#c: wanda

[caroldantops]

like a stray to the arms that were open

ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem!reader; dark(ish)!valkyrie x fem!reader

summary/request:  wanda needs a safe place for her and her pet to stay. valkyrie comes up with a compromise. for @maximotts

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut (18+), dom!wanda, dom!valkyrie, sub!reader, dark themes (kidnapping, brainwashing), very light pet play (just the term pet and collaring), free use, fingering, overstimulation

masterlist | ao3 link

"Enter." 

Valkyrie absentmindedly sharpens her dagger, not caring about the mess that accumulates on her desk. She watches the cloaked figure move into the room carefully, each step echoing across the tiles. You follow close behind, a shimmering red trail of light linking your bound wrists and the collar around your neck to your owner. You're dressed in a very plain, but delicate light pink silk garment that hits you just at mid-thigh. The two of you together are a stark contrast, but it's rather fitting, Valkyrie thinks. 

"Thank you for meeting with me, your majesty."

"Save your formalities, Wanda," Valkyrie rests her dagger on the table and kicks up her feet, resting her hands folded together on her abdomen. "Or should I say, Scarlet Witch?" 

"Well, since we're dropping the formalities, Wanda is just fine." The king gestures to the seats in front of her desk. Wanda takes one of them, and you remain standing, frozen as you wait for permission. Valkyrie watches you carefully, your gaze set hard on the handcrafted tiles beneath your bare feet. She bets you're freezing in the Nordic air, her raging fireplace at the back of her office doing little to soothe your bare skin. 

But you don't complain. You don't even shiver. 

You've been told to keep quiet and still and wait for your orders, so you do. 

Valkyrie can imagine a laundry list of ways she'd like to test that obedience. 

"Kneel," Wanda finally commands. You drop to the floor, kneeling silently beside her. She rewards you with a gentle stroke along the back of your neck, silent code for good girl. 

"So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, witchy?" 

You can feel Wanda's energy radiating off of her, your body and mind deeply in tune with your own by this point, and you can tell she doesn't appreciate the nickname. But, she's here to ask a favor, so she does not take the time to argue about it. 

"I've come to ask if you would be able to provide a safe place to stay. I have been...forced to find somewhere where I can keep a low profile." 

"This about the whole New Jersey situation?" Valkyrie raises an eyebrow. She knows little about Wanda, mainly from Thor, but a certain sorcerer won't stop contacting her with updates on "multiversal threats" as if she has time to give a shit about that. 

"Partially. And some events after that." You see Wanda tap her Darkhold stained fingers against her thigh. A few moments of silence pass as Valkyrie thinks. You dare dart your eyes upwards to see her for briefly, her eyebrows furrowed deep in contemplation. 

"Well, y'see you're putting me in a bit of a dicey situation," Valkyrie sighs dramatically, like she's not plagued by the thought, but rather ready to bargain. "How am I gonna be sure that you're not gonna hold New Asgard hostage?"

"I have no intentions of doing that, Valkyrie," Wanda answers firmly. "What I had there I no longer have. There's no reason to repeat it." 

"Hm. I believe you, y'know, I do. But if word gets out around town that I'm helping harbor a witch on the run, my people might not be very fond of that." The magic chain attached to your collar shifts, tugging slightly as the tension in Wanda's body grows. You squeak at the pressure, and she shoots you a look. Valkyrie also looks back down at you. "Y'know, you haven't properly introduced me to this one." 

"This is my pet," Wanda answers, resting a hand on your head. You take this as cue to meet Valkyrie’s intense gaze over the edge of her intricately carved desk. She leans over out of her chair to see you better, and you shrink a bit under the attention. “In my…cross universe excursions, I found her all alone, just waiting for someone to come along and take care of her. So, I did.”

You lean into Wanda’s touch as she pets you. She wasn’t lying. At least, as far as you remember. She’s flushed out the hard parts, the parts that she didn’t want your sweet little mind plagued with. You didn’t need to remember that you had another Wanda at one point, one who left you for a variant of the man that Wanda thought she wanted back so desperately. 

Lost and alone, desperate for your Wanda to come back. She never would, your new Wanda had told you when she yanked you from your universe, bringing you back to a secluded house in a withering forest. She terrified you, you had no idea what it was that she wanted with you - whenever you asked, all she replied was, “You.” 

Wanda turned you into her prized pet, got rid of all those early memories that were holding you back from being as compliant and obedient as she needed. Every waking moment of your current existence was dedicated to pleasing her. And hers was now dedicated to keeping you safe. 

“Interesting,” Valkyrie hums, sizing you and Wanda up. You can see the gears turning in her head, and you know that there’s no doubt that Wanda is peeking into the King’s mind. But, she doesn’t say anything, just waits for her to bring the thoughts up, which of course, Valkyrie does. “I think that I can manage to house you without raising any suspicions, witch. But you’ve got to sweeten the pot for me.” 

“Just say what you want already,” Wanda says, face stoic. 

“I let you live here, and you - ” Valkyrie points teasingly at Wanda. “ - let me play with your little pet here. Whenever I want.”

 You can’t help but dart your eyes up to your owner. Wanda shows no signs of emotion on her face, not allowing you or Valkyrie to get any sense of where her head is at. Your body shivers at the idea of Valkyrie toying with you. Wanda doesn’t miss it, tugging the magic leash and making you squeak again. 

“I scratch your back, you scratch mine, yeah?” Valkyrie chuckles as Wanda continues to sit in silence. 

“Angel,” Wanda speaks to you. You perk up at her acknowledgement. “You would do anything I asked of you, right? Because you’re my good girl?” 

“Yes, mommy,” you answer with no hesitation. 

Wanda nods, like she knew the answer anyway. Or rather, would’ve decided despite your response. She turns back to Valkyrie. 

“Deal. As long as I’m present.” 

“Course, wouldn’t want me to snatch her away from ya,” Valkyrie grins, offering her hand across the table as if she’s just secured a fancy business deal. Wanda can’t help but roll her eyes as she shakes it. “Can’t wait to break her in. Actually, why even wait?” 

“You’re cashing in already?” 

“I did say whenever I want, didn’t I?” 

“You did,” Wanda breaks the magic tethering you to her. You look up for her guidance of what you’re supposed to do, but you don’t have to sit wondering long. Valkyrie comes around the table and lifts you off the ground with no effort at all, tugging you to bend over the side of the table. 

“C’mon, cupcake, gotta give your mommy a nice view huh?” Valkyrie whispers in your ear as she runs her hands up your bare thighs. She leans away from you to push your slip up over your ass and is pleased to see you’re completely bare underneath. “Wanda trying to freeze you in this weather, love? Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up in no time.”

