The compound at night always feels different. During the day it is loud in that chaotic, comfortable way that comes with too many strong personalities sharing the same building. Someone is always sparring in the training room, someone is always arguing in the kitchen, and Tony’s lab is always humming like the walls themselves are alive. But when the night settles in, the noise disappears until the place feels cavernous and hollow, long corridors lit only by dim strips of light along the floor and the quiet ventilation system whispering through the walls.
At the end of one of those corridors, a thin line of light slips beneath a bedroom door that should have been dark hours ago. Inside the room, Wanda sits curled slightly forward on the edge of her bed, her laptop balanced on her thighs and casting a pale glow over her face. Her hair is messy, falling around her shoulders in dark waves, and she hasn’t noticed how long she’s been sitting there. The video on the screen reflects in her eyes while she watches with a stillness that borders on unnatural focus, the kind of attention someone gives when they are afraid to blink and miss something.
On the screen, it’s you.
The footage is clearly recorded from a distance, the frame slightly shaky like the phone had been held carefully but not perfectly steady. You’re in the training room, standing in front of the heavy punching bag with your hair pulled back and your shirt damp with sweat from a long session. Every strike you throw makes the chain above the bag creak softly, and the force of your hits sends the bag swinging away before snapping back toward you again. Your breathing is heavy but controlled, shoulders tense with effort as you reset your stance and throw another punch.
Wanda doesn’t move.
Her eyes track every movement you make, every shift of your body, every small habit you probably don’t even realize you have. The way you roll your shoulders when your muscles tighten. The way you wipe sweat from your brow with the back of your wrist instead of stopping to grab a towel. The way your jaw tightens slightly when you get frustrated with yourself.
She has watched this exact video so many times she could probably recreate every frame from memory.
Still, she drags the cursor back to the beginning and presses play again.
Your first punch lands again with the same dull thud, and Wanda leans slightly closer to the screen without even noticing she’s doing it. Her fingers rest lightly against the laptop near the edge of the frame, almost close enough to touch the image of you frozen in motion when she pauses it for a moment. Her lips part just slightly while she studies your face on the screen, her eyes moving slowly across the shape of it like she’s committing it to memory again even though she already knows it better than she should.
“You look even better angry,” she murmurs quietly to herself, her voice soft and almost breathless in the empty room. The words aren’t ashamed or hesitant, just thoughtful in the way someone might admire a painting they’ve seen a hundred times but still can’t stop looking at. Her fingers tap lightly against the trackpad before the video begins moving again, and her gaze sharpens with the same intensity it always does whenever you’re on the screen.
Her laptop is full of these videos.
Not just one or two.
Dozens.
Clips she recorded without you ever noticing. Moments she caught when no one else was paying attention. Little fragments of your life inside the compound that she collected slowly over weeks until the folder filled itself without her even realizing how much she had gathered.
There’s one of you asleep on the couch in the common room during movie night, your head tipped back slightly and your arm hanging lazily over the edge while everyone else argued about what film to watch next. There’s another where you’re sitting at the kitchen island early in the morning, half-awake while you drink coffee and stare blankly at nothing like your brain hasn’t fully started working yet. There’s a clip from a mission where you’re shouting instructions over the chaos while civilians run behind you, your voice calm and steady in the middle of absolute disaster.
Wanda opens that one next.
The street in the video is loud and messy with dust and smoke curling through the air, distant sirens wailing somewhere behind the buildings. The camera angle is high up from a rooftop where she had been standing earlier that day, far enough away that no one noticed she had pulled her phone out for a moment. She watches the footage with the same quiet intensity while your figure runs into frame below, your boots splashing through a shallow puddle as you move toward the fight with your weapon in hand.
“You didn’t even hesitate,” she says softly, almost admiringly, as the video continues playing in front of her. Her thumb traces lightly along the edge of the screen while she watches you crouch behind a car and shout something toward Steve across the street. Your expression is sharp and focused, your attention completely locked on the mission like the chaos around you barely even registers.
That was the moment she started recording you more often.
Because she realized something then.
She realized she could watch you whenever she wanted.
All she had to do was keep the moments.
Her laptop shifts slightly when she moves it closer, the glow of the screen lighting up the dark room while she scrolls through the folder again. Each file name is meaningless and random, but she knows exactly what each one contains without needing to check. Her memory for anything related to you is perfect in a way that almost surprises her sometimes.
She clicks another video.
The common room appears this time, warm lighting filling the space while the team relaxes after a long day. Sam is sprawled across the floor with snacks scattered around him, Clint is half-asleep in an armchair, and someone is talking loudly near the kitchen entrance about something that clearly isn’t important.
But Wanda barely notices any of them.
Because you’re sitting on the couch.
And next to you is Natasha.
Wanda’s gaze sharpens immediately, her attention locking onto the screen with an intensity that makes her shoulders tense slightly. The video had been recorded casually like the others, her phone angled from the hallway where she had been standing unnoticed while everyone relaxed inside the room.
You’re laughing at something Natasha says, leaning back against the couch cushions while you shove her shoulder lightly in playful protest. Natasha smiles in that small knowing way she has, her body turning slightly toward you as the conversation continues.
Wanda’s fingers tighten against the laptop.
She watches carefully.
Every second.
Every small shift of your posture.
Natasha leans closer to say something quieter.
And then you kiss her.
It’s quick. Soft. Casual in a way that makes it clear it wasn’t the first time.
But it’s enough.
The moment it happens, Wanda goes completely still.
Her breathing stops.
Her eyes lock onto the screen like the image might change if she stares hard enough.
The video keeps playing, but she isn’t hearing the voices anymore. The only thing she can see is the way Natasha smiles against your lips before you pull away, the two of you continuing to talk like the kiss meant nothing at all.
Wanda’s chest tightens in a sharp, sudden way that makes something inside her snap.
The laptop slams shut.
The sound echoes sharply through the room.
For a single second the silence hangs heavy in the air.
Then the room erupts.
Scarlet energy bursts from Wanda in a violent wave that rattles the walls, the desk across the room lifting into the air before smashing sideways into the wall hard enough to splinter the wood. Papers scatter everywhere as the lamp shatters against the floor, glass exploding across the carpet in glittering shards.
