#dark!wanda x reader

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HELL IS EMPTY

ALL THE DEMONS ARE HERE

Wanda is the Scarlet Witch. After going through the heartbreak of losing her perfect fake life, she cannot settle down with just a real and empty one. Wishing for all that should be impossible to have – it’s just not the most safe choice to make, or the most healthy life to fantasize about, but for her, it’s not a choice at all. Her children. Her boys. They are the last and only source of happiness remaining in her life. And Wanda want… WILL… have them back. She will destroy whatever it takes. Kill whomever is in her way.

But there’s consequences. The living and breathing embodiment of a nightmare, created by the decisions of no one other than the Scarlet Witch herself. All that Wanda should have predict, and all that she will never forget.

They are equals – with a destructive mind and the power to end it all. Two sides of the same blood stained coin.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ This story will contain talks of depression, anxiety, grief, gruesome murder and other sensitive topics. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: DOCTOR STRANGE: MoM SPOILERS! I intend to make this a small series, after seeing the movie I just could not stop thinking about it.

English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Sorry!

Part 02

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Red light pulses and flickers, dancing in the air like random drawings that float out of the tip of black fingers. Wanda stood proudly. Shadows dance in the walls around her, the darkness weakened by the glow of the candles. She found something. Ashes of the Darkhold scattered the floor around and beneath her feet, her eyes furious. The vision she just had, burning in her mind with whispers echoing all around her skull. Mocking her, and the plans she had made this far.

One possibility in millions. Destiny called for it’s rights, and now everything changed. It’s up for Wanda to figure out how the hell she will keep things in control, and angered her to no end knowing that she had just lost her vantage.

“Who is she…”, she growled through greeted teeth. Wong fisted a bunch of dust and tiny stones, trying to crawl away as much as possible. “Answer me!” the scream echoed.

The wind blew strong, bringing the scent of smoke and death that covered Kamar-Taj. Wong stopped when one of his fingers reached a hand, alone in the center of a big puddle of blood.

Magic got him by one of his legs, and pulled him all the way back to the steps that he so miserably rolled down. Laying flat in the burned stones, feeling the ground hurting his spine, air got knock out of his lungs when he landed against a wall straight after. Planks of wood falling atop of him, some parts of the sealing too.

“Who. Is. She”, Wanda growled again. Her voice deepened and distorted by raw power.

“I-I don’t… k-know”, Wong barely got out. Blood dripping from his mouth and cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Wanda let out a grunt of frustration. She walked and walked, trying to get herself to think of something. Anything that could help, but she never had seen something like it. Not even in the Darkhold. That woman looked strangely familiar, and angry. A kind of anger that made her dangerous, ignoring it would be the dumbest idea she would ever had.

Wong let out a whimper, desperately trying to seat up, fighting the pain of broken bones and bruised muscles. Wanda watched, still thinking. When the sorcerous finally could get a breath of air without coughing, her eyes glowed bright red. Wong felt a stinging pain behind his eyes, his body tensed up like he just got electrocuted. In his mind, the image of the woman that Wanda seemed to worry about.

She was… terrifying. In a strange and confusing way. Her magic was strong, moving around like pure darkness, and her eyes were a door to the deepest void Wong has ever seen. In the vision, she looked directly at him, as if she knew Wanda would be watching. No dark color in the tip of her long slim fingers, nothing special in her clothes. Black jeans, combat boots, a heavy jacket full of pockets. The only thing that shined in her entire body was a ring. Secured in her chest by a small chain hanging around her neck. Delicate, and small. It looked out of place.

The woman didn’t said anything. She just stood and stared deep in to Wong’s eyes. Terrifying, and yet…

Wong blinked when the vision was gone from his mind and Wanda watched curiously while he stared at a random spot in the mass of rubble. Dried blood mixed with dust and ashes. The vision wasn’t for him.

Wong smiled. Bleeding and in pain – he still smiled. A big vein appeared in Wanda’s temple, and she closed her lips in a white line. A humorless nasal laugh sounding just as impatient as she felt.

Wong didn’t know who the stranger was, but now he knew that Wanda, had finally met someone strong enough to let her worried. This woman not only was waiting anxiously for the encounter, but she also was one-step forward. Sensing Wanda’s presence from other universe, and having the guts to look her dead in the eye.

Wanda had a reason for this mess, even if it was a mad one. The stranger had one too.

“I don’t know her, but… can’t wait to meet her personally”. Wong laughed this time.

Wanda slapped him with a ball of angry red magic, careful not to get him unconscious. He would be of no use then.

“Come”, she said like he had a choice, and Wong was dragged again.

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The stranger – this Y/N woman, she was… intriguing, at least. America watched as they walked through the streets of Sokovia, looking for a place to rest for a few hours. When they finally got to this small building, and the door to the last apartment was opened with a old looking spell, they were both brought inside and welcomed to get some new clothes or something to eat from the fridge.

“What is this place?”, Stephen asked.

“You’ve never been to an apartment before? Usually, this is how they look from the inside“-

“I know how a apartment looks like”, he huffed.

“Then don’t ask stupid questions”, she said back with a little smirk. Seems like she liked annoying Strange.

America watched, somewhat amused with the first look of emotion on the woman’s face and then shrugged when Strange looked at her, annoyed. “What?”.

“It’s my old apartment”, Y/n explained, watching outside the window. “Wanda and I used to live here, before we got married”.

The sadness in her voice came back quickly, America tried not to stare at the pictures all around. Strange didn’t care much, he looked, and looked some more until he decided to sit down.

“So, what’s your plan? Tag along until Wanda appears?”.

“Yes”, she turned around seeming almost bored. “Wanda already knows I’m helping you. She won’t be a problem for much longer”.

“What?”, Strange said quickly. Y/N kept looking at him, not surprised. “She knows you’re with us. Do you really think the best plan is to just… what, take a nap at your old apartment and wait for her to show up?”.

She stared again. In that strange consuming way that could make the most powerful people in the world very uncomfortable.

“You are… confident”, America said cautiously in the silence.

“You had the Darkhold”, Strange pointed. “You use magic without saying a single word or move. You said you are… a mistake in the fabric of reality. That your existence is real only in this universe”.

Y/N crossed her arms and rested her back up against the wall. Not even looking a tad bit worried. America wrecked her brain, trying to figure out what Strange was on about.

“And…”, she encouraged.

“Wife and kids… In this universe, Wanda had a wife and kids. That never… She’s always married with Vision”.