You’re putty in her hands as she kisses up your spine, leaving small bites along the way that make you squirm against her hold. You feel her laugh against your skin as you wiggle, murmuring to herself how pretty you’re gonna look all bruised up. 

“You like that, baby? You like my mouth on you?” 

Your eyes dart to Wanda yet again. “Answer her, sweetheart. You can speak if she addresses you.” 

“Yes…” You’re unsure of how to address the woman kneeling down so she’s face level with your already dripping cunt, and her breath against you makes it even harder to think. 

“Hm, I think if you have a mommy already, only seems natural you call me daddy, hm?” Valkyrie licks a long stripe through your folds. You moan and buck against her face, her nose nudging your clit as you do. “Or, my king will also do.” 

“Hungry for power much?” Wanda raises an eyebrow. She’s leaned back casually in the plush chair, watching Valkyrie work her pet as if she’s been doing this for years. 

“Like you can talk,” Valkyrie shoots back before diving back into your waiting pussy. “Fuck, she’s delicious.” 

“She is, isn’t she?” Wanda’s voice betrays her, that little arousal filled rasp that you’re so used to coming out as she shifts in her seat. 

“Mm, I know why you wanted to keep her so bad.” 

You feel Valkyrie stroke her fingers along your folds as she takes a break licking you to mark up your thighs. Her rough fingertips rub your clit and dip into your hole teasingly. You can’t help pushing back against her hand, which prompts her to deliver a swift smack to your core. Sharp heat pulses through your cunt as she does, and you cry out for Wanda automatically. 

“Behave, baby,” Wanda responds to your sob. 

“Need more,” you whine. 

“Greedy little thing, are we?” Valkyrie’s fingers return to lazily teasing your clit, now throbbing and swollen. “I’m being so nice to you, and you complain about needing more?” 

“No, no, ‘m sorry,” you cry. “I’ll be good.” 

“Mm, bet you will. Bet your mommy keeps you in line, huh?” Valkyrie rewards your submission with three fingers in your aching cunt. You arch against her, pushing your hips back to meet her deep thrusts. “That’s right, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. Feels so good, doesn’t it? God, if I’d known I would have a perfect pet bent over my desk today I would’ve brought my strap to work.” 

“She’d love that,” Wanda says. “Loves being filled up so much. Loves being bred too.” 

“Oh yeah?” Valkyrie grins and stands up, fingers never slowing their thrusts as she presses herself against your back. She leans down beside your ear and whispers, “You like being filled up with cum, huh baby? Want me to stuff that tight little pussy full?” 

“Y-yes, please.” 

“Course you do, ‘cuz you’re nothing but a desperate slut. Only desperate sluts let strangers fuck them in front of their mommies.” You can barely respond with more than a whine, but that doesn’t matter to Valkyrie. She feels you clenching around her fingers, and curls them just right against your sensitive spot, ripping a raspy moan from your throat. “There you are baby, cum for me. Show your mommy how good I fuck you.” 

You can feel a surge of wetness gush past Valkyrie’s fingers as she keeps fucking you through your orgasm, uncaring as you go completely limp on her desk. You expect her to pull out soon, but instead you feel another finger pushing inside of your spent hole. Dizzy with pleasure, you hardly notice as your head is lifted and placed in Wanda’s lap. She strokes your hair and shushes your whines as Valkyrie continues pounding into you, stretching you out more than Wanda ever has. 

“Be a good girl and let Valkyrie play with you, baby. She’s gonna take her fill no matter how tired you are, might as well get used to it now.” 

#wanda maximoff x reader #valkyrie x reader #silver writes #c: wanda #c: valkyrie

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

i jus imagined Agatha's bunny ears bouncing as she rides you and now I'm feral and in need to be picked up from the floor

and maybe you take her to get some piercings on it (if her ears aren't much sensible), bc it would look even more cute :(

Bunny!Agatha's ears bouncing as she bounces on you, looking so soft and touchable, but you know the moment you even brush up against them, she'll be gone, careening over the edge, because her ears are that sensitive.

But omg Agatha wanting to get her ears pierced and convinces you to take her to a tattoo parlor to get them, and you both warn the piercer beforehand that the chances of Agatha cumming from it is like 99.9% and sure enough, the pain registers as pleasure because Agatha's body is a lil fucked like that, and she has like, four screaming orgasms because she wanted two piercings in each ear.

Maybe the piercer is a heavily tattooed Wanda, who then after Agatha's piercings suggest that you and her reward your perfect little bunny for staying so still so Wanda could do her job right.

#c: agatha #sky's inbox #sky answers #sky replies #sky's anons #c: wanda #c: bunny!agatha

[bonanzabox]

Hunted Heart

(Fae! Wanda x reader)

Tag warnings: CNC elements, dubious content

Word count: 2102

Running. Panting. Every other moment, one look back. This was what you knew in these moments, moments before you certainly would meet your demise to the beast chasing you. Father had always told you never to cross the boarders of the Fae woods but you just wanted *one* little peek. But you had been too foolish and wandered too far, and something had seen you. And was now running closer and closer to hunt you down.

You hike your skirts up further, determined to make yourself run fast enough to take flight; but half a second later you crash, running into the very thing you were being chased by. A woman, taller than you by several inches, a catlike grin upon her face, pointed ears and huge, batlike wings spreading from her back. You back up instinctively but before you can run again, she’s tackled you to the ground, pinned to the forest floor like a pig for slaughter. “Caught you, little lamb.”

“L-let me go!” You can do nothing but struggle against the might of the woman. You’ve heard of the might of the Fae that wander these woods, powerful as gods, beautiful and terrifying as the sun.

“And let my next meal go? I don’t think so, little one.” With one flip you’re facing upward, back on the forest floor and arms pinned above your head. You feel suddenly very exposed, vulnerable even as the red headed woman looks you over like a cat with a bowl of milk. The Fae woman strokes your cheek, one long nail scraping over your lip as she stares at you. A whimper of fear escapes your lips, but the woman doesn’t look at you with malice as much as it is…a hunger you can’t place. “Poor little thing, all lost in the Fae woods. Such sweet innocence to think she might be spared…not by Wanda, no, I think not.”

“Please…” you weren’t even sure what you wanted to beg for first, to be spared or to be freed. But Wanda simply smirked. It then quite suddenly occurred to you that your skirts were *far* higher than you realized, and that Wanda’s other hand was lazily playing with the hem of your underskirt. “What-“

“Shh.” A phantom finger was placed on your lips; Wanda’s hand had not moved from under your stomach. “We’re going to play a little game, you and I. You win, and you walk away unscathed. I win, and you belong to me.”

There isn’t a way in the seven Hells you can say no to the creature in front of you. “What…kind of game.” Less of a question and more of a statement, though by no means any assertive one. You couldn’t deny the beauty of the Fae in front of you, and the growing fear in the pit of your belly you suspected to be less fear and more arousal by the second. But you couldn’t be, not when your safety was on the line.

