goshhhh the way safi puts her hand above max's (heart) and at the SAME time we hear words "lover, don't you see" from "i must come clean". they KNEW what they were doing
pairing: dark!wanda maximoff x fem!reader + love quinn x fem!reader
summary: wanda and love's rivalry escalates as their dark secrets are exposed, making you confused with your own feeling
warnings: swearing, manipulation, toxic relationships, possessive behavior, and light violence, with references to implied stalking
wordcount: 4.7k (oops)
an: love was the best thing that you had (haha, get it?)
The ANAVRIN's bustling ambiance fills the room as you slide your things into your locker, lost in thought. The early morning glow filters through the windows, casting a calm before the usual chaos begins.
“Morning,” Love's voice breaks the silence as she appears beside you, her presence warm as always. She’s leaning against the locker next to yours, that signature smile on her face as her eyes roam over you.
“Hi,” you respond, a bit shy under her gaze but comforted by her presence.
“How was your weekend?” she asks casually, though there's a perceptive gleam in her eyes, as if she’s already guessed the answer.
You shrug, feeling the weight of the last few days. “Um… It was okay,” you mutter, already knowing she can see through your attempt to brush it off.
Love chuckles softly, her head tilting as she studies you. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” she says, a note of both humor and concern in her voice. She reaches out, her hand lightly grazing your arm. Though she's technically your boss, Love has always blurred the lines, playing the role of friend, confidante, and something you can’t quite place but feel drawn to.
You laugh lightly at her comment, though you feel a little exposed under her unwavering attention. You’ve never had a boss like her; it feels like she genuinely sees you. “Thank you, Love… it’s just—me and Wanda.” You sigh, dropping your gaze. “We had another fight. These past weeks have been… exhausting. We yell over the stupidest things. I don’t even know why.”
Love’s eyes flicker, a subtle shift that you might have missed if you weren’t looking. But the thought of Wanda clearly doesn’t sit well with her. She smooths it over quickly, though, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You can always talk to me about it, as a friend,” she says with a small smile, her tone soft but laced with an undertone you can’t quite identify.
You nod gratefully, glad to have someone to talk to, someone who isn’t Wanda and who genuinely seems to care. As the morning rush starts, you slip back into your tasks, aware of Love’s frequent check-ins and concerned glances. You tell yourself it’s just her nature to be caring and attentive, she’s just looking out for you.
But not long into your shift, the familiar jingle of the door chime catches your attention. You look up to see Wanda entering, her gaze sweeping the room until it lands on you. Her face softens, though there’s something guarded in her eyes. She steps toward the counter, and Love, who has been by your side, pauses. You feel the shift in the air, the tension radiating between the two women as they exchange brief, forced pleasantries.
“Can we talk, please?” Wanda asks, her voice tense, yet you can sense the urgency behind it.
Love opens her mouth as if to interject but catches herself. With a tight-lipped smile, she turns to you. “Take five,” she says, her tone polite but cool, barely masking the unease.
You follow Wanda out back, already feeling the tension mounting as she folds her arms, her expression a mix of frustration and tenderness. She takes a breath, words swirling in her gaze before she finally speaks, “I can’t keep fighting like this. I just- hate seeing you hurt. I know we’re both stubborn, but…”
She trails off, and before you know it, her hand is reaching for yours. You glance back through the glass door and catch Love watching, she immedietly looks away. You’d always thought Love and Wanda got along, maybe not best friends, but they seemed to tolerate each other well enough, at least for your sake. Any discomfort you’d noticed in the past, you’d brushed off as a result of their contrasting personalities: Love’s calm, watchful demeanor and Wanda’s direct, unfiltered energy.
Out of sight from the main café area, Wanda pauses, her arms folding as she leans against the wall, lips pressed together in a way that tells you she’s searching for the right words.
“Look, I don’t want to make this all… emotional,” she begins, voice soft but steady. “But I’ve noticed you’ve been pretty down. And if I’m even a part of that reason, I want to fix it.”
The sincerity in her tone catches you off guard. You weren’t sure what you expected, maybe just a few minutes of venting or even another apology for your last fight, but seeing her struggle to convey her feelings makes your heart twist.
“Wanda, you’re not… you’re not the only reason. It’s just… there’s a lot,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “Work’s been stressful, we keep arguing, and I just feel so... off lately.”
She reaches out, her fingers lightly brushing over your hand. “I know I can come on a little strong sometimes,” she murmurs, “but I can’t stand seeing you hurting.”
You look up into her eyes, that familiar warmth washing over you, grounding you. “I know you care,” you say softly, hoping she hears the sincerity in your voice. “And I care about you too. I just… I don’t know how to explain it.”
A quiet tension builds between you, that pull you’ve always felt with Wanda, the same one you try to ignore whenever Love’s around, even if you don’t fully understand why. But here, just the two of you, it feels easier to let go, to melt into her touch even if only for a moment. She leans in, her voice barely a murmur, “Then let’s just take it slow. I’m here, okay?”
Her hand gives yours a gentle squeeze, and in her gaze, you feel a promise - a promise to try and ease your worries. But as you glance toward the door, you wonder what it would be like to have both of them in your life without the weight of unspoken words.
Little do you realize that Love, watching through the doorframe, feels the same way.
As Wanda strides away, leaving a faint scent of her perfume in the air, you exhale, a little drained. Love watches you closely before stepping over, her expression gentle, almost too careful. "Are you okay? You two seemed… intense,” she says, her voice warm but laced with a quiet curiosity. She tilts her head, her eyes scanning your face as if she’s searching for any signs of distress.
You nod, giving her a small smile. “Yeah, we… we’ve just been going through a rough patch, that’s all. You know how it can be.”
Love’s gaze softens as she listens, her concern unwavering. “It must be hard,” she murmurs, her voice sympathetic as her hand finds its way to your arm, lingering a moment longer than usual. “I mean, when you care so much about someone… it’s easy to give them chance after chance, right?”
You glance away, feeling the weight of her words. Love always seems to understand in ways that few others do. It’s comforting… almost too comforting.
You begin to say something, but Love’s voice cuts through the quiet between you, catching you off guard. “You know, you’re always so quick to forgive her.”
The comment stings, piercing through the empathy she’s shown until now, leaving you caught between confusion and defensiveness. You furrow your brow, turning to her, startled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Love shrugs, her gaze steady but tinged with something that’s hard to place. "I just mean… Wanda knows exactly what to say to get back into your good graces. And maybe… maybe you don’t make her work hard enough for it.”
Your expression shifts from hurt to anger, and you step back slightly, crossing your arms. “I’m not… Love, you don’t know anything about me and Wanda.”
She raises a brow, the hurt in her gaze replaced by a challenging glint. “Maybe I don’t,” she mutters, her tone sharper now, “but someone who cares might want you to think about what’s really best for you.”
“That’s enough, Love,” you reply firmly, struggling to keep your voice even. “I appreciate your concern, but this isn’t your business.”
The air between you both grows thick, her comment hovering like a weight neither of you wants to carry. You turn back to your work, focusing intently on the task at hand as if it’ll clear the tension between you, but the sting of her words lingers all the same.
Hours later, as you’re gathering your things to leave, Love reappears, her gaze softer, hesitant. She steps forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier… I didn’t mean to cross a line. I just…” She pauses, looking away. “I care about you."
Surprised, you look up, the anger fading from your features. “Thank you, Love,” you reply quietly, nodding, accepting her apology even though you’re not quite ready to shake the feeling her words left behind.
She watches you, her expression filled with something deep and unspoken before finally letting you go, her figure lingering in your mind long after you’ve left.
Later that evening, as you step into your apartment, Love’s words linger, filling the silence around you. You slip off your shoes and drop your bag, replaying the edge in her voice: “Maybe you don’t make her work hard enough for it.”
For the next few days, you go about your routine, but every time you think of Wanda, Love’s voice filters through, reminding you that perhaps there’s more to this than you’ve let yourself admit. So when your next day off rolls around, you find yourself reaching out to Wanda, determined to clear the air. She agrees to meet, and soon enough, the two of you are sitting on your couch, the tension between you palpable.
“Wanda…” you start, shifting nervously as you try to find the right words. “Last time you were here, you really hurt me. And honestly, I don’t want to feel like I’m just here whenever you need a stress relief.”
Wanda’s eyes widen, the surprise flickering across her face quickly replaced by a look of hurt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you felt that way.” She reaches out, her hand stopping just inches from yours. “I never meant to make you feel… used.”
You take a shaky breath, willing yourself to keep going. “I know. But sometimes it feels like you’re so wrapped up in what’s going on with you that you don’t even see me. And I’m here, trying to be supportive, but… I have limits too, Wanda. Sometimes you need to back off and think about how you’re making me feel.”
Wanda blinks, visibly taken aback by the directness she’s not used to from you. She furrows her brow, then asks softly, “Did Love tell you that?”
The question catches you off guard, and you stare at her, feeling both defensive and a little hurt that she’d assume you couldn’t come to this on your own. “No, Wanda,” you reply, shaking your head. “I don’t need Love to think for me. This is how I feel. I just… I need you to understand that.”
The silence between you stretches, heavy with unspoken things as Wanda absorbs your words. She looks away, fidgeting, then nods slowly. “I understand. I’ll try to… be more considerate. Just… don’t think for a second that you don’t mean everything to me.”
You lean back, a mix of relief and lingering tension settling over you, hoping this conversation might finally be a step toward something better between you both.
Over the next few days, the air between you and Wanda grows lighter, though you’re still nursing the weight of everything that’s been said. You try to move past it, but just when things begin to settle, Love steps back into the picture.
One afternoon, you’re finishing up a shift at ANAVRIN, and Love catches you at your locker, leaning in with her usual nonchalant confidence. She smiles as you shut your locker, but there’s a knowing edge in her eyes.
“Hey,” she says casually, “how are things with Wanda? Better?"
You hesitate, realizing that Love has been watching a bit closer than you thought. “Yeah, it’s… getting better,” you say, offering her a cautious smile. “We talked, and I think it helped. I just need her to understand me more.”
Love’s smile flickers with something unreadable, and she tilts her head. “Are you sure about that?” Her tone is careful, but there’s an underlying tension. “I don’t mean to push, but maybe you’re putting in too much energy trying to change her.”
Your brows furrow at her words, feeling the defensiveness flare up. “It’s not about changing her,” you say softly but firmly. “It’s about finding a balance. You don’t understand, Love. She´s my friend."
Love studies you for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I just… I hate to see you giving so much to someone who might not deserve it.”
Her words hit a nerve, leaving a strange chill lingering between you. Before you can respond, you’re interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. You turn and find Wanda standing nearby, her gaze sharp, having clearly heard enough to sense the tension.
“Am I interrupting something?” Wanda’s voice is tight, eyes flicking between you and Love.
Love straightens, her face slipping into a composed expression. “Just checking on her,” she says smoothly. “Making sure she’s… okay.”
Wanda’s jaw tightens, her tone laced with irritation as she shoots Love a withering look. “I think that’s something I can handle myself, Love.”
“Oh?” Love’s expression hardens as she crosses her arms. “Because from what I’ve seen, you’re not exactly an expert at that.”
The tension grows electric, neither of them backing down as you glance between the two. Before you can diffuse the situation, Wanda’s eyes lock on you, a hint of vulnerability there that you rarely see.
“You really talk to her about us?” she asks, and there’s a raw edge to her voice, like she’s seeing you and Love in a whole new light.
You swallow, not expecting things to escalate this way. “Wanda, it’s not like that. Love’s… a friend.”
“A friend?” Wanda scoffs, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Feels like she’s trying to be more than that.”
You open your mouth to protest, but Love speaks first, her voice calm but cutting. “Maybe if you listened to her more, you wouldn’t need to worry about me.” She sends Wanda a challenging look that practically brims with contempt.
Wanda steps closer, her voice dropping as she replies, “You think I don’t listen? Unlike you, I’m not just waiting around to swoop in at every opportunity.”
The silence crackles with a bitter tension that leaves you feeling torn, and you step back, putting space between them. “This… This isn’t about either of you. I need some air.”
Without looking back, you walk away, your heart pounding as their glares follow you. You didn’t expect things to spiral this way, yet here you are caught in a silent battle between two people you care about, each of them desperate to win you over, neither willing to back down.
You step outside, the cool air hitting your face as you breathe in deeply, trying to clear the whirl of emotions churning in your mind. You lean against the side of the building, replaying everything that just happened, and it finally dawns on you... the lingering looks, the pointed comments, the way Love and Wanda both push for your attention. They don’t like each other. At all.
Inside, the tension that was barely contained finally snaps.
“So, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Wanda hisses at Love, her voice low but edged with venom.
Love’s smile is icily calm, her eyes narrowing as she looks Wanda up and down. “What I should’ve done a long time ago, looking out for her. Unlike you.”
Wanda scoffs, folding her arms. “Looking out for her? Please. You’re just manipulating her, making her doubt things that aren’t even true, all so you can swoop in and play the hero.”
“Oh, really?” Love’s voice is cool, but the anger behind it is unmistakable. “I wouldn’t have to play the hero if you weren’t so damn toxic. She spends more time stressed and hurt over you than actually happy. You can’t even see how much you drain her.”
Wanda clenches her fists, her face a mix of frustration and hurt. “She and I are working on things, actually. We’re honest with each other, something you wouldn’t understand. You just worm your way into her head, telling her things, making her question me. You’re not helping, you’re just waiting for her to be vulnerable enough to leave me.”
Love shakes her head, her expression turning scornful. “You’re so blinded by your own jealousy that you can’t even see how she feels. You think I’m the problem? You’re the one who makes her cry, who gets her tangled in fights over nothing, making her feel like she has to walk on eggshells.”
Wanda’s glare sharpens. “Maybe I’m not perfect, but I’m not pretending to be something I’m not. At least I’m honest with her. You? You’re just pretending to be her friend while clearly trying to be something more.”
Love’s eyes flash with irritation, her voice dropping dangerously low. “Maybe if you actually listened to her instead of seeing everyone as a threat, she wouldn’t feel the need to talk to anyone else. But go ahead, keep smothering her with your jealousy. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The words hang between them, heavy with resentment and unspoken threats. Just as Wanda opens her mouth to respond, the door creaks open, and you step back in, oblivious to the bitter exchange that just occurred. Both women immediately compose themselves, though the tension in the room is almost palpable.
Your eyes flick between the two, noticing the stiffness in their postures, but you push the feeling down, deciding not to ask. Instead, you give them both a small smile, hoping it might ease whatever’s still hanging in the air.
But even as they return your smile, each one’s gaze lingers on the other, full of silent challenge, both of them waiting for you to make a choice neither of them is willing to make for you.
You feel both pairs of eyes on you, waiting, practically pleading. The silence stretches long enough that you have to fill it, even if you’re unsure how. Heart pounding, you finally look up, meeting each of their gazes in turn.
“Look… I can’t keep doing this.” Your voice wavers, but you press on. “I care about both of you, more than you probably realize, but I’m not going to choose. I can’t. And I won’t.”