Her breathing becomes uneven as another pulse of power ripples through the room, sending a chair flying into the door with a
heavy metallic bang that dents the surface.
“She doesn’t get to touch you,” Wanda says under her breath, her voice low and shaking with something darker than anger. The red glow around her hands flickers violently while the mirror above her dresser cracks straight down the center, splintering outward into jagged lines.
“You don’t even look at me,” she mutters, almost like she’s thinking the words out loud rather than saying them intentionally. Her gaze drifts toward the fallen laptop on the floor across the room, her chest rising and falling sharply while the faint scarlet glow around her fingers continues pulsing with restless energy.
Another surge of power rattles the walls again before finally beginning to fade, the red light slowly dimming until the room falls back into silence. The destruction left behind is scattered everywhere, broken furniture and glass littering the floor while Wanda kneels in the middle of the wreckage with her hands resting loosely against her thighs.
Her eyes stay fixed on the laptop.
Because it still has the video on it.
The moment with you.
The moment that should have been hers.
And then—
There’s a knock on the door.
The sound freezes her instantly.
“…Wanda?” your voice calls gently from the other side, muffled through the metal but unmistakable.
Her heart slams violently against her ribs.
“I heard something crash,” you continue, concern threading through your voice as your hand touches the handle. “Are you okay in there?”
Wanda doesn’t move.
Her gaze drifts slowly toward the door.
Because you’re standing right outside it.
And suddenly the distance that had always existed between you—the safety of watching from hallways, from rooftops, from the glow of a laptop screen—is gone.
Now you’re here.
Only a door between you.
And Wanda has been watching you for far too long to pretend she doesn’t want it opened.
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A/N: My favourite song rn is Hysteria, and I just thought about Emo Wanda having that obsession over something she can’t have, and I also thought that emo Wanda would love Muse in general (Her best era fr)
summary: your insane, psychotic best friend Wanda wants you all to herself after you go on a date with another girl. smut ensues ♡
content warnings: oh god where to start. get some holy water and read this in private ya’ll. jealousy, possessiveness, stalking, obsession, marking, choking, murder, knife play, blood kink, mask kink if you squint, restraints, sadism, masochism, pain kink, cunnilingus, foreign object kink, throat fucking with a knife, scissoring, degradation, wanda is INSANE you guys
word count: 5.2k+
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The chill of the night wraps around you, and you bite your lips to hide a smile as you fumble with your apartment key. With the help of a dim street light, you manage to find it, slipping it into the doorknob with trembling fingers as a sharp gust of wind makes it through your coat and settles deep in your bones. Still, it's not enough to dull the warmth of the successful date you’d been on all evening.
You’d had a lovely night, the two of you walking around a pumpkin patch as you talked for hours. By the end of it, you hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until your feet had started throbbing from walking around mindlessly. The slowly reddening skin of your cheek still tingles from where she’d kissed you, and you catch yourself smiling as you remember how shy she’d gotten right afterward. With the promise of a second date, you’d left after checking your phone to see several missed messages and calls from your best friend.
Worried that something was wrong, you’d left a bit earlier than you wanted, turning down your date’s offer to return to her apartment and watch a movie in favor of checking up on your best friend.
Your hand slips as you get lost in thought, turning the doorknob, and you frown slightly. You hadn’t turned your key yet, which meant that your front door was unlocked. Shrugging it off, and still riding the high of your successful date, you look around to ensure that nobody is behind you before slipping inside the dark entryway of your apartment.
Numb fingers scramble for the light switch, and you blink in confusion when the hallway remains dark after you flip the switch a few times. Sighing, you bend down, undoing the laces of your boots and making a mental note to pay your electricity bill in the morning.
Maybe you should schedule a doctor's appointment as well, seeing as you’d now forgotten to pay your bill (which never happened, you always remembered), and you’d somehow left your apartment unlocked the whole evening.
Your footsteps are soft as you make your way towards your bedroom, your eyes locked on your phone as you pull up your texts. As much as you loved your best friend, Wanda could be a little possessive at times. The evidence of this was clear as you scrolled up a few times to reach her first message, which coincidentally started as soon as your date had begun.
Rubbing slightly at your bleary eyes, you attempt to read the messages as you start thinking of ways to make it up to her. She really hated being ignored. Moving to stand in front of your window, you scroll and scroll, trying to comprehend each text.
It seemed as though Wanda had lost patience, each text more frustrated and desperate than the last. Scrolling to the end, skimming the texts that documented her slow descent into a possessive rage, your eyebrows rose at the final message that had pinged through.
‘Mark my words, you’ll never see her again.’
You scoff, having done this dance with her multiple times before. You’d go on a date, and she’d get jealous that your attention was focused elsewhere, even if only for a few hours. Then, you’d dedicate the entire next day to her, doing whatever activity she wanted until she was no longer upset with you.
This time felt different, and as you look at the timestamp on the last message, you realize why. She’d sent that last message around forty-five minutes ago, which was when your date ended. You’d stopped by the store to buy her favorite drink, as part of your apology that you’d planned out, but your date had only been a ten-minute drive from your apartment.
Wanda had never gone this long without texting you during one of your dates, and you bring up her contact before pressing the phone icon under her contact photo. Holding your phone close to your face, you put it on speaker while crossing your arms, peering out into the street as you search for her familiar red car. You don’t see it, and you frown down at your screen when your call goes straight to voicemail.
Something was wrong.
You feel something shift, the air around you moving slightly as you raise your head. Looking at your reflection through the glass of your window, you barely have enough time to register a figure in a ghostface mask behind you before strong arms wrap around you.
The phone clutched in your hand drops to the floor as you struggle briefly, the scent of blood filling your nostrils as you’re dragged towards the bed. A cold sensation presses itself against your neck, and you freeze in fear at the sight of a knife in the reflection of the window.
The sound of heavy breathing reaches your ear, and you can hear the stranger’s breath shake slightly as they pin you to the bed. You’ve given up fighting, terrified when the knife at your throat pricks your sensitive skin slightly and causes a dribble of blood to travel down the column of your throat and into the hem of your dress shirt.