“It’s very simple. All you have to do is say one tiny little phrase. I submit.”

Before you can even say yes or no, your underclothes have been torn off and your legs wrenched apart. Swirls of black magic, ticklish as a cat’s fur creep up your legs. Any thoughts of compliance vanished. You struggle against Wanda, fruitless as it is to do so. “What are you doing?! Let me go!”

“And here I thought you were going to be a cooperative little whore.” Wanda’s one powerful hand was still keeping your hands above your head, but her other was now tearing through your bodice, skin unharmed but your breasts were now exposed to the chilled autumnal air. Even you can feel the pebbling of your nipples as that curved fingernail scrapes over them. “Don’t you know what happens to girls who cross into my territory. They get treated as the thoughtless sluts they are.”

“Please don’t…” Tears prick your eyes but it seems to matter little to the woman who lowers her fanged mouth to your neck and sucks a deep red mark there, as if claiming you for her own. The shadowed tendrils have reached halfway up your thighs now. Yet as terrified as you are, you can *feel* the wetness growing between your legs. In the deepest part of your soul, you want those shadows to climb higher, to claim you as their own.

Before you can process the depravity that just ran through your mind, more tendrils drift up and hold your hands in place. Wanda’s mouth has gone from biting marks on your neck to your collarbone, to the top of your chest and very quickly onto your breasts, licking gently but still sucking those deep red marks wherever she can. A moan escapes your mouth and your hips involuntarily buck forwards. But the shadows hold you firmly in place as those accursed fangs scrape your nipple, only making your moans louder and whinier.

“Such a needy little thing I’ve captured here.” Wanda purrs the sentence between markings, still never going *right* where you need her. “This could all be over if you just say those two little words, dear.”

“Never.” You hiss. Your composure is hair-thin at this point, but you cannot, *will* not break to this creature. But one lick on your hardened nipple and that hair threatens to snap. Wanda’s tongue may as well have been a bolt of lightning with the way it wracks your body with pleasure. Her mouth latches on and sucks as if it were her last dying breath, and you could swear your moans echo the air of the woods around you. Her unoccupied hand now rolls your other nipple between her fingers, pinching every so often. You swear the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter the harder she plays with you. “Ff-fuck…”

“That’s a dirty word, little lamb.” Wanda’s mental voice is almost more honeyed than her real one; that didn’t make it any harder to ignore the truth of her statement. You couldn’t be enjoying this, yet the drip down your thighs absolutely suggests otherwise. Your struggles against her have turned more into thrusts up against her thigh, a thigh that has conveniently shifted between your legs for you to rut on as if you were a bitch in heat. It only intensifies the arousal you feel; the urge to fight and run is ever present, though it is swiftly being drowned out by the growing need for release. But the last bit of stubbornness is still stuck like something between your teeth. You want to scream, cry, do anything but feel as turned on and usable as you currently do.

As if sensing your mental retaliation that still lingers, the shadows force your legs apart. Cool air hits your cunt like a smack to your face and you groan at the sensation. Wanda’s mouth leaves your chest and she settles on the soft forest floor, sitting almost like a maiden picking flowers. She peppers tiny kisses all over your thighs in an almost loving manner. Yet, she still holds your hips down (as if you were able to run away at any point now). The beating in your heart has turned into a drumming so loud it could echo across the forest. Your arms were now free, yet the only place you want them is tangled in her soft red hair. Any previous lovers you had taken were never inclined to pleasure you this way and it had never bothered you much; but now the only thing on your mind is Wanda’s mouth in that very special place you only touched between the sheets. The “please” that you were thinking almost left your mouth, but you bit it back just in time. You wouldn’t break now, not after all the effort you put into standing strong all this time.

“Oh, but you have very loud thoughts sweetheart, I could swear I almost heard you start begging me…” Wanda murmurs from between your legs. One finger is lazily drawing circles up your thigh while her kisses draw closer and closer to the need gathering in your cunt. “Two little words and you’ll get what it is you’re craving most.” Her words ghost over your core and make you shudder; if her muscles arms weren’t holding your hips in place you’d kick your legs in frustration. But your composure cracks just enough for the whiniest “please…” to ever cross your lips.

Wanda smiles, an almost catlike grin, and murmurs, “What a good whore…” as one long lithe finger slides into your core. Your hips buck and a pitiful wail crawls from your lips. The Fae’s finger crooks in a motion that makes your cunt drool and your cries become whimpers as you fight the finish that’s slowly creeping closer. A second finger joins the first and before you can put it together, Wanda’s fingers are pumping in and out, playing with a spot so deep and secret it threatens to break you apart. Your release is so close…and then all movement stops and Wanda is retracting her fingers and licking them clean. “Oh poor lamb, you didn’t give me what I wanted so you can’t have what you so desperately need. I told you, those were the rules.” The pout and whine you make in retaliation must have been quite impressive as Wanda laughs, a clear and sweet sound amid the quiet of the forest. “Oh dear, what a pickle you’re in. I could smell how close you got to tipping over the edge, how much you *needed* it. But you’re still too in your head…just let go. Two little words, remember? Just two little words.”

The trigger snaps. The tension between your legs, the fog in your head, it all becomes too much. Tears you didn’t even realise were gathering in your eyes trickle down your cheeks as you finally let loose the breath you were holding. “I-I submit. Please finish me, please…” Wanda doesn’t hesitate a second longer; her fingers are instantly deep inside you again, while kisses are planted up your thighs.

“Good pet, doing as she’s told…” Wanda’s voice echos in your mind, as her mouth moves closer and closer up your leg until her mouth hovers just over your cunt. You can feel her ragged breathing ghost over you like a breeze on a hot day; you thrust your hips up to get the touch you so desperately crave. Wanda gives another feral grin and slowly wraps her mouth around her prize. The first lick nearly finishes you, her tongue so gentle yet demanding on your clit. Wanda works in earnest now, alternating sucking and licking and thrusting her fingers deep inside you.

It’s too much, and your release is approaching even faster than before. “Ah-ah, Wanda…”

“Yes, lamb…something you’re after?” The mental voice wraps over your brain like liquid gold, even as her mouth is busy flicking and sucking the bud between your legs.

“I need it, please!”

“Need what, dear?” You can feel yourself tipping ever so close to the edge, almost there, but something is keeping you from getting what you so desperately need. The pants and moans, the grabs into that scarlet hair, even the thrusts against her mouth, none of it conveys what you crave. You know Wanda is holding you on the edge like a dog on a leash, and there’s only one thing you can say to break the chain.