Wanda takes a step closer, an edge of desperation in her eyes. “(Y/N), please… You don’t have to make this harder than it is. We both know this… this thing with Love-”
“It’s not just some ‘thing,’ Wanda!” you interrupt, shaking your head. “Love is my friend. And so are you.” You take a breath, trying to steady yourself, but the way they’re both watching you makes it feel impossible. “You know, you’re both so focused on being right that you’re not seeing the harm this is doing to all of us. And I’m not going to be the one to… I won’t be the one to choose sides.”
Love steps forward, her expression a mix of regret and something harder, a bitterness that lingers beneath the surface. “I understand this is complicated, (Y/N), but you don’t know the things Wanda has-”
“Don’t start with that,” Wanda snaps, cutting her off. “I think we both know you’re the last person who should be telling her who’s honest and who isn’t.”
Your heart sinks as they start again, the accusations firing back and forth as though you’re not even there. “That’s enough!” You raise your voice, and both of them fall silent, startled. “Do either of you even realize what you’re doing right now?”
They exchange a look, an unspoken challenge, raw and unyielding, but you press on, needing them to understand. “Maybe… maybe I should have seen it before,” you say slowly, “but now it’s impossible to ignore. You don’t like each other. You don’t respect each other. And you keep dragging me into it.” You look away, the hurt and disappointment almost too much to hold back. “I can’t keep playing referee in your fight. This- whatever you two have going on- it’s between you. Not me.”
Wanda looks away, frustration lacing her features, while Love’s gaze is fixed on you, sharp but softening, a hint of remorse in her expression. You turn back toward them both, fighting the knot tightening in your throat. “I need time,” you repeat, each word feeling heavier than the last. “I’m not going to let this tear me apart. I don’t want to choose between you… so I’m not going to.”
There’s a long, agonizing silence. You see Wanda’s mouth open slightly, as if she wants to protest, to say something, anything to pull you back. But she doesn’t, and in the tense stillness that follows, it’s clear no one knows what to say. You turn and walk away, feeling their eyes on your back, a weight that lingers long after you’re out of sight.
Days turn into weeks, and you find yourself moving through ANARVIN almost like a ghost. You keep to yourself, speaking to Love only when it’s necessary for work and brushing off Wanda’s attempts to draw you back in. It’s as though an invisible line has formed between you and them, and they both know not to cross it.
But where your silence holds steady, the tension between Love and Wanda only grows. A rivalry that was once subtle has turned sharper, each of them moving in calculated steps as if maneuvering through a chess game. Love, with the quiet authority that comes from her family’s power, taps into her resources. She reaches out to a few discreet contacts, digging deeper into Wanda’s life than ever before, searching for anything that could expose her.
And after days of searching, she finds it, things that have never been made public. Enough to put cracks in the polished image Wanda has worked hard to build.
But unbeknownst to Love, Wanda’s own curiosity about her doesn’t waver. She’s watched the doors Love keeps locked, the spaces that others are told to ignore. And when she finally finds a lead, a whisper of a secret room that Love has kept hidden... she knows she has to see it for herself.
But you, unaware of the growing conflict, focus on getting through each day at ANARVIN without allowing yourself to get caught up in the weight of what they’re both fighting for.
The basement was quiet, each step Wanda took echoing against the concrete walls as she moved further into the dark, empty corridors. She’d followed Love down here once before, noticing how she’d disappear for hours under the pretense of inventory or “managing the back-end.” But tonight, she was here alone, and as she found the door, hidden behind a stack of crates, she pushed it open, revealing a room she never expected to see.
It´s a cage, thick, impenetrable glass, with only a single, reinforced door, a grim testament to someone’s twisted sense of control. Wanda moved forward, pressing her hand to the glass, eyes narrowing as she took in the sterile, unfeeling space. The room seemed like a relic of the disturbing tales she’d heard about Love, though even she hadn't imagined something like this.
She lingered there, running her fingers along the edge of the door’s handle, when she heard footsteps approach. She didn’t have to turn around to know it was Love.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you’d be giving yourself a tour,” Love said, voice dripping with false charm. She let the door close softly behind her. “It’s private property, you know.”
Wanda chuckled, feigning casual interest as she turned around, meeting Love’s intense stare. “A cage, huh? Even I didn’t peg you for the kidnapping type, Love,” Wanda taunted, crossing her arms. “Seems like you’re hiding more than I thought. What exactly do you need this for?”
Love’s smile dropped, her eyes narrowing. “I could ask you the same, Wanda. Or should I say Scarlet Witch?” she bit back, leaning against the glass as she sized Wanda up. “Don’t think I don’t know about your past. Sokovia, all those people who suffered because of you. What was it you called it...collateral damage?”
Wanda’s face hardened, her jaw clenching as Love brought up memories she’d worked hard to suppress. “At least I’m not locking people up in glass boxes, Love. It’s sick.” Her tone was deadly serious, eyes glinting with both disgust and a hint of pity. “Do you think this-” she gestured to the cage, “will make you feel better? More in control?”
Love took a step forward, her voice calm but with a dangerous edge. “I’ll tell you one thing, Wanda. At least I don’t hide behind a mask, pretending to be the perfect friend, while secretly undermining everyone around me. All this time you’ve been trying to twist things, make me look unstable, but I see you for exactly what you are.”
“Funny,” Wanda replied, her voice low and venomous, “because I see you too, Love. A desperate little girl who can’t bear to share anyone’s attention.”
Love’s fingers clenched, but she kept her expression steely. “You think you can intimidate me, Wanda? You’re just a washed-up girl trying to fit into a world that doesn’t want you. But here,” she gestured around the room, “I make the rules.”
The two women stood there, each daring the other to make the next move, knowing that whatever came next would only fuel their growing animosity. Neither one was willing to back down, and the stakes had just become infinitely higher.
Wanda’s voice was icy as she held Love’s gaze, her fingers curling into fists. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing right now, don’t. It’ll be a mistake, Love. One you won’t walk away from.”
Love’s lips twisted into a smirk, feigning amusement. She pushed herself off the glass and stepped forward. “You think you can scare me, Wanda? You have no idea who you’re dealing with.”
Wanda’s eyes narrowed, refusing to step back even as Love’s gaze darkened. “Oh, I know exactly who I’m dealing with... a sad little girl with too much money and not enough sense. You’re playing a game, Love, but you don’t know the rules.”
“Is that right?” Love replied, her voice venomous. “And what are you, Wanda? Just some bitchy manipulator trying to act like she’s any better?”
Before Wanda could respond, Love lunged forward, shoving her back against the glass. Wanda met her aggression head-on, grabbing Love’s arms to keep her steady as they glared at each other, breaths shallow and quick.
“Careful, Love,” Wanda warned, voice low and filled with a barely restrained fury. “Keep this up, and you’ll lose everything.”
Love’s smile was unsettling, her voice sharp as a blade. “I’m not the one with something to lose, Wanda. You know how easily people believe the worst in you. And if I say the word…”
But before she could finish, Wanda twisted her arms free and pushed Love back, sending her stumbling a few steps. They stood there, glaring daggers, both seething but unwilling to take it any further. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot. They knew it and they knew each other well enough to know this fight was only beginning.
Later that night, as you settle onto your couch, phone in hand, the weight of the day pressing down on you, your screen lights up with a message from Wanda.
“Can we meet? I miss you."
A familiar warmth flutters in your chest at Wanda’s name, but a shadow of doubt creeps in, lingering at the back of your mind. You hover over the screen, reading the message again, and your thoughts turn back to Love. If you say yes to Wanda, you have to let Love in as well. You can´t just let one stand outside.
But...
Is this really Wanda reaching out to you? Or is it Love, using Wanda’s phone?
It wouldn’t be the first time Love would do such a thing.
Yep, I need them both. :) also is it obvious, that im in my love quinn era? yeah? good.
A/N: This story is inspired by Elizabeth Olsen's character in Love And Death. However, I must clarify that while I appreciate her performance in the show, I don’t agree with nor glorify the actions of the real-life person she portrays, Candy Montgomery. Therefore, I made the decision to switch the character to Wanda Maximoff and create a “multiverse” storyline. I was inspired by someone else who did a similar switch, and I felt that it was the right decision for my own. With nothing else to add, I hope you enjoy!
Marriage was supposed to be your happy ending, but as your marriage deteriorated, an encounter with another woman opened your eyes to a new world of possibilities and desires you never knew existed.
Time seemed to pass at a frantic pace whenever you found yourself immersed in your most tormenting thoughts. The ceiling, which you watched as you lay in your bed, became your silent witness, as the moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated the cracks in the ceiling, which you could have sworn, you knew by heart by that point.
You caught yourself finding comfort in those seemingly insignificant details, but at that moment, they seemed to be the only tangible things in your life.
Because, no one had prepared you for this.
For as long as you could remember, the idea of marriage had been presented to you as something wonderful, as a kind of destiny that you had to reach in order to be happy and fulfilled. And very late you realized that, in your quest to find that sense of belonging and fulfillment you so longed for, you had fallen into the error of looking for in marriage what you should have found within yourself.
"I worked my ass off to give you everything you needed, I spoiled you rotten, and the one thing you were supposed to give me in return, you couldn't give it to me!" He exclaimed when he came home from work at nine o'clock at night, and you found yourself in the painful position of telling him again that no, you were not in the mood to try.
He had never told you anything like that, at least not explicitly. However, he always let you know by giving you those little looks whenever he saw those happy families with their children in the park, or disguised as a brief "we're working on it" whenever the subject came up in those absurd after-dinner conversations he made you attend. He never felt the need to say those hurtful words to you, until that time.
You could hear your mother's voice echoing in your head, "That's what you get for marrying so young, to someone so old." And yes, you were the youngest of all the wives who gathered after church on Sundays. From the way they talked to you, it was obvious that they thought you were so ignorant of everything just because you were young.
Before, every day of your marriage felt like a fairy tale, everything seemed solved, and you thought you had fulfilled your purpose. It wasn't until, for a change, some idiot friend of James' decided to pick on him by telling him that he was "falling behind."
What hurt the most was that he was looking for in children what you were looking for in marriage, both wrong because, you insisted, it was within you. That was why you refused to even try, in the first place. Being a father wasn't supposed to be just a compensation for his lack of fulfillment.
After failing miserably to go to sleep at a decent hour, you woke up at noon and realized that he was gone. It wasn't the first time he had breakfast out because you simply refused to wake up to prepare him something. The only reason it didn't bother him was because afterward, he took advantage to see other women. Oh, you knew, he didn't even deign to hide it.
Even if you weren't doing the same thing, you supposed you could care less anyway. Any semblance of love had vanished so long ago, but you couldn't afford to be as bold as he was, because you repeated, you were doing the same thing, seeing other women...
... or rather, another woman.
It all happened when one Sunday night, which you thought would end up as hell, was what started a part of your life that really meant something. Very chaotic and perhaps sick to consider it as such, but all you aspired to was those weekday evenings. Before, you had nothing to aspire to, no one you really wanted to give yourself to in that sense.
For a change, you were fighting with your husband. You were eagerly talking to the women about everything and nothing at the same time when he called you over to talk, and his expression was so serene that it was inevitable to think it was not good.
"You'll be happy now! I'm the laughing stock of all my friends because they know we are not even trying to have a child," he blurted out, his alcohol breath invading your nose, causing you a feeling of revulsion immediately.
"How fragile you are to accept a commitment as big as a child is, just because you can't stand the awful comments," you replied, almost in a mocking tone. He hated that, he hated that you seconded all the remarks in some way. His friends teased him because you refused to sleep with him, and you teased him because he cared. It was his nightmare and your delight.
"Not everything is about having kids! They know you're disgusted by me!" He clarified, and just imagining the kind of conversations they were having made you loathe him even more.
"We women are not trophies for you to show off. We are human beings," you replied, pushing him slightly, which was enough for him to fall like a sack of potatoes. "How empty-minded are you guys that the only remarkable thing you have to say is whether or not you slept with a woman, huh?"
He stood up awkwardly and laughed.
"Spare me your feminist talk, I'm outta here," he growled and proceeded to walk off to who knows where.
You let out a long sigh after watching his figure shrink in size until he became invisible to your eyes. Every time he was gone, you felt free. It was as if all your problems disappeared in the form of a loathsome person like he was.
You felt even too guilty because that day you wished he would dawn lost somewhere and never find his way back or have a horrible accident.
"What you said is too true," you heard a voice behind you, making you startle.
You looked around until you came upon Wanda in the driver's seat of her car, with the window open. You were so immersed in your discussion that you didn't even notice that she had been listening to everything.
"I'm sorry you had to witness this," you muttered, lowering your head.
"You know, I always thought of you as a naive girl who doesn't have a fucking clue, but I realize you have guts. Even more than many in there," she ignored your apology, and at her statement, you didn't know whether to be flattered or offended.
"I guess it only takes being ten years younger than you for you to condemn me like that," you shrugged, opting to feel satisfied. This was a great opportunity to prove yourself wrong.
"What are you talking about? That's a lifetime!" She exclaimed as she laughed. You really appreciated that she decided to lighten up what could have been another argument with a little joke, where she made fun of her own mistake. That definitely marked a before and after between you two.
"You're right, you were all here by the time Queen Elizabeth was born," you joked back, causing her to let out a loud laugh that even echoed throughout the neighborhood. It was her reaction that made you laugh even harder.
That day, she asked you to go with her in the car and get lost around the neighborhood. It was almost like a therapeutic session; she talked about her husband, and you talked about yours. You made them the biggest targets of ridicule and insults for maybe three hours, and only stopped when you went to a gas station store to buy snacks and subsequently find a spot in a parking lot on top of a building.
"Don't you sometimes wish you had met other people?" you concluded, as she finished telling you how her husband responded to a piece she wrote. With such indifference that it made you feel extremely indignant.
"All the time," she confirmed, nodding. "Sometimes I imagine what my life would have been like if I had married someone who cared about my mind and not my uterus, and who treats me like a diamond in the rough that values at all times, and not like a trophy that just shows off but leaves to rest in some closet as soon as everyone is gone."
"That's me!" you laughed, placing your hand above hers to squeeze it, as a sign of comfort.
"But I do have a better proposition for you, why don't you start by doing it yourself? Prove to yourself that you're more than what your stupid husband thinks you are, and maybe that will even give you the courage to walk away from him if that's what you want."
You felt a mixture of fear and excitement at the idea. Could you really do it? Would you be able to find the strength to stand on your own two feet and figure out what are your own dreams, even if it meant abandoning the security of your marriage?
You looked at her, who was smiling encouragingly at you, and you felt a surge of gratitude for the moment you shared. Maybe it was time to take a chance and see what else life had to offer.
"...Wow! Such wonderful words were not rehearsed before? You're a natural," you praised her. She blushed slightly at that. "Keep in mind that I'll think about it carefully."
"Think about it! Besides, my husband is an idiot and your husband is an idiot, what would you say if... we found that courage between us? That way maybe we won't settle for less," her voice became raspy in a matter of seconds, as she leaned towards you.
"Oh, sure! Keep in mind that I'm willing to support you...-"
"Look, regardless of that silly prejudice I had about you, when we were playing volleyball, and the sweat was running down your tight blouse... oh, you have no idea what it provoked inside me," she confessed. "Today when I saw you put that fucker in his place, I realized, I'm incredibly attracted to you."