Rough hands tighten a pair of handcuffs around your wrists, your hips thoroughly restrained by the figure’s strong thighs as they use some rope to secure the handcuffs to your headboard. You’ve never regretted buying a headboard with bars more than you do at this moment. You can feel your throat closing up in fear, your heartbeat strong and fast, threatening to send you spiraling straight into a panic attack.
As the ghostface figure sits back up, their gloved hands dragging slowly down your shaking arms, you catch a whiff of a familiar scent. The air becomes charged, vanilla hitting your nostrils as you breathe deeply against the knife pressed to your throat.
“I only know one person who wears vanilla perfume.” You manage to get out, your eyes boring into the eyes of the ghostface mask. The figure tilts its head, and you feel yourself relax marginally at the familiar sight. They press the knife harder against your throat, digging the tip in slightly, and you tense again.
“Wanda,” You begin, but before you can say anything else, a gloved hand muffles your lips as the knife begins tracing down your collarbone. A thin red line blooms across your soft skin, green eyes taking in the sight eagerly from behind the mask. The sensation is painful but causes pleasure to bloom at the same time, and your cheeks redden with shame as you feel your arousal slowly build.
“You know,” The voice is slightly muffled behind the mask, but you would know Wanda’s voice anywhere. You’ve practically committed her slight accent and lilt to memory, and you feel your heart speed up slightly at the low tone. “She wasn’t right for you. I could tell.”
You smile slightly, having heard those same words after every date. But not the last part, you hadn’t heard that before. You speak, your words muffled by her gloved hand as it presses roughly against your lips, “What do you mean, you could tell?”
Moving her hands quickly, the figure lays the knife on your stomach before reaching up to remove the ghostface mask. Brunette hair spills out, falling beautifully around the dark black sweater Wanda is wearing. She tosses the mask somewhere onto your floor, her green eyes piercing yours as she picks up the knife once more, toying with the hem of your shirt.
“You’re really oblivious, did you know that?” Her eyes are locked on the knife, sliding your shirt up slightly as she pops the bottom button off. It hits a wall somewhere, but you ignore it in favor of studying your best friend's face.
She’s acting different, her pupils dilated so far that the green in her eyes is practically non-existent. Her chest is heaving, her tongue licking her parted lips quickly as she pops another button, revealing more of your skin.
More of her canvas.
Her knife digs in, tracing a thin line from the top of your waistband to your belly button. Your attempt to squirm, the pain coursing through you as her thighs tighten against yours. She’s breathing heavier now, and the next words she speaks come out rushed and disjointed.
“You didn’t even know,” A low chuckle sounds out, heat blooming at your core as the sound wraps around you. “She was there, and I was there and you didn’t know.”
Your brows furrow, confusion taking over your mind as she pops a couple more buttons. She continues, her knife tracing over your ribs as her eyes roam your face. “She doesn’t know you, doesn’t know what you need. Doesn’t know how to take care of you.”
The fog in your mind dissipates slightly, and you think you finally understand where this is going. “And you do?”
As soon as the question slips out, the sarcasm evident with every syllable, you regret it. Wanda’s eyes flash, and in one smooth movement, her knife twists under the front of your bra and cuts it, slicing through the rest of your shirt as she pulls back.
“Of course I do, sweetheart.” Her words are hissed, her hands rough as she removes your shirt. “I’m the only one who does.”
The knife is abandoned momentarily as Wanda traces her nails over the thin, red lines the cold metal had left behind. Swiping her thumb over the small cut on your neck, she brings it to her lips, groaning slightly as she sucks the blood off of her finger.
Watching, your lips part at the sight, almost against your will. You try to shake yourself out of it, out of whatever daze Wanda had put you in, but as soon as your head moves her eyes are back on yours.
“She tried to take you from me, they all did. So I took them away from you.” Her eyes are wide, her fingers frenzied as they dig into your skin, dragging from the underside of your breasts and down your torso. Harsh, raised lines appear, and you pant slightly as your hips raise in an attempt to throw her off.
“Didn’t you ever question why they never responded to you after the first date?” Her words cause you to stop struggling, your movements halting as the pieces begin to click into place. You remembered all the times you’d cried into Wanda’s shoulder because you couldn't understand what had gone so wrong on the first date, that caused every girl to ghost you the day after. Snapping your eyes to hers, you see her nod as realization dawns on your face.
Wanda chuckles, moving closer until her mouth is close to the cut on your throat. The sound sends heat straight to your core, and your mind is thrown back into a confused haze. “You really are dumb, you need someone else to do the thinking for you, sweetheart.”
Without any more preamble, her lips meet your skin and suck. It's been long, much too long since you’ve felt pleasure like this. You find yourself holding back moans as her lips continue to suck, her tongue dragging along your skin as she marks your neck. Her teeth are rough, digging into your skin slightly as dark bruises bloom in a ring around your throat.
You're hers. And now everyone will be able to see it.
A pathetic whimper escapes you, and Wanda smiles against your skin. That’s exactly what she’d been waiting for, and she pulls back briefly to take in your half-lidded eyes and blown pupils.
You have one last question, and before you can think too hard about the consequences of questioning Wanda, it pushes past your lips. “What do you mean, you took them away?”
The words hang in the air, silence filling the room as a slow smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face. She slowly reaches for her knife, a faraway look in her eyes as she traces the tip of it around your nipple. “I wasn’t going to risk you being taken from me.”
“Wanda.”
Her eyes meet yours, her gaze hot as she takes in your pleading expression. She sighs, knowing that you won’t let the topic go until you're satisfied with her answer. Digging the tip of the blade into the top of your breast, she watches the blood bead around it while you wince.
“Don’t interrupt me again.” Her words are hard, and you nod quickly. She rewards you by pulling the blade away and soothing the cut with her tongue. A moan escapes her when the sweet taste of your blood hits her taste buds, and she laps up as much of it as she can before pulling away to answer your unspoken request.
Her eyes glint, and dread pools in your stomach.
“I killed them.” She says simply, her tone flat even as her words are slightly breathy. “I couldn’t risk letting them free. Not while I was at risk of losing you. I can never lose you.”
