anticipated. Despite that, you got back on your feet in an instant at the desperation to get over the fence, convincing yourself having the barrier between you would make much difference.

But once again, you underestimated the extent the pair would go to to keep you with them. It was you ankle that was the next target. Instead of swiping at it or sending sending blast of energy to knock you off balance, Wanda snapped it.

You cried out in agony at the sharp pain that shot through every nerve in your body. Tears sprung to your eyes and you whimpered as you weakly tried to kick yourself away with your able foot from the two figures looming over you.

"You couldn't possibly have expected that to work." Wanda mocked as she stared down at you in interest, her head tilting to the side as she considered you and searched your mind with ease.

In an act of pure desperation, you reached out to swipe for the knife Natasha kept on her lower calf but she fired a widow bite at your back before you could even get close.

You writhed beneath them as the combined pain of the stinging on your back and the piercing pain in your ankle attacked your body. It was times like that you cursed your high pain tolerance, you would much rather have passed out than endure it any longer.

Natasha chuckled darkly as you reached a hand out infront of you to pull yourself along the ground. You just needed to get any kind of distance between you because their presence was suffocating.

Wanda's boot pressed against your wrist threateningly and you didn't dare look up at her.

"Want me to break this too? I won't even have to use my powers for something so...fragile." She muttered as she applied more pressure to your joint. You whimpered in distress making her smirk down at you and take her foot away.

"Dumb whore really thought she could get away." Natasha spat as she grabbed ahold of the roots of your hair and pulled you across the forest floor. You whimpered more and tried to grab her hands to let you go but it was useless.

She knelt down beside you but didn't let go of your hair, instead using it to haul your head up making you realise she had brought you to the fence.

Your confusion was soon overruled by fear as you heard the sound of a faint buzz emitting off the fence and noticed there was thick wires spaced along the fence. An electric fence.

Oh no.

"What? You wanted to get to the fence, is this close enough for you?" Natasha taunted as she pushed your face dangerously close to the wire. You cried out as tears rolled down your face and you begged for her to not do it.

There was only a few centimetres between your face and the wire and the gap seemed to be closing quickly. Until Natasha yanked your hair back and threw you to the floor where you lay sobbing in defeat.

"Don't worry, malysh. We'll continue to take good care of you even if you want to be difficult. I hope you enjoyed it while you could, because after tonight you'll never want to leave us again." You brought your hands up to your head in some feeble attempt to shut her out but you could still hear them both laugh like you were some young puppy that kept falling over.

"No more mind games, darling." Natasha cooed as she stroked your cheek. You didn't even have the energy to move away anymore.

"No, it's going to be all you." Wanda assured before darkness overcame your senses and you passed out below the two.

*

When you woke up you were greeted by a complete lack of pain. It took you a few moments to gather your surroundings and remember what happened and when you did you flexed your previously broken ankle to find no discomfort. Equally, the buzzing on your back was gone.

What did get your attention was the metal cuffs holding your wrists against the bedframe and the cuffs attached to your ankles that joined underneath the bed to keep your legs spread wide open.

You were completly bare too, stripped of all clothing you had on and you guessed it would be a while before you got them back.

You barely had time to adjust to your surroundings before Natasha stalked into the room with Wanda close behind. Their eyes roamed your body and you went to close your legs and found you couldn't do so from the cuffs.

"Did you have a nice rest, printsessa?" Wanda asked in a sweet tone you didn't trust.

"You broke my fucking ankle!" You snapped and regretted it when you saw the dark look in Natasha's eyes.

"Even though you were an ungrateful whore Wanda still fixed it, don't think she won't break it again though." You pulled on the restraints as the two women stared down at you with hungry eyes.

They eventually pulled their eyes away to undress one another infront of you, sharing fleeting kisses as they did so.

"We have a surprise for you, malysh, you're going to love it." Wanda beemed as they turned away from one another to present their largest strap ons that had a little something extra you weren't aware of.

"And even if you don't, we certainly will." Natasha added menacingly.

You pulled more as they lurked towards you on either side of the bed. "Get the fuck away from me!" You whimpered, knowing you so desperatly already wanted to give in to them.

Natasha growled lowly and slapped you across the face suddenly. You heard the slap echo around the room before you felt the intense sting that reminded you so much of her Widow bites you were well acquainted with.

"After everything we do for you you still insist on speaking to us like that. It's okay, we won't give up on teaching you some fucking manners." Nat said as she straddled your face gracefully, the tip of her strap bumping against your lips you struggled to keep closed. "If you're not using that bratty mouth to thank your mommies you'll use it to prep our cocks for you." She squeezed your jaw and forced you to open your mouth for her to slid the tip of the toy in.

Nat didn't waste any time forcing the strap further into your mouth, soon meeting your gag reflex and surpassing it, revelling in the gags it brought out of you.

"You're much less of a brat when your choking on your mommy's cock." Wanda taunted as she stroked your soaking folds that betrayed you, gathering your spilled arousal on her fingers before pushing them inside you.

You whined and gagged as tears sprung to your eyes and clouded your vision. You could barely make out the shape of Natasha looming over you as she held your head in place once she had bottomed out the strap.

"It's okay sweet girl, just give in." Wanda cooed as she noticed you trying to shut your thighs while she worked her fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in a teasing manner.

You moaned loudly around Natasha's strap as she brushed your g-spot the pair could always find with ease. The redhead ontop of you smirked down at you as she took ahold of your hair and started thrusting her hips. You gagged and coughed around the strap more than you ever had before, tears now streaming down your face.

Wanda worked her thumb on your bundle of nerves as her fingers picked up their pace and had you cumming in no time. You trembled slightly on the bed as Natasha gave one final thrust and withdrew the strap too quickly for you to adjust to, making you cough even more.

You gasped for air and glanced around at your surroundings, knowing the pair were far from done but wanting some warning for what was coming next. Turns out you could never prepare for what they did.

Wanda spread your cum over her strap and aligned it with your entrance before stopping and looking at Natasha for approval.

"You go first, you had a bigger part in making them." Nat approved and you frowned. Wanda very rarely needed permission from the other redhead, something that always meant they were planning more than they let on.

"That won't fit." You whined as you stared wide eyed at the toy.