You watched her for a moment, and noticed how her green eyes turned dark. Who were you kidding? If you didn't want James to lay a finger on you it was because it was women like Wanda that you coveted with your being to do whatever they wanted with you.
"I'm not going to lie to you, I was only going to volleyball to see you," you whispered, as if you weren't the only souls in that compound.
You weren't lying. You weren't a big fan of going to physically exhaust yourself after the mental exhaustion that being under the same roof as that disgusting man brought you. However, the mere thought of Wanda being there made you become the most passionate athlete.
"Would you be interested in having an affair?" She inquired without preamble.
Every day used to feel like a cycle of dreary routines from which you could find no escape, leaving you with a sense of longing for something different to shake up your existence. You never imagined, however, that said "something" would be an affair with Wanda Maximoff.
Instead, you adopted an exciting routine that was previously calculated, in order to be able to get away with it, and so far, not a soul suspected you.
However, you were also highly involved in the delight of each other's company, so there was no danger in going to the movies, shopping, visiting each other at home to simply read together, or sharing a lunch.
You hoped that, like you, Wanda would also feel that your presence had irrevocably improved her life, for it was evident that you found in her what you knew you would never find in anyone else.
And so the sleepless nights had become somewhat more frequent than usual. They were minutes turning into hours, until the light of a new dawn appeared through the windows of the room.
Your thoughts were mainly shaped by the failure of your marriage, which there was no longer any point in fighting to save, and how it all led to an affair whose most essential rule you had broken: don't fall in love.
Fortunately, you would fall asleep after your idiot husband left the bed and his scent gradually faded away. It was during those nights that you longed to find yourself on Wanda's chest instead, with her intoxicating scent invading your nostrils. For you, it was one of the most effective ways for you to sleep.
"Who is this?" You groaned, after the ringing of the phone had woken you from your slumber. It was when you saw the clock hanging on the wall that you realized it was four-thirty in the afternoon.
"Your mistress," Wanda laughed on the other end of the phone, replacing annoyance with a feeling of happiness that only she knew how to bring.
The more you fell in love with her, the more you knew this was doomed to fail. You could feel the impending apocalypse, the moment when she would break your heart because you were asking for too much. She was the only solace in a world that had lost all meaning, and you refused to lose her.
"Oh," You replied with a chuckle. "Are there plans for today?"
"I'm too excited to see the new Star Wars movie, and I was wondering if you'd like to go watch it with me," she proposed. "I know we went to the movies recently, but I really hope you don't mind..."
"Yes! You'd love to go with you," You exclaimed, with a huge smile plastered on your face. "If you want to go to the movies a thousand times, a thousand times I'll go with you."
"Yay, perfect! I'll pick you up in an hour and a half," she anticipated you. "See you then."
As soon as you hung up the phone, you set about taking a shower, putting on an outfit and applying makeup that would leave you sufficiently satisfied with your appearance. In a matter of effectively an hour, you were fully ready.
You were putting away the mess you had left behind when you heard your doorbell ring, and with great joy, you ran to the front door.
There she was, with a smile even bigger than yours, and she didn't hesitate for a second to throw herself at you and hug you warmly.
"You look beautiful," You complimented her, appreciating her green orbs and full lips that once kissed every inch of your being.
With a slight blush on her cheeks, she looked around, then grabbed the back of your neck and kissed your lips.
As if it was the first time ever, the softness of her lips against yours was an indescribable sensation that never failed to make you melt by her touch and surrender to her.
"And you look divine," she whispered, a few millimeters away, causing you to feel her hot breath as if it were your own.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathless and flushed. You looked into her eyes and she returned your gaze with a look that was a mixture of passion and maybe, just maybe, a reciprocated feeling of love.
***
"Have you eaten yet, darling?" she asked, once you stopped in front of the cinema, whose line was somewhat extensive.
One thing you greatly appreciated was that concern which was represented through small actions, as in this case, they were questions of whether you had eaten, and at other times they regarded your sleeping habits or whether you had eaten something really healthy and not just fast food from some restaurant nearby. These were acts that may have been automatic and even inert to her, but to you they meant the world.
"I know that tone you take when you've just woken up," she began, referring to the way you answered the phone. "And since I only gave you an hour's notice, I guess you didn't get to eat."
You laughed at her conclusion, which completely evidenced how well she knew you and how interested she seemed in you, "You got me, but it's okay, popcorn will do."
"Not a chance," she countered, predictably. "Let's get you something to eat, and we'll smuggle it into the cinema to make it more fun," she proposed.
You nodded, knowing that she always found ways to make any situation more exciting.
Together you headed towards a small food stall near the cinema, and as you waited for your order, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have someone so thoughtful and considerate by your side.
Once your plates of food were delivered, you took care to hide them appropriately in your respective bags, and, after purchasing your tickets and popcorn, you proceeded to walk towards the cinema, completely satisfied with your successful smuggling.
Finally, you found your seats in the darkness of the theatre, surrounded by the fragrance of corn and butter. You looked to your side and saw Wanda already looking in your direction. It was there that you confirmed once again that the movie didn't matter as much as the fact that you were there together, sharing a fun moment where you could escape for a brief moment.
The film turned out to be shocking in every way.
From the very beginning, it kept you on the edge of your nerves with its intense and exciting plot. The pace of the film gradually picked up and the tension built up. The scenes were shocking and you were holding each other's hands tightly.
It was then that the unexpected plot twist occurred that left you gasping.
The iconic "I am your father" stunned everyone, especially the woman next to you, who was perhaps the biggest fan of the franchise in this room.
"No way," she whispered, and you noticed her eyes watering. "There is no way!"
You couldn't lie, you were just as surprised. Even though it all started as a way to keep Wanda company, you couldn't help but feel moved. You could say you were even beginning to understand what all the fuss was about.
Once the film was over, she stared into the void for a long time, still processing what had happened.
"Do you want me to drive?" You proposed, somewhat amused at her state, but also willing to help and understand her.
"No no, I'm fine, come on! I'm not a teenager!" She shook her head, heading for the passenger door and opening it for you - a gesture you adored.
"Thank you, ma'am," You thanked her, getting into the car. Once she made her way to the driver's seat, you decided to comfort her a little. "Sometimes you're a teenager... sometimes we are. I think growing up is overrated."
She took your hand in hers, and kissed it affectionately, "I wish it was like that all the time and not sometimes; I wish all the time I could have exciting experiences that constantly make me feel on top of the world. I wish I could give that to you all the time. If only we could get married... I swear I would make you the happiest, as happy as I know you would make me."
"Unfortunately you have Vision and I have James... society is slowly programming us to be another one of the bunch, another model of the housewives we're expected to be," You retorted, feeling infected by her melancholy. "That's why we have this, to escape from time to time."
"But I don't want it from time to time! You know something? I've had it with Vision," she stated, starting her car. "I'm sick of him not touching me, not listening to me, and just watching his stupid show."
Your eyes widened.
You never imagined hearing her say that. Sure, you complained about your husbands and the life they gave you, it just didn't seem feasible for neither of you to leave them.
But in the end, why couldn't you have what Steve and Peggy had, for example? And that's when you knew you could have it, you were just with the wrong people. The biggest question was, if Wanda got this person, was she going to leave you? Was it going to be really you?
And that was your biggest epiphany.
You didn't care if you could never have her the way you wanted her, just having her in your life in any way was more than enough. You wanted her happiness even if it was at the cost of your own, and that's when you realized that what you felt was love at its best.
"What are you going to do?" You questioned, once you came back to your senses. It wasn't until you got to your house that it happened.
"I'm going to take all the money he keeps hidden in that shoe box, get the hell out of this town and start over," she replied. "I've been thinking about it for about two weeks now, but I think it's time."
You felt a lump in your throat as you listened to Wanda's words. You couldn't believe that she was planning to go away and leave everything behind, and that on top of it all, she had her mind completely made up.
You had been through so much together, you had laughed, cried and shared unforgettable moments. But now, it seemed that all that would come to an end. You would return to that monotony where you desperately searched for something that could make the day different from others. You missed your home, your family, your friends... and it wasn't your husband, it was Wanda who made you feel that leaving all that behind was for the best.
And again, if she promised to do her best to find the happiness you knew she longed for as well, then this too would be worth it.
Tears began to well up in your eyes as you tried to keep your composure. You struggled for words, for inevitably, sadness gripped your heart. Goodbyes were never easy.
"What are you doing? Why are you crying?" Wanda asked, taking your face in her hands.
"It's just... I don't want to lose you, I love you and going back to the life before I met you is scary, but if that's what you want, then..."
"Don't be silly, you're coming with me," she interrupted, wiping your cheeks with her thumbs. "Wait, you said you loved me?"
You were surprised to hear Wanda's question, immediately mentally beating yourself up for not having calculated your words, but, to your surprise, you also felt a surge of joy at finally being able to express your feelings.
"Yes, I said I love you, silly!" You exclaimed, as if it hadn't been obvious enough. "Look at this godforsaken mess that you've made of me. You're like a bright light in my life, you're the only one who makes me laugh until my cheeks go numb, you make me feel alive, you taught me colors after I got used to so much black and white, you taught me a language I can't speak to someone else. You're everything I ever dreamed I could find in someone, how could I not love you?"
"We don't need to get married, we don't need a damn piece of paper to be happy. Happiness is the most important thing and we already have it," she said, moving closer to press her lips against yours for a moment. "I love you madly. Thank you for opening my eyes. You were my motivation for coming up with this plan in the first place, now that I know what it's like to really live, I refuse to go back to what came before."
"How are we going to do that?" You inquired, somehow reminding her that you too had an issue to disengage from.
"Meet me at midnight."
Once you returned home, you found the person you were unexpectedly certain you would leave behind in a matter of hours.
He had his feet up on the coffee table, his hair tousled and his tie undone, his eyes too focused on the television, which fortunately were struggling to stay open.
"You should go to sleep, or you'll have a very hard time getting up tomorrow," You suggested, knowing full well that you were only going to earn a complaint.
"It's my problem if I want to stay up all night," he grunted, straightening his posture to wake up a little. Even he couldn't deny that it was in vain.
With a scoff, you dropped your bag on the kitchen counter and headed for the bedroom.
You had to pack as soon as possible so that when James decided to go to bed, you wouldn't be caught literally displacing your entire life in a single suitcase.
You started with your clothes, which you folded into rolls so they would fit more effectively, and proceeded to take your beauty products, hygiene products, belongings that held sentimental significance, and sadly, space only allowed you to pack two pairs of your favorite shoes. It was a huge suitcase, the same one you used when you moved here, and you were even surprised at how much you could fit in it. You guess it was again going to accompany you in a new scenario, this time a successful one.
You heard James' clumsy footsteps approaching the room. By that time, you had the suitcase packed and hidden under the bed, waiting for midnight. It was only half an hour away.
He collapsed into bed, not bothering to change or pull the covers over himself. He just tossed and turned, with nothing else on his mind but sleep as soon as possible.
When the time came, you let out a deep sigh and carefully got out of bed, feeling your every movement like an explosion in the darkness of the room.
Once you felt more confident, you slowly bent down towards the suitcase you had hidden under the bed. Every inch you moved was a huge effort, but you knew you couldn't afford to be discovered.
Finally, you reached for the suitcase and carefully pulled it out. Each movement was as if you were touching a taut string, expecting that at any moment it might snap and make everything fall apart. Likewise, each step you took seemed to be heavier than the last, but without looking back for a moment, you kept moving forward, knowing that you were on the last step of your escape.
You heard footsteps approaching from behind and your heart began to pound.
No, no, no. You refused to turn around and look. You were too close!
You tried not to think about it, to convince yourself that everything was fine, but it was impossible.
Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder and you were startled. You turned around to face James, who was standing there, his eyes full of sadness and worry.
"Let me go, James. There's nothing you can do to stop me," you said quietly, trying to hide your fear.
"I know," he said in a calm voice. "I'm not going to stop you. There's no point in keeping this marriage if you're not happy. If I'm not happy. Go with her."
You were shocked to hear those words coming out of James' mouth. For so long, you had been holding back your true feelings for fear of hurting him, and that it would end badly. He already knew that, and he accepted it.
Your expression made him chuckle, "I saw you kissing before you came in," as if reading your thoughts, he confessed what you were wondering. "I just want you to know that I've been watching you for a while now. I noticed how happy you were coming back after spending time with her. Only someone very cruel would stand in the way of that... I'm not cruel, even though I haven't done a very good job of showing it."
You couldn't help but feel some gratitude towards James for being so understanding. It was a strange feeling, considering you were running away from him, but in that moment, you felt that you had finally found someone who understood what was going through your mind.
"You're not the only one who's been seeing other people. I've been seeing... men, too." He confessed, leaving you paralyzed, not knowing what to say. You never would have imagined James would say something like that to you. You felt confused, shocked, and at the same time, a little relieved. At least you weren't the only one who had been hiding something. "You should learn from me, I was careful about it," James joked, trying to lighten the tension in the air.
Finally, you found the right words, "Thank you, James. For understanding me, for being honest. I don't know what's going to happen to me and Wanda from now on, but I'm sure I'll find my way to happiness. And please do whatever it takes to find yours too, no matter with whom it is."
He simply nodded, an understanding expression on his face. "I promise I will, and I hope this isn't goodbye."
James and you hugged each other tightly, sharing an emotional moment that would seal the end of your marriage. It was amazing how this moment of parting was the one where you felt the most respect and compassion for him, and you could tell the feeling was mutual. It would have been easier if instead of condemning each other, you had been willing to understand each other.
Afterwards, he offered to walk you to the car towards Wanda, and you accepted. You walked together in silence, as if you both knew it was better to leave words behind.
The older woman was waiting inside the car, and both James and you laughed as her jaw practically dropped to the floor when she saw you. The confusion was palpable on every faction of her face.
James walked over to her and took her hand, looking at her lovingly, "Take care of each other as only you know how, love each other as you deserve to be loved, because you two are amazing people and deserve all the best in life." He told her sincerely, conveying his flooding desire to redeem himself.
Wanda was overwhelmed by your now ex-husband's words, and nodded tearfully. "Thank you for trusting me with something as precious as the happiness of this one right here."
James gave you one last hug before walking away, and Wanda's gaze was still fixed on him with equal parts sadness and gratitude.
You placed your suitcase in the trunk, and subsequently made your way to the passenger seat.
Wanda asked, "Do I want to know what happened?"
"Long story," you sighed, letting out the air you'd been holding in for far too long.
"Well, we have a long trip waiting for us. There's time," she started the car's engine.
With great excitement, your story with Wanda began this way, the person with whom you were destined to witness fulfillment at its greatest expression.
Together you started a business and lived on it, your daily routines never lacked for adventure and laughter. Every day your love grew more and more, and you never looked back, always moving forward together.
You fondly remember how each sunrise was like a new roller coaster of emotions, always full of new challenges. And in the most difficult moments, when darkness threatened to invade you, you clung to your union, knowing that together you could overcome any obstacle.
And so, with Wanda by your side, living each day with passion and enthusiasm, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be, living your life to the fullest alongside the person you love most in this world.