Wanda’s voice is slightly frantic by the end of her sentence, and you can tell that she’s losing control. Her fingers are digging into your skin, the blade of her knife pressing against your ribcage as one of her hands makes its way to your throat.
Squeezing tightly, she watches your eyes close at the feeling, your throat bobbing roughly beneath her hand. She feels practically drunk on power now that she finally has you, and no longer has to hide her obsession for you.
It was easy enough to hide cameras and small microphones in your apartment, seeing as she practically lived there with how often she came over. It was more difficult to follow you on your dates, trying to stay inconspicuous even as rage overtook her at the sight of you with another woman.
The best part, however, was after you said goodbye to your date. She loved the rush of power she received when the first thing you did was respond to her texts. She must have been on your mind during the date if you texted her as soon as it was over, right?
Wanda couldn’t really feel bad for the women she killed, they were just desperate for you. They wouldn’t have treated you right, they didn’t even know you. Besides, they all wanted to take you from her, and she couldn’t let that happen.
She would never let that happen.
The sound of a strangled moan brings Wanda back into the present moment, and her eyes focus on your face as you try to breathe under her hand. Her eyes widen, and she snatches her hand away from your throat as she cups your face while you suck in deep breaths.
“Are you alright, darling? I didn’t mean it, please forgive me. I would never hurt you, I just got upset at the thought of losing you. You know how much I love you, sweetheart. Please, say something.”
Wanda’s body weight is fully on top of you, her hands cold and smelling of iron as they caress your cheeks. It's gentle, and you can’t comprehend why she went from such a rough action to stroking your face with her fingertips. You want to scream, you want to push her off of you. You’ve never seen her like this, with wide eyes and short puffs of breath hitting your face. Her lips are inches from your own, her eyes frantically searching your face for any sign of pain.
You want to push her away, but there are tears sliding down her cheeks and landing on yours so instead you tilt your face and press your lips against hers.
The softness of her lips surprises you, and you find yourself not minding the slight taste of iron as she begins sliding them against yours. She’s a better kisser than anyone else you’ve kissed, and you find yourself leaning into her touch, instead of away from it.
This is your best friend, she wouldn’t hurt you. She loves you.
Sharp teeth tug at your bottom lip, and you can’t help the tiny moan that escapes you at the feeling. She smiles at the sound, and you vividly remember the time you’d told her that you were a masochist, drunk on cheap wine as the pair of you watched 50 Shades of Grey and laughed at nearly every scene.
You should’ve known she’d remember. Wanda seemed to remember everything about you, but you also remembered everything about her. Especially the sensitive spot just below her ear that caused her to whine, something you’d discovered during a drunk makeout session in a dirty club.
Arching your back even more and taking advantage of her slip in control when she groans at the feeling of your pelvic against hers, you attach your lips to that sensitive spot. Wanda practically writhes on top of you, a breathy moan leaving her lips as pleasure courses through you when her hands tighten around your breasts.
Breaking the kiss, Wanda tangles a hand in your hair and wrenches your head back, exposing your bruised neck once more. She nips lightly at the skin, pain blooming whenever her teeth so much as graze the swollen bruises, and you whimper.
“Wanda, please.”
The sound of your voice sends pleasure racing towards Wanda’s core. Grinding her hips down to relieve some of the aching pressure between her thighs, she pulls back and reaches for her knife. She’s never heard you beg before, and now that she has, she wants more.
“Please what, darling? Use your words.” Her eyes bore into yours, and you shiver when you see something hungry in them. She slowly drags the knife over the swell of your breasts and down your stomach, creating new, deeper cuts.
You can’t do much but moan and pant, the sensations quickly becoming overwhelming as pleasure shoots through you with each new cut. Wanda catches onto this, her smile widening until it's all teeth as she feels your hips attempt to roll from under her thighs.
“I won’t ask again.” Her voice turns cold in an instant, her smile slowly fading as she watches you struggle to form a sentence. The knife stops, right on the inside of your hip. The tip digs in, dragging smoothly along your skin as green eyes focus on it.
The only thing you can do is watch, your brain is much too fuzzy to form thoughts, much less any words.
A particularly harsh stroke brings a moment of clarity to you, and when Wanda finally pulls the blade away from your skin, you realize that she’d been leaving deliberate marks. She’d been carving something into your skin. You feel your heart quicken at the proud smile that appears on those sinfully plump lips, and you let out a whimper as her eyes snap to your face.
“Now you’re truly mine.” The words are whispered, but you hear them. Looking down, you see the letters WM engraved into your hip and look back at dilated green eyes in shock. Judging by the pain you’d felt and the amount of blood seeping out of her initials, the cuts were deep and long-lasting.
“Wanda…” You don’t know what to say, but as the knife still clutched in her hand starts making its way towards your throat, you say the words she wants to hear.
“I was always yours,” A wide smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face, and she throws the knife somewhere onto the bed as she cups your cheeks in her hands.
Green eyes search yours frantically, her breaths uneven and short as she studies your face. Her voice is breathless and demanding, her accent slipping in between each syllable as her fingers dig into your face. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Wanda.” Your eyes are earnest and the fear that had been building starts slowly slipping away as Wanda’s eyebrows raise softly. You can see the crazed look in her eyes fading slightly, and you catch a glimpse of your best friend underneath the possessive version of her. “I always have been, and you’ve always been mine.”
You’re surprised to find that you actually mean those words.
“Now please,” You begin, your voice slipping into a whine as you become acutely aware of her pelvis grinding against your center. “Fuck me, Wanda.”
Hands make their way from your flushed cheeks and down to your chest, fingers roughly tracing the raised, red lines across your skin. You’re far too gone to feel any shame about the pleasure coursing through you at the pain, your hips rolling against Wanda’s desperately as she bends down to kiss you again.
Her lips are rough against yours, her teeth biting and pulling at your swollen lips as you try and keep up. She dominates the kiss quickly, her fingers pinching and tugging at your nipples as she slides her tongue against yours, a slightly iron taste hitting your tongue as she does so.
You arch into her, no longer afraid of her touch. This is your best friend, and you know she’ll take good care of you, she always has. And now, she always will.