"Oh darling." Wanda chuckled darkly. "I'll make it fit." She edged the strap on into your pussy in a concentrated silence, watching eagerly as your folds parted to accomdate the intruder. You whined and pulled on the restraints again until Nat started kissing you passionately, her hand drifting down to rub small circles on your neglected button.

You could feel yourself stretching for the large toy and whimpered as Wanda continued, not giving you a break at any point to try and adjust. Your pussy ached as the strap sunk deeper, pushing against your walls and you having no way to stop it.

Just when you thought maybe it was in entirely, Wanda gave one final thrust and the strap thrust against the back of your pussy with so much force it was bruising. She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

"Your cunt's taking my cock so well, so desperate to be filled up by us." Wanda chuckled to hide her moans.

"She'll take every fucking inch she gets." Nat agreed as she pinched your nipples and licked up the side of your neck.

You were practically screaming everytime the strap hit the back of your pussy. Somehow Wanda was able to tilt the strap at the last moment every time to slam against your g-spot, like it was trying to break through a barrier.

With that, your orgasm built quickly and you were falling over the edge in no time. You moaned and cried out for Wanda. In that blissful moment everything toxic about them and your plans to get away were forgotten as you drowned in pleasure.p

A second after you came you felt a surge of liquid hit the back of your pussy and registered the fake cum (or so you assumed) from the strap. You couldn't help but shudder at the feeling and clench desperately around the strap as it was pulled out. They had used a squirting dildo before and admittedly you were hooked on it. You just didn't know how different that one was.

You fell limp against the bed and was vaguely aware of Wanda untying your cuffs and slipping behind you without her strap while Natasha was making her way towards you with hungry eyes.

You were far more aware of the Russian when she was holding down your thighs and positioning herself against your entrance. You whined lowly when the strap bumped against your clit before nudging your folds and parting them for it's swift entrance.

She watched you carefully as she sunk the first few inches in but your slightly pained and conflicted expressions were too much for her to ignore. While Wanda toyed with your nipples, Natasha thrust the rest of the strap into your soaking pussy and instantly set about a bruising pace.

You whimpered and moaned as the redhead pounded the strap into you relentlessly and watched you with a smug smile.

"You're just so fucking needy for us. Maybe we should have let her go, Wan. See how long it takes her to come crawling back to us." Natasha taunted as she punctuated each word with the snap of her hips. Wanda hummed in agreement as she bit and sucked along your neck.

"Shall we kick you out when we're done, sweetheart?" Wanda asked with faux sweetness.

"No...! Please don't!" You finally caved. "I wouldn't survive without you, I couldn't." Both women were thrilled with your response and as a reward they sped up their movements.

Their names fell from your lips over and over as your cunt clenched around the invading toy. It never failed to hit the hilt of your pussy and brushes against your most pleasurable spot, every movement made it brush some incredible nerve.

You couldn't believe the force Natasha was able to gather to drive herself into you with each thrust. Over and over. You began to loose your grip on the world around you.

You came with a scream of her name, clenching around the strap and gasping out for air. Your hips rolled, your back arched, your eyes clenched shut and you saw blanks as your pussy shuddered. You squirted your cum with a whimpered cry just as Natasha released her own, your now stretched hole allowing some of it to dribble down around the strap and onto the bed.

You lay against Wanda as you panted heavily and felt a sudden wave of tiredness. The Sokovian moved you both onto your sides so she was spooning you as Natasha took off the harness and slipped into bed besides you. She pulled the duvet over your naked form and stroked the hair away from your eyes before wrapping her arms around you too.

"We're going to take such good care of you and the baby." Wanda cooed.

"What baby?" You asked, eyes widening in fear.

"Our baby, malysh." Natasha said as she kissed your neck. "We'll take a test in a couple weeks and if it's negative..." She seemed to ponder the thought with a frown.

"We'll just keep trying." Wanda finished for her.

"I don't want a baby." You protested, finally catching on to what had happened.

"Oh sweet baby." Natasha chuckled condasendingly as she rubbed small circles on your stomach. "You don't get a choice."

"You'll have one soon." Wanda promised as she gazed down at your stomach and ran her fingers over it too. "And you're not going to run away if you're carrying a baby, are you?" She asked, knowing the answer better than you did.

You whimpered at your harsh reality and truth of her words. There was no way you could endanger the life of your baby.

You felt numb as the two women continued to caress your stomach and you lay still and let them. It was in your best interest to give in to the the soon-to-be mothers of your baby. After all, they knew best.

[forsakenmis]

milf wanda or nat seeing me hitchhiking and offering me a ride. the darker the better bestie 👻 ( featuring an SUV )

warnings (18+ only): noncon, innocence kink (?), car sex, mommy kink, oral sex on strap-on

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you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3

you huffed and rose to your feet. the girl you considered your best friend thought it would be a good idea to kick you out of the car to teach you how to fend for yourself. you had walked two miles and needed to take another break. when you had rested up, you realized there was no way you’d get home on time by walking. there was only one thing left to do, hope that someone would be kind enough to take you home.

most cars drove past you, paying you no mind. you could’ve called someone if anyone was willing to come to get you, but that wasn’t the case. finally, a black porsche cayenne slowed to a stop right in front of you.

the tinted passenger side window lowered, revealing an older red-headed woman. “need a ride, sweetheart?”

“yes please…” you trailed off, waiting for the woman to give you her name.

“natasha.”

“natasha.” you nodded, entering the vehicle. “i’m y/n.”

she hummed in acknowledgment, pulling back into the road once you had shut the car door. the drive was fairly silent, except for the business call natasha had to take. you had figured she was wealthy because of her car and the nice suit she had on, but it seemed like she had more money than you could’ve imagined.

“we missed the exit.” you piped up, breaking the silence.

“no, i didn’t.” natasha replied sternly. she reached over and placed one hand on your knee. “this is the way back home.”

“but my house-”

“no, baby. this is the way to our house.” your eyes widened in fear when you noticed that you couldn’t open the door.