Summary: (possible MOM spoilers you’ve been warned) You were kidnapped by Scarlet Witch during her attack on the magic temple and she brought you to her Darkhold tower where you keep disturbing her concentration by trying to escape until she decides to render your legs useless (she fucks you very hard)
Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, strap-ons, dom/sub, tiny bit of violence towards reader, sub!reader, dom!wanda, degradation, praise kink
This woman is completely crazy. That’s blatantly obvious at this point. I mean she has single handedly killed just about every person you knew back at the temple.
Plus she kidnapped you and brought you to some evil-looking temple in the middle of the freezing cold mountains. Where you’re forced to hang suspended in the air by red ropes of magic and watch her float above some candles.
You’re held up like a starfish and even though you know it’s useless after struggling for the past what feels like hours. You’re still pulling at the restraints around your limbs.
You kick your legs and yank at your arms, twisting your body trying to do anything to get one of your limbs out.
She can read minds, another thing you have to keep remembering, it’s difficult to concentrate on shielding your mind from hers and also think of a plan to escape but it seems to be working fine.
Movement across the room catches your attention as one of the rock giants under her control walks over to you.
You tug more vigorously at your restraints as it comes closer to you, flinching when it wraps one of its stone hands around your wrist.
The restraints around your wrists and ankles dissipate just in time for the creature to yank you back and fling you against a wall.
You have a brief second to try and shield your body from the impact but pain still radiates from your arm as you slam into the solid stone and then fall a few feet to the floor below.
“Stop moving.” You jerk your head in the direction of the witch hissing at you. You try to scramble back when you see how close she is to you, no longer floating on her “throne” instead standing a few feet away from you.
“I need focus, and your squirming and whining is making it very hard.”
Whining? You hadn’t been whining.
“In your head. Your attempts to shield your feeble mind from me are rather futile.” Fuck.
Thankfully your next move doesn’t even cross your mind, it’s pure instinct when you fling your hand out sending a simple spell her way. A move she clearly wasn’t expecting as it manages to catch her by surprise and sends her stumbling back.
It gives you a brief second to jump up and dash towards the opening, your only plan being to jump off the edge of the tower and hope you survive.
You fling yourself towards the edge of the tower and hover for a brief second in the air before you start to fall, and then you stop falling a second later when red mist surrounds your body and yanks you back into the tower.
You slam back into the same wall as before falling back down at Wanda’s feet. Somehow you manage to lift your head up and look at her considerably more pissed off expression.
Her eyes glow red as her magic surrounds you once more and lifts you off the ground to hang suspended in the air in front of her.
“Did you really think that would work?” The condescension drips from her words as she leans back against the altar and watches as you struggle against her magic.
“No.” Trying to act brave when you were scared shitless was something you were good at, alongside pissing people off, both of which you were trying to do. Angry people are more likely to make mistakes and a mistake means you might be able to escape. “I just really wanted to hit you.”
Wanda’s magic disappears from around your body freeing your limbs, but also dropping you back onto the floor. Thankfully you have enough warning and land on your feet this time.
“And so you did, something I won’t be quick to forget.” Something about the way her eyes seem to sparkle for a moment scares you shitless. “Are you content enough to be still and silent now?”
“Content? Of course I’m not content.” It becomes a little more obvious why you were dropped back onto your feet, when you realize you have to look up to make eye contact with Wanda, something which makes you seem even more powerless. “You kidnapped me. I’m not going to sit here and be still, I’m going to do everything I can to run away from you.”
“Run away from me huh?” She cocks her head to the side. “Hm I think you’ve given me an idea. See I won’t have to worry about you if your legs don’t work. I can just let you sit there helpless on the ground.”
You step back slightly. This woman has killed hundreds of people merely hours ago, she’s obviously not above breaking your back.
“Oh I’m not going to break your back. I was thinking of something less permanent.” Her smile is down right sadistic as she waves her hand flinging you onto the pedestal in the middle of the room.
You start to sit up but once again red ropes curl around your wrists and ankles, spreading you out across the stone.
At this point you don’t even bother trying to fight against them, deciding that wasting your energy would hurt more than struggling would help.
“Aw, you’re already starting to learn.” You flinch as slim fingers poke your ankle just above where you’re bound by magic. You clench your jaw in an effort to keep still as Wanda’s fingers trail up your leg. The tingles spreading through your body as a result of her touch must be the work of some magic she’s doing.
“However you’re going to hurt me just get it over with. You’re not building suspense, just boring me.” She pinches your hip bone and even though it’s through your robes you still jerk away from the pain.
“I would watch your mouth. I think you should be rather grateful I’m granting you the mercy of foreplay.” Immediately you freeze and your mouth goes dry. Foreplay. Foreplay as in-
“Sex.” Wanda interrupts your thoughts, which she’s very obviously listening to at this point.
For once in your life you can think of nothing to say. No comebacks, no insults, hell you can’t even think of any pleas. Your mind has gone completely blank at the thought of you and Wanda having sex. And then Wanda naked, and you naked, and your bodies together, and her touching you, and her fucking you, and-
“Oh that’s a pretty picture you have in your head.” Wanda smirks down at you, raking her eyes over your now shaking body. “You have a very vivid imagination.”
Finally your brain starts to work again as you try to shut out all images of the woman above you. “Don’t touch me.”
“And if I did touch you, what would you do?” She places one hand on your abdomen, even through the thick material you can feel her nails digging into your skin.
“Stop.” You tug against the binds and push your body up trying to shove her away from you.
“You want me to stop?” Her smile grows wider as her hand trails lower. She stops when her palm is resting right against your clit, how she found it through your layers of clothing you have no idea. “And what about now, still want me to stop?”
“S-Stop.” You sound so frail, but you haven’t the mind to care as most of your focus has gone to not moving your hips against her hand. Somehow you had gotten incredibly aroused without even realizing it.
“Your will is already fading. This might be easier than I thought. How boring.” Her degradation somehow only adds to your arousal and you can feel your wetness growing. It must be some kind of mind trick she’s doing.
“Oh darling,” You twitch at her pet name for you, “while your vivid thoughts are interesting, I’m not making you feel anything. Your body’s reaction is all yours.”
Somehow that makes it worse than if she was manipulating your body. Because no you couldn’t- You can’t want this woman. She’s horrible. She killed all of your friends-
“Get out of your head. Your whining is infuriating.”
“Well so was you killing everyone I cared about. You’re a-” Your breath hitches as she grinds her palm against you.
“Sorry, what was that? You trailed off.” You twist your head, refusing to look at her smirk any longer.
You bite your tongue trying to quiet the whine in your throat as she continues to grind her hand against you. “Answer me.” You jump as her free hand grabs your jaw and yanks your face back towards hers.
“Nothing.” You’re completely at the Witch’s mercy, she truly could kill you in a second if she wanted to.
“And you were so brave earlier, how disappointing.” She drops her hands away from you and takes a step back.
With a wave of her hand red wisps surround you and you feel your clothes disappear. The cold is more prominent now as you shiver against the cold stone beneath you. You twist your head towards Wanda, “give me my-”
Wanda must have removed her suit the same way she removed yours because she’s standing naked before you now and all thoughts fade from your mind as you watch her eyes rake over your body.
You take the opportunity to drop your eyes down her body. Your eyes, or course, catch on her chest as your eyes make their way back up her naked body. When you finally reach her face you find Wanda’s eyes staring back into yours, her smirk is becoming a permanent feature on her face at this point.
The thought that she caught you staring and most definitely read your mind while you were doing so makes your face heat up and you drop your head back refusing to look at her.
“Aw, did you get embarrassed? Poor baby.” This time you remain still as her fingers brush against your thigh. “You can stare if you want. I don’t mind.”
You squeeze your eyes shut as her fingers brush your inner thigh, a few inches higher and she would be- No no no don’t think about that.
Her hand trails higher until she’s just barely brushing your core. “So wet detka.”
You open your eyes in confusion as an accent slips into her voice.
“Sokovian.” She answers your question before you even think about it.
The only thing you know about Sokovia is that it was always in the midst of a brutal civil war and that the Avengers destroyed a large part of it, which probably explains a lot about her personality.
You scream as Wanda forces two fingers inside you without warning. Maybe you thought of a sensitive subject? You whine and tremble as she thrusts them in and out of you roughly. “Are you a virgin?”
It’s ridiculous that she thinks you can respond to her question while she fucks you like this. “Oh come on, you can make snarky remarks while fighting, you should be able to answer a simple question with only two fingers inside you.”
The way she says only two fingers makes it sound like she has a lot more than two fingers planned for you and the thought has you clenching around her while you struggle to answer her question. “N-no.”
She hums and slows her pace slightly, a brief release until you feel her start to push her fingers deeper and deeper inside you. “So tight though.”
After getting used to the stretch you relax slightly as Wanda pushes her fingers and in and out of your body. You clench your jaw to stifle the moan as her fingers brush that sensitive spot inside you.
It doesn’t seem to work though as Wanda coos down at you. “Oh that’s your spot isn’t it.” It’s clear she doesn’t need an answer, because she starts curling her fingers and hitting it on every thrust.
“F-Fuck.” You moan as she brushes her thumb against your clit. She rubs it back and forth while her free hand wraps around your throat.
“Watch your mouth.” She squeezes slightly before relaxing her hand.
No one has ever had you on the edge of coming so fast. Wanda probably wants you to ask for permission or something but screw her.
You bite your lip as you fall over the edge arching into Wanda’s hand. Just as a wave of pleasure hits you Wanda pulls her hand completely away leaving you to tremble and shake as your hips thrust up into the air trying to get anything to get true release.
Ruined orgasm. You’ve never had one before but that must be what it is. Somehow it’s worse than being edged and you feel the need for release now even worse than before.
Ignoring Wanda’s cross expression staring down at your sweat slicked body you slowly regain control of your breathing enough to speak. “Fucking bitch.”
Probably not the smartest choice of words as seconds later Wanda’s hand smacks across your face. It’s the first time Wanda’s hurt you with her own hands and while you didn’t think she looks that strong physically, it hurts like a bitch. Your cheek stings and you’re sure there’s going to be a well defined handprint tomorrow, if you’re still alive.
“I think you’re very aware that in this situation if you want to cum, you’re going to need to ask politely.”
You do your best to steady your voice. “I’m not going to beg if that’s what you want.”
“You will.” You try to calm your thoughts as Wanda slides onto the altar and straddles your waist. “If you won’t beg me for permission,” she leans down and fully presses her body against yours, her mouth beside your ear, “you’ll beg me to stop.”
Before you have time to comprehend she pushes her fingers back inside you again. Wanda wastes no time setting a brutal pace as she grinds her palm down against your clit.
It doesn’t help your arousal that you can feel her dripping center pressed against your waist and for some reason knowing she’s as turned on as you makes you feel slightly better about your helpless condition.
You feel the pressure building your abdomen again and you start wiggling your hips against Wanda’s hand. “Wanda.”
The urge to ask her is already present but you won’t submit to it. You cut yourself off at her name.
“Oh that won’t do.” She talks lazily, no longer fighting to hide her thick accent. “We can think of something better for you to call me. What do you want to call me?”
“Wanda.” Your lips brush against her shoulder as you speak.
“There’s better things you could call me though. Like oh-” She sits up and you watch as her eyes fade from red back to green, she was reading your mind. Shit. “That little thing you’ve never told anyone. That one kink you have.”
You clamp your mouth shut, not trusting yourself to speak reasonably. She leans back down and you try to ignore how perfect your bodies feel against one another.
You whine as she trails her tongue along your earlobe. “Come on, we both know what you want to call me.”
“I don’t.” You arch against her body as she brings you closer and closer.
“You do. Give in. Give in to me. Give in to mommy.” Any rational thoughts leave your mind. You moan as she grinds her palm rougher against you.
“M-Mommy.” The word rolls off your tongue as Wanda nips your ear.
“Yes baby.” You don’t need to see her face to know she’s smirking. “Are you gonna cum? Go on. Cum for mommy.”
Instantly your body complies to her order and you cum on her hand, moaning against her skin. She slows down as she works you through your orgasm. After you collapse back against the stone, she sits up and pulls her fingers out.
Your eyes widen as she brings her hand up and sucks the fingers that were just inside you into her mouth. As she closes her eyes, as if savoring the taste you try to ignore the already returning desire for her.
“So good baby. Who knew you could be such a good listener.” Wanda removes her fingers from her mouth and lowers her hand to prod them at your lips. Your lips part and you obediently suck her fingers as she pushes them into your mouth.
Wanda keeps her fingers in your mouth as she repositions herself between your legs. It’s then that you feel what must be a strap on, one that you have no idea when she put on or where it came from.
Wanda pushes the tip against your entrance and you can’t help but squirm when you feel how big it is. Sure you’re not a virgin but you’ve never taken anything this big.
“Don’t worry. Mommy will make it fit just try to relax, it’ll be easier that way.” And then she’s pushing inside you.
You whine around her fingers as your walls stretch around her. The ropes around your limbs dig painfully into your skin as you shake and tug against them.
A tear falls down your cheek before you even notice it. After what feels like an eternity of pain Wanda presses her body back down against yours and stills.
“Shhhh.” She shushes your muffled sobs as she gives you a moment to get used to the stretch.
When the pain starts to subside Wanda pulls out maybe halfway, you sigh with relief, only for her to thrust back in a second later.
She repeats this a few times before speeding up her pace. You lose all control of your body as she starts to thrust into you harder and harder.
Wanda pulls her fingers from your mouth and uses the hand to prop herself up, using the other hand to drop between your bodies and circle your clit.
All pain fades to pleasure as you feel another orgasm fast approaching. “W- Mommy I-”
Your words are cut off by a moan as Wanda thrusts particularly hard. She keeps her brutal pace while she speaks. “You gonna beg me baby? Go on. Beg your mommy to let you come.”
“I need-” It’s hard to choke out the words. “Please mommy I need to cum.”
The smile Wanda gives you lets you know how royally you just fucked up by submitting to her. “Good girl cum for mommy.”
You throw your head back as you orgasm again. Wanda mumbling breathless praises in your ear as she keeps pounding into you.
But she doesn’t stop when your aftershocks fade instead she keeps roughly fucking into you with no response to how you writhe and sob beneath her.
As she fucks you through another almost painful orgasm, you realize exaclty what she meant when she said you’d be begging her to stop.
After your third orgasm in a row the restraints on your body fade, Wanda opting for securing your wrists with one her own hands instead.
Even after you break down and plead with her to give you a break she doesn’t stop. Again and again Wanda mercilessly takes you apart on her throne.
Wanda no longer holds your wrists, instead they’re clasped loosely around her shoulders, your body having lost its energy to move a long time ago.
“Please.” You once again plead with the Witch above you, praying that after what feels like an hour of this she’ll finally listen. “Please I can’t take it anymore.”
Wanda grunts in response. The only sign that she’s been using any effort this entire time is the sheen of sweat over her skin and the way her chest heaves against your own.
“Sure about that?” One of your hands tangles loosely in her damp hair. “I think you can. I think you owe me more, don’t you? Remember how you hit me? I said I wouldn’t forget that and then trying to come without permission? That can’t go unpunished.”