Wanda’s lips leave your own, and you suck in deep breaths, feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen as she sits up fully and begins removing your pants. She’s impatient, practically ripping the fabric as she pulls them down your legs. Her eyes catch a glimpse of the growing wet spot on your underwear, and she rips them off in one smooth motion.
Before the fabric has even hit the floor, her tongue is hot and needy against your aching core. She didn’t even hesitate to put her hair up, instead flipping it casually over one shoulder as she moaned at the taste of you. She’d been dreaming about this moment for what felt like forever, and you’ve surpassed every expectation she had. Your hips jerk, the stimulation sending your senses into overdrive, and Wanda simply chuckles against you as she holds your thighs down.
You can feel yourself dripping against Wanda’s face as she builds you up, your orgasm creeping closer with each deliberate swipe of her tongue. She eats you out like she’s been waiting for years, which you suppose she actually has. Her tongue swirls around your clit, and you risk a glance down, wrists straining against your restraints as you do.
Wanda’s pupils are so blown that you can’t see any green left in her eyes, and they’re glinting up at you as she smiles slowly. She winks, and you nearly faint from the sight before she takes your clit between her lips and sucks harshly.
Loud moans reverberate around your bedroom as you throw your head back against the pillow. Your muscles strain beneath her fingers, your hips rutting pathetically against her face as you feel your orgasm closing in. You try to signal that you’re close, that she should stop, the sensations threatening to overwhelm you as the pleasure at your core builds painfully.
Wanda’s tongue swirls around your clit once, her teeth scrape it as she sucks, and she moans against your dripping center. That’s all it takes, and within a second you’re coming, your clit pulsating wildly against her tongue as your pussy clenches around nothing, your cum staining her chin as she licks you through the aftershocks.
“Fuck, Wanda. I…” You try to speak, your arms still thrashing slightly against the cuffs attached to your headboard. Her lips move over your still-overly sensitive clit, her tongue teasing the tip of it as it protrudes from its hood. “More, please. I want to feel you.”
Wanda detaches her lips, wiping your arousal off her chin with the back of her hand. You feel your clit throb at the sight, and you bite your lip as her eyes dart towards them. “Such a desperate slut, begging right after I’ve given you an orgasm?”
You open your mouth, whether to protest or beg again, you don’t know. Wanda doesn’t give you the chance, pressing her fingers into your mouth until they hit the back of your throat. Your wide eyes look up at her as they water slightly, your lips closing around her fingers as you begin to suck.
“Because I’m feeling generous tonight,” Wanda begins, reaching for her knife. Your eyes widen slightly at the blade in her hand, and she feels a wave of arousal make its way to her core at the sight. “I’ll fuck you harder, but I’m the one who gets to choose how I do that, not you. Understand?”
Nodding quickly, your eyes dart between the knife and her face as she watches your reaction intently. Her head tilts, tracing the blade gently across your skin until the cold metal reaches your overheated mound, and you bite back a whimper.
The tip of the blade circles around your clit and you freeze as Wanda carefully maneuvers the sharp metal around your slick center until your muscles tremble from the effort of keeping still. Flipping the knife until the blade rests in her hand, she teases the entrance of your dripping pussy with the handle.
She winks, “Don’t worry, I cleaned it for you, sweetheart.”
You whimper, biting back a moan as she eases the knife into you. Fighting the urge to fuck yourself against the handle, you bite your lip harshly, tasting blood as she slowly pumps in and out of you.
Wanda is focused on the knife, watching as she thrusts it deep inside your leaking pussy and admiring the juices that coat it when she slowly pulls it out. She finds a rhythm, one that has your thighs quivering and muffled moans spilling from between your lips as the sloshing sounds of your pussy fill the room.
Looking up, Wanda’s eyes lock on your bottom lip. It’s trapped between your teeth, beads of crimson blood forming as you pant and moan. Your eyes are closed, and Wanda realizes that you’re too lost in the pleasure to realize that you’re hurting yourself.
She can’t have that, the only person allowed to hurt you is Wanda.
“Open your mouth, darling.” Her words are soft, even as she harshly removes the knife from you, leaving you aching and wanting more. You comply, seeing the warning in her eyes as she teases your lips with the arousal-stained handle.
Wanda’s lips part as her breaths become shallow at the sight of you sucking your own juices off her knife. Just when she thinks you couldn’t possibly make her like you more, you go and do something like this. She can’t take it anymore, and her own pussy is throbbing, begging her to release the aching pressure she’s had since the moment she stabbed that girl for the first time tonight.
“Good girl.” You smile around the handle at the words, and Wanda smirks. She should have known that you had a praise kink, especially with the way you blush whenever she compliments you.
“You like that?” She asks, moving the handle deeper into your eager mouth and pressing down on your tongue. “You like being called my good girl? What about this,” She pretends to think, moving the handle until you’re gagging around it.
“You’re my desperate little slut, aren’t you?” Wanda knows she’s found another one of your kinks when she feels your hips roll against her and watches the blush on your face deepen. “It’s pathetic how wet you are right now, and I haven’t even properly fucked you yet.”
You whine, breathing through your nose as she fucks your throat with your arousal-covered knife. Wanda continues, the crazed look appearing once more in her eyes. “Is this all for me? Or do you get wet every time some insignificant pretty girl touches you? I bet you do, so desperate for attention that you’ll beg anyone to fuck you. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, honey. Now I’m here, and I’ll treat you right.”
Wanda pauses, removing the knife from your mouth and setting it on the dresser beside the bed, before she stands and removes her own clothing, talking the whole time. “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even think about anyone else. Your pussy is mine, your pleasure is mine, your pain is mine, you’re mine.”
She pauses, completely nude as she moves to kneel over you. She feels her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs, and your eyes widen at the glistening heat between her legs. “All mine.”
Green eyes so dark they’re black voids of obsession roam your body, tracing paths of fire over your skin as they admire the angry cuts left behind by her sharp blade. It’s not enough, and Wanda knows that it will never be enough. She’ll always want more of you, and you’ll happily give it to her. Because you love her, and no one else.
“I do,” You say, your eyes bright as they lock with green ones. “I do love you, Wanda. I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner.”