“wait-”

“you talk way too much, honey,” natasha interjected. her hand traveled back to her lap and unzipped her slacks. she pulled out the strap-on she had been packing the entire day. “put your mouth to better use and suck mommy’s cock.”

natasha rubbed the back of your neck before lowering your head towards her lap. “go on, sweetheart. i know you can do it.” you didn’t budge, shaking your head before trying to move away. “either you open up or i’ll open that filthy little mouth for you.”

you hesitantly parted your lips and took the toy into your mouth. “see, that wasn’t so hard. everything works out for the best when you’re a good girl for mommy.”

natasha pushed your head, guiding your mouth farther down the toy. “it’s like you were made to suck mommy’s cock, you’re taking it so well.”

you tried pulling away when the car came to halt, assuming that you had reached your destination. “oh no, sweetie. you’re gonna keep sucking until you’ve gotten mommy ready for your pussy.” she mocked, keeping your head in place. “we’re only at a red light, there’s still fifteen minutes until we get home.”

[forsakenmis]

this is a misunderstanding i swear 😩 it was a statement of disgust

@marvelstanjail @s7uts, @forsakenmis and @emilyprentissslut are being BAD

[forsakenmis]

ive spent weeks doing finals and stressing over a potential fic to just give up and start writing the prequel to chd

if anyones interested in a mrs x mrs romanoff (mr and mrs smith remakeish), maybe you'll be lucky soon. I couldn't decide if i wanted to make it a dark fic or not :(

#dark!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel

[forsakenmis]

is there anyway we can get a sequel to after the snap where we see wandas reaction to the reader leaving 👀👀

👀👀👀👀

I was thinking of it but I’m also thinking of working on a sequel for CHD with Nat next but I’ll def put it on the list

Glad you liked it though 🥰🥰

#asks

[forsakenmis]

After the snap

Summary: Wanda was snapped away. You, on the other hand, remained and had moved on. You moved out of the country, started a new job, and had even gone on a few dates. Then everyone came back and suddenly a familiar witch was knocking on your workplace door.

Pairings: Top!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: dark!wanda, oral (r receiving), strap, public sex, posessive wanda, mummy kink

You’d long put away the shield (so to speak) and were at a point that going back to everyone just seemed so jarring. Maybe you didn’t want to believe it wasn’t true. After five years of grieving, of building a new life, and suddenly everyone’s just….back.

Wanda was back.

You knew it was wrong to have not contacted her. For her, it must seem like yesterday that you were whispering your plans about eloping, but that was five years ago. You moved on. Found someone else. She was nice, sweet, normal. She worked as a custom officer but she could spend hours and hours talking about all these topics that fascinated you.

She also was very predictable and normal.

Admittedly, your relationship hadn’t quite been defined. You suspected she was seeing other people, keeping her options open, and you weren’t sure how long you two were going to last but you were enjoying the time that you had together.

On top of that, you had a job at a bookstore that paid your rent. Sure, it wasn’t as flashy as it was back then but you liked being surrounded by all the books, some new and some falling apart. You spent a lot of pride restoring the latter in the back. You never had much of a chance to read before everything happened, your life was mostly spent trying to make sure everyone didn’t die.

Your abilities were healing based and that was more useful than you had initially thought when you first met them all. In fact, you thought you were awfully inadequate compared to people like Steve Rogers, Thor and Wanda Maximoff. But your time was kept filled to the brim.

Your only time to relax was your time with Wanda.

It had started off innocent enough. She used to stay with you after you finished up in the medic bay. She’d have dinner with you. Admittedly, you were pretty sure she didn’t have many other friends in the complex. Then it grew until she was fucking you every chance she could get. How else would either of you relax?

But that was a long time ago. You were done with that life. You weren’t the same person anymore. You ran and started a new life and not even the idea of Wanda could make you go back and maybe she was just that–an idea.

You were confident none of them would find you. Natasha couldn’t. You knew she had been trying to track you down like she had for Clint but no one came knocking on your door. So if they couldn’t, you were pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to find you either.

You’d just closed shop, the sunset streaming through the shutters covering the windows, and were taking stock. It had been a quiet day, but it was always quiet on a Tuesday so you had easily reached the predicted quota. The one downside was your boss, but he was only around once a week.

He was the kid of some millionaire who was trying to be hip and all that. So he opened some urban bookstore but he was too busy partying to actually stay on top of the business. Which is fine-you liked that arrangement. You’ll keep the shop running and he’ll never be up in your business. It worked without a bump in the road.

You were nearly done for the day, all you had to do after was–

The bell attached to the door trinkled. Someone had walked in. It was nearly half past, well past closing, so surely your boss would understand if you told whoever it is to leave. You were behind the shelves, you couldn’t see who had walked in. They weren’t making a lot of noise. Some people just had that soft touch, usually women.

Coming out to the front, your mouth already opening to ask them to leave, your words died in your throat.

Wanda.

Your eyes were frozen on her face, her eyes, those big doe eyes that always drew you in. She was smiling, an expression full of relief, and she was taking you in, grazing your body, before she moved forward to close the distance.

You stepped back.

Frozen with the air changing. Heavier, like you could feel the gravity pulling you down. Her light, happy, expression melted off and confusion replaced it.

“Wanda,” you said, wanting to cut her off, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t listen to her. She’d want you to come back. Five years for you, a few days for her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You may as well have slapped her.

“Shouldn’t be here?” Wanda repeated and you closed your eyes. For the first time in years, you heard her voice. That voice that whispered to you in your dreams. A voice you thought you could hear every time you were alone. “I think I’m exactly where I need to be.”

When you opened your eyes again, you jumped, she was right there. You didn’t even hear her footsteps. “Wan–” you began but then her lips were on yours, her tongue sliding into your open mouth and you grunted in shock. You didn’t kiss back but you didn’t push her off either. You froze. You let her tongue be pushed down your throat as her hands slid onto your cheeks.

Her thumbs beginning to rub small circles into your skin pushed you back into action, your hands going to hips to shove her off you hard enough that she stumbled back a few steps.

“Wanda, I can’t,” you hissed out. “It’s been five years. I…”

“Why aren’t you happy then?” Wanda asked, bewilderment splashed across her face and almost instantly did guilt wash through you. Like you were betraying her somehow. “I was gone for five years, and now I’m back. Why didn’t you come back? Surely, you didn’t move on that easily?”