“Please please I’m sorry I won’t do it again I- just please mommy please I’ll be good I’ll be good for you.” Wanda doesn’t respond, instead she snaps her hips forward in a way that has shaking with yet another painful orgasm.
As you shake through the aftershocks, Wanda finally, finally slows her pace and collapses on top of you. The thought of taking this opportunity to escape never crosses your mind, instead you tuck your head into her neck and inhale her foresty scent.
You try to fight your eyes slipping shut as exhaustion ways your entire body and mind down.
“Good girl.” Wanda finally mumbles into the crook of your neck. She pushes herself off you and slowly eases out of you.
You’re used to the feeling of Wanda’s magic surrounding your body so it doesn’t bother you when red tendrils swirl around both of your bodies.
It feels like your body is cleaned which is a little odd, but the feeling fades as clothes slip back over your naked form.
You pick your head up when you realize what’s covering you isn’t your sorcerer robes, the sweatshirt and pajama pants on your body aren’t even ones you recognize.
“They’re mine. I actually destroyed your robes when I took them off, I thought they were rather ugly.” You watch Wanda as she sits back and looks down at you. She actually seems calmer now than she did earlier.
She’s also back in her suit and looks very clean all things considered. “Magic.” She strokes her hand down the side of your cheek, almost affectionately? She moves as if she’s wiping away the tears from earlier even though they’re no longer there. “All magic.”
Her eyes flash red for a moment. “Now, I can work uninterrupted I believe.” With a wave of her hand, you’re lifted into the air and deposited on a cot she must have conjured in the corner of the tower’s room.
A blanket curls around your body and you sink back into the mattress.
You hear what must be the stone giants moving around and it sounds like one of them gets closer to you but just as you drift off to sleep you hear Wanda’s voice cutting through your sleepy haze.
“Don’t worry about her, she’s not going anywhere.”
Warnings: Mommy Kink, Mommy!Wanda, Bottom!Reader, praise kink, slight mind control/invasion, there are fingers involved, Dark!Wanda, mention of murder?, multiverse of madness spoilers, I’m new at this don’t judge, smut, |minors DNI, 18+
Summary: Instead of whispering “run” in the MoM scene at the Kamar Taj, (y’all know what I’m talking about) Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running. I feel like we all combusted when we saw that scene…Let me know what you think.
Several students gathered around the courtyard, raising their arms to form shields, listening for the Supreme Sorcerer’s next orders. You weren’t the greatest at magic, still learning as a student with the mystic arts. So even though there were many others like you in Kamar Taj, ready to defend the temple against a great threat, your confidence was not very high. Especially when said threat, was the mythic Scarlet Witch, who is written in script to be more powerful than even the Sorcerer Supreme.
While that was shocking enough, you were even more surprised, when, in a storm of clouds, the Scarlet Witch arrived, red surrounding her and gracing your eyes with the most beautiful women you had ever seen. She was floating high above all of you, talking with Strange in what appeared not to be a pleasant conversation. And yet you could still see the vibrant green of her eyes from where you stood, her hair flaming red, and the sun illuminating her red armor and what looked like a fitting crown. You were mesmerized to say the least, and couldn’t help but stare as she spoke to the other sorcerer.
The sudden movement of Strange backing away from the witch snapped you out of your trance and reminded you of why she was here. A poor girl, named America Chavez, was being hunted for her powers by the Scarlet Witch, wanting to take them for herself which would kill the girl in the process. You were all for protecting young, innocent, supernatural, teenage girls. Murder wasn’t right in your moral standards after all, but you could also understand why the witch was after Chavez’s powers. A mother’s love was no joke and hearing about Wanda losing everyone she loved…it-it was understandable, wrong, but understandable. Strange flew back down to Wong, leaving the Scarlet Witch looking furious after attacking the shield held up by everyone and failing to break through. She threw bright red blasts of her power, shaking the temple, (and a few sorcerers in their boots) but luckily your effort to join forces with one another made the barrier strong enough to withstand her. You felt a sense of victory when she stopped, knowing that she couldn’t break through, but that immediately went away when you heard Strange tell Wong that she was going after your minds instead.
“Fortify your mind!” Wong warns to everyone. You weren’t sure how to exactly do that, but you knew you weren’t a person to scare easily, feeling assured of yourself since you were always fearless and confident when you did dangerous or scary activities. So, preparing yourself for any sort of intimidation or invasion of your mind, you looked toward the Scarlet Witch. Only when you did, she was already looking right at you. You tried not to gasp from the look in her eye, she looked so focused on you and then…interested. You straightened your stance, solidifying your magic more and tried to keep yourself from giving anything away.
Too focused on keeping a strong front and watching her for any movement, prepared for her to possibly scare you or take control of your mind. You were not prepared however, for the sudden presence and warmth you felt from behind you. Feminine curves pressed along your back and soft lips brushed against your ear, you then heard a low beautiful voice whisper.
“I know what your thinking, your thoughts are very loud little one.” Strong arms wrapped around from behind you, delicate hands tipped with black splayed themselves against your stomach, holding you almost possessively. It certainly felt secure. You couldn’t move, not sure what to do, Wanda was still in the air above you, looking at you with dark eyes. You knew she was in your head, that what you were feeling was all in your head. Yet it felt so real and, you hated to admit it, she felt so good. What was she trying to do? You weren’t going to just let her control you, make you give up your magic and run. Letting your defense down would make everyone else lose their defense as well and as nice as she felt you wouldn’t give up that easily and fail everyone.
You tried to move forward a bit, to get out of her hold, but that plan failed miserably when she merely moved her hands down, grabbing you by the hips and pressed you flush against her, hips slotting against each other. This time you couldn’t contain the whimper that left your mouth and you felt her smile against you ear.
“Your a little fighter aren’t you?” She said with amusement. You tried not to show how much she was making you flush, but knew you failed when you felt her hum from behind you.
“I know how you feel about me, you can’t hide it, not from me. This feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you want to feel more? You want to know what it feels like to be my good girl and let go don’t you?” Her lips skimmed down to your neck as she said this, placing a gentle kiss right below your ear. “Your doing so well already, look at you, such a sweet girl letting me hold her. You feel so good against Mommy.”
An uncontrollable shiver racked through your body at her actions and you had to bite your lip to contain the moan you wanted to let out at her words. You wanted to feel more, you already wanted to please her, but you knew it was wrong. So many people were counting on you to hold your ground, to stay strong. You didn’t want to let them down, but your resistance was crumbling and she knew it. She moved her hands up from your hips, up to your stomach, nails scratching upward through your clothes, then stopped right under your breasts, making you tremble. She nuzzled her face into your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent and moaned right into your ear, effected by your smell.
“Oh, baby girl, I can smell you already. You smell so good, all ready for Mommy to taste you. I know you don’t want to fight me anymore, it’s hard isn’t it? Having to think all those hard thoughts, making big decisions, trying to please all these people who don’t even know you.” She moved her hands up and finally cupped your breasts, without thinking, your back arched into her, her warm hands started to slowly massage them as a reward. Whispering in your ear, “But I know you, I know your just a sweet girl, one who just wants to be loved and cared for. You just want to please Mommy don’t you? Let Mommy make all the hard decisions and let me take care of you.” Wanda suddenly slides her leg between yours from behind, barely adding friction to where you’re so badly aching. She places her mouth back on your neck and starts to suck, and in between each slow mark she lays, she continues to speak. “It’s ok my little one.” Another kiss, “Don’t fight me anymore.” A soft bite, “I promise it will all be ok, I will take care of everything.” (She doesn’t mention, that she’s also means everyone.)
At this point your panting, your so close to just letting go. There is nothing else but Wanda. Wanda looking down at you gently, her body molded behind you, holding you safely in her arms, her soft melodic voice surrounds you, her hands caress your body in intoxicating ways and they won’t stop. She’s in your head, and now almost has your heart, you’ve forgotten what it was you were trying to fight, to resist. How could you fight her, why would you want to fight her? All she has been is sweet to you so far, why not just let go? You look to the right of you to see if any other sorcerers are aware of what’s happening, to see if that would remind you of your reason to resist. That thought is quickly shut down however, when instead of seeing a fellow sorcerer, you become face to face with striking emerald eyes, the pinkest lips you’ve ever seen, and high cheek bones that you just want to place your palms over and hold cherishingly. All attached to this stunning women who holds you gently like your her whole world. You’re caught in her gaze, her pupils are blown wide, taking you all in as she leans closer, her lips are just barely grazing against yours when she does. Warm breath caresses your lips when she finally decides to say the one thing you needed to hear to let go.
“Such a Good girl”
You moan, loud and wanting, sinking in to her and giving up all resistance, and Wanda’s eyes light up at the sound, at your giving in. She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you to her, smashing your lips together. Her lips are even softer than you thought, and you thought of them pretty soft from just looking at them. Her nails scratch the back of your head lightly, sending pleasant shivers down your spine and you moan, opening your mouth. Wanda uses this as her way in past your lips, her tongue sliding in smoothly, curling against the roof of your mouth, completely devouring what feels like your entire being. She grabs both the sides of your face for better leverage, and presses her front against yours. Chests heaving against each other as you both practically breathe in one another. Sucking on your tongue as she pulls away, you whine. She laughs, it’s a short laugh, low, soft, and sweet. Your instantly addicted to it. She moves her head down to your neck, and you can’t control your breathing or the noises she’s pulling from you. Nipping and sucking all along your throat and you begin to move your hips against her.
“Yes, that’s it, good girl, give yourself to Mommy. Let me see all of you. Such a sweet girl, giving in and letting Mommy take over.” She slides her hands down your body, one going to your ass, the other slyly finds it’s way into your pants. You gasp when you feel deft fingers caress your covered pussy. Your completely soaked, through your panties and all. You try to act unembarrassed about this, but Wanda has other ideas.
“My my, look at you baby girl, dripping all over just from a kiss. Does Mommy make you feel that good? Or do you perhaps like the idea of everyone seeing you being completely taken by me? Letting them see what a little slut you are for the Scarlet Witch. Do you like it when Mommy shows everyone just who you belong too?” Her fingers continue to move up and down over your covered pussy, but it’s not enough. Too much clothing and not enough attention to where you want her. Your dumbly humping her hand now, and you whimper from frustration. She pulls back a little, her hand that was groping your ass, swiftly moves to your throat, holding you there. She looks at you with her teeth slightly bared, so close to your mouth you can almost taste her.
“Answer me my pretty girl, do you like it when Mommy claims you in front of all these people? You want me to make you cum right here on my fingers for everyone to watch? Answer Mommy when she asks you a question and my good girl will get a sweet little treat.” Her fingers have moved to the sides of your folds not even close to your clit, creating a V shape with her fingers, teasing with how close she is to where you need her. Your absolutely ruined at this point, arousal dripping down your legs. Your so desperate for her to touch you, to give you your release, so with a blush that won’t seam to leave your face and neck, you nod quickly and do your best to give her a coherent answer.
“Y-yes, I want you M-mommy, please mommy let me cum, I’ll be your good girl, let them to see what you do to me, make me yours.” Delighted with your answer, Wanda smiles, it’s dazzling and your stunned by her beauty all over again. You don’t have much time to dwell on that though because the next moment, she’s pulling you in to her by your throat, kissing you so deeply that you don’t notice her fingers slipping past your underwear until a finger is dipping into your tight pussy. She sinks her finger in all the way at the same time her tongue delves in your mouth, nearly reaching to the back of your throat with her hot tongue. She moans at how wet you are, and starts to slowly move her finger in and out of you, her tongue synchronizing with her finger. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you’ve never felt so taken, she’s consuming all of you and it’s absolutely mind numbing. With her hand that’s still holding your neck, her thumb starts to caress the column of your throat, you don’t know how someone can completely devour you and still be soft and dominating at the same time. She starts to move her hand faster against you and soon you need more.
“Mommy. Please, I need more.” you gasp out. Wanda pulls back from kissing you and hums.
“We’ll since my good girl asked so politely.” With out any other warning, you feel her add another finger. With dark eyes never leaving your face, she eases both her fingers in, you let a choked moan and you stare at her with wide eyes never moving from hers. Addicted to the way she watches you, she takes note of every sound and reaction you make and you love it, love the attention and care. It’s this look, and the way she moves her thumb to rub tight circles on your clit, pumping in to you at the same time that brings you close to the edge. Wanda can sense your close, the way your cunt clenches around her fingers, gripping them so tightly. The way your hips starts to move erratically against her. She groans at how wet and warm you are, going crazy with the way you look at her, with pleading and near tears in your eyes. You don’t know if you can go for much longer so you try to tell her.
“I’m gonna-mommy please I’m gonna cum.” You gasp out.
“Shh, shh, I know baby girl, your doing so good, such a good girl taking mommy’s fingers so well. I want you to cum now, be my good girl and cum all over my fingers.” The thought of getting her black tipped fingers messy with your cum makes you groan. After this, she adds a third finger, curling them, pumping them so deep in you, hitting spots you’ll never reach yourself and your release finally washes over you. You feel like your exploding. Arching into her, arms wrapped around her neck holding tight, eyes closed shut because your literally seeing stars. She’s watching you closely, holding you up because your legs stopped working since before you came. And now she’s just breathing you in, whispering praises to you and slowly moving her fingers to prolong your pleasure. You finally come down from your near heaven experience, calming your breathing into her neck as you hold each other. She rubs your back, holding the back of your neck, keeping you close, until she pulls back a little. You try to stop the whine that slips out, but she hears it.
“Don’t worry little one, I’m not leaving you. Your mine now, and I take care of what’s mine.” You feel warm and content at her words, knowing she wasn’t going to just use you and then leave you… why would she use you and leave you… wasn’t there something you were doing? Oh.
Suddenly, she’s not holding you anymore. You finally come back to the real world, and look up. The Scarlet Witch looks back down at you, and she smirks. You sink to your knees, letting go of your hold on your magic. You can’t believe what just happened, what felt like hours, was only just a couple seconds in your mind. The Scarlet Witch invaded your mind, taking over every part of you, and you let her. The barrier breaks down around the temple, and your comrades start to attack. You don’t, instead you feel scarlet wisps gently lift your body off the ground. As your being moved to safety away from the chaos, Wanda demolishing the temple and its sorcerers, you can’t seem to bring yourself to help or care. It may have been in your mind, but Wanda owns you now, and what a good girl she owns.
Part 2
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Y’all let me know what was your favorite part! I’m desperate to talk about Wanda. 😭and I’d love to hear what you think.
Warnings: Mommy Kink, Mommy!Wanda, Bottom!Reader, praise kink, slight mind control/invasion, there are fingers involved, Dark!Wanda, mention of murder?, multiverse of madness spoilers, I’m new at this don’t judge, smut, |minors DNI, 18+
Summary: Instead of whispering “run” in the MoM scene at the Kamar Taj, (y’all know what I’m talking about) Wanda reads your mind and sees that you are attracted to her. She uses a different method instead of fear, to make you submit to her, and it definitely does not involve running. I feel like we all combusted when we saw that scene…Let me know what you think.