Wanda realized that she must have said the last part of her obsessive thoughts out loud, but couldn’t help the sigh of relief at the confirmation of your feelings. She gets on the bed, positioning herself over you until her core is pressed against your own. Her eyes meet yours, and they lock intently on you as she begins moving her hips.
The friction is almost too much, pleasure building quickly as you feel Wanda’s clit bump your own. You admire her long dark hair, taking note of the slightly smudged eyeliner under her intense eyes and the dark lipstick coating her lips as small gasps tumble out of them. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.
“Say it,” Wanda demands, her voice breathy. She moans, grinding herself harder against you as her orgasm races towards the surface. Her hands move, one gripping your breast tightly as the other moves to wrap around your throat.
You try to hold your own orgasm back, wanting to please Wanda. Your words are strained, your tone desperate as you beg, “Say, what? Tell me and I’ll say it. Please?”
Wanda could cum just from those words, but she doesn’t. As much as she loves how obedient you’re being, she needs one more thing. “You're mine.” She manages to get out, her orgasm about three seconds away.
Realization dawns in your eyes, and you smile up at her. It's all teeth and blood from the cut on your lip, and Wanda’s orgasm crashes over her at the sight. Your words are strong, soothing, and low as your own orgasm washes over you. “I’m yours, all yours.”
You feel a tendril of possessiveness worm its way through you at the sight of Wanda coming undone on top of you. It wraps around your heart and squeezes, and you think you understand how she’s been feeling this whole time. You never want to let her go, to let her be loved by anyone other than you.
Wanda leans down, her breath hot against your lips as she kisses you. You kiss back with the same ferocity, biting down on her lips and claiming her as your own. She moans, her hips stuttering against you, and you smile.
the urge of having possessive Wanda losing control of her mind, she knows you belong to her, but she can't control her jealous specially when strangers are just mesmerized by you.
You know how it will go at the end of the day. A quiet Wanda until you get home. She will simple ask "are you mine, sweetheart?" your answer are clear "ofc I'm yours, completely yours, Wanda!". She's not satisfied with your words "I don't think people have this in their mind, in fact, it sounds you don't even remember what being mine means."
That's it. There are no arguing she could listen to. It will be a long torturing night. She won't be gentle, she will use you until she feels it's enough, losing the count of how many times you'll cum, mark every inch of your skin, dark purple and red marks, she needs it and you need it too.
Your dizzy mind not being able to form a word, it's too much, except of Wanda's voice repeating "mine, you're fucking mine".
Just imagine toxic wanda who knows you’re starting to pull away from her so she starts rewriting your memories maybe while you sleep or even in the moment if you do something she doesn’t like. It’s subtle at first, nothing too drastic just little things. Suddenly you and Natasha aren’t as close as you thought you were, that one fight you and Wanda had? Never happened. You remember apologising to her, not the other way around.
And every day you wake up a little more confused, your memories a little more hazy than before but Wanda is always right there to remind you. (Her version of events that is).
Toxic Wanda that brushes your hair behind your ear, holding your face like she’s the only person in your world who gets you, and god you want to believe her. You do believe her. Because when she says “I’d never lie to you” it feels honest, it feels real.
But then it’s the same toxic Wanda who tilts your chin up with two fingers and says “you don’t need them, you only need me,” and deep down you know something is wrong but your heart’s screaming at you she’s right she’s always right. you’re hers.
Warnings: Mommy Kink, magic cock, dark!Wanda, mommy Wanda, g!p Wanda, breeding kink, cock warming, belly bulge, bottom!reader, but like reader is on top for once, so I guess power bottom! Wanda?, yandere Wanda, yandere reader?, pregnant reader barely, somnophilia, it’s all consensual, possessive Wanda, possessive reader, smut, praise, Minors DNI 18+
Summary: Fourth part to the, “She’s in your mind” series. It’s just straight smut, and takes place after “Your body is hers”.
Part 3
In an interesting turn of events, you were the one to wake up first. You opened your eyes to see that you were in your bed at home, and a Sokovian witch, lay beside you. She was laying on her side facing you and her arm was draped over your waist. Soft breaths left her parted mouth and her face looked almost tense, as if even in her sleep, she was feeling uneasy or upset. You kept your head turned towards her and watched her, you thought about what happened yesterday, and what it meant for the future with her. She had told you that you were pregnant, and with twins no less, you had never really thought about having kids, always moving around too much in life, and you never really had anyone to love enough to want to start a family with.
Wanda changed things though, you did love her, and while you were a little upset that she didn’t tell you, or even asked for your permission, it hadn’t felt forced, she had done nothing but make you feel safe and loved, and you vividly remembered how good it felt that night to be with her. In a way, she did warn you, and you could understand her eagerness to have a family with you, as you said yourself before all of this started, a mother’s love was no joke. And she was a mother, a very determined mother, but a mother with nothing but love as her motive.
Besides, as you faced Wanda in bed, and took in all the beauty in front of you, you couldn’t help but think how cute your kids would be. You and Wanda, and your children, a family. It sounded really nice, and the feelings of anger started to leave you as you looked at Wanda further and thought of your soon to be family and life together. These feelings then turned to excitement, and even gratefulness. And god dammit you wanted her babies now. A wave of heat and longing rushed over you, and you moved yourself closer to Wanda, you pecked her forehead, and pushed her body to lay on her back. Images of that night came into your mind and motivated you more to gently move yourself over Wanda. She was still asleep and you wanted to keep her that way as you lowered yourself down to her waist.
You moved your hands down to her hips and slowly pulled her sweatpants down and off her, surprised that she still hadn’t woken, but nonetheless smiled in satisfaction that she felt safe enough to sleep in your presence and not be alert to little things and movements. She must be very tired now that you thought of it, always looking after you, taking care of all your needs and more. You felt that you should take care of her this time.
Looking down, you fought back a whimper at the sight of Wanda, you leaned down closer to her core and at the smell of her, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Not being able to hold yourself back, you laid your hands on her thighs to slightly part her for you, and slowly pressed your mouth against her. Closing your eyes, you licked gentle strokes up her pussy until you could tell she was wet for you. You looked back up to Wanda as you head her moan, yet she was still asleep, so you continued your appreciation of tasting Wanda, keeping your eyes locked on her face.