“I submit, I’m yours, please Wanda…let me finish, please…”

It’s like a dam breaking; the release is a tidal wave, pleasure washing over you as you tip over that edge. Wanda rides the wave with you, savouring every drop of your release on her tongue while fingers and tongue milk every scrap of pleasure she can get at. Your screams could have woken titans or rattled the very trees of the forest.

It feels like hours when you finally come down from your pleasure high. But when you do collect yourself and your bearings, you find yourself…alone. Disheveled and fucked senseless, but alone. As you pick yourself up and try to make your skirts and bodice tidy, something catches your eye. On your wrist, plain as day and as black as night, is a mark, shaped almost like a crown. Little swirls of shadow creep from it, up and around your wrist to your fingers. Suddenly that honeyed voice is in your head again, whispering, “Remember pet, you submitted…you’re mine now. And you’ve got a debt to repay.”

#c: wanda #tw dark fic #tw dubcon #Fae!wanda x reader #Wanda maximoff smut #dark wanda x reader

[isab3lla-mills]

A happy starter - @wmximcffs

Ella grinned seeing the other woman, "Thank you so much for meeting up with me today! If I had to spend one more day at my desk I think I was actually gonna go crazy." She said, sitting down at the table.

#c: wanda

[lcstinthewoods]

&&; @unlevshed​ wishlist starter based on THIS.

Wanda’s head began to spin as she locked eyes on the redhead now standing in front of her, and whatever scarlet magic had begun to form at her fingertips in an aggressive reaction towards Geraldine Monica, began to disappear as she began to distinctly feel as if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over her head. “Nat?” The witch whispered, blinking rapidly. No, no this wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. She had felt a disruption within her Hex, and while she had assumed it had just been Monica forcing her way through, now she wasn’t so sure. But it couldn’t have been! - she had unknowingly created this reality in Westview, who was to say she didn’t unconsciously create Natasha as well in her continued grief?

#LET US FALL DOWN THE WANDANAT RABIT HOLE TOGETHER! #c: wanda #[ v. is this really happening? ] #unlevshed

[guardianmantisx]

Amidst all the earthly wonders she'd experienced, Mantis found the most joy while partaking in the various playful activities the people had created, such as blowing bubbles. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she sent iridescent spheres floating into the air, each one catching the sunlight in a myriad of colors. "They're so pretty!" she cheered, offering the bottle of bubbles to the other. "Here, you want a turn? I even found a toy that blows bubbles for you. How neat is that?"

😄 for a happy starter for @wmximcffs

#c: wanda #/ don't ask me what this is lmao

[glcriouspvrpose]

“I’m surprised you came,” he commented, seeing as there was no way for him to get around her in the crowd unless he did so magically. And she, of all people, would know he did, so he didn’t even try. “A Stark party doesn’t seem like your type of place.” ;@chaxsmagic​

#c: wanda #[ closed. ]

[drfcstrs]

Jane was late - nothing new. She was just hoping the party hadn’t gotten too much for her friend during the time she wasn’t there. “Hi,” Jane said, when she finally found her. “Sorry. Mission gone wrong. It took a second,” she continued, waving it off, dismissively. Jane slid her arm around one of Wanda’s and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You doing okay? ; @chaxsmagic​​

#c: wanda #*closed.

[crescent-witch]

🖤 Share your favorite snippet you wrote from “the red means I love you”

Hate the way I wrote this fic but love this part with my whole being

#c: natasha #c: wanda #kinktober #ask game

[caroldantops]

wanna be your victim, ready for abduction

ship: tentacle monster!wanda maximoff x reader

summary/request: mating season makes wanda moody. companion piece to infect me with your lovin’, fill me with your poison (not required, but recommended)

word count: 3.8k

warnings: dark themes and smut (18+ proceed with caution), dark dom wanda, dubcon, kidnapping, implied drugging and somno, noncon medfet, stockholm syndrome, pet play adjacent, forced intimacy, pet names (little one, pet, human), abuse, vaginal sex (reader receiving), tentacle sex, oviposition, pregnancy, breeding kink, size kink, praise kink

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist 

A sharp rush of electricity across your skin wakes you violently from your unconscious state. Your body reacts on its own, jerking in the bounds you had no idea you were in. The distinct smell of a sterile hospital room fills your senses, and you start mentally taking stock of any signs of pain in your body. Was there an accident? Were you carried to an emergency room? Do hospitals usually secure you to operating tables like this?

Other than the dissipating shocks still tingling through your body and the disorientation that still has your vision blurred, everything feels normal. You blink a few times, trying to adjust your eyes in the harsh light from the lamp angled at your face.

The room comes into clearer focus, and you're even more confused than you were already. It looks more like a lab than a hospital room. The light blue of the tile floor shimmers under the fluorescent lights, almost iridescent, like one of those pretty jellyfish when their translucent skin catches the light peeking through the ocean waves. There's the faint imprint of what looks to be a high-tech door on the wall opposite you, beyond another table similar to the one you're strapped to. You suppose the keypad next to the faint outline of the door is what slides it open. Next to you is a table with various medical tools. Scalpels, gloves, forceps. The one on the very end makes your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

What could be happening to you that warranted use of a speculum?

"Hello?" Your voice is raspy. Suddenly, you're made incredibly aware of how dry your mouth is. You wiggle in your bounds again. This time, they feel looser - perhaps from your sudden struggling earlier. You're able to squeeze your wrists out of the cuffs, which leave angry red marks where they dug into your skin. You rub them, pouting.

Nobody responds. You sit up on the table so that you can reach down and uncuff your ankles. The cuffs unbuckle easily, and you slide off of the table after that, looking to the other side of the room where you couldn't see before. There's a door on that wall too, with a matching keypad. You steady yourself, still feeling a little weak, before going over to that door. The keypad is a touchscreen. It lights up green as you tap it, but the text that appears is nothing that you can decipher, no language you've ever seen before. After aimlessly tapping to different screens, none of which you can read, the door shockingly slides open with an eerie silence.

You don't even get a chance to react before you're shoved to the ground by something - far too hefty to be a person pushing you down. The tile floor that you were admiring earlier does not offer you a soft landing, and you groan as you push yourself upwards. Your efforts are stopped dead in their tracks by your limbs being pinned to the floor.

Above you, a woman comes into view. Her wild mane of hair frames her stunningly beautiful face, her eyes piercing through you like daggers. For a moment, a wave of calm almost rushes over you at the sight of her. You're not sure why, really. Perhaps just your brain trying to cling to any semblance of hope that was torn away the second you realized that this was not a hospital.

Your eyes trail down her body, widening as they reach the bottom of her torso. Jutting out from her are what can only be described as dark tentacles, thicker and without suctions like octopi have, but tentacles nonetheless. A quick glance at your limbs makes you realize that they are what shoved you down and are pinning you to the ground. You tug at them experimentally, before they're slammed back down.