Several students gathered around the courtyard, raising their arms to form shields, listening for the Supreme Sorcerer’s next orders. You weren’t the greatest at magic, still learning as a student with the mystic arts. So even though there were many others like you in Kamar Taj, ready to defend the temple against a great threat, your confidence was not very high. Especially when said threat, was the mythic Scarlet Witch, who is written in script to be more powerful than even the Sorcerer Supreme.
While that was shocking enough, you were even more surprised, when, in a storm of clouds, the Scarlet Witch arrived, red surrounding her and gracing your eyes with the most beautiful women you had ever seen. She was floating high above all of you, talking with Strange in what appeared not to be a pleasant conversation. And yet you could still see the vibrant green of her eyes from where you stood, her hair flaming red, and the sun illuminating her red armor and what looked like a fitting crown. You were mesmerized to say the least, and couldn’t help but stare as she spoke to the other sorcerer.
The sudden movement of Strange backing away from the witch snapped you out of your trance and reminded you of why she was here. A poor girl, named America Chavez, was being hunted for her powers by the Scarlet Witch, wanting to take them for herself which would kill the girl in the process. You were all for protecting young, innocent, supernatural, teenage girls. Murder wasn’t right in your moral standards after all, but you could also understand why the witch was after Chavez’s powers. A mother’s love was no joke and hearing about Wanda losing everyone she loved…it-it was understandable, wrong, but understandable. Strange flew back down to Wong, leaving the Scarlet Witch looking furious after attacking the shield held up by everyone and failing to break through. She threw bright red blasts of her power, shaking the temple, (and a few sorcerers in their boots) but luckily your effort to join forces with one another made the barrier strong enough to withstand her. You felt a sense of victory when she stopped, knowing that she couldn’t break through, but that immediately went away when you heard Strange tell Wong that she was going after your minds instead.
“Fortify your mind!” Wong warns to everyone. You weren’t sure how to exactly do that, but you knew you weren’t a person to scare easily, feeling assured of yourself since you were always fearless and confident when you did dangerous or scary activities. So, preparing yourself for any sort of intimidation or invasion of your mind, you looked toward the Scarlet Witch. Only when you did, she was already looking right at you. You tried not to gasp from the look in her eye, she looked so focused on you and then…interested. You straightened your stance, solidifying your magic more and tried to keep yourself from giving anything away.
Too focused on keeping a strong front and watching her for any movement, prepared for her to possibly scare you or take control of your mind. You were not prepared however, for the sudden presence and warmth you felt from behind you. Feminine curves pressed along your back and soft lips brushed against your ear, you then heard a low beautiful voice whisper.
“I know what your thinking, your thoughts are very loud little one.” Strong arms wrapped around from behind you, delicate hands tipped with black splayed themselves against your stomach, holding you almost possessively. It certainly felt secure. You couldn’t move, not sure what to do, Wanda was still in the air above you, looking at you with dark eyes. You knew she was in your head, that what you were feeling was all in your head. Yet it felt so real and, you hated to admit it, she felt so good. What was she trying to do? You weren’t going to just let her control you, make you give up your magic and run. Letting your defense down would make everyone else lose their defense as well and as nice as she felt you wouldn’t give up that easily and fail everyone.
You tried to move forward a bit, to get out of her hold, but that plan failed miserably when she merely moved her hands down, grabbing you by the hips and pressed you flush against her, hips slotting against each other. This time you couldn’t contain the whimper that left your mouth and you felt her smile against you ear.
“Your a little fighter aren’t you?” She said with amusement. You tried not to show how much she was making you flush, but knew you failed when you felt her hum from behind you.
“I know how you feel about me, you can’t hide it, not from me. This feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t you want to feel more? You want to know what it feels like to be my good girl and let go don’t you?” Her lips skimmed down to your neck as she said this, placing a gentle kiss right below your ear. “Your doing so well already, look at you, such a sweet girl letting me hold her. You feel so good against Mommy.”
An uncontrollable shiver racked through your body at her actions and you had to bite your lip to contain the moan you wanted to let out at her words. You wanted to feel more, you already wanted to please her, but you knew it was wrong. So many people were counting on you to hold your ground, to stay strong. You didn’t want to let them down, but your resistance was crumbling and she knew it. She moved her hands up from your hips, up to your stomach, nails scratching upward through your clothes, then stopped right under your breasts, making you tremble. She nuzzled her face into your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent and moaned right into your ear, effected by your smell.
“Oh, baby girl, I can smell you already. You smell so good, all ready for Mommy to taste you. I know you don’t want to fight me anymore, it’s hard isn’t it? Having to think all those hard thoughts, making big decisions, trying to please all these people who don’t even know you.” She moved her hands up and finally cupped your breasts, without thinking, your back arched into her, her warm hands started to slowly massage them as a reward. Whispering in your ear, “But I know you, I know your just a sweet girl, one who just wants to be loved and cared for. You just want to please Mommy don’t you? Let Mommy make all the hard decisions and let me take care of you.” Wanda suddenly slides her leg between yours from behind, barely adding friction to where you’re so badly aching. She places her mouth back on your neck and starts to suck, and in between each slow mark she lays, she continues to speak. “It’s ok my little one.” Another kiss, “Don’t fight me anymore.” A soft bite, “I promise it will all be ok, I will take care of everything.” (She doesn’t mention, that she’s also means everyone.)
At this point your panting, your so close to just letting go. There is nothing else but Wanda. Wanda looking down at you gently, her body molded behind you, holding you safely in her arms, her soft melodic voice surrounds you, her hands caress your body in intoxicating ways and they won’t stop. She’s in your head, and now almost has your heart, you’ve forgotten what it was you were trying to fight, to resist. How could you fight her, why would you want to fight her? All she has been is sweet to you so far, why not just let go? You look to the right of you to see if any other sorcerers are aware of what’s happening, to see if that would remind you of your reason to resist. That thought is quickly shut down however, when instead of seeing a fellow sorcerer, you become face to face with striking emerald eyes, the pinkest lips you’ve ever seen, and high cheek bones that you just want to place your palms over and hold cherishingly. All attached to this stunning women who holds you gently like your her whole world. You’re caught in her gaze, her pupils are blown wide, taking you all in as she leans closer, her lips are just barely grazing against yours when she does. Warm breath caresses your lips when she finally decides to say the one thing you needed to hear to let go.
“Such a Good girl”
You moan, loud and wanting, sinking in to her and giving up all resistance, and Wanda’s eyes light up at the sound, at your giving in. She grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you to her, smashing your lips together. Her lips are even softer than you thought, and you thought of them pretty soft from just looking at them. Her nails scratch the back of your head lightly, sending pleasant shivers down your spine and you moan, opening your mouth. Wanda uses this as her way in past your lips, her tongue sliding in smoothly, curling against the roof of your mouth, completely devouring what feels like your entire being. She grabs both the sides of your face for better leverage, and presses her front against yours. Chests heaving against each other as you both practically breathe in one another. Sucking on your tongue as she pulls away, you whine. She laughs, it’s a short laugh, low, soft, and sweet. Your instantly addicted to it. She moves her head down to your neck, and you can’t control your breathing or the noises she’s pulling from you. Nipping and sucking all along your throat and you begin to move your hips against her.
“Yes, that’s it, good girl, give yourself to Mommy. Let me see all of you. Such a sweet girl, giving in and letting Mommy take over.” She slides her hands down your body, one going to your ass, the other slyly finds it’s way into your pants. You gasp when you feel deft fingers caress your covered pussy. Your completely soaked, through your panties and all. You try to act unembarrassed about this, but Wanda has other ideas.
“My my, look at you baby girl, dripping all over just from a kiss. Does Mommy make you feel that good? Or do you perhaps like the idea of everyone seeing you being completely taken by me? Letting them see what a little slut you are for the Scarlet Witch. Do you like it when Mommy shows everyone just who you belong too?” Her fingers continue to move up and down over your covered pussy, but it’s not enough. Too much clothing and not enough attention to where you want her. Your dumbly humping her hand now, and you whimper from frustration. She pulls back a little, her hand that was groping your ass, swiftly moves to your throat, holding you there. She looks at you with her teeth slightly bared, so close to your mouth you can almost taste her.
“Answer me my pretty girl, do you like it when Mommy claims you in front of all these people? You want me to make you cum right here on my fingers for everyone to watch? Answer Mommy when she asks you a question and my good girl will get a sweet little treat.” Her fingers have moved to the sides of your folds not even close to your clit, creating a V shape with her fingers, teasing with how close she is to where you need her. Your absolutely ruined at this point, arousal dripping down your legs. Your so desperate for her to touch you, to give you your release, so with a blush that won’t seam to leave your face and neck, you nod quickly and do your best to give her a coherent answer.
“Y-yes, I want you M-mommy, please mommy let me cum, I’ll be your good girl, let them to see what you do to me, make me yours.” Delighted with your answer, Wanda smiles, it’s dazzling and your stunned by her beauty all over again. You don’t have much time to dwell on that though because the next moment, she’s pulling you in to her by your throat, kissing you so deeply that you don’t notice her fingers slipping past your underwear until a finger is dipping into your tight pussy. She sinks her finger in all the way at the same time her tongue delves in your mouth, nearly reaching to the back of your throat with her hot tongue. She moans at how wet you are, and starts to slowly move her finger in and out of you, her tongue synchronizing with her finger. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you’ve never felt so taken, she’s consuming all of you and it’s absolutely mind numbing. With her hand that’s still holding your neck, her thumb starts to caress the column of your throat, you don’t know how someone can completely devour you and still be soft and dominating at the same time. She starts to move her hand faster against you and soon you need more.
“Mommy. Please, I need more.” you gasp out. Wanda pulls back from kissing you and hums.
“We’ll since my good girl asked so politely.” With out any other warning, you feel her add another finger. With dark eyes never leaving your face, she eases both her fingers in, you let a choked moan and you stare at her with wide eyes never moving from hers. Addicted to the way she watches you, she takes note of every sound and reaction you make and you love it, love the attention and care. It’s this look, and the way she moves her thumb to rub tight circles on your clit, pumping in to you at the same time that brings you close to the edge. Wanda can sense your close, the way your cunt clenches around her fingers, gripping them so tightly. The way your hips starts to move erratically against her. She groans at how wet and warm you are, going crazy with the way you look at her, with pleading and near tears in your eyes. You don’t know if you can go for much longer so you try to tell her.
“I’m gonna-mommy please I’m gonna cum.” You gasp out.
“Shh, shh, I know baby girl, your doing so good, such a good girl taking mommy’s fingers so well. I want you to cum now, be my good girl and cum all over my fingers.” The thought of getting her black tipped fingers messy with your cum makes you groan. After this, she adds a third finger, curling them, pumping them so deep in you, hitting spots you’ll never reach yourself and your release finally washes over you. You feel like your exploding. Arching into her, arms wrapped around her neck holding tight, eyes closed shut because your literally seeing stars. She’s watching you closely, holding you up because your legs stopped working since before you came. And now she’s just breathing you in, whispering praises to you and slowly moving her fingers to prolong your pleasure. You finally come down from your near heaven experience, calming your breathing into her neck as you hold each other. She rubs your back, holding the back of your neck, keeping you close, until she pulls back a little. You try to stop the whine that slips out, but she hears it.
“Don’t worry little one, I’m not leaving you. Your mine now, and I take care of what’s mine.” You feel warm and content at her words, knowing she wasn’t going to just use you and then leave you… why would she use you and leave you… wasn’t there something you were doing? Oh.
Suddenly, she’s not holding you anymore. You finally come back to the real world, and look up. The Scarlet Witch looks back down at you, and she smirks. You sink to your knees, letting go of your hold on your magic. You can’t believe what just happened, what felt like hours, was only just a couple seconds in your mind. The Scarlet Witch invaded your mind, taking over every part of you, and you let her. The barrier breaks down around the temple, and your comrades start to attack. You don’t, instead you feel scarlet wisps gently lift your body off the ground. As your being moved to safety away from the chaos, Wanda demolishing the temple and its sorcerers, you can’t seem to bring yourself to help or care. It may have been in your mind, but Wanda owns you now, and what a good girl she owns.
Part 2
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Summary: Wanda can no longer go to the universe where she'd be most happy but she'll use all the power she's accumulated so far to go the universe where she's most loved. What she finds in this universe is unexpected but in the end, Wanda cannot help but covet it no matter what.
Note: Innocent moots, don't look at me 👀 This is me acknowledging MoM but only in the fact that Wanda is so hot and deserves to be happy in her own unhinged way LOL
miláčik - honey/darling
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The universe where I'm most loved.
Wanda chants this only thing in her head, cautious hope blooming where there was only decay.
Earth-838 was no longer an option, thanks to Strange's incessant determination to stop her from becoming happy.
That universe was closed off to her, but it was okay. If Wanda couldn't have the universe where she was most happy, she could make do with where she was most loved.
Wanda has just enough of America's power to make one trip, and she needs to make it count before Strange could come and ruin everything again.
The universe where I'm most loved.
A part of Wanda feels like she's missing something important from this universe she's abandoning. It almost feels as if something is resisting her from going to the universe where she's most loved, but Wanda forces her body to traverse.
Enough.
Wanda has had enough of the grief and misery this universe brought. She has always loved more and loved harder than everyone else in her life. For once, Wanda wants to be the person who is loved beyond imaginable measures.
And this new universe will give that to her.
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White quartz.
It's the first thing Wanda notices. The kitchen island is huge, stretching and covering the middle of the kitchen, and she immediately falls in love with it.
Wanda misses cooking real meals, a part of her that was subdued over time, with the lack of time and survival at the forefront. But this kitchen looked well-used while spotless.
The smell of freshly baked cookies invades Wanda's nose, and she almost feels flustered at how homey it makes her feel.
Looking up, Wanda turns her head and is shocked by her own reflection. Her hair is still a bright auburn, falling just a couple of inches below her shoulder with some natural waves as if she hadn't bothered straightening or fully curling it.
"Mom, mom, mom!"
The sudden voices and thudding footsteps through the door startle Wanda. She looks to where the front door opened, and two tiny bodies come barreling through towards her.
The arms thrown around her waist almost knock the wind out of her, but the tears sting her eyes because—
"Billy, Tommy," Wanda trembles.
"Mom, mom! Did you make the cookies?"
"Are they done?"
"Can we have ice cream with it right now?"
Wanda needs to swallow down the overwhelming emotion that knots in her throat before she can answer.
Of course, Wanda thought. Where she was most loved—it'd be where her boys were. Whatever had occurred in this universe to cause Wanda to not be the happiest—it didn't matter because her boys were here, and as long as they were here, she could be the most loved.
"Sur—"
"Wanda Maximoff, you better not be giving in and spoiling the boys' appetite before dinner."
The new voice makes Wanda freeze. It's not familiar, raising Wanda's hackles as she holds the boys closer to her. She looks to the door again, and when you come through...Wanda's at a loss for words.
There's no universe where she's seen you.
You're struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your arms as you peer over to the trio.
"Did you boys just abandon me with all the bags for cookies?" You cock your brows at them, meant to look displeased, but Wanda and the boys could see the tiny smirk of amusement on your lips.
The boys giggle before they move out of Wanda's hold towards you. There's a moment where Wanda wants to grab them back to her again, but when she sees them running towards you and taking some of the bags to lessen your load, Wanda can't help but stare.