“Now, hold on a second… What?”, Y/N blinked with a disgusted look. “Wanda. My Wanda… With the stoplight?”.

“Stop…”, America snickered and coughed a bit after, trying to contain herself. “I-I mean, yeah. Wanda and Vision are totally a thing”.

“What?”, Y/N asked again and America nodded her head with a little uncomfortable smile. “That’s… I mean, he’s a robot… Kinda of a unique… relationship, that’s for sure. Uhm… were they… Was she happy?”.

America didn’t know the answer, she looked at Strange wanting to know for sure. Stephen sighed and softly nod. Y/N knew something had happened.

“They were happy for some time, I think. Until Thanos got to us and… Wanda had to destroy the stone”.

“Your Wanda killed the man she loved…”, Y/N said cautiously.

“And then watched when Thanos brought him back to get the stone, which-“.

“Killed him again”.

“Yes”, Strange nodded.

Y/N stayed quiet for a while and than sighted, running a hand through her hair in deep thought.

“I assume that’s when the Hex started. With the boys? She made everything up, because she lost the life she wanted”.

There was no need to answer, the room fell quiet. America looked at the pictures a bit more this time and Strange seem to find some entertainment in staring Y/N down for the next minutes.

“Is… Pietro alive?”.

“No”, he answered quietly. “Ultron”.

Y/N snapped her eyes at him by the name, something tense glittering in her eyes for a small second.

“Does she have anyone? Friends?”

“The Avengers were her family”.

“If they aren’t family anymore, they never deserved to be called that. Wanda has enough shit- had…enough to deal with already. Getting abandoned by her friends after losing everything she loved…”, Y/N let out a sour chuckle and walked out of the room with a sad smile. “Nothing I can’t relate…”.

“Do you have friends? Someone who can help us, I mean”, America said. Trying to cover up her curiosity and compassion with a plan.

Strange looked at her for a bit and then turned his head to the end of the living room, where Y/N had stopped to look back with a smile that didn’t seemed as sad as before.

“I do”, she said and America sighted. “But I fear that meeting them when you’re here would be… counterproductive. Some of them at least”.

“What’d you mean?”, she asked curiously.

Y/N chuckled. She would’ve found the amount of questions and nosing In her business annoying a few years back. When were still just her fiancé and her living in that apartment. Roaring twenties, with parties, hangovers and a lot of make out sessions.

The married life with twins changed her a bit. For the good. And she missed the constant curios questions, giggles and the sound of cartoons dancing through the living room of her home. Nothing felt like it again, this old apartment, the empty house. Anywhere around the city felt like nowhere at all.

Because they weren’t there. Wanda and the boys where now buried in the ground of the local cemetery. With they’re names carved into stone and still fresh dirt above their cascates.

Y/N closed her fist and dug her nails into the skin, swallowing the huge lump that burned in the back of her throat. The smile she gave out was fake, Strange hated how easily he knew the difference. It was easy when he had a similar one for the mirrors, fans and pretty much everyone else. Including the woman, that he not only loves, but is also happy with someone else.

“The Illuminati and I have not been seeing eye to eye since I got the Darkhold”.

“You’ve stolen the Darkhold…”.

“It’s mine”, Strange sensed something off about that, “it was requested of me to let it sealed and kept away for safety. They’d studied it from time to time, but I always knew where it was. I just now found a reason to take it”.

“Power”, Strange insinuated. “You got the book because you need it to kill Wanda. For revenge. This just gets better and better”.

“I don’t need an old, dusty, fucking book to destroy the woman who took everything from me”, she growled and walked forward. Stephen immediately lifted his hands, getting himself ready to fight and protect America.

Y/N stopped right at his face, looking in his eyes with a anger that burned and tensed up all the muscles in her body. Like paint dripping from the walls, the shadows around and below the furniture started to move. Whispers calling from every direction, colors fading like the darkness was feeding from the light. Crawling quickly to pool at Y/N ankles.

“Who are you…”, America whispered, astonished and terrified.

Just as quickly as everything became so heavy, it came to be… easy, and real. It turned back to normal again. Like a switch. A punch to the gut or a bullet to the brain.

Y/n closed her eyes and took a big step back, the shadows followed. The colors of the room slowly coming back. So that’s how the empty house got black and white?, America thought.

Something was very wrong with her.

Stephen had never seen that kind of magic, but still felt familiar. He was reconsidering their ‘partnership’ at this point. Having her around felt like going for a walk with a bomb tied to his body.

“Blow it up”, Y/n said and he cursed himself for letting her in. “As long as you want America safe, and Wanda away from you two, I’m not a threat”.

“We don’t want Wanda dead”, America said quickly.

“No one is perfect”, Y/n said back with a sigh. “Go, have something to eat, get yourselves ready. Ultron’s robots will be here pretty soon, I suppose”.

“Excuse me?” Stranger questioned, taken a back.

“Oh, shit” America cursed under her breath.

“Did you just set us up?!”

“No, Xavier has been spying on me for a while now. I never let him in, but you guys had no clue. And like I said, not all of the Illuminati. We can get help there, and a bit more of protection. Stand down, red thingy”, the cape flapped it’s sides a bit and Y/N smiled, amused.

“Thought you said you could take her…”, America said and quickly explained when Y/n looked her way. “Not doubting you, just… you know… curious… She’s the Scarlet Witch”.

“You’ll need help to get away while I’m dealing with her. There’s someone inside, that can help. She owns me”.

“Oh”, America sounded a little surprised by the plan. “Sounds much better than just… jumping between universes”.

Strange rolled his eyes and turned around to the kitchen. His cape making a show of flapping around a bit more then usual just to make him look better. Like suddenly this gush of heroic air had just past the living room. America frowned when her wrist was grabbed with a whoosh of fabric and she ended up being dragged away by the cape, just like a mother gets her kid away from trouble.

The next minutes were spent in silence, not something that bothered Y/n or Strange, but America was definitely uncomfortable. She bite down on the piece of toast in her plate and cleaned the few crumbs with a tied smile. Strange gulped down almost half of the water bottle. Y/n sighted, deciding to say something.

“How’s Cristine?”, America choked a bit and reached for her glass.

Stephen looked Y/n dead in the eye and answered dryly, “Married”.

Y/n frowned and chuckled on the other side of the kitchen, “Weird way of saying that but, uhm… congratulations”.

“She’s… Christine and him are not…”, America tried to ease up the tension.