With that, the guilt was gone.

“Easily?” You hissed out, your hands balling into fists, “don’t come into my shop and–”

You stopped. It was no use getting angry. Your sentences always fumbled into one elongated word that no one could ever understand. “You have no idea what the five years have been like,” you snapped and she tilted her head, just slightly, but enough that a cold chill went down your spine. “You shouldn’t have looked for me. I’m not interested in going back to the avengers. I moved on.”

With that, you turned on your heel to go behind the desk, tapping away at the register. Maybe if you ignored her, she’d get the hint and leave.

“So you developed an attitude?” Wanda remarked and slid her hands into the woollen cardigan that...you knitted her. You frowned when you made the connection. You spent hours labouring away at it. It wasn’t that good, the colours were awful, but she rarely took it off. “Seems we have to start at square one again.”

You frowned. You seem to be doing that a lot. You could already see the wrinkles beginning to form on your forehead. Why wasn’t she listening to you? “I’m seeing someone,” you blurted out as the cash register popped open loudly and Wanda’s face went blank as she registered what you just said. “A girl. She’s nice.”

You weren’t sure if you just signed this girl’s death certificate.

You kept eye contact with the Sokovian and even when her face morphed into a cold fury you hadn’t seen since the civil war. Her expression was tight and it almost looked like she was trying to hold herself back.

“I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a moment, “I...I know this can’t be easy for you either. I know it must seem like last week that...well. You know. I just...that life is over, for me at least. I hope you can understand.”

Wanda was silent. She was being too silent. She didn’t say anything, she stood there watching you, and you were too nervous to say anything else or make the next move. Maybe, hopefully, Wanda wouldn’t even say anything else, just walk out. Resent you for the rest of her life. It was better that way.

Instead she walked around the register and your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Wanda-”

“Shut up,” she hissed, her hand whipping up to grab your jaw. Your hands shot up to her wrists and she dragged you forward, closer to her face. “Do you really think I’d let you give up on us this easily? That I’d let you whore yourself out to some girl off the street?”

You didn’t say anything but your glare said enough.

“I trained you so well. I spent years breaking you in, years loving you, and you treat me like this? Like I’m just some common bitch you can throw onto the street?” Wanda’s tone didn’t match her words. Her tone was soft, almost a coo, sounding more disappointed than angry. You almost wished she was more angry than disappointed.

Her lips were on yours again and her hand moved to the back of your head, her teeth biting down into your lips and you groaned at the sharp pain, giving her entrance back into your mouth.

A hand went down between your legs, rubbing, and you instinctively opened your legs. Your body remembered her. Remembered her scent. Everything.

Wanda hummed in approval and soon you were being pushed onto the counter. She broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at you, her hands beginning to rub the inside of your thighs. “Just one night,” she whispered, her expression already having smoothed out, as if that kiss, your touch, was all she needed. “One night with me and if you still want me to leave by the end of the night...well, I’ll leave you alone. Forever. Even if you change your mind. Even if you come crawling back, begging.”

You doubted her. Something in the back of your mind didn’t believe her. On anything. You were pretty sure she wanted you to beg. Your hands were shaking and you gulped. Everything about this reminded you of when you were last happy. Like you were back in the avengers tower where nothing was going wrong.

Her lips were on yours again and her hands soon began to pull at your skirt, ripping them off you with ease, to find nothing but your bare cunt for anyone to see. You jerked up when her hand slammed against it, slapping it. Once, twice, three times, four. “You dirty little whore,” she whispered, “you let anyone and everyone see this, didn’t you?” She slid a finger into your folds and your bottom lip trembled.

“Wanda…” you whispered, feeling your own walls beginning to crumble. Maybe one night wasn’t so bad. One night. One indulgence.

“It’s mine tonight,” Wanda confirmed before suddenly her hands were on your waist and flipped you around and your stomach slapped onto the desk, taking away your breath, leaving you gasping. “You said I didn’t know what happened. In the past five years. You’re right, I don’t, but you’re going to tell me. Tell me everything I missed. If you leave anything out, and I know when you do sweetheart, I’ll stop. Understand me?”

“Yes,” you breathed out as you felt her mouth in between your legs, her tongue lapping at your clit and your back arched as you tried to push more of yourself into her. Soon, it started spilling out. What you did the first few months, how you struggled to get out of bed, how you travelled the world. Therapy. Everything. Her tongue didn’t stop, in fact the more you spilt, her tongue sped up, making you wetter and wetter by the second. “I couldn’t get you out of my head,” you mumbled by the end of it, “I found her. She was everything you weren’t. Mundane. Boring.”

Your stomach was tightening, that tempting release building and building, so expertly brought on by the way Wanda devoured you, the way she breathed onto your throbbing clit, the way her tongue teased your gaping entrance. When you stopped, she pulled away and you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from cursing.

“Such a good little whore for me,” Wanda purred, her hand falling in between your slit to rub your clit and the moan that left your mouth sacrificed any and all self respect that you might have been clinging onto. “This is where you belong isn’t it? Bent over for mummy. I treat you so well, don’t I?”

Two fingers dipped into your already gaping entrance pushing them in and out. “I think you deserve a little reward,” Wanda hummed out, “for being so honest with mummy.”

You didn’t have much long to prepare before you felt a strap push into your entrance and you gasped in a sharp breath, your eyes bulging and your body pressed forward. Wanda didn’t push into you completely, only pushed the tip in and out, focussing on the one area.

In truth, that was worse than if she shoved into you completely. You were forced to focus on that one area, not get that relief if she were to push in deeper, and it was as if she was grabbing at every inch of your mind, forcing you to feel nothing but that tip dipping in and out of your body.

“Tell me…” she whispered, her hands coming onto your waist to grip them, nails digging into your skin, “tell me where you belong, baby girl. Who you belong to. Look at you, five years without me and you still get so wet for me. I go in so easily. Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to leave you again.”

“W-w-” you choked out and you took in a breath, trying to contain the moans slipping out of your mouth, “you said one–”

Her hand slammed down onto your bare ass and you jerked forward. Still, she didn’t go deeper, didn’t give you what you wanted. Still, you didn’t verbalise this. Your skin was stinging and your fingers reached up to hang onto the edge of the desk.