"Sorry, mum," Billy gives you a boyish smile, trying to take another bag from you to help.
"But we could smell the cookies from outside!" Tommy cackles but still helps you out as well.
Wanda feels her heart stop.
Mum?
The boys were referring to you as mum?
How could you be—
Now that one of your hands is free, Wanda watches as you ruffle the boys' hair one at a time before kissing the crown of their head.
"I'll forgive this once because I know mom's cookies are the best in the world and if I had been faster...I would've left you two in the dust," you start laughing as the boy screams indignations with squealing laughter.
You're still laughing as the three of you make it back to the kitchen, placing all the bags on the counter.
"Why don't you two run up and finish your homework? We'll give you a call when dinner is ready." You look at the boys.
"But the cookies—"
"—Are for after dinner," you cut them off with a look that has the boys sighing as they look at each other and give you and Wanda a kiss on the cheek before running off.
Anxiety fills Wanda the second she's alone with you. It makes her want to raise her hands, preparing to fight you because who could you be that would make you mum to her boys? Who were you to intrude in on her happiness and the world where she was most loved?
Was this a universe where Vision existed and they divorced? Were you their stepmother?
You turn your face to her, and Wanda's hackles rise like the hair on the back of her neck. You reach out, grabbing her apron and pulling her towards you. Wanda's about to unleash the full force of her magic on you but is stopped short when she feels warm lips against her own.
It's hot—needy and desperate almost.
Her hand falls against your shoulder and grips at your shirt, and the kiss is broken.
"Hi, darling," you pant just mere inches away from her lips. "I really, really like when you look like this."
The way you say it almost sounds like a whine, and Wanda's lip twitches at it.
"Oh?" is the only thing Wanda can say.
You hum, peppering kisses against her jaw and down her neck, and the sensation is almost too overwhelming. On the one hand, this body feels accustomed to the physical affections, but Wanda is not.
"I missed you all day," you sigh. "Can't believe you're just being all pretty here all the time and I miss hours of it. Should I work from home tomorrow?"
Wanda swallows. Your lips keep peppering kisses, and Wanda almost has whiplash how the needy kisses turn into tender ones, brushing over the tip of her nose and eyelids.
Something hot stings behind Wanda's eyes.
"Can you?" Wanda manages to say. She doesn't know what to say otherwise. It's daunting to know she knows nothing about her life here—she knows nothing about you.
"I don't have any meetings tomorrow," you stand straighter, your eyes drifting up in thought. "Maybe I should take the day off," you muse. "It's been a while since we did something fun with just the two of us."
Wanda doesn't know what to say. She just looks at you, wary and confused. You don't seem to notice her expression too much, taking her silence as agreement to what you suggested.
You turn to look through the groceries. "What do you want to eat for dinner tonight? I bought a variety of things since you said you weren't sure what you're craving."
Wanda weighs her options and choices. She needs to integrate herself into this life and ensure you don't suspect anything.
"Is there something you're craving?" Wanda asks you in a friendly tone.
You hum slowly in thought. "Oh, how about those meatballs you made last month? Those were so good, I've been dreaming about them." You start to put away the groceries other than what ingredients you'll need. You mull over what sides to have.
You're mumbling about what's easier to make, and it becomes clear to Wanda you'll be staying to cook with her, and although it's foreign, Wanda finds it endearing.
Once you finish deciding, you turn to smile impishly at her, and Wanda quirks her brow at it. Despite not knowing you, she somehow feels like she knows that look on you.
"Want to split a cookie? We have to be super quiet, though. I'm pretty sure the boys have a secret power of knowing when we're eating cookies without them."
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It becomes clear throughout the evening that while, yes, her boys love her, they're not the reason why this variant of Wanda is the most loved in the universe.
It's you—you're the reason.
The evening puts Wanda on edge for different reasons. She looks at the ring on her left hand, trying to not fiddle with it again. You helped her put it back on when the two of you were done cooking, seemingly knowing where she always placed it.
She was married, Wanda deliberated, to a woman. It was odd, Wanda had never considered it, but she found that she was at ease with it.
You make her laugh, you look at her with so much love, and Wanda feels suffocated by it. She feels smothered in every way she has ever wanted to be, and she could drown in your love and the way you look at her and the boys.
They're not yours; it's obvious. You've stepped up into a role you never had to, yet you did. For her, yes, but because you love the two boys as if they're your own.
You always find a way to touch her, as if you can't be close enough. It's your legs pressed against hers underneath the table, almost tangled together. It's your hand on top of hers at the diner table or on her thigh.
It's all subconscious, Wanda knows. She knows because she looks into your head on a surface level. Things float about and tease deep inside, and Wanda must refrain from breaking into your mind piece by piece. There'd be time for that later.
"Alright, what should we do tonight? Movies? Games?" You ask as you gather the plates with Tommy to place into the dishwasher. Wanda's eyes trail after you, staring at your form in scrutiny before Billy tugs at her arm.
"What do you want to do, mom?" He asks her, and Wanda knows he's asking her because he can tell she's been out of sorts, and it makes her heart swell.
"Oh, anything you want to do, sweetheart," Wanda wraps her arm around Billy, placing his head against her collarbone as she strokes his hair and kisses his forehead.
"Movie!" Tommy is screaming from the kitchen as he runs back in with you trailing behind with the cookies and ice cream.
"Do you mind grabbing plates, darling?" You ask Wanda, kissing the crown of her head as you pass by her and set the things down in your arms.
Wanda is about to get up, but you place your hand on her arm.
"Use your powers," you tilt your head in confusion as to why she was getting up.
Wanda is surprised you so openly encourage her to use her powers, but she likes it. Four plates float from the kitchen to the dining table and set themselves down gently.
"Alright, how many cookie ice cream sandwiches do we want?" You look at the boys.
"Ten!" The boys shout simultaneously as they look at each other, smiling.
You snort, and Wanda finds herself laughing.
"Ambitious," you smirk, "but let's start with two and go from there."
"Mom," Tommy whines as he looks at Wanda like he knows she'll be more likely to cave in. "Tell mum to make it three."
The look Tommy gives her makes Wanda tender. This is everything she wanted, this was everything she deserved, and she'd do anything for her boys.
Wanda looks at you and shrugs. "It can't hurt to have one more."
You point the ice cream scoop at her but grab more cookies. "When either the ice cream melts by the time they get to the third one, or they get too full, you will regret this, Maximoff."
You're still grinning, and the boys are chatting animatedly, and Wanda is surprised to find she wants this moment to last, even with you in it.
The boys grab their plates and take off carefully to the sofa and begin looking for a movie to watch. You diligently make a cookie ice cream sandwich for Wanda.
"Let's go," you say as you pass her the dessert.
"Not going to make yourself one?" Wanda asked as you went to put the ice cream back in the freezer.
You return, pecking her quickly on the lips, and then promptly take a bite out of the dessert you just made Wanda.
"Someone's going to have to eat the third one the boys won't finish," you say after chewing.
"And if they finish it?" Wanda challenges.
You grin at her innocently. "If it seems like they're on track to eating the third one, I'll share with my generous wife."
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The boys don't finish the third ice cream cookie sandwich as you predicted, and you look entirely too smug at her when you're eating the soggy dessert. Of course, you generously shared the dessert with Wanda, who tried to refuse, but it was futile.
The night was peaceful, and Wanda almost hadn't wanted it to end. You spent the evening curled into her, almost purring as she ran her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. You fit perfectly against her, warm and alive.
Wanda doesn't know what to think, and she merely goes with the flow, keeping you close as you clearly so want. She strokes the softness of the skin of your arm while you play with the fingers of her other hand.
When you do this, Wanda can't help but think about how you don't know. You don't know her corrupted fingers, blackened by the results of her desperation to be happy.
"I think it's time for bed, boys," you say suddenly, and Wanda looks over to find the boys half-falling asleep on the couch.
"No, I'm not sleepy," Tommy argues, trying to open his eyes, but they stay half-lidded.
Billy doesn't seem to agree but doesn't speak up either, curling into Wanda's side.
"Bedtime, Tommy," Wanda gives him a look to which he frowns but agrees as he gets up with Billy, and they make their way upstairs.
"I'm going to clean up," you tell Wanda.
"Do you want help?" She offers, but you shake your head.
"No, why don't you start tucking the boys in and I'll be there soon?"
Wanda nods, hesitating for a moment before she leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth, and walks off. She can hear the sounds of dishes clanking as she makes her way up the stairs. Taking her time, she looks around. The hallway is filled with photos of you and her together, and there were photos of all four of them.
But one particular photo made her pause, heart dropping into her stomach as she stared at it.
A photo with Vision with the kids.
Vision—he was in this universe as well? Had he died? She stares at the photo, finding that the kids don't look much younger—a year at the most.
Wanda stands at the photo longer than she thinks until she can hear someone calling her.
"Mom?"
It's Billy and Tommy, stepping out of the washroom as they've finished brushing their teeth.
"Hey, all ready for bed?" Wanda smiles at them, and they nod. She follows them to their room as they both jump into their bed, only a couple of feet away from each other.
The scene is all too familiar, and her chest aches. She tucks them in, kissing each of their foreheads as she sits on the edge of Tommy's bed. At this point, you enter the room.
Tommy smiles at you as you grin back at him, walking over to him and kissing his forehead. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything.
You then walk over to Billy's bed, sitting on the edge and kissing his forehead.
"Did you have fun tonight?" You ask softly, and the boys nod. "And you finished your homework?"
The boys roll their eyes in union but nod nonetheless.
"Angels, the lot of you are," you tease, and they giggle.
"Goodnight," you and Wanda bid. "See you in the morning."
"Goodnight," they say together.
"Love you," Billy says sleepily as his eyes close, and Tommy mumbles something similar.
With that, you stand up, holding your hand out for Wanda. She looks at her kids one more time, chanting to herself that she will see them in the morning, that this isn't a dream and she won't wake to the nightmare.
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"Were you okay today?" You ask softly. "You were kind of quiet."
The two of you were lying in bed together. You have curled into Wanda again. Your face rested against her chest, arm around her as you rubbed her back.
It's soothing, Wanda thought. It almost made her bitter that she hadn't felt like this in a long time.
Wanda felt you shift and looked down to see you peering up at her.
"Of course," Wanda reassures you. "Am I always so rambunctious?"
"Sometimes," you grin, teasing her, and Wanda pinches your side, making you try to wriggle away from her. She holds you tighter, preventing you from moving too far away from her.
When things settle down, and you wriggle to move back close against her, Wanda stares at you pensively.
"Do you love me?" She asks.
The question surprises you as you look back up at her. You study her face as if you were looking for answers.
"You haven't asked that since just before our wedding," you comment and that surprises Wanda. Because, at the very least, she knows the two of you have been married for a couple of years.
This variant of her was so sure you loved her that she hadn't questioned it for years?
It was almost laughable to Wanda. Something jealous brews inside her, simmering just beneath the surface.
Wanda doesn't say anything, and she thinks you might not either, or you'll say something so predictable and empty like, "of course I do."
But you simply press your face into her chest, reaching to grab her hand and drag it to your cheek.
"Look," you tell her, and Wanda freezes.
Privacy was always an issue for the people around Wanda. They always worried about whether or not she was listening to them, even if unintentionally.
Now with how her powers had grown, it was a given that people automatically assumed she was breaking into your head. Don't get it wrong, Wanda had. Anything to get the results she wanted, she broke every unspoken rule to get it.
But here you were, freely offering Wanda access. Here you were, being vulnerable to her with all the trust.
And Wanda didn't hesitate.
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You sleep soundly on your side with your back facing Wanda, and she stares at the back of your head.
She should kill you, Wanda thinks, make it look like an accident.
The boys would be sad, but she could help them get it over time, couldn't she?
Seeing into your mind was too much. It was too much to see how lucky this variant of this Wanda was. Sure, she had lost many people to Thanos. She had even lost Vision last year to another villain threatening earth.
But the loss only makes Wanda laugh bitterly because she had already split with Vision years prior, agreeing to amicable joint custody with the boys.
All because she fell in love with you.
But could she blame this variant? Wanda watched everything play like a long sitcom about how you loved her.
This variant had been as miserable as she, had lost just as much as Wanda had, but she had you.
It was unfair, Wanda thought distantly. Why had you not been in her universe? Or if you were, why did they not meet? Why was she once again the only Wanda to be alone?
This variant loved you tenderly—desperately. She kissed and made love to you like you'd break if she was too rough.
And Wanda hates that variant for it. To love something so much that she was capable of treasuring it.
Wanda scoots closer to you, pressing against you as she wraps her arm around you, pulling you flush against her. She presses a kiss against your shoulder and bites into it.
You whimper.
Wanda resolves that all of this is hers now.
This life, the boys, and you.
Everything belongs to her.
And the first thing Wanda wants to know is if you will break if she's too rough.
Wanda's hand slides against your thigh, gripping the inner of it roughly before she moves back up and yanks your panties down.
The sharpness of her touch wakes you.
"Wanda?" Your voice is groggy as you startle. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you," Wanda replies simply, her hand slipping between your folds, rubbing your length slowly, stroking your clit in circles when she comes up.
You moan lowly, your hips moving with her hand as she sucks and nips at your neck. It isn't long until Wanda's fingers are slick from you.
"You got so wet quickly, miláčik," Wanda husks in your ear. "You must want me to fuck you badly."
Your breath hitches at the way Wanda talks to you. The two of you engage in dirty talk often, but not like this.
Wanda guides your leg over her hip before she resumes stroking your pussy until you're dripping and thrusting your hips desperately against her fingers for more.
Wanda's other hand is under you, wrapped around your torso and underneath your shirt as she gropes your chest roughly. Her index finger rolls your hardened nipple back and forth, and she can hear your labored breathing.
Your neck is littered with hickeys, dark and bruising. Wanda isn't even close to being done with you, and you look so ruined already. Wanda wants to see you completely undone. She wants to break you down to nothing so she can build you back up to be hers.
"Wanda..." you keen, gripping the bed sheet on the side, trying to not cry at how bad you want more. Something feels different, but you can't put your finger on it. Honestly, you could barely even think about it with how your body was trembling.
"Use your words, miláčik," Wanda bites at your earlobe. "Tell me what you want—how ready your body is."
You feel close already with how diligent Wanda had been paying attention to your clit, but you just want—
"Please, please, please," you barely get out. "I want you inside, I wanna feel you...I want to cum."
Wanda mutters about how you're such a good girl and thrusts three fingers inside you until she's all the way in, stroking your walls.
"Oh, fuck, yes," you moan, gripping the bedsheets tighter as your leg tenses against Wanda's hip.
How you feel on Wanda's fingers has her biting your shoulder again, almost hard enough to leave imprints. You whimper at the pain, but Wanda doesn't let up.
Her other hand abandons your chest and moves out of your shirt up to your neck, grasping it. You feel so delicate against her, and Wanda almost understands why this variant was adamant about being gentle.
"Wanda—" you say, almost a little alarmed, but Wanda hushes you.