Wanda was starting to squirm in her sleep, letting out pretty little sounds that had you addicted to pulling out more from her. She tasted addicting, and looked so heavenly even in her sleep. Wanting to drag out more from her, you moved your tongue down lower and entered her. This, did give you more, because soon after, you heard her gasp awake, her cunt clenched around your tongue and you moaned into her at the feeling of her walls sucking you in. Wanda’s hands quickly moved to your hair before she could even realize what was happening, and she looked down at you when she did.
“Oh baby, fuck!” She said in surprise and ecstasy. “What- ohh, mhmm.” You cut her off, her sentence turning into a moan as you slid two fingers inside her. Your mouth moving up to her clit, you began to suck on it, waiting for her to catch her bearings as you continued to pump your fingers into her. Her fingers gripped your hair tighter and pulled you closer into her, smooth thighs clamped around your head, trapping you between them to keep you there. Not that you were ever going to stop, you’d happily die from suffocating between her thighs. Her eyes were lidded, but she kept them on you as you ate her out, you could tell she was getting close from the way she could barely keep them open and her moans getting louder.
“Baby don’t stop, keep going right there. You’re doing so well for mommy. Look at you-god-you’re such a good girl for me.” She moaned out. You groaned into her at those words, the fact that she was coherent and still making sure to praise you whilst being eaten out, made you even more ravenous.
“Move your fingers faster baby. Curl them, yes, just like that, oh, you’re doing such a good job making mommy feel good.” She said, as she moved her hand to cradle the back of your head, pressing you harder into her. Doing as she said you moved your fingers harder into her, and curled them just right, sucking on her clit, and watched as she threw her had back, arching into you as she finally came. She let out a long moan, holding you against her as she released into your mouth, you did your best to clean every drop of her, feeling prideful in making her feel so good.
Wanda finally released your head and let her legs relax to the sides of you, and you crawled your way up to her. Her hands wrapping around your back to pull you up to her as she caught her breath. You kissed her neck and worked your way up to her mouth, she hummed as you both kissed, a small smile forming on her mouth.
“Well, I’m not sure what started all of that, but I take it you’re not mad at me?” She asked, after you pulled back. You both looked at each other, just examining one another as you came up with an answer.
“I’ll admit, I was mad Wanda. You can’t just go getting people pregnant without their permission.” You said, and her head dropped at your words, her face holding guilt at making you upset. Your heart hurt a little at the sight. “But, I think we both have come to the realization that we’re not regular people, and that while you love me, I am also in love with you. I had to think about this a bit, but honestly Wanda, I’m incredibly honored and ecstatic to have your children, and I’m not that mad anymore. How could I be, when the outcome of that night is us starting a family. I wouldn’t want that with anyone else, but you.” The smile that appeared on Wanda’s face, after your little speech, made you satisfied with your choice of words and for forgiving her.
“I’m so glad. The last thing I want to do is make you unhappy, and I’m sorry for not asking you first and making sure you were ok with it. I will make sure to ask next time, you mean the world to me and so do our boys.” She said. You were sitting in her lap and she pulled you into her, her face tucking into your neck as you both held each other. You both breathed each other in, as the remaining doubts and worries washed away from your talk.
While you had this little heartfelt moment, that didn’t stop your body however, from letting Wanda know it was effected, by recent erotic events. Your face flushed as you both felt your arousal drip onto Wanda’s lap from between your legs. Wanda’s hands moved and rubbed down your back, she let out a little chuckle into your neck, feeling your whole body heat up, and listened to the frenzied thoughts running through your head.
“That’s right, you must be feeling so achy right now hmm? Tell mommy, what started all of this in the first place? Not that I’m complaining, waking up to my girl pleasing me so well, but I certainly didn’t expect it.” Her hands continued to rub your back in a soothing manner as she said this, mouthing the words into your neck. You relaxed into her hold, her voice coaxing you into warm fuzzy state.
“Just wanted to make you feel good, is all. You take care of me all the time, I wanted to do the same.” You said quietly.
“My sweet girl, there is no need for that, you just let me take care of you, mommy is just happy to have you. Making you happy, makes me happy.” Wanda purred.
“Well maybe, I’m just happy to have you too.” You whispered in her ear, and Wanda gripped you tighter to her.
“You do, babygirl. I’m all yours.” She breathed out. A wave of possessiveness came over you, and you grabbed her face to bring your mouths together and share a very heated and love filled kiss. You let her take dominance over the kiss as she moved her hands down to your hips, and you had to pull away from her mouth to gasp for air, as she made you grind down on her thigh. “You’re so wet for me angel, you’ve waited so patiently for mommy. This poor little pussy has just been dripping for my cock this whole time hasn’t it? You think I didn’t notice how much you loved being filled by me? Be honest, its not just us starting a family that has you accepting your pregnancy, you just love to have your hole stuffed full with mommy’s cum, isn’t that right?” She moved your hips harder against her thigh, as she said this, and you moaned at how right she was, how hot the imagery of her words made you feel.
“Fuck, yes!” you yelped out, as she smacked your ass, not satisfied with your silence.
“That’s not how my good girl is supposed to talk, you shouldn’t be using such bad words, but I’ll let it slide since you made mommy feel so good. Now that we’ve established how you really feel, would my sweet girl like her reward?” Wanda waved her hand, her magic taking away both of your clothes, and as you slid your hips against hers, you felt a bulge there and looked down. You core clenched at the sight of her fake cock, and your thighs closed around her waist from the desire to feel her inside you. Lithe fingers took your chin and tilted your head back up to look at her.
Wanda’s eyes were pools of endless love and desire, the green in them nearly non existent as she looked at you. You stopped all movement just to look at her, trapped in her gaze, she looked very serious, her hand moving to cup your jaw.
“Sit up for me darling. I want you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything or if something hurts, do you understand?” She asked with a calm tone. You knew she was being serious, and your heart fluttered at the concern and cautiousness she gave you.
“Yes, Wanda.” You nodded, making sure she knew you were ok.