“Answer my question, don’t make me treat you like a common whore,” Wanda hissed, pulling out completely just to thrust back in, shoving more of the shaft inside of you, ripping your walls open, but then she pulled back to just the tip again.

Then the doorbell rang again and it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice cold water all over your body. Your vision was already blurring by this point but you could see her outline, the blonde hair, standing at the door.

Wanda slammed into you, bottoming out, and a scream shot out of your lips, whilst her hands were in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck was straining. She could see your face, see every expression you pulled as Wanda began to fuck you without restraint.

“If I were you,” Wanda’s voice broke through your moans and screams, icy cold and calm despite the way she was beginning to thrust inside of you, “I’d leave and never come back. If you knew what was good for you, you’d wipe my girl from everything. Phone, address, memories.”

You couldn’t hear what she said, you could hear her voice, but unlike Wanda, it was all a garbled mess. Even in this state, Wanda’s words were in absolute clarity. You watched her leave. The door clicked shut and you swore you could see red mist at the door, locking it.

Wanda bent over you, pressing down onto your back, lips pressing against your neck, sucking and nipping, her hips still pushing inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm that was tightening at the base of your stomach.

Then her movements slowed until she was completely still, her strap still inside of you, your walls wrapped around it, clinging to it.

“Much better, just us,” Wanda whispered as she nipped at your earlobe and you moaned. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? No, I couldn’t dream of letting you go, not when you’re such a good girl for me. I’ll take you with me and I’ll give you the life you want. A normal life, where no one will ever hurt you. You can read all you want. Forget the world outside. Just us two, together.”

“Mummy,” you whispered and you could feel her body vibrate as she hummed in approval. “Mummy, please.”

“Tell me where you belong,” she whispered back as she began to move her hips again.

“With you, mummy, under you. I missed you so much,” you whispered, “I belong to you. I always have.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know you did,” Wanda whispered before she stretched up and her hands went to your elbows, pulling you up from the table before she began to rail you. Sharp thrusts, slamming into you again and again, and tears began to burn the back of your eyes as pleasure began to roll through you. “You're going to cum for me like a good girl. Then you’re going to lie on this table to wait as I go pack your bags. You live above this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mummy,” you choked out as your orgasm was already threatening to flow through you. You could feel your own juices dripping down your thighs and you knew that your boss would be walking in to find an absolute mess.

“And then we’ll leave. Together.”

“Together.”

It wasn’t long until you felt like you were choking on your breath, your stomach twisting and churning, your legs trembling, and it was Wanda keeping you up. Otherwise, you would have collapsed onto the table, even the ground.

Soon, you felt it. Felt that blissful euphoria that often put you to sleep wash over you in intense waves that made your toes curl. Wanda was laughing, quietly, as she felt you come undone around her strap. “That’s it, baby girl, let it all go. Good little whore.”

She slid out of you with a pop and you groaned, the disappearing sensation already sorely missed. “Mummy, please, I still need you…” you mumbled, your words drowsy and reality was folding inwards around you as you felt your body hit the table again.

“I’ll be back, in just a moment,” Wanda whispered into your ear before her warmth disappeared and you could hear her moving through the store and up the creaky stairwell. Then your eyes slid open and you took in a deep breath as you began to move. Pushed off the desk, your legs sore and shaky but stable, and you looked for the skirt, long discarded. You knew you only had a small amount of time before she realised or, god forbid, heard you. Pulling the skirt up you grabbed only your wallet, didn’t even dare grab your phone and risk being tracked. You can get a burner if need be. You knew it’d be difficult, if she found you here, then she’d be able to find you wherever you went but...maybe she’ll give up.

You didn’t go through the front door, not with the bell, but there was a small door leading out to the back. Your footsteps were silent as could be, and your heart was beating in your chest. One wrong step and she could hear you. You could hear the banging doors, even her humming, but she didn’t stop.

Soon, you were in the back alley, with nothing but overflowing bins and a motorbike there. Yours. The only thing you kept from Stark. Faster than anything you could buy in a store. You hated riding with a skirt, let alone with these shoes, but what choice did you have?

You only had so much time to run.

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Masterlist

Just to make everything organised. I'm going to be updating this as much as I can (hopefully each time I post something) but if anyone notices I'm missing something, just let me know.

This is a work in progress, so things might change 🤧

Guideline

*- Smut

** - Dark Fic

Wanda Maximoff

Calming her Down **

After the Snap **

This is an 18+ blog so please, don't interact if you're a minor.

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Who I write for and other things

Who do I write for?

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Bucky Barnes*

Steve Rogers*

Carol Danvers

Diana Prince (DCU)

Valkyrie

Thor*

* = Only when inspiration hits me or I like a request. Mostly write for fem characters.

What do I write?

Smut

Dark fics

Ftm fics

fxf mostly

Angst

y/n inserts

long fics

blurbs / hcs

bottoms (I'm not a big top writer)

What do I not write?

Fluff / Non smut (If I were to write anything like this, it would be separate from this blog)

No character will ever be a minor, so no pedo stuff

No piss, vomit etc

Incest

Here's the thing-this might change depending on mood/the hc but the last section will remain consistent. Also this is a reminder that this is an 18+ blog. Clearly I cannot stop you from reading and accessing my blog (though if I know you're under 18 then I will block you) but please respect my boundaries. I'm not comfortable interacting with you.

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Calming her down

Title: Calming her down Pairing: top!Wanda Maximoff x female!reader Rating: 18+ Incredibly NSFW Warnings: Dark Wanda, kind of non-con, strap on, fingering, mummy kink, post-WV finale so spoilers if you haven’t seen it. also i haven’t editted it so beware grammar and spelling mistakes. Word count:  4215 words

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Calming her down

Title: Calming her down Pairing: top!Wanda Maximoff x female!reader Rating: 18+ Incredibly NSFW Warnings: Dark Wanda, kind of non-con, strap on, fingering, mummy kink, post-WV finale so spoilers if you haven’t seen it. also i haven’t editted it so beware grammar and spelling mistakes. Word count:  4215 words

It had taken far too long to track her down. Why they asked you to do it, you weren’t really sure. It’s not as if you and Wanda ever really talked, or even made eye contact, during the years as an avenger. Yet you were given the task of pulling her back onto the rails, rails she’s apparently veered pretty badly. You really think Doctor Strange, the Gandalf of wizards, would be a lot better at handling her than you would be. Or even Clint, the guy who was her mentor. But no-no one wanted to reach out to her, even though they spent years arguing that she needed to be supervised. You could go on for days how you being the person being sent is the most ridiculous idea they could have had.