Y/n open and closed her mouth like a fish for a couple of times, than she just scratched her forehead and turned to put the glass in the sink. A humorless smiled that burned in Stephen’s mind.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything buy it – I just… Your universe is fucking awful”, she explained and Stephen actually nodded.

Well, that’s progress… I guess, America thought and Y/n smiled a bit after blinking casually to her. The girl smiled big, and had another mouth full of the crunchy bread.

“Were we friends?”, Stephen questioned.

“Huh? Oh, here? No. We hated each other”, she answered and turned around to wash her hands.

“Well that explains the tension in the air”, America murmured.

“Yeah, definitely not friends. More like… someone I knew from work that pissed me off”, Y/n explained. “And the asshole who treated my friend badly”.

Stephen’s stomach grew heavy, he looked anywhere but Y/n’s face for a minute. “Until he redeemed himself, yeah. Then I started tolerating him more easily”.

Strange looked quickly, he could see America smiling by the corner of his eyes. Y/n had her arms crossed and a soft smile on her face. One that he felt lucky to witness. “What did he do?”, the teenager asked curiously.

“Saved Wanda’s life when I wasn’t around to help”, she answered looking down to the wedding ring that she wore with the delicate chain around her neck.

Strange took a sip of his water noticing the pain that lingered in her, like looking in the mirror. “Still an asshole though”, he said with a chuckle.

“Absolutely”, Y/n agreed. “Huge asshole”.

That was nice. Strangely nice. Like making a weird mix in the kitchen with the most random things you could get out of the fridge, and then realizing it tasted something close to your parents cooking then you could ever muster yourself too do. Or maybe, like realizing you have a few more minutes too sleep before the alarm clock goes off.

It was abnormally… comforting.

“I’m sorry”, Y/n says to him. And the truth in her eyes shined. It was like watching someone so pure reemerging front the darkness just to make someone’s day feel better.

Strange nodded, silent and a bit taken a back. But he smiled. For once in a long time, with no sarcasm or bittersweet longing – he just smiled a little. Feeling undertood.

A knock on the door made the duo freeze for a moment, Y/n only circled around the kitchen counter and walked to the front door. Opening it as if they weren’t running away from the worst psycho of the multiverse.

One thing that made them suspicious, was the anxious way she hid the wedding ring dangling in her chest under her shirt. Like it was supposed to be a secret.

“Yes? Oh, Hi-“, she got interrupted by a generous smack to the face.

Y/n didn’t make a sound, her head stayed there for a few seconds while the taste of blood surged around her tongue. Stephen got up immediately and America prepared to jump away if necessary, they couldn’t get a clear view of who was crazy enough to punch y/n’s face like that. Only the top of a redhead.

“Seriously?” Y/N questioned with a sigh and looked up.

“You deserved that”.

Stephen frowned. He didn’t knew that voice, in the five years he was away, the sorcerer never got to meet the woman who kept the avengers alive. Y/n still blocked the door. She was punched just now and didn’t even looked pissed at all.

“Guess I did”.

“Don’t you ever. And, I mean. EVER. Do that shit to me again”, the redhead ordered with a pointing finger. “When I call, you answer. That was the fucking deal!”

“Yeah, I know”.

“Do you?! Really?!”

“Yes, I-“

“Do you have any idea how much you had me worried?”, her voice wavered a bit.

A few seconds of silence got the air stuck with tension. Y/n stayed with her head hanged low, with her small voice of guilt.

“…I’m sorry. I really am, it’s just….” she gulped, “I’ve been busy“.

“Stealing the Darkhold. Yeah, I know, Y/n. And - God! Of all the dumb shit you could’ve done…”

Y/n just looked in silence. That was the stupidest idea she’d ever thought of, and one that could easily get her killed. But it was something that needed to be done. And Y/n were never one that ran away from trouble, no. Since a kid, she was the one, right in the middle of it all.

“Look, I… I won’t say I’m sorry for doing it, okay?”

“I wouldn’t believe you anyway…”

“I am sorry for worrying you though… if that even means something”.

The redhead sighed and finally came closer, hugging Y/n with a gentle kiss to her chin – just were she had punched with so much anger. “You’re a hand full, kid. Never change, okay?”

“Not a kid”.

“ Whatever”.

“I hate you”, Y/n sighted and closed the door behind them. Stephen frowned and America left her mouth hang open. “Guys, meet my friend… Natalia Romanova”.

“First of - I’m the best friend, thank you very much. And second, that is not my name. And you know it, Kid”.

“I’ve told you already, don’t call me kid. I’m not-“

“Yeah, you are“.

“No, America is a kid”. Natasha ignored her completely. “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here, exactly? Go annoy your dear Captain or something”.

“She can hear you, you know? She’s waiting down stairs, given us cover for the next five minutes. And let me tell you, she’s pissed”.

“Now, hang on a second”, Strange blinked in surprise.

“Why am I not surprised”, Y/n smirked.

“Stop that”, Romanoff pointed again with a small smile and turned around. Looking at the duo of outsiders in the other side of the room. “We’re kinda of a white flag at the moment, common ground. You know?”.

“They send you, because you can smack my face and scape alive”. Y/n explained with a sigh. She actually looked bored.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Hi, there!”. Romanoff smiled.

America shuffled a bit, waving with a nervous smile. Strange looked at Y/n to try and figure out if Romanoff was worthy of trust. With all the bickering in the last minute, it was obvious that the two were close friends.

“What in the world have you got yourself into now, stupid…”, Romanoff sighed, already looking annoyed with herself for asking. Arms crossed, she turned to look at her best friend and frowned. Y/n was focused on some random spot in the covered window.

“Stupid, you there?”, Natasha asked.

Y/N stayed quiet. Fists clenching slowly up to the point where they could hear the knuckles crack in the silence. Natasha looked down, following the soft noise and her heart grew cold immediately.

“Y/n…”.

No response.

“Kid!”, Y/n blinked like she just got out of a bad dream. “You okay? What where you looking”-.

“Nothing”, Y/n casually hid her hands in to her pockets. But it was already too late, and she knew it. “Thought I heard something”.

“Why aren’t you wearing your ring?”, the tension in Natasha’s voice made Strange and America immediately worried. Y/n didn’t answer, instead she just turned around and went to the kitchen, shaking her head.

“Who says I’m not?”, a lame try but hey, her mind was still pretty confused.

“Y/n”, Natasha warned.

“It’s fine. I didn’t threw it away”.

“But it’s not where it should be… Get up here. Now”, Natasha said to the earpiece and walked fast behind her.

“Oh, come on. Seriously?”, Y/n chuckled.