"You're not very smart, are you?" The woman says to you, tilting her head with slight amusement at the fact that you're still attempting to escape.

"Who the hell are you?" You try to sound intimidating, but you're sure that no matter your efforts, it's useless.

"Does it matter?" You don't know how to answer that. She watches your chest heave from the attempts at wiggling free, which somehow you're still trying. It's cute, seeing you struggle like this. She takes a single ounce of pity on you. "Wanda."

"Great, so what the fuck am I doing here, Wanda? And what the fuck are you?"

Apparently, you've pushed your luck too far, because one of Wanda's tentacles loops up and around your throat, giving you a warning squeeze. She lifts you from the floor, not even sparing you a glance or acknowledging your legs flailing as she carries you back to the table you woke up on.

"Put me do-ow..." The words get choked out of you as she squeezes your throat tighter. Wanda's eyes narrow as you continue to thrash in her grasp. She only lets up and releases her chokehold on you when your body is forced to stop struggling to preserve the little air she allows you. You cough, already dry throat desperate for any sort of relief.

"You're very lucky that you're only useful to me alive," Wanda states, tentacles finally unraveling from your arms. You don't even get the chance to protest or ask what that means - not that your voice would allow it in this state - before you see one of her tentacles spurt out a foggy red mist over your face, and your vision fades to black once again.

The smell of something cooking greets you as you finally come to. Your entire body feels sore, particularly between your legs. You remember the speculum on the medical table and wince. The chill of the room makes you suddenly very aware of your naked body. A few bruises litter your skin. You prod at one on your thigh, hissing at the pain.

Thin metal bars surround you, and you realize that you're in an oversized dog kennel. Wiggling your fingers through the crate, you try to find the latch on the outside, but it's got a blocky device on it that has the same keypad as the laboratory doors did. You huff and grab the soft blanket that’s crumpled up in the corner and wrap it around yourself.

The crate appears to be set up in the corner of a very quaint looking kitchen. That explains the smell. Two women’s voices fill the room. One is Wanda. The angle you’re at doesn’t allow you to fully see her face, but you can just barely make out her hair on the other side of the kitchen island. Sitting on a barstool on the island is a dark haired woman, dressed in a neat purple sweater.

"If you don't expose your human to your true form, do you not think they'll be afraid of you when the time comes?" Wanda asks the other woman, who snorts in response. “What? It’s a fair question, Agatha.”

“Oh, hon,” the woman, Agatha, laughs. “I know this is your first abduction, but you don’t have to act like it. Fun fact, humans tend to soften up more towards other humans versus hideous eldritch beings.”

"So?” Wanda huffs, stirring the pot on the stove that’s giving off the delicious smell. She doesn’t look nearly as scary anymore, tentacles tucked away elsewhere, wearing a long cardigan and mom jeans. For a “hideous eldritch being”, she’s rather adorable.

“You have stacks and stacks of trashy human romance novels on your shelves,” Agatha scoffs. “I shouldn’t have to explain why being nice to the creature you want to mate with is more helpful to you in the long run. Though, guess you always have preferred more instant gratification.”

The word mate rings in your ears. Is that why Wanda took you - to be some vessel for a freaky alien species?

Frantically, you try to mess with the keypad, only for it to flash red symbols at you. Even though you don’t speak the language, you know that means you’re not freeing yourself.

“You roll your eyes at me saying ‘you catch more flies with honey’, but I’ll have you know that my human never tried to escape from a kennel,” Agatha says, without even looking over at you. You freeze. Wanda whips around from the stove, looking much more like the terrifying monster she was earlier.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wanda says through grit teeth, marching over to your cage.

“Nothing,” you lie. She narrows her eyes. Agatha is silently sipping her tea in the background, watching the mental tug of war with great amusement. To both you and Agatha’s surprise, Wanda simply presses her thumb to the keypad and opens your cage, moving so that you can crawl out.

Still wary of Wanda, you slowly stand up, holding the blanket tighter around your body. Wanda opts to ignore you and go back to the stove, leaving you confused on what to do. You stand there dumbly as Agatha keeps talking to Wanda about her own “pet”. Wanda has her back to you again, and you consider running before you remember the way she so easily overpowered you before.

There’s an empty stool next to Agatha. You tentatively go to sit in it, but just as you touch the seat, Agatha coughs and says, “Wanda, your pet is trying to get on the furniture.”

“Get down,” Wanda says firmly, shooting you a look over her shoulder.

“I want to sit down.”

“Then get on the fucking floor, human,” Wanda spits out the last word like it’s venom. She says it like there’s a hierarchy present, and she’s clearly the apex predator with you beneath her. The bit of self-preservation left in you finally takes over, and you sink to the floor next to the stool. “So, you can listen. Now, crawl over here.”

Humiliation fills your body as you follow Wanda’s orders, crawling the other side of the kitchen island and sitting near Wanda’s feet. You refuse to look up at her, keeping your head ducked down, staring at the hardwood floor. Two bowls are set down in front of you. One is filled with water, the other is filled with what appears to be some kind of stew over rice. You look up at Wanda.

"For me?"

"Can't have you starving now, can I?" Wanda gives you the first smile you've seen from her. Your heart leaps a bit.

"Can I have a fork?"

Agatha finds this very funny for some reason. You shoot her a look, but it's not very intimidating from your position on the floor.

"No, little one. Pets eat on the floor," Wanda pats you on the head condescendingly. When you give her a grumpy look and nudge the bowl away from you in silent protest, her hand reaches out for your head again. Only this time, she tugs your head backwards by your hair, tight grip making you wince. Wanda gets close to your face, eyes intense. "You eat and drink from your bowls, or you don't get any food or water at all."

She releases you aggressively, causing you to topple a bit in your kneeling position. You almost want to call Wanda on her bluff, remembering the comment she made earlier about how she needed you alive. But, your dry mouth and growling stomach have other plans.

You duck down to lap at your water, and you're so thirsty you finish half the bowl in record time before moving on to your dinner. Really, you have no idea how Wanda, who must be some sort of extraterrestrial being, learned to cook human food, but once you taste it, you're certainly not complaining. Wanda and Agatha keep talking about Agatha's pet, ignoring you as you devour your meal.

When you finish, you look up at Wanda. You don't know why, maybe you're hoping for some sort of praise for doing what you've been told. Something to tell you that you've satisfied her for now. She rewards you with such, patting your head and wiping the rice that stuck to your face before slipping a thick collar around your neck.

"What's this for?" You ask, playing with the shiny tag that dangles from it.

"In case you forget who's in charge and try to escape," Wanda says plainly, patting you on your cheek.