You weren’t even a super, or an avenger, you started off as a shield agent who was then thrown into Stark Industries as Tony’s intern. Fury wanted an in and you were that in. Then everything went bottoms up and you became a slightly more valuable member of the group. Support, really.

After the snap, you just wanted a stable life. A normal life. By the time they contacted you to do this, you’d applied to a college. No, a university. In Australia, which was far, far away from New York. The briefing was simple. Wanda, left to her own devices in her time of need, went to try to handle her own grief after stealing Vision’s body from S.W.O.R.D. You were being asked to go try to talk some sense into her. Then, within the week of you repeatedly saying no, it turned out the head of S.W.O.R.D. was a bastard which you could have seen coming from a mile away, and Wanda was god knows where.

They promised you they’d leave you alone after this.

So you said yes.

What could go wrong?

You were still asking herself that three weeks later when you were sitting there still trying to find out where exactly she went. Wanda wasn’t going to be easy to find, especially considering she didn’t want to be found but you did it. It was four in the morning when you finally narrowed down a list of ten possible locations that she could be in. You were too tired to even crack a smile, you fell back onto your bed to sleep.

Your celebration was sleep for by the next morning, you were trekking across the world and came to the outskirts of a property with the view of the mountains. Pretty, sure, but you didn’t think Wanda was here for the view.

It was eerily quiet when you walked up to the door. That type of quiet they put into horror movies before they pulled out a jump scare. You didn’t trust it. Then again-not that there was anything around to make noise. Wanda could be asleep, as maybe all this isolation has meant she’s forsaken a body clock.

Still-you trusted it as much as you could lift Mjollnir and you couldn’t even make it shift.

The curtains were closed, you couldn’t see anything as you walked up the two steps and you had to stop your hand from hovering over your handgun. It would have been more of a self assurance. You couldn’t dream of winning against Wanda in a fight, both of you would be aware of that, but you couldn’t exactly imagine she’d be that trusting of you if you walked in holding a gun. So you fiddled with the watch around your wrist, it was a gift from Tony years ago.

You could have brought reinforcement, sure, but that seemed like a moot point considering you were trying to gain her trust, somewhat. The reinforcement would have been S.W.O-oh whatever, sword, you don’t have the time for formality. And sword made such a huge mess of it the first time round so you didn’t think they were going to help this time round. You tried calling Clint, but he was busy, apparently. Too busy to pick up your calls.

This was definitely a suicide mission.

You knocked three times with the back of your knuckles and listened, trying to hear any hint of movement.

Nothing.

You knocked again. Knock. Knock. Knock. Not even a creak.

Maybe she was asleep or maybe, dare you say it, had gotten it wrong. God, you’d hate for some old man to swing the door open.

Your hand dropped to the handle, going to test the lock, but then it swung open and if it wasn’t for your own instincts, you would have stumbled forward.

Wanda.

Your eyes slammed onto her face and, for the first time in years, you fumbled. She looked different, way too different for your liking, she looked older since Tony’s funeral. Mature. More confident in herself. You could think of a different million ways to describe her in that split second.

She’d always been pretty before but this Wanda was…gorgeous. This Wanda could also read minds.

You cut your thoughts short and took in a slight breath. Wanda wasn’t saying anything and her only acknowledgement was the slight hook of her brow.

“Wanda,” you began before forcing a smile onto yourself, “long time no see.”

“So they sent you, of all people,” Wanda remarked and you made a face. Sure-she was right but that was, quite frankly, rude.

“They suggested I come and I wanted to come,” you lied, “to see how you were doing...okay, look, I know we never talked. Or interacted. I know that. I was probably not the most open to you as I could have been.” Wanda was continuing to stare at you. She was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. A shirt that arguably was one size too small for her. You weren’t really sure what to say, if you were honest, you’d spent so much time trying to find her, tracking her down like a puzzle, that you forgot to plan for this interaction.

“But I like to think we were on good terms,” you continued. Worst thing she could do was close the door in your face and you were more than happy to camp outside. “Enough that you’ll hear me out. I heard about your book, the darkhold–” That’s when you got a reaction out of her. Her eyes narrowed, growing even colder, and you could see her grip tightening on the door. “–we need to talk. Please-just let me in. I’m not going to fight you. We both know I can’t do that.”

You were keeping your thoughts clear. You didn’t want her reading you.

After a second, Wanda swung the door open wider and let you in.  

Your eyes scanned the room the moment you entered the threshold, looking for all the exits, before you turned back to Wanda. Wanda, who had closed the door, and had started walking towards you, close enough that you took a step back but found yourself hitting the back of a table.

Now that she was right up in your personal space, close enough that you could smell the soap she was using. Your heart was beating now.

“So you came for the book?” She asked, staring down at you. She was only a couple of inches taller than you but it may as well have been more.

“No, I came here to help you. And I know that book isn’t helping you, no matter how much you think it is. Wanda, that book is dangerous,” you said, gaining enough courage that you pushed yourself off the table to step forward, getting into Wanda’s space just as she was in yours.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Wanda remarked but she didn’t move. “You’re as bullheaded as you used to be, never knowing when a fight was too big for you. I remember all those times Nat and Steve had to throw themselves on the line because you’d done something reckless.” “That’s rich coming from you.” “I could protect myself,” Wanda snapped back. “So where are they? The rest of them. The people that said they were my family. Were you all that they had?”

You clenched your teeth. Don’t say the truth. “They wanted a woman’s touch with it,” you lied. “There isn’t that many of us who were close to you back then anymore.”

It was really only Nat and maybe Pepper who were close to Wanda. Both were a little preoccupied as of right now (for different reasons) to come knocking on Wanda’s door.

“A woman’s touch?” Wanda echoed, saying it in a way that made you clench your teeth. It was a raspy whisper. “And what, may I ask, would that entail?”