“What ring?”, America asked.

“The one on her neck, probably.” Strange looked to Y/N cautiously, picking up on things pretty fast.

“Remember when I said I tolerated you? Well, you’re making It kind of hard for me, Strange”, Y/n growled. “Stay right where you are, Cap. I’m okay, thank you very much…” – the voice sounded loud and deep, echoing both on the walks and into everyone’s minds.

“Wait, what?”, America looked around trying to understand who the hell they were talking to.

“Y/n, I swear-“ Romanoff huffed, a hand moving up to the commons on her ear piece. Captain had responded.

“Yeah, no, thank you-“. Y/n denied again, her voice once again echoing in both places. America held the side of the counter, looking slightly nauseous.

“She’s coming to help! Why would you even do that?” Natasha said angrily and Y/n huffed. “We’ve been here before! We know what that kind of power does to you!”

“That kind of power… Is the only way to get what I want. What she deserves”, Y/n growled.

“She – is Wanda Maximoff. She is your wife!”, Natasha exclaimed.

“No, she’s not! You know that… Not in that universe. Or in any other than this one, Nat. I already lost my chance”, the woman opened her arms like she could hug her own miserable fate.

“Stop talking like you’re already dead!”, Natasha exclaimed. Worry clenching her chest and burning her throat. “Your still here, right in front of me! And I will do whatever the hell is necessary to keep it that way! Stop it! – Yeah! We are very fucking calm, Cap. Thank you!”, Nat snapped to her earpiece huffing.

“I’m so confused…”, America whispered.

“don’t puke”, Stephen says.

“She’s with Vision!”, Y/n argued with a humorless laugh.

“Wha- the toaster? Yeah, sure. And I dated Steve”, Natasha countered.

“Excuse me?”, Strange blinked.

“Not you, Stephen. I said Steve”, Romanoff said, looking a bit disgusted by the idea.

Strange looked at himself for a moment. He was having a bad day, somethings were more important. Is my hair messy? In the reflection in the small mirror at the corner, Stephen notice that, in fact, he could be much worse for someone on his position. His cape gave him a little tap on the shoulder, giving him some support.

“It’s true”, America said a bit after and Romanoff looked at her, not believing. “Married. With two kids…”.

“Wait…”, the redhead looked to her best friend and then America. The heavy glow in Y/n’s eyes and the uncomfortable smile of the teenager made her a bit worried. “Are you serious?”.

“Why are you so surprised? I already told you that I only exist in this reality”, Y/N shrugged.

“Bullshit. Your just annoying, and likes to hide from everyone. Like usual”, Natasha explained and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Are you a Sorcerer?”, America asked suddenly. Trying to read the hidden story that they tried to keep a secret off. Both women looked at her confused. “A Ring, like this. You said she is not wearing it”. She pointed to Strange’s hand, showing the powerful and shiny artifact.

“What? No! Of course not!”, Y/n huffed like the question was completely insane.

“What, would that be so bad?”, Stephen asked defensively.

“Honestly? Yeah, it would be very bad considering all that you guys have done with me”, Y/n snapped back.

Natasha huffed too, already fed up with the arguing. A quick move and she got a hold of the chain at the side of her best friend’s neck. Y/n moved just as quickly – way quicker than expected –, and caught her hand firmly.

“Let go”, she ordered.

“No”.

“Natasha”, Y/n warned.

“I promised Wanda I would take care of you. That’s what I’m doing”, Romanoff didn’t back down and the lights in the kitchen flickered.

“Uh… guys?”, America called cautiously when a heavy deep sound started shaking the ground just a bit. Still under control.

It sounded like thunder. The steady and never ending hum of a storm, just starting to bloom in the horizon. But the felling under her feet was very real.

“I’m not joking around. Let… the fucking chain… go. Now”.

“I’m not afraid of you”, Natasha looked her dead in the eye, the silence between her words vibrating in her ears. Warm fingers squeezing her wrist. “You should know that by now. Let my hand go, Y/N. I’m not watching you kill yourself. I gave her my word”.

“And I gave her mine”, she said back, ominously.

Well, shit.

That’s what Natasha thought.

They both stayed put. America looked at the shadows dancing around the room. Hands reaching from the furniture and wallpaper, trying to get a hold of something and break free. The color in y/n eyes darkening, and black swimming in the corners of white.

Natasha reached for the gun slowly, eyes still focused but alerted by the shadow growing around her feet. Strange put his hand up. Yellow strings of magic shining. America closed her fists. Y/n tensed and turned her head a bit, like someone, or something, just whispered in her ear.

Do it… It’s easy, you know it is. We have been here before… do it.

Natasha felt the jolt of adrenaline and fear. She pulled the gun out, already knowing what was going on. Getting into a fight with her best friend were not her plan, and now here they were. If Y/n lost control, they were dead.

A flash of blue, red and white past through the darkness reflecting the almost completely dark room. Metal vibrated in contact with something much harder than a brick wall, catching it perfectly. Resonating a high note in the silence.

It was Y/n’s right hand. Holding the shield like it was nothing. Flames of dark fire sneaking around her fingers and wrist. Natasha pulled as quickly as she could, the chain gave in and the ring stayed in the palm of her hand.

Captain Carter herself walked in the kitchen with a sad, worried smile. The somber atmosphere gave in immediately, felt more right and true. Almost honorable just to be at her presence.

The shadows wavered a bit and Natasha felt the floor finally let go of her combat boots. Peggy came closer, taking Romanoff’s side when she backed away, a heavy step at a time. Her eyes on Y/n, not judging, understanding in an disarming way.

When she stopped, Peggy smiled. And it all came back like a tidal way. The last incident, the last time they spoke… the dread of understanding that it could all became a pattern if they weren’t careful.

Y/n felt hazardous. Flawed… alone, even though Carter was just right there. Within arms reach.

“Peggy… It’s been a while”, Y/n said quietly. Shield in hand, it’s colors looking brighter in the black aura that surrounded.

“Y/n. Still getting yourself in trouble, I see”, Carter smile a bit more this time.

Y/n closed her eyes with a sigh, and her shoulders dropped. Cautiously, the Captain asked for her shield back. Y/n swallowed bitterly. The metal felt wrong in her hand. Unworthy. She realized what was happening just as fast as it began. In a deep breath of air, the room got back it’s colors. No shadows or hands clawing at the walls, her eyes slowly got back to their usual color, and the deafening deep sound was gone.