“Is all of this really necessary?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” Wanda doesn’t even look up from what she’s typing to answer you. This is the third time in the month you’ve been with her that she’s taken you down to the lab for a “check-up.” Whenever you ask about why she’s giving you full medical exams - and snarkily ask where she got her doctorate - she just shushes you and continues looking at your charts.

You assume it has to do with that comment Agatha made on your first night about mating, but even when you ask about that specifically, Wanda just ignores you and continues your exam.

“You don’t give a lot of answers,” you huff, swinging your legs so your heels hit the side of the bed. Wanda visibly scowls at the thumping noise. “Are you gonna steal my brains or take over the world or something?”

“Only if you keep annoying me.”

“So, that’s a yes.”

“Don’t worry about that, little one,” Wanda hums, finally abandoning the computer to cup your face. You’ve gotten used to her touching you by now, so you don’t squirm away like you often did in the first weeks. “You’ll get your answers very soon.”

“Wanda, it hurts,” you sob. “Please.”

Your limbs are pinned tight, positioned spread eagle on the soft bed that you had just come around to getting comfortable napping in. Wanda’s tentacles twitch slightly around your wrists and ankles, and she hovers above you panting hard, eyes closed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. One tentacle is pushing its way roughly into your cunt, thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. That doesn’t stop her though. You’re not sure anything would.

“Too bad,” Wanda grunts, tentacle thrusting deeper inside of you. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

“Y-yes,” you admit. As pathetic as it is, Wanda’s praise has fueled you a lot through your time held captive. You fight back so much that it’s rare, but when she is soft with you, it fills you with warmth that you want to bask in all day. “I’ll be good.”

“Good,” Wanda moans, rewarding you with her fingers on your aching clit. You almost scream at the stimulation, everything too much for your fragile body to handle. A burst of fluids gushes into your cunt, and you assume that means that Wanda’s climaxed. “Good pet.”

Alien anatomy will remain a mystery to you, however, because Wanda just doubles up on her thrusts inside of you. The extra fluid lubricates you enough so that it doesn’t hurt as much, and your eyes roll back in your skull as your body finally succumbs to the pleasure of being stretched and filled.

You hate that you ache to touch Wanda. Maybe it’s just your raging hormones or the forced intimacy that you’ve come to enjoy as of late. You want to wrap your arms and legs around her and pull her body into yours. You crave being able to nuzzle into her skin, maybe even mark her neck like she does yours. But that’s not in the cards for you. At least not now.

You’ll win her over.

It’s not like you have a choice in being here, might as well try to make the most of it.

"Stop that," Wanda scolds, one of her tentacles reaching out and bopping you on the head.

You ignore her, continuing to press your nose to the window, peering into Agatha's home beside yours. Agatha's pet is being tugged into her lap, and you gasp quietly to yourself as you realize that she's slipping a strap into them. "Human, what did I say?"

Wanda marches over to the window beside you, curiosity over what has you entranced overtaking her annoyance with you not listening. She shakes her head when she sees the scene you're watching.

"Little voyeur, are we?" Her hand runs through your hair as your breath catches. "You're lucky Agatha doesn't mind. I think she's actually been planning on this."

"Why don't you ever fuck me like that?"

"What?" Wanda's taken aback by your question.

"You always fuck me with these," you pat the tentacle that's slowly started wrapping around you. It squeezes around you as a warning, but you stupidly ignore it. "I've never even seen Agatha's tentacles."

"She's an idiot. She thinks that her pet won't resist if she waits to show her true form. Her pet will see soon enough.” The thought of the breeding period that the two women talk about still makes your stomach twist in knots. "I was kind and didn't deceive you. I showed you what I was right away."

"Kind is not how I'd put it," you grumble, moving away from the window. Regret immediately hits you as you're jerked back to the couch by Wanda's tentacles. She pins you to the cushions, closing the curtains with another tentacle so Agatha can’t catch a glimpse.

“I don’t appreciate how cocky you’re getting. Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?”

“How could I forget?” You try to avoid her gaze, but she grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into her eyes. It’s hard to tell what Wanda’s moods will be like. Sometimes, you’re able to push her buttons without much punishment. Other times, you’re almost immediately reprimanded for so much as being too slow responding. The drastic shift of moods is the worst part of everything. If Wanda was only cruel to you, you’d at least know to never step out of line, and it would be easier to deny how deeply attached you are to her. It’s almost like she enjoys giving you room to fuck up so she can break you in all over again.

“Would you rather be Agatha’s toy? Is that why you’ve been spying on her lately?”

“Maybe I should,” you growl.

“So, you like her better, huh? Is that it?”

“She’d be better than you! I hate you!” You cry. Wanda looks genuinely wounded by your words for a second, but it doesn’t last long. A tentacle is shoved past your lips, and you immediately gag on the appendage.

“You don’t,” Wanda says in a low voice. You swear you hear her voice crack. “I know you don’t. I see how you look at me. I feel you curl into my side at night. Hell, you were the one to ask to sleep next to me.”

You gurgle around her tentacle, tears streaking down your face. Wanda, overwhelmed by her own emotions, pulls back. You gasp for air, coughing a little. She cups your face, smearing your spit on your chin. Your eyes flutter shut at the comforting motion.

Always soothing the pain she causes.

“Say you love me.”

“Wan--”

“Say it. Say you love me.”

There’s a silent please left in the air. She’s desperate for it, you can hear it in her voice and see it in her watery eyes.

You could make her say it. You could hold that over her, if you wanted. But you take pity on her.

“I love you.”

Wanda knows you mean it. She doesn’t say anything back, just nods and pulls you close to her. You can hear her humming softly, something you’ve noticed she does when she’s upset. You crawl fully into her lap, sighing against her neck. She hesitates for a moment; but, as you settle she finally wraps her arms around you.

“Will you make that rice dinner tonight?”

“Of course, little one.”

Agatha always teased Wanda about how her breeding period made her moody. You didn’t put much stock in it until you got to see for yourself how drastically Wanda’s demeanor shifted after her rut.

Even though you made fun of her for being kind and introducing her alien body early on, it made it much easier on you when Wanda went into a full frenzy one day, pinning you down to the bed and fucking you for hours until you were filled with gooey, wet eggs.

It was drastically different than the other times Wanda had taken you. She didn’t tie you down with her tentacles, but rather held you close to her chest in her arms, breathing heavily against your cheek where she kept pressing kisses and mumbling praises, telling you how good you were doing, how well you were taking her, how pretty you were going to look full of her brood.

Wanda even let you touch her, allowing you to mouth at her tits, tugging on her nipples as she thrusted deeper and deeper into you. After she stuffed you with her eggs, she didn’t let you get up for hours, grabbing anything you needed from the side table with her tentacles.