"You're gonna cum just like this," she hisses in your ear, squeezing your throat a little tighter. She licks the shell of your ear, and her voice is throaty when she says, "I missed you, too. You wouldn't even believe how long I've been waiting for you."
Wanda can feel herself dripping for you, but she wants to feel you come over her fingers. She keeps her thrusts inside you, curling her fingers as she strokes that spot inside you that makes you tremble.
"Wanda—"
"Go on and cum, miláčik," Wanda moves her fingers a little faster, keeping the pressure steady as it finally mounts over, and you come with a long groan.
You feel lightheaded and exhausted as Wanda strokes you through the remnants of the hardest orgasm you've ever had.
Going limp against her body, Wanda releases your throat as she pulls her fingers out of you, earning a hum from you. She sucks the mess you made on her fingers, licking the length of her fingers one by one.
You're panting, trying to regain control of your breathing, and Wanda moves and pushes you to lie on your back. She grips the end of your t-shirt, dragging it up and over your head. She stares at your naked form unabashed, appreciating it for a moment before completely undressing herself.
Wanda adjusts her body over yours, legs straddling your thigh. You feel Wanda lower herself, her wetness spreading over your thigh as she rides it slowly.
The low guttural moan Wanda lets out sparks something in your stomach. She looks at you, her eyes glowing red for just a moment.
"It's good you're taking the day off tomorrow."
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"Just like that," Wanda moans, grinding her hips more firmly.
Your hair is gripped tightly, hair threading through Wanda's fingers as she uses it as leverage to thrust her hips into your face. Wanda looks down, only able to see a little less than half your face as she's sitting on it while you eat her out.
Your hands are hooked over Wanda's thigh, securing and occasionally massaging her thighs and hips. Your tongue dips inside her, and Wanda grunts. Her thighs tighten around your head.
Wanda allows you to drag it out a little longer before she pulls at your hair in a warning, and you quickly fasten your lips around her clit, sucking and keeping the pressure steady until Wanda lets out a high keen, thrusting her hips with reckless abandon as she comes messily over your face.
You don't complain about how she might be suffocating you, and when Wanda slows her hips, coming down from her high, she looks to the side. The curtains are still closed, but she can tell it's nearing noon.
Wanda had woken up early to drop the kids off at school while you slept on obliviously. When she came back, she only let you sleep a little longer before waking you by peppering kisses up and down your neck, pressing her body into yours as she lay on top of you.
Wanda's been working your body since, and she's lost count of how many times she's made you orgasm. Similarly, she's lost count for herself as well.
Climbing off your face carefully, she watches you use your fingers to clean your face, licking her slick off your fingers. The sight of you exhausted but clearly having enjoyed yourself has Wanda leaving more hickeys down your body. You're littered with them, all marked up by her, and she revels in it.
"Wanda..." you whine, trying to move your body away, but she holds you still. "I can't anymore."
But Wanda doesn't listen, kissing her way up your body until she's face to face with you. She captures your lips in a messy kiss, licking the inside of your mouth and the teeth pulling at your bottom lip. She can taste herself with the taste of you, and it's all Wanda wants.
"One more," Wanda tells you, caressing your arms until she reaches your hands, pushes them against the mattress, and holds them down.
"Wanda, I really can't—" you shake your head. "We've been going at it for hours...I'm too sensitive now."
"Feels better that way," Wanda mutters, barely even listening to you. Her body feels addicted to you. Everything in her tells her to take it, to make you give everything to her. You're hers now; you're always going to be hers.
You try to reason with Wanda, unsure what's gotten into her. The last time the two of you had this much sex was around the time you were on your honeymoon.
But even then, whatever was happening now was different. Wanda was always a little desperate. It was just who she was after everything she's experienced. As desperate as she was, though, Wanda was also always careful.
That carefulness seemed to fly out of the window since last night. Wanda was fucking you with reckless abandon, determined to take everything and more.
You feel a pressure between your legs, something thick and slick pressing into you. Wanda groans, her forehead dropping against yours. You look down, but the only thing you catch is something red attached to Wanda disappearing into you.
"Wanda—" your breath hitches, feeling the stretch as Wanda moves inside you. "Oh, god, Wanda, it's too much," your hands strain against Wanda's as she laces them together, bringing them over your head and pinned down.
"Just perfect," Wanda mutters, and you can feel her lips ghosting yours. "Feels good, feels so fucking good inside you."
You know then that Wanda used her power to create some kind of strap-on connected to the nerves of her clit. You can feel Wanda's hardened nipples rubbing over yours as she thrusts slowly into you.
When she's all the way in, Wanda pauses, taking a deep breath. You were trembling from how sensitive you felt; it was on the edge of being painful.
But then Wanda moves, and you let out a string of incoherent pleas. She barely moves out before she's thrusting back in. She strokes the same spot inside you over and over until tears run down your face.
"One more," Wanda breathes into your mouth. "One more, give me just one more."
"I can't—" you huff.
"Yes, you can," Wanda cuts you off. Her thrusts get harder but remain the same on moving slightly out before thrusting relentlessly back in. The rough sensation brings you closer and closer to the edge, and Wanda can feel you pulsating as you get near your end.
She drops your hand, and they immediately go to her back, your nails dragging down. Your roughness makes her moan, and Wanda sinks her head into your neck.
"Fuck, I want to come inside you," Wanda mutters. She wants to coat the inside of you. She wants to own you in there too. Wanda wants it all. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, miláčik?"
You don't answer, and Wanda grips your face as she lifts her head to stare down at you. Her thrusts are getting messy as you are nearing the climax.
"Wouldn't you like it?" Wanda asks you again, more roughly this time. "Tell me you want me inside you like that right now, miláčik."
It's like an unspoken threat that if you don't, Wanda won't let you off until you do.
"Yes," you immediately whimper. "Yes, yes, I want you to come inside me."
Wanda looks satisfied as she brings her thumb to stroke your clit until she's roughly ripping your last orgasm out of your over-wrought body.
The moan you let out is soundless as Wanda groans in the back of her throat, and you feel something warm gush inside you. The thrusting doesn't stop as Wanda rides out the waves until you stop pulsating around her.
Your chest heaves just as hers does, trying to calm your breathing. You pray that Wanda finally takes mercy on you and keeps her promise that it was just one more.
You feel the strap-on disappearing until it's just Wanda resting between your legs. She kisses you softly now, and you almost breathe loudly in relief as you return her tender kisses with your own.
Despite how rough Wanda treated you, your gentle kisses are what sways her completely into you. Gentle, rough—you truly love Wanda as she is.
"I love you," Wanda mumbles against your lips. "Always love me."
You stroke her head, finally regaining your breath.
"Have I ever not?"
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The next few weeks for Wanda are complete bliss. Even though you're somewhat wary around her, you still touch her the same.
This life was perfect, Wanda knows. This was the wonderful little family Wanda had ever wanted.
Weekdays are filled with domestic heaven, while the weekends are filled with various activities.
Wanda wants this forever, which is why the headaches and glitches she's been experiencing as of late are concerning.
The spell isn't fully complete, and Wanda curses that she should've fought harder to kill America when she had the chance. They were looking for her, Wanda was sure, and they were getting closer.
On top of that, she could feel her variant fighting to break loose.
'Get out,' Wanda could hear her variant in her head. 'Get out! This isn't yours. None of this is! She isn't yours.'
'She's mine and I would never hurt her or the boys,' Wanda would repeatedly say to temper down her variant.
"Are you feeling okay?"
Wanda snaps her head to look at you, unaware you had approached her.
"Yes," Wanda nods. "Just a headache."
You place your hand over her forehead and frown. "You are a little warm. Maybe you should go lie down. I can finish cleaning and cook tonight."
Wanda nods, and you peck her lips as she makes her way up to her bedroom and locks the door shut. All alone now, her hands returned to their true state, darkened fingers as if decaying. Wanda conjures The Darkhold, flipping through the pages.
There had to be a solution to stay here forever.
There had to be something to keep Strange and America away from her.
But before Wanda can search deeper, she hears wreckage downstairs and your scream.
Wanda immediately transports herself downstairs using her magic and is enraged at the sight.
They found her.
Strange and America stood in her living room with a portal open, posing to fight her when they saw her.
"Wanda, you need to stop this," Strange tries to reason with her again, but she tilts her head at him with a condescending smile.
"Stop what? Living my life here? You're the one intruding, and you need to leave. I'm past mercy, Strange."
"This isn't your life!" Strange yells at her. "Let the variant of you go."
"Silence!" Wanda yells at him.
"Oh? Scared your girlfriend's going to find out?" America said with bravado, but Wanda can see her wariness underneath as she eyes you from the side.
You were cautious but silent.
Wanda begins to conjure the red wisps in her hand. "She's my wife." Thrusting her hands out, she releases her magic, and a fight ensues.
Strange is still trying to reason with her, but Wanda doesn't want to hear it anymore.
"You were a fool to bring the girl here," Wanda sneers at him when she gains the upper hand and has Strange subdued and America in her grasp.
The young girl is choking in Wanda's grip, and she sees it as a chance to finally get the power she needs to make this universe hers permanently.
"Wanda, stop!"
The voice makes Wanda freeze. She turns her head and finds you staring at her with a horrified expression.
The look of absolute fear makes Wanda feel like she's been punched in the gut.
"What are you doing?" You urge her. "Let her go, she's a kid!"
"No, no, no," Wanda tells you softly, trying to show you that she'd never hurt you. "She's a threat—to me, to you, to us and our life."
"This isn't your life," America chokes before she looks at you. "This isn't your Wanda!"
"Be QUIET," Wanda snarls at America, tightening her grip that makes America choke.
"Wanda, stop it!" You yell at her, your eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting people!"
The words make Wanda feel like she's crumbling. She drops America, letting the girl fall onto the floor on her back, hearing the wind knock out of the young girl's lungs.
Wanda looks at you; betrayal is written all over her face.
"Why are you treating me like I'm the villain?" Wanda whispers, her eyes becoming hot with tears. "You said you loved me. How can you love me and think I hurt people?"
You take a careful step towards her. "Look around, Wanda," you say softly.
"I would never—" But the words fall short on Wanda's lips. "I'm not a monster," is all she can say quietly as she drops to her knees.
"I know you're not," you say softly as you kneel in front of her and cup her face gently. "Just like I know you're not my Wanda."
Wanda immediately looks into your eyes, surprised.
You give her a wry smile. "You think I don't know my own wife? I've known since the first night."
"When—"
"When you asked if I loved you and I let you look into my mind," you give her a sad smile. "My Wanda never takes the opportunity. She is adamant about never looking into my mind and I never offer because of it. She prefers talking honestly, even if it's harder and painful."
Wanda's crying, tears welling and overflowing freely.
"Then why—" Wanda sobs.
"Wanda had her own theories about the multiverse. She was always worried it would happen, but I think every version of her should be loved."
You wiped her tears, but new ones would just fall. "You seemed sad," you tell her truthfully. "Even though I knew it wouldn't be forever by me, I wanted you to know you are loved too."
Wanda's face contorts in pain, lips trembling as she shakes her head.
"You're not a monster," you tell her again sternly. "You're a person who has done bad things out of grief but that doesn't always make you a bad person."
Wanda feels you kiss her cheek, and it's bitter.
"Do the right thing, Wanda," you encourage her. "It's time to go home."
"Is it home if you're not there?" Wanda tries to refute, and you give her a look.
"Am I dead?"
"...I don't know."
"Then look for me there," you drop your hands and move to hold Wanda's. "That variant of me might be waiting for you too."
It's silent for a moment, and America stands in the background, unsure, with Strange beside her.
"We'll be okay, Wanda," you tell her softly. "We are loved, and you will be too."
Wanda looks at you one last time before releasing the body she's held hostage, and America closes the portal to this universe.
The scene of the home she's grown used to fades into her lonely throne. It's like a hole has grown in her chest, connecting all the missing parts of her until she's empty.
America and Strange stand in the distance, unsure what their next move is if they have to continue fighting her.
"You need to leave," Wanda calmly states.
"What?"
"I opened The Darkhold, and I'm the one who needs to close it so it can never tempt anyone again," Wanda stares at her blackened fingertips. "You need to leave because this place is going to collapse."
As if on cue, the temple began shaking and crumbling. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Strange and America looked at Wanda, who didn't spare them a glance.
"I'm sorry, Wanda," Strange apologizes, and she knows it's for losing what was never hers in the beginning. With that, he takes America and flies off with her.
The temple crumbles, and Wanda doesn't move, determined to see its end. Even if you can't witness it, she wants to prove to you that she is a good person.
Wanda lets out a tiny smile, knowing that you probably believed she already followed through.
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-A Year and 6 months later-
Wanda sips her coffee, breathing in the fresh air. She looks down at her hair and finds it strange to see brown instead of auburn. It's been too long since she's seen the real color of her hair, and she wonders if it looks good.
The day is bright and sunny, and Wanda revels in how the sun feels on her skin.
"Would you like another one?"
Wanda looks at the waitress with a smile and shakes her head. She's here every day and usually has two cups leisurely.
But not today.
"No, thank you," Wanda answers politely and pulls out some cash, giving her usual waitress a generous tip.
The waitress thanks her and leaves. Wanda stays a second longer, waiting and taking in the view.
There's a loud car door slamming, and a woman gets out and moves to the sidewalk.
"For the last time," an exasperated voice groans. "It's over! How many times do I have to say it? Stop following me! You can’t just show up here because you know I walk through here every day."
"How can it be over? Everything has been going well for the last year! What changed?"
Wanda watches you groan.
"I don't know! I just don't see a future with you," you tap your foot impatiently. "Now stop following me around, I have shit to do and you're constantly making me late. Just—stop."
You turn to leave, but the woman grabs your arm, and Wanda stands up, pulling her hat closer to her head as she crosses the street.
Each step feels like she's getting closer to your silhouette, and the thin veil separating the two of you slowly disappears.
Wanda pushes and pushes against the veil until—
"You're hurting her."
The two of you look over to Wanda, and you stare at her for a long moment.
"Stay out of this," the woman glares at Wanda. "It's none of your business."
"It is my business," Wanda says simply. "I'm a good person."
"Are you trying to say I'm not?" The woman snaps.
"Yes, if you keep holding her arm hostage."
The woman immediately drops your arm, and you rub the spot she held, moving away.
"Leave," Wanda glares, and the woman is about to say something else, but the flash of Wanda's red eyes startles her, and she's quick to turn and walk back to her car.
The two of you watch the car drive away, and Wanda turns back to you, and you stare at her curiously.
"Have we met before?" You blink with a tilt of your head.
Wanda smiles. "Maybe in another universe."
You snort. "Smooth," you grin at her. "Thanks for that by the way."
You introduce yourself, and Wanda takes your hand.
Something electric passes through your arm, and you lick your lips.
"I'm Wanda."
You keep holding her hand, pensively looking at the woman before you.
"Can I treat you to a cookie ice cream sandwich as thanks? There's a great place nearby that does the best cookies," you gush.
Wanda nods but grins at you. "Sure, but I can make better ones."
"Really?" You look skeptical. "That's a bold statement."
"I've been told my cookies are the best in the world."
You laugh with a shake of your head as you let go of Wanda's hand and walk with her trailing beside you.
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