America realized she was holding her breath, and small white spots danced around her vision when she finally gasped for fresh oxygen. But, she realized, the room smelled like… nothing. Worse then death on a humans body, or self deprecating and numbing loneliness. Just a strong, constant, absolutely impossible to understand – absence of smell that clogged up her nostrils in a quick go and go her nauseating. She oppened her mouth, so she wouldn’t suffocate immediately.

It felt like oxygen had just disappeared. Unable to be in the same room as them. When really, it was just y/n who felt like running away from herself.

“I’m sorry”, Y/n said. And it seemed like someone else entirely, she put a hand up and a little blow of air came by.

There was a little harmony of soft gasps for breath. America understood that she wasn’t the only one.

Peggy smiled softly and squeezed y/n shoulder a bit, getting the heavy shield from her old friend’s hand. Strange and America watched, confused with it all. Y/n looked even more exhausted now, she pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling embarrassed.

“I’m so… so sorry. Nat, I-“.

“It’s okay”, Natasha reached for her hand and, gently, put the ring in her cold, sweaty palm. “We brought you back in time”.

Y/n squeezed the ring a bit. The echo of Wanda’s voice, the way she said ‘I do’ in that altar once, and how the whole world felt more happy and right. The infinity of memories. Y/n loved and hated the ring at the same time. It made everything so real. Every time she looked at it, she’d remember what she’s lost and couldn’t get back.

The four just watched, hypnotized by the raw emotion put on display. Y/n’s lips trembled, and using a small amount of her power, the ring slid to her finger. Red whips of powerful magic grew in the veins under the skin, little runes shined at the sides of the jewelry.

Strange and America stared. Y/n held the tears away, now she was the only one feeling like she couldn’t breath.

“You can’t take it off again, Kid…”, Nat says in the most softest of ways.

“I know…” Y/n answered sadly, “I won’t… I-I just…”, a breath of air seemed to do nothing more than to drown her even further. “I miss them so much”.

“We know”, Peggy leaned down and kissed the side of her head like she used to do.

It got quiet after that. Stephen wanted to ask. He’s eyes followed the woman around the kitchen counter and to the living room until the bedroom door closed in the end of the hall. Immediately, he spun around looking almost shocked. America had her mouth hung open, pointing to the two women behind the counter like she just saw something out of this – every – world.

“What just happened?”

“The ring”.

Stephen and America said at the same time. Romanoff turned around and got herself a glass of water. Peggy put the shield on her back and leaned in the counter. “She needs some time”, was the answer to America. “And, yes, the ring… It’s for safety. Wanda helped create it with our Strange, and a few other people”.

“A few other… Okay, what is happening here? Who is she?”, Strange said, a bit impatient.

“Who is she?”, Natasha turned around holding the glass half empty.

“Yes”, Strange huffed when they both looked at each other. “They needed Wanda, the Scarlet Witch, Me - the Sorcerer Supreme, and a bunch of other sorcerers to do one single spell to one single person”.

“Pretty much, yeah”, Natasha confirmed.

“Yep, your spot on”. Peggy nodded.

“Why?”, Strange pressed on. “The most powerful being in the universe should be enough to perform one single spell”.

“Woah, hang on a second. Back up, mate”, Peggy said quickly. “You think the Scarlet Witch is the most powerful being in the universe? …Wanda?”.

“Obviously”, he countered and looked at the two friends when all that he got was silence. “Well, not anymore apparently. I don’t”.

“She’s not?”, America questioned and Natasha responded by taking a big uncomfortable sip. “Then who is?”.

“Well…”, Peggy smiled nervously. “You see… we’ll have to take you to a stroll at our Strange's library”.

“Sanctum”, Natasha said and looked down a bit. Letting her know that they had a much quicker way of explaining things.

“Museum. Whatever. It’s the same thing”, Peggy rolled her eyes, her British accent showing a bit more.

There was a heavy silence in the air. America sighted and looked at Strange, waiting for an answer. Peggy didn’t exactly trusted both of them, but a feeling at the pit of her stomach said it was the right thing to do. She felt the same when meeting Y/N for the first time, it was enough to at least consider.

With a look to the duo once more, and another to Natasha, she decided it was for the best.

“Well, yeah. Now I need to know what the hell even is this universe!”, Stephen pressed on.

“Okay, yeah. Me too”, America crossed her arms. She’s been jumping around universes since always, how could she not know about this?

“We’ll answer your questions the best way we can for now, and we’ll give Y/n some time to… try to figure out a way to convince the Illuminati to not kill us all, as soon as we arrive at the base at least”, Natasha sighted and turned around again.

“Richards will be a pain in the ass”, Peggy huffed and stared at her watch, touching the scream a bunch of times. “Nat, can you do it? I’m awful at this thing”.

“Already on it”, the widow turned around with her phone in hand. A small rectangular device that looked entirely made of glass with metal edges.

She put the phone on top of the kitchen counter, and sighted. A hologram was project, showing up a big file with hundreds of pages. America and Stephen got extremely focused the moment they read de “TOP SECRET” words in screaming-red up above.

Natasha decided not to say a word in the beginning. Let themselves read and absorb the basics of the history. It took a while, a few minutes of silence mumbling. Peggy and Natasha stepped back, enjoying a cup of coffee and tea while they wait.

And the whole time they did, there was not a single noise from the bedroom. Peggy said to the Illuminati that they where negotiating a peaceful truce, and she was surprised they actually bought it.

Natasha got bored not much later, and came closer to the hologram. Peggy decided to not address the obvious frown in the Black Widow’s face. Natasha cared for Y/n, just as much as Peggy did, but the Russian had been around in the worse episodes to help. Something that Peggy herself couldn’t say the same…

She’d forever blame herself for it.

“Umbrakinesis. Hmm, a very particular ability”. Stephen said, eyes locked to the pages of the document. The picture in the front page showed a face that should be much more younger than the woman who owns the apartment today. But, instead, it was exactly the same.

“She’s a Level five?”, America questioned, head tilted to the side. Reading the mess of stamps in dark, old red. DANGEROUS and VIOLENT all over the page. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That her powers are… Strong. Very strong”, Stephen sighted.

“They are more then that. Tell me. Do you know some universe, where there’s no shadow? Even if it’s a small one?”, Natasha crossed her arm’s while asking.

“Wait, she can control shadows?”, America finally seemed to understand the situation.

“Not just control. It’s like… Like they grow inside her”.