Since your stomach had become swollen with her, she hasn’t snapped at you once. She’s constantly doting over you, always asking if you need anything and insisting on doing things for you. Though you had long since broken past her pets belong on the floor rule, sometimes you still sat between her legs while you watched television out of habit. But now, Wanda forces you to sit on the couch, propping you up comfortably with plush pillows.

You’re not sure what normal pregnancy feels like in comparison to alien ones, but you assume that human babies don’t come with an occasional subtle glow in your stomach that your alien partner is fascinated with. Wanda’s always touching you now, hands rubbing over your tummy, feeling her eggs shift inside of you.

“You’re beautiful,” she says one day while you lay on the bed with her reading. You look down and see her staring at your stomach, fingers tracing over the subtle outline of the eggs.

“Me or your babies?” You laugh, scratching her scalp as she presses a kiss to your stomach.

“Both, but mainly you.” Wanda crawls further up the bed, meeting your lips in a deep kiss. You moan as she bites your lip, smirking against you. She pulls away, and you see a little sparkle of mischief that you’ve never seen in her eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” Wanda hums.

“Liar. Tell me.”

“Oh, I’m just thinking about how much I like you like this. Seeing you full of me.”

“Kinky,” you tease. Though, the statement makes your cheeks heat up with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Her possession over you has shifted into pure devotion, and you were more than happy about that.

“Mhm. And as soon as these babies hatch…” Wanda presses a small kiss to your cheek and whispers against your skin, “I’m going to fill you up all over again.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #dark wanda x reader #darkfics #c: wanda #silver's 2022 mf celebration #silver writes #tentacle mommy!wanda #IS THAT MY TAG FOR HER

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Careful Creatures

Ship(s): Hela x Agatha, Agatha x Wanda, Wanda x Hela, Hela x Agatha x Wanda

Summary: Three powerful beings broken down back to the start somehow find themselves brought together as they relearn themselves and each other

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, descriptions of being burnt, mild gore, sexual assault/non-con/rape, abuse of alcohol/alcoholism/addiction, amnesia, domestic violence, implied use of roofing drugs

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

A/N: Please READ THE WARNINGS before proceeding. If this were on AO3 it would be rate E for explicit material later on in the series, and M for mature material for the heavy content this story deals in

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Chapter One

She falls in a blaze.

Green and gold and black, streaking through the heavens and flames, like some dying star in need of a desperate wish of its own.

Her skin burns and blisters and blackens, smoke filling her lungs, choking off the last vestiges of air they held.

In space, no one hears you scream.

In space, no one sees the last of a once beautiful and powerful empire crumple to nothing but debris and dust, exploding violently outwards as Ragnarok rages its final breath.

Her cheeks become adorn with the cleansing water of her own tears as she mourns, the prophecy she had been bound to at last releasing its shackles on her.

In space, no one sees her cry.

She tumbles through the darkness, with no force to counteract against her initial velocity, and she hurls through the celestial skies.

Eventually, even her godly body cannot handle the vast emptiness of space.

Her eyes slip shut, her breathing slows, and as she falls and falls and falls, she slumbers.

—»•«—

Agnes stumbles up the stairs, her feet tripping over one another as the world seems to spin.

“That you?” Her husband’s voice calls from their bedroom.

Agnes opens her mouth, the words yes, dear on the tip of her tongue, when she suddenly bolts for the bathroom.

As she's heaving her insides out, Ralph’s large hand painfully yanks her hair in a bunch away from her face.

“Get it all out now, I don't want you soiling the bed.” He snaps, impatient.

Agnes shivers as she retches. It was more than the ever-oppressing feeling that something wasn’t right that drove her to stay out drinking until the bars closed.

Eventually, she has nothing left in her stomach to vomit up, and she half collapses against the cool porcelain.

Her relief is short-lived, but she doesn't fight as Ralph manhandles her.

He is her husband. When she married him, she committed herself before the eyes of God that she would be a faithful wife.

Ralph doesn't like it when she's vocal, so she bites her tongue and lets herself get lost in the dizziness her mind is experiencing and doesn't make a noise of protest or pain as he shoves her to the floor and pulls down her pants.

This is her test to bear, for making her mistakes.

You don't deserve this.

—»•«—

Wanda awakens in a cave.

It's not the oddest place she's ever woken up, though how she's so sure of that, she can't really say.

It must be a gut feeling, she decides, as she tries to think.

She knows her name, that's good.

Her age–

She's… Twenty-six? Thirty-two? She can't recall.

That's… Not normal, right?

She places a hand on a rough wall, trying to steady herself as she walks on shaky legs.

Her name is Wanda… Wanda something. Something… Off? Romanoff? No, that's not right. Romanoff was…

Wanda grits her teeth.

She knows enough that her last name isn't Romanoff, but can't remember whose last name is.

That's extremely frustrating.

Wanda stumbles along the cave, trying to find the way out, and wishes Pietro were here.

Pietro. Her brother. Her twin brother. Her brother who–

A stream of bullets hits through her chest, and she collapses to her knees, screaming her pain.

Wanda violently shakes her head, clutching it.

“Get it together, Maximoff.” She reprimands herself, before realizing what she's said.

Maximoff.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff.

That's good. It means she isn't totally amnesic.

She goes over what she knows as she begins to feel a soft breeze against her face.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff. She had a twin brother, Pietro Maximoff, who died by being gunned down. She doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties. Her parents… She doesn't remember her parents. Possibly dead, almost certainly impossible to find or reach if they aren't. She knows– knew? Knew someone with the surname Romanoff. Someone who… She stole a jacket from? Why was she remembering this and not useful information, like how did she get here? And where is here? And are there people who will be looking for her?

Dread pools in her belly.

People looking for her feels like an ominous statement.

She misses… She misses someone. Someone special. A lover, perhaps? A spouse? A… Child? She’s old enough to have had at least one.

Wanda isn't sure.

Light begins to hurt her eyes.

She's made it to the exit of the cave!

She hobbles, running as best she can, eager, bursting out into open air and freedom and–

Oh.

Oh no.

—»•«—

She burns again, still streaking green and gold and black, but this time, through the atmosphere of a planet.

When she lands, she craters the forest floor and doesn't move.

—»•«—

“Day drinking, Agnes?” Dottie clicks her tongue from behind the brown-haired woman. “I keep telling you we have a decent AA here.”

Agnes does her best to laugh off the comment.

“Oh, you know dear, it's five o’clock somewhere!”

Dottie slides into the seat across from her.

“Look. Your neighbors, I don't know if you know them, the Johnsons, they well… Mrs. Johnson said that late one night when she was just finishing putting the baby back down after a late night bottle feed, that she saw your bedroom window was open–”

“I'm sure whatever she saw she mistaken, Dot.” Agnes smiles as charmingly as she can. “You know how those late nights are with a newborn!”