With the way she said it, you were pretty sure that Wanda wasn’t meaning it in the same way you were. Albeit, your meaning was rather off as well. In that you had no idea what that would entail either.

Wanda must have realised this and took a step back. “I suggest you leave,” she said and you hesitated before shaking your head.

“I won’t do that,” you said and she frowned. “They asked me to calm you down–”

“Calm me down?” She repeated, pronouncing each syllable, and it was as if the temperature dropped ten degrees. “Calm me down.” Then she smirked and it made you roll back on your heels.

“As long as you have that book, yes,” you said, “how about this–I take the book and then I go. You’ll think more rational without it, Maximoff, you know that. Deep down. You’re smart, Wanda, smarter than anyone ever gave you credit for. Besides Vision–”

“Don’t say his name,” Wanda snarled and suddenly she was in front of you again, hand around your throat, “do you understand me? He doesn’t exist here, not with you around.”

You didn’t really know what she meant but you ran with it and nodded. Her hand was tight and your airway was becoming a little too blocked for your liking.

She stared down at you, her eyes hard and cold, but then they softened and her grip loosened but they still didn’t leave your skin.

“You know, I might have pursued you back then, if it wasn’t for him,” Wanda began and you blinked. What? “You were everything I liked in a girl. Besides your recklessness….and stubbornness...but I think I can deal with that pretty easily.”

“Wanda, I’m flattered, really, but how about we focus,” you said, carefully, deciding to take that with a grain of salt and then over analyse it at three in the morning. Like how could you be cock blocked by a bloody robot? “Just give me the book and I’ll leave you in peace. I’ll make sure no one comes looking for you–” “You can’t promise me that,” Wanda remarked before she dropped her hand to take a step back. Then she looked you up and down. “You said they wanted you to calm me down, right? How about I keep both you and the book.”

You would like to say you were able to fight back. Prevent Wanda from knocking you out. But you were gone by the time she finished her sentence.

----

When light streamed into your eyes, the first thing you registered was the soft pillow underneath your head. Then you felt the rest of the bed and your eyes sprung open.

Your legs were bent up and out, Wanda’s red mist wrapped around your ankles and knees to keep them up. Meanwhile, your wrists were stuck to the headboard. Then your eyes rested on….Wanda?

Transparent Wanda reading that bloody book. You swear to god-you’ll burn that book the moment you get your hands–

“You’ll do no such thing,” Wanda’s voice cut through your apparently rather loud thoughts. You turned your head, trying to find her, and there she was in the doorway, sipping a cup of tea, watching you. Then she kicked off it and moved into the room and slid the mug onto a table before coming to the bed. “Maybe I’ll let you hold it one day as I read it.”

“I don’t...I don’t understand, Wanda, let me go,” you whispered as you began to struggle, pulling on the restraints again and again, but they weren’t budging. Neither was Wanda.

“I don’t think I want to,” Wanda hummed as she pushed herself onto the bed, “you see, I lost everything. My brother, Vision, Nat, Steve, my two boys, then Vision again. I lose every single family I ever have. Maybe this time I’ll succeed. I’m trying to find them, you see, with the book. Find them and pull them out. We can live here, happy, away from everyone.”

“We’ve done this story before Wanda, it didn’t–” “This time will be different, I’ll be more powerful, I won’t mess up this time,” Wanda pressed as her hands went to your inner thighs, moving them up and down your clothed skin. “And, when it comes to you, what they don’t know won’t hurt them. I don’t think I’ll let them see you. No, you can be my little secret. I stared at you for too many years, let you whore yourself out to other people. Not anymore.”

You drew your brows together. This couldn’t be happening.

“As you said, you’re meant to calm me down, right? Meant to pull me off some edge because everyone else was just too busy,” Wanda said as she positioned herself between your legs, bending down to kiss your jawline. You throbbed and pulled on the red strands wrapped around your wrist, but to no avail. “But I can think of another edge you can get close to,” she whispered as she pulled away again.

“Wanda, what are you–”

Her fingers slid in between your thighs, pressing into your heat, and a sharp gasp left your mouth. She began to rub through your jeans, cupping your heat, and you tugged again. This time, the red scratched the watch around your wrist and suddenly your clothes had snapped into the red armour Tony had built you years ago. Protective armour that replaced whatever you were wearing in a nick of time.

Useful.

The shift was enough to push Wanda off you and she stared down at the red and black armour with a slight tilt of her head.

“Well, that won’t do, will it?” She asked as her hands trailed down the cool metal. “Neat trick. Tony’s design, right?”

“Of course,” you responded after a moment, your chest rising up and down. There was no point in denying it-it was obviously Tony’s. Right down to the colours.

Wanda��s eyes turned red as the red mist circled around her hand as she lowered it back down. You flinched when you felt it slink in between the small crevices. The suit was meant to be protected against outside substances, able to go into water, but you supposed Tony didn’t exactly build it against Wanda.

“Wanda, you don’t–” “If you don’t be quiet, I’ll make you, do you understand me?” She hissed as she bucked her hand backwards and the suit around your hips ripped off you and tossed across the room. You whined as the cold air hit your bare skin, contrasting the building heat in between your legs.  

You were left with nothing but the top half and the pants that wrapped around your thigh. “Much better.”

With that, she went back to what she was doing before but this time there was nothing to prevent her from slipping her fingers through your slick folds, the tips of her nails teasing your entrance.

“Look at you, already so wet,” she cooed and you gritted your teeth. This really couldn’t be happening. This was a dream. She could control reality, this was just a dream. “This isn’t me in your head, sweetheart, trust me–I would have cut the foreplay if I was creating this.”

She continued to massage your heat and it took you everything you had not to moan.

“Why are you…” you tried saying but you were cut short, once again, when her fingers found your hooded clit, using the tips of her nails to start playing with it. You bucked your hips instinctively and she chuckled.

“You said you wanted to help me, right?” Wanda asked and the building heat was beginning to become a little too much. “So how about this, sweetheart, you help mummy out by becoming mummy’s little stress reliever.”