“Darkness. Not just shadows. There’s no need to exist light, she’ll make the place more dense than peach dark. It’s concrete, dark matter. Sometimes it burns, sometimes it speaks or whispers… We don’t know for sure, it’s … It’s dark”, Peggy seemed nervous just thinking about it. “Professor tried studying it with Richards. Didn’t go as planned”.

“What happened?”, Stephen asked curiously.

“The lab got swallowed in it, denser mist I’ve ever seen. It was quick, a blink of an eye, and the three of them where gone. For two full days it stayed there. Just waiting…” Stephen absorbed all the information he could, the story, the fear in Peggy’s voice and tension in Natasha’s shoulders. “It was undulating, and moving like water in slow motion. It seemed like a blanket, or something like that. Like the thing itself was asleep, and when we tried to get in, it would shrink to the size of a lightbulb, floating in the corner of the room”.

“And the whole room had no vibrating colors”, Natasha completed. “All was black and white, with no life. Faded”.

“Yeah, we… We saw something like it”, America said and shifted nervously when Natasha stared her way, somewhat surprised.

“What?”.

“Oh, when we found her? Her house? The whole place was just like that. No colors. Faded black and white”, she explained cautious.

“Is that so…”, Peggy looked to Natasha. “That’s… Interesting. How long ago was that again?”

“Uh… Just now”, the teenager pointed back. “Like, three or four hours”.

“What? We’ve seen something that shouldn’t have happened?”, Stephen guessed.

“Not exactly, no. It’s just that when they came back, Richard and Xavier… We knew something was inside that thing”.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” Peggy inhaled, trying to get rid of the tension in her body. “ They both came back shaking… Like, Richards, God, he cried like a baby. The fear in his eyes… When the whole thing disappeared, he just fell to the ground like a puppet without it’s strings, and didn’t move. Blank stare for hours and hours. It was disturbing”.

“Read is intelligent, and brave. His not the kind of guy that would crumble like that just for anything”, Natasha explained.

“Yeah! He’s kinda of an ass sometimes, but he never runs from a fight. When he seemed to wake up from his thoughts, he just… screamed”.

America looked behind her shoulder, fearing that Y/n was there. Just listening. Even the way Peggy was acting made it seemed like it was forbidden. Something that should not be said out loud.

“Some weeks later, Richards made the file”.

“Weeks?”, Stephen asked and she nodded. “And the other one? What about him?”.

“Xavier came back injured”, she sighed and Stephen regretted asking. “He had this biting mark in his back. Not as bad as it should be”.

“Huh?” America said, confused.

“They stayed there for two days. If something attacked him… The bite shouldn’t be as heald as it looked. It was far more advanced. Almost closing actually”.

“You think they didn’t stayed there for just two days?”, America questioned.

“Yeah”, Peggy agreed. “Yeah, that’s exactly what we think. He’s chair was nothing but scraps of metal. Huge scratches and burning marks. The little of the tires that came back, had some strange kind of burned dirt in the base, that smelled disgusting”.

“Dirt? There was no dirt where we went, was just some strange watery… Nothingness”, America tried to describe.

“They both came back pale and temporarily blind”, Natasha completed with a serious and controlled voice. “You guys didn’t go blind as well, did you?”

“Nope”, Stephen responded and America shook her head. “We got dragged somewhere else, I guess. No dirt, no blindness or… Creatures”.

“Lucky you”, Peggy sighted. “I don’t know what she showed them, but… She did warned both that they should not keep going. For their own sake”.

“You think she made it on purpose?”, Stephen questioned suspiciously.

“No. I just think”-

“She couldn’t control it just as much at the time. Now she has the ring, and some more years of training”. Romanoff was quick to defend her best friend, looking sad just by having too. Stephen noticed that he wasn’t the only one who assumed that.

“She came back last. A few weeks after them. Reeking of sulfur and burning the floor with her steps.”, Peggy continued and looked to Natasha and back to the duo. “But mostly... unharmed”.

“That’s interesting”, Stephen thought out loud and America shot him a glare. “What! It is!”.

“Yeah, of course it is”, Natasha huffed and Peggy rested a hand on her shoulder, helping her to focus on the story. Not the obvious judgement.

“That day, we knew what to call her. It was…”, Peggy hesitated a bit, “it was written in cuts in her back…”.

“Penumbra”, America read in the file.

Stephen let the name sink in, eyes scanning the file once more. The details of the experience were describing something out of every world he could imagine. Read Richards had left a page wrote by hand. Shaky letters depiction dark monstrous creatures and big landscapes adorned with dead trees, a rotten smell and a feeling of uneasiness. Death on all corners, under small burned rocks and rotting soil.

His heart sank to the stomach. Eyes wide looking up immediately.

“Hmm, seen something like that, haven’t you”, Peggy laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I knew you would recognize it”.

“Wanda’s farm”, America caught up. “…So, her powers… They’re the same as the Darkhold”.

“Did she took them from it? Absorbed?”.

“No, Stephen”, Natasha shook her head. “The Darkhold took it’s power’s from her… She’s the source”.

Stephen felt the tense jolt of energy in his body. Heart racing, mouth going dry and a intense shiver creeping up his back. Now he could understand the sensation, it was the power, pouring out of her.

“I’m sorry, what?”, America swallowed tickly.

“Yes, kid. You heard it right”, Peggy sighted.

“No! But that’s impossible. How the hell could that be? Like, isn’t the Darkhold extremely old or something?! She can’t be alive for that long!”.

“A deviant”, Stephen sighted and closed his eyes. “A mistake in the fabric of reality. That’s what she told us! That’s because she’s not from- Oh shit”.

“What? Why ‘oh shit’…”, America said quickly.

“She’s the Empress of the Damned”, Strange came to conclusion.

He looked around, waiting to someone to say he is wrong, maybe having a concussion. But Natasha and Peggy nodded, and he sighted. Already exhausted.

“Damned being the… Souls of people? Or, like, a more metaphorical kind of thing”, America laughed bitterly – panicky. But she only got silence. “Hello?”.

“We’re fucked”. Stephen summered up.

“Hey, not in front of the kid. Language!”, Peggy pointed.

“Oh, really?”, America huffed.

“Yeah, Peggy. I think the kid had it worse”. Natasha smirked.

“Yes, I’ve had. Like, just for example, obviously…”, she laughed again and then got very serious, “… the woman who’s been walking with us this entire time being something like the Devil! Like literally? I mean, I’m not religious or anything, but that doesn’t mean I want to be besties with the ‘hell dude’. Like, c’mon! What the hell are we supposed to do now?!”.