“She said that Ralph was choking you, Agnes.”

Agnes’s smile slides off her face.

“If my husband,” she stresses, “had been choking me, I would have bruises.”

Dottie’s eyes flick to Agnes’s neck, which is both bare of discoloration, and the tell-tale texture of makeup.

Agnes swings back some of the brunch mimosa in her hand, closing her eyes briefly to gain strength from it.

“Ralph is a wonderful husband. He would never hurt me.” Agnes lies through her teeth. “Is that all why you decided to pay me a social visit during some of my “me” time?”

Dottie shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Agnes…” She trails, trying to find the words. “If you ever did need help, Eastwood– I mean, Westview is here for you.”

Agnes turns her smile all the way up to its brightest wattage. “Will keep that in mind, toots! Thanks for stopping by brunch to talk with this ol’ gal!”

Dottie hesitates before she stands and leaves.

Agnes's wildly beating heart doesn't slow until her fifth post-Dottie mimosa has been downed.

The truth is, Ralph does have a habit of choking her… But the bruises always fade by the next afternoon, rapidly going through the stages of healing broken blood vessels startling fast.

Agnes can't recall ever having healed that way before.

No, healing meant fire and death, healing meant agony for days and weeks because she was only ever meant to hurt, not heal.

Agnes shakes her head as if trying to dislodge the sudden pressure she feels.

That's something she has noticed.

Thinking about her past causes her awful headaches and terrible migraines.

It's best to keep to the present.

Agnes smiles at the hostess as she leaves the venue, not worried about paying.

The people of Westview took care of one another.

She doesn't notice the woman with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes who stands up and leaves after her.

—»•«—

It's been two days since Wanda had started off down the rest of what looked like an intimidating mountain, headed towards what looks to be a promising sign of life in the vibrancy of green trees.

Hopefully, there will be water somewhere there.

Wanda knows she has only twenty-four more hours until her body gives out from lack of hydration.

Her heart skips a beat, and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Hydration.

Hydra.

Hydra was… Bad.

Hydra is bad.

The word gives her a bad feeling.

She keeps on, not even pausing as the tremors grow stronger from the mountain.

The ruins that lay in pieces everywhere, even so far down from the top where it once resided, make Wanda feel awful enough that she had nearly vomited the first time stepping out into the world and seeing it.

She avoids touching any part of it as best she is able.

She can hear rocks sliding somewhere to her left.

Distant.

Her shoulders drop an inch.

She isn't in direct danger. Not yet.

—»•«—

Ralph’s at the bar.

Ralph’s at the bar and he has all his friends there and she didn't know that the bartender used to date him and–

Agnes is vocal as rough hands grasp at her, groping and tugging and searching as their owners laugh.

“Here, dear.” Ralph’s voice is cold. Mocking. “I know how much you like your alcohol. Drink up.”

She doesn't have a choice, surrounded, as he passes her a cup.

Within moments of finishing it, she knows.

There's more laughter.

“So kind of that Maximoff bitch to leave you a wife.” Someone comments.

“To Ralph, and his whore!” Someone else shouts, to resounding cheers.

Agnes wants to scream for help, but the room is spinning and her limbs won't obey her instructions and her mouth feels too heavy to move and then–

—»•«—

No.

—»•«—

The ground slopes slightly, and grass turns to dirt as Wanda follows the stream she found.

Deeper and deeper it slopes, until she's been walking for at least half an hour, and then she sees a mess of blood and green.

—»•«—

The door bursts open, crashing loudly, just as her hands find their way around the nearest man’s throat, a knee jerked violently up between his legs.

The room freezes. She smirks, throws her head back, and cackles.

#sky's fics #sky writes #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #hela odinsdottir #harximoff #wagatha #wandagatha #c: agatha #c: wanda #c: hela #c: helga #c: harximoff #c: helanda #helandatha #c: helandatha #c: haw #wanda x agatha #agatha x wanda #wanda x hela #hela x wanda #agatha x hela #hela x agatha #hela x agatha x wanda

[cptcvrter]

😄 for a happy starter ; @chaxsmagic

Peggy knocked on the frame of the door to the room Wanda was currently occupying and gave her a warm smile when she met her gaze. "Hi," she said, nodding towards the hall. "Busy? Or do you want to go grab lunch with me?"

#c: wanda #[ closed. ]

[inmutant]

"You were pretty out of it." { From Wanda }

'you were asleep/unconscious/comatose' prompts

Luna let out a groan as she slowly moved to sit up, her head was killing her and she was in desperate need of pain relief. She barely even registered that her aunt was in the same room as her, let alone what she was saying to her.

"Wh-what happened last night?" The inmutant asks, for she has no recollection of last night's events, that would've ended up with her on Wanda's living room couch. The mere thought of it evn terrified her, as this has never happened before. "Why can't I remember anything."

@mutantmuses

#mutantmuses #c: wanda

[lcstinthewoods]

&&; open to anyone. set in w.estview.

“Sweetheart, is everything alright? You look a little troubled.” Red painted lips tugged down into a frown as Wanda peered at the other, concern evident in her eyes. She had gotten so lost in how PERFECT everything was, she’d almost missed the frown that seemed deeply etched on the other’s face. What could possibly be the matter when everything was so perfect?

#indie rp #indie marvel rp #indie avengers rp #indie dc #marvel rp #&&; open to nonmutuals. #c: wanda #have a recycled starter #[ v. is this really happening? ] #open starter

[bonanzabox]

Imagine for a second:

You’re sitting on the couch, head in wanda’s lap. She’s petting your hair, everything is soft and lovely.

And then you roll face first into her thighs and just nuzzle all up in there, cause Wanda has beautiful godly thighs. And instantly she’s squeezing your head between her legs, whispering, “go on detka; you want it so bad, come take it”

#c: wanda #deep thots #i love her

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Wanda hadn't been expected to be called in by the X-Men for backup. Even with her standing on Krakoa shifted toward the positive, she wasn't a warleader. Not a commander. Even so, she answered the call. While the X-Men fought, she contained a mystical threat. Some madman had created a magma vent in the middle of the city, and Wanda worked to correct the problem, even as the robots attacked.

"It is rare for machine and magical foes to work in tandem," she called to Rogue while the woman wrestled a killer robot to the the ground. "This does not bode well."

@defyxoblivion

“No shit!” Rogue yelled back as she shoved her hands into plating like it was paper to rip at any available wiring, gloved fists coming up with sparking cords. She flew above, already seeking out the next robot to see to.

“Please tell me there ain’t nothin’ else poppin’ up. It’s crazy enough as is without unicorns and dinosaurs joinin’ the party…”

#defyxoblivion #c: wanda #;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead #;mobile