Two fingers suddenly plunged into your entrance and your back arched. At least your clit got a little bit of a break but it wasn’t long until her palm began to grind against it as she thrusted the fingers into your tight entrance. Each thrust expanded your walls, letting her in even deeper, your own arousal making her movements slick and quick.

“Wand-” you began to moan but it morphed into a sharp yelp when she pulled her fingers out to slap your cunt.

“You’re a smart girl, sweetheart, it’s how you got around Tony for so long. I think you know exactly what you want to be calling me,” she said and suddenly she was back down so that her face was only inches away from yours and her fingers slid back inside of you.

Unlike last time, though, it wasn’t rough and sharp. Her fingers were slow as they moved inside of you, curling at the tips, scratching your walls. Exploring. She was exploring you and you could do nothing but whimper and moan.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I know you would. Look at you, already so wet and submissive for me,” she whispered, scattering kisses down your jawline as she reached your ear to nibble on your earlobe. “I’ll keep you in here for as long as I need you. Ride your pretty little mouth as I read that book, fill you up again and again until you’re passing out. All you have to do is be a good little girl.”

Heat was curling through your body, that buzzing sort of heat, that made your vision blur. Your teeth were clamped together. You wanted to moan, they were in your throat, but even when you opened your mouth, no sound came out. Just silent moans. The fingers moving inside of you had grabbed all your attention.

Then she scratched that little sweet spot and it was that that pushed out a moan that bounced around the room. Wanda laughed, hitting it again and again.

“Let your mummy hear your moans, sweetheart,” she said before she pulled back to kiss you on the mouth, biting hard on your lip so you wouldn’t even try to close your mouth and stop the tongue that slid into your mouth.

Your stomach was twisting into knots at this point and seemed like every other muscle seemed to be cramping. You were close to climax. Your walls clenched around Wanda’s fingers. Just a little bit–

You groaned when she peeled herself off you. You blinked up at her, looking through what seemed like tears, as you were denied that relief. Relief from the throbbing coming from your cunt.

“You want to cum, baby?” Wanda asked as she pulled off her shirt. Underneath was a simple black bra that was quickly disposed of. Your eyes, naturally, landed on her chest. A chest that, even under the circumstances, made you drool. Wanda’s clicking your fingers drew your eyes back up. “Eyes on mummy, sweetheart. God, you really are a little whore, aren’t you? Tell me-do you want to cum?” You pulled on your restraints just once more but all it seemed to do was to make it even tighter.

You nodded, jerkily.

“Use your words, sweetheart, I very clearly established you’re not mute,” Wanda remarked as her fingers went down to her jeans, fiddling with her button.

“Yes. Please, I want to,” you mumbled, knowing you won’t be coming back from this point. Then again-if she could make you feel like that again...maybe that wasn’t so bad.

Wanda tilted her head as she hummed, not having to move much to slap your sore cunt again and you jerked. “Say it politely and maybe I’ll consider it.” You scrunch your eyes shut and mewled when she began to knead your pulsating clit again. “M-mummy, please,” you whispered and her hands left your cunt. Before you could even open your eyes, you felt her lips on yours. Soft, gentle...loving.

“Good girl...that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She asked and you could hear the ruffling of her pants as she kicked them off. “Now...mummy’s going into your head, okay? I promise it won’t be long.” You began to struggle again but the warmth of her powers quickly washed over you. Your memories began playing the past three months. You tracking her down. Refusing back up.

Then she was out again.

“You really told no one where you were going? Almost as if you wanted this to happen,” She said as she shifted on top of you. Shifted that you felt something rub up against your entrance and you flinched. She...she was packing. “Of course I am, sweetheart, do you really think I wasn’t prepared for you? I knew you were coming from a mile away, honey.”

And with that, she pushed the strap inside of you, not bothering to wait for you to adjust until she was completely inside of you. You arched your back again, pressing into Wanda’s naked body, as the pain of being ripped open rushed through your body. You moaned and grunted as you grew adjusted to the width and length of Wanda.

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” Wanda murmured into your lips and suddenly your wrists were freed. But then her own hands came up to wrap around them to press them against the pillows herself. “I know you’ve taken bigger. Do you think we didn’t know? Didn’t know you and Nat were fucking every other night?” The comment drew you out, just for a moment, and you shook your head but all she did was pull back slightly to slam inside of you again.

“Don’t lie to me,” Wanda snarled, “tell me, tell me the truth. Use your words.”

It took only a few more thrusts of her strap filling you up again and again that the words began to spill out of your lips. “S-she found out. About my status as a shield status. Fuck,” you hissed out, barely able to hear your own words over the lude noises of Wanda beginning to pound into you. This wasn’t fair-you couldn’t dream of talking when she was fucking you like this.

“So you whored yourself out to her to make sure she kept her mouth shut,” Wanda said, finishing the sentence and you nodded jerkily. “You little slut. I bet you liked it too, just like how you like me pounding into you. But you’re mine now. Not hers. Not Tony’s. Mine. My little whore.”

She shifted upwards so that her chest was dangling above your face. “Suck your mommy's tit, baby, I saw you admire them before.”

It was a welcome change, you had to admit, to trying to formulate sentences and words around the moans and screams spilling out of your mouth. Your head leaned forward, closing the distance, so your mouth could wrap around her erect nipple and your walls clenched around her strap as you heard her moan.

Her hand moved to the top of your head, her nails scraping against your scalp as she interwove her fingers through your messy hair. Your tongue lapped at the small bud between your teeth and she began to move her hips in time with your tongue.

Your now free hand wrapped around her body so your nails were digging into her shoulder, drawing Wanda down even closer so you could take more of her tit into her mouth.

The same heat that had built before was coming back, and you weren’t sure how long you could hold on at this point.

“You can cum whenever you want, baby, just this once,” Wanda purred, hearing your thoughts, and it was all you needed, that confirmation, to come undone. Your walls clenched around the strap and you could feel Wanda slowing down as thrusting became just a tad more difficult and you screamed into her tits, careful not to clamp your jaw shut, as the orgasm rushed through you.

Even through it, she continued moving inside of you, and you almost felt like you could pass out.

“Good girl,” Wanda whispered. “Oh, I could get used to this. I’m going to keep you in here, do you hear me? Make you a good little whore for me to come home to.” They did say your mission was to help Wanda calm down.

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