“Good girl.”she praised, then moved your hips down to hers, her length aligned perfectly as she sunk you down onto her. You lost all breath as she filled you completely, she was bigger than last time, you could tell from the stretch you felt. You couldn’t take your eyes off her as she did this though, too entranced by the absolute hunger and darkness in her eyes as she looked at you, filled you. You didn’t know what to do, at the moment you were so overwhelmed.
“Breathe angel, breathe. That’s it, there you go, I know it’s so big, but you’re doing so well, taking all of me whole.” Wanda whispered. She caressed your hips, trying to relax you. It was working as you took deep breaths. She pressed kisses against your neck and chest, and you felt her patience and softness relaxing you even further. You started to grind a little on her, feeling her more and getting used to the stretch of her until you started to feel pleasure deep in your core. Wanda took a deep breathe at this, and moved her hands to your ass to move you onto her more.
“You’re ready, that’s good, so good baby. Now move, show mommy how much you want her.”she moaned. You slowly started to increase your grinding until you started to move up and down on her. The feeling turning from slight pain, into hot bolts of pleasure deep in your gut. Wanda let out a whimper and you looked at her, Wanda’s lips were parted, eyes closed, and brow slightly furrowed as she adjusted to the new pace. You suddenly remembered how much you wanted to please her, to show her how much you wanted her. So you pushed on her chest, falling down with her as her back hit the bed, her eyes flashed open in surprise from the movement, your hands now over her breasts as you leaned down to take on into your mouth. She let out a gasp from the sensation of your mouth taking in one of her nipples and her other nipple was getting rolled between your fingers.
“Oh what a good girl, that feels so good. Mommy loves it when you play with her breasts, you do such a good job using that pretty little mouth of yours, keep going baby, my baby.” Wanda spoke in such a nurturing tone, you would have thought she was simply talking to a baby, if it wasn’t for the slight waver in her voice. This only enthused you more, and you decided to try using a little teeth. This was a great discovery on your end because soon after, Wanda jerked her hips up into you and arched her back, letting out a groan from the harsher contact.
You smirked a little, happy from that reaction, and continued to move against Wanda while leaving little bites on her chest. Wanda’s hands moved to grab your hair, but you quickly moved to take her hands in yours instead. She looked at you with curiosity, as you merely clasped your fingers together and moved them above her head. You mouth still on her breast as you looked at her coyly. She went to say something, mouth opening to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as you rose your hips up and slammed back down onto her, interrupting any previous thoughts before that.
“You said to show you how much I want you mommy, well I’m showing you.” You said. You quickly moved up and down on Wanda’s cock, the magic warming you from the inside, your hands grasped each other above her head as you moved your mouth up her neck to leave even more bites. Wanda just threw her head back, giving you more room to mark her and moan in her ear as your thrusts grew faster, more sloppy. The little connection you had in your heart with her, gave you a sense that she was close to coming, her magic warmed you as your hearts beat rapidly in-sync. You moved your mouth to hers, kissing her as best you could in your near incoherent state, she kissed you back, you both moaned as your bodies slid against each other, and got closer.
“Mommy, I’m gonna come.” You whimpered into her mouth. This seemed to snap Wanda out of her trance, and she opened her eyes to look at you. She watched as you worked so hard to please her and keep yourself from coming, and she had to keep herself from doing the same. She wrapped her hand around your throat, and leaned up to kiss your jaw.
“Can I cum inside you?” She whispered, looking at you with near pleading eyes. And you moaned out a ‘yes’ immediately. Because that sight and question alone made you want to come right on the spot. With a few quick thrusts up into you, you felt her burst inside you, followed by a guttural, “Fuck.” You came around her cock, squeezing her tight inside you, and you let out moans for each second she filled you with more cum.
“That’s a good girl, take all of mommy’s treat. Been saving so much just for you. Does that feel good babygirl? Letting mommy stuff you full of her cum? Look at you, you look so precious and perfect.” Wanda moved her hand down to your stomach, moving it in circles as she praised you. “God, I didn’t realize how much I had until now. Take a look baby, look how much cum you’ve taken for me.” You looked down after catching your breath, and saw something that nearly made you come again. Her hand moved to caress the side of her waist and move out of the way to show you how much cum was inside you. Your stomach had a bulge showing, and you looked already slightly pregnant from the amount that made your stomach look so full.
“To alleviate any concerns, the babies are fine, and so are you. You did so good, and you look so pretty being all stuffed with mommy’s cum, just how you should be. Just think, you’ll be even bigger in a few months, and I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll be then.” Wanda dreamily said. All you could do was moan as she helped to move you around in a complicated manner. You honestly couldn’t even say how she did it, considering you think you blacked out for a few seconds from the pleasure, but one moment you’re looking at her satisfied smile, and the next, she has you laid on your side and her behind you, with her cock still buried deep inside you.
She was holding you from behind, no skin untouched as she molded herself against you, and her slight adjustments to get comfortable kept sending shocks of pleasure (or overstimulation, you couldn’t tell) through you. She had her arms wrapped around your waist, caressing your still full stomach and tucked her head into your neck, breathing you in and leaving small kisses there. You kept letting out whimpers as she just shushed you sweetly. Saying, “It’s ok, you’re safe and such a precious girl to me. Mommy is just gonna leave you like this for a bit, and you’re gonna stay still and take it. You look to pretty and full to just let all this cum go. Don’t you want to make mommy happy? You wouldn’t want all of mommy’s cum to just go to waist now would you?”
“N-no, mommy, I’ll hold it.” You barely spoke out, the fullness making you want to not make any sudden or drastic movements, but you agreed. You did feel good, and if Wanda thought you looked pretty, who were you to deny her and make her unhappy. You were surprised, but honestly happy with it as well.
Another kiss was placed against your neck, then she whispered, “that’s my good girl, I’m so happy. You make me so happy. Thank you for letting me have another opportunity for a family. I wont ever let you go, I’ll make sure you’ll want for nothing and our boys will have the best life, with the best mothers.” You simply hummed in agreement, a small smile forming on both your faces as you snuggled more into each other. The thought of your boys laughing and smiling with you and Wanda, being the last thing on both your minds before you fell asleep.