“What? Nothing”, Natasha responded and America stared quickly. “Look, kid. I know, not exactly what you were expecting. I’ve been there. But there’s nothing to be done, that’s just who she is. Not something to be fixed”.

America sighted.

“That’s not what I meant”, she sounded more apologetic but still very anxious. “It’s just… She’s… Very powerful”.

“Yes. So, let’s just remember that her target is Wanda, not us”, Natasha tried to appease. “Not saying that that’s good – stop with the judging eyes Peggy –, just something to keep in mind while we figure out a way to stop her".

“And we will do that”, Captain Carter was sure of it.

America didn’t know how to feel about it all. Having Y/n around was scary, for sure, but it had became something more now. They didn’t have a concrete plan, the strange woman only said to leave Wanda for her to deal and move on. But having the Scarlet Witch and the Empress of the Damned fight, seemed pretty much like a Apocalypse – end of world kind of battle.

“This isn’t right, is it?”, she murmured to Natasha and a flash of sympathy became visible. Just enough for her to understand that Natasha was trying to figure out things too. A way to no one would die at the end of the day.

“How do you know so much?”, Stephen asked, breaking the heavy silence. “You two are obviously close. Old friends?”.

Natasha uncrossed her arms, reaching for the hologram a bit closely. She looked through it, a distant look in her eyes and heavy sigh escaping naturally red lips.

“I was on a mission the day we met. It was my second month infiltrated in one of Hidra’s biggest facilities and… She’s been there for a while”, she stopped with a little sad smile. “… Decades kinda while”.

“Decades as a prisoner?”, America said. Eyes going wide. “ How Hidra managed that?”

“They’ve got help. Hidra have a bunch of very weird weapons at their disposal, but not a single one could hold her down alone. Hell, not all of them together, they needed some backup”, Peggy was the one to smirk now, seeming a bit proud.

“Don’t bother looking in the files, there’s no name or description”, Natasha said, somewhat disappointed. “I read the whole thing more than once, not even a name, Hydra just says whoever helped them was a common ally. So, yeah. The Backup didn’t like y/n either”.

“Any chance their still around?”, America peaked in the files a bit.

“We should be ready for them. I don’t want to let any blind spots”. Stephen ignored the way America almost messed up the whole file with just one single gesture. Trying to zoom in.

“If they hold her back from scapping, there’s no way she could fight them alone. And I don’t think we could help”, Stephen commented. “Let’s hope their dead”.

“Great”, America nodded again. “How old is y/n anyways? Maybe we can start discovering who is by that”.

“By her age?”, Stephen question with little hope.

“You have a better idea?”, she questioned back.

Stephen rolled his eyes and looked to the women, expecting a answer.

“Y/n is very old. Like, older them me and Thor kinda old. She’s very very old”, Peggy didn’t have a exact number, but she could try to help at least.

“Older then Thor. The God of Thunder”, America swallowed.

“Not much, considering all of the entities and powerful beings out there”, Stephen didn’t seemed to impressed about it. “She’s a deviant, source of the power that forged the Darkhold, so… Yeah, she needs to be very old. Why don’t we ask her?”.

“Page thirty three, second paragraph”.

Stephen and America came back to the file, turning pages quickly until the small number appeared at the base of the document.

For keeping of safeness in the laboratory and surroundings of the facility, it was decided by unanimous voting that the subject should be erased of it’s memory. With the help of Backup, there will be no need of surgery or sedation.

During the procedure, please follow the instructions below:

- All the responses to pain, must be monitored and filed as already informed in page 03.

- Keep the cage closed during the experiment.

- All the lights in the environment must stay on, and second team of action in place. For safe keeping of the facility in case of further emergencies.

Kept in register for further notice:

After voting, the proposition was taken to higher ranking officials and accepted immediately. Seemly, for justice of the death of four highly qualified soldiers and the whole first Science Division on latest experiment of subject (Page 10 to 26), the lost of vast knowledge of unknown value is not to be taken account.

Luckily, Backup has agreed to share all the information gathered on the subject, and offered further assistance, if necessary, to maintenance of the experiment.

Let it be known, that I, yes, voted In favor of the experiment. But not by choice, only for the safety of my family.

In total, there where a hundred and twenty seven pages that discussed safety protocols before the actual description of any experiment.

“She killed a whole team of scientists and four soldiers. They took a vote and this Backup person… erased her memories. So now”-

“We have no idea what were dealing with”. Peggy completely.

“Yeah, great”, America sighted.

“Just awesome”, Stephen huffed. “Well I could always search in her mind”.

“Yeah, but do you want to?”, Peggy pointed and he only huffed again. “Professor and Richards tried, and they only came back with a single vision. Both scared to death. I don’t think it’s a good idea”.

“So, we don’t have a plan. Or any idea of who is Backup person. We only know that they’re very powerful, and don’t like Y/n”.

“Yes”, Natasha answered the scared teenager.

“Just like Wanda, aka the Scarlet Witch, don’t like her too”.

“Right again”, Peggy agreed.

“So, actually, we have to worry about two incredible powerful beings coming after us”.

“Yeah, but maybe Wanda knows who is and don’t like them too. I mean, she can see the memories of our Wanda in this universe. And Y/n told her wife, for sure. There wasn’t one thing in this world that the two didn’t know about one another”, Peggy comments.

“But Wanda wants me dead”, America remembered.

“And we can’t trust a single word she says. Wanda lied right to my face about America”, Stephen scratched his head.

“Will have to hope that Backup is dead, retired – very far away – not a possibility – won’t come around again – dead”, Natasha crossed her arms. “And, if they really do try and get y/n, will have to live through it first, and then… think of getting our own backup”.

“The Scarlet Witch”, America said, still unsure.

“Yes. If it comes to it”.

“If we survive”, Stephen agreed.

Silence.

“I hate this plan”, Peggy huffed. “But it’ll have to do. But, there’s a thing, It stays only between us. I’ll tell y/n later if needed too”.

“Yes, if asked, we were talking a way to a diplomatic decision”, Natasha said and America laughed a bit. “See? The kid gets it”.

“Yeah, yeah, we can be dramatic. Whatever”, Peggy brushed it off. “We still get the job done”.

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Morning. Too early. The sun, golden and warm, hitting the curtains, and the gentle breeze touching the skin of Y/n. Slowly waking up.

She blinked, looking to the green picture of the forest beyond the open window. The wild blowing leaves, the waving of branches and chirping of birds. She could still see the moon, pale and almost gone from the sky. It was so early in the morning, above only baby blue adorned with little white clouds.

It was peaceful, and very beautiful. But what really made y/n smile, was the sound of crackers. And the vigorous chewing. Y/n left out a sigh that easy turned into a chuckle when she moved around.

Wanda was half sitting, with a mess of pillows behind her back. Her red hair left loose in wild waves, a small jar of crackers open and resting atop of her huge pregnant belly. A few crumbs could be seen here and there.

Y/n didn’t mind, she knew Wanda would clean it up as soon as she’d be done eating. Too worried with keeping everything perfect, as if the babies would care about something more than getting fed or sleeping when they finally arrived.

And the doctor had said that a little snack right in the morning would help with the sickness that still would torment her from time to time.

“Morning, Love”, Y/n smiled adoringly.

Wanda stopped mid bite. She looked to the side, swallowed what she had in her mouth and smiled. Big and wide. That smile was the same one since always, and would always warm Y/n’s heart to know that it was just for her.

“Hey, baby. Good morning”, Wanda popped the cracker in her mouth and reached to put the jar in the bedside table. She cleaned up the crumbs quite quickly, already having some practice with it. And turned around again.

Y/n sit up a bit, and smiled right after the little kiss of good morning. Wanda was always a bit more needy in the early hours of the day, and that one wasn’t different. She came closer, getting herself sited at her wife’s side and enjoying the cozy warmth of her body and blankets. Y/n arm snaked around her, and with ease reached to touch the big belly.

Wanda watched, the small sliding of slim fingers atop her white shirt.

“Morning, little ones”, Y/n said.

And, like always, there was a kick to the side of her belly. Wanda smiled big and rested her hand above her wife’s.

“You love that, don’t you?, Wanda teased. “Every morning, the same silly smile appears on your face”.

“Oh, yeah. I love it, it’s amazing that they always react to it”, Y/n laughed and kissed her head.

Wanda sighted, satisfied with the peace that lingered in the air. The golden light of the day painting the whole room with so much life and the beauty outside, it captivated her for hours. She was excited for the day, like always, but that morning she wanted to stay in bed a bit more.

So she did. Moving around a bit to sit in between her wife’s legs and let herself sink in the warm embrace. Both of them just letting everything sink in.

It wouldn’t be long before the twins were born. Wanda was scared and excited at the same time, but she was sure that if she had Y/n by her side, everything would be just fine.

“Hey, Babe?”, the redhead murmured.

“Yeah?”, Y/n answer in a whisper to her ear.

“I love you”, she said in the most delicate and sweet way.

Y/n smiled softly and whispered right back to her a bit later, “I love you too”.

Wanda floated in the air, with legs crossed and open red eyes. In front of her, the whole thing passed by just like a movie. The emotion of the moment, even if it was simple, hit her like a knife to the heart. She slowly came down, blinking her eyes a bunch of times.

Wong watched from the corner he was being kept in. Wanda was terrible to him every single moment, seaming like she couldn’t feel emotion at all. But at that moment, the way she floated back down and staying at floor. Tears in her eyes that’s she obviously was trying to keep in.

Wong felt pity. Even if he shouldn’t have, that moment Wanda wasn’t at all that monster, or demon. She seemed… lonely.

The Scarlet Witch sniffed a bit and got up, quickly turning around to walk away and dry the tears that scaped her control. The room got dark again, Wong had no idea where he was, but it was cold.

She brought him to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Mountains, plains of green grass and river nearby. The wind blew cold there, stinging uncovered skin and threatening a frostbite. Wong shivered every second since he arrived, the temperature of the backroom he was kept was unsettling. He would shift and shift, it was impossible to be comfortable.

He wasn’t even chained, but with no ring there was nowhere to be. Wanda was he’s only way back, and only chance of survival. So he’d huddle close to the small fire and hear the whistle of a tea pot.

It was awful, with broken bones and no treatment, but at least he wouldn’t die.

Outside, Wanda could swear she would.

Stomping feet in the grass, tears that kept falling down, a heavy violent beating heart that faded every other sound around and a tightening throat. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t talk – not that someone would listen to her. She had nothing, completely alone.

Her knees gave in, she ended up falling in a small patch of dirt by the riverside. The water kept passing by the stones, the winter blowing cold against her cheeks. She sobbed and sobbed. Wishing someone was there to help her through this. The panic attacks had been worse and worse every time now. Dark magic had a price to the mind, and a much more heavy burden in the solitary ones.

Suddenly, a figure kneeled by her feet. A hand reached out and waited for permission. It wasn’t Wong’s. Much slimmer and long fingers, with pale delicate skin. She knew that hand, Wanda was sure she even knew the pattern of lines drawn in the palm. But, at the same time, she had never gotten to meet them.

It was a lie. A trick made by her own, solitary mind, and aching heart. She knew that, but the moment was intense and the bitterness got a hold of her. She didn’t wanted to be alone again. Crying as loud as she could anywhere and having no one to listen to – to care. It was painful.

She reached her hand, slowly. Feeling the warmth of the skin, the way her fingers seemed to know the right way around the lines. Familiar with the curves in the way up, and making her remember things that weren’t hers to remember. Like just how much their hands would fit perfectly. Like she would always feel whole and cared for when touched like that.

Safe. She would feel safe.

That was all that Wanda always needed. She got lost in the feelings quickly. Even the dark magic marks in the tip of her fingers started to lose color, and became a bit less dark.

And the world got calmer. Her thoughts made sense.

Wanda looked up, and Y/n was there. Looking concerned, but ready to help. Like she knew exactly what she’d supposed to do, because it wasn’t the first time. Y/n didn’t even looked impatient or judgmental, Wanda could only see a feeling that she would’ve seen only a long time ago. When people didn’t hate her for trying to have the only thing that she could still recover.

Love.

Y/n looked at her with so much love.

“Look at me, Wanda. Just breathe, okay? You can do it. Focus on my voice, and breathe with me”, the ghost guide her hand to her own chest. Wanda could swear she could feel it. The fabric of her clothes, and the steady heartbeat. “That’s it, Love. Just like that. Come on… In and out… In… And out”.

Wanda was too scared to make the illusion go away, she needed something to ground herself back to reality. And using the memory of another version of herself wasn’t the best idea, but, strangely enough, it was working. Wonderfully even. She could feel the fear go away, the wind blowing cold in her face, and hard floor hurting her knees. Stones, dirt, leaves and branches digging up her skin.

The sound of a steady breath with a running river and singing birds. Wanda got back to herself in record time, without the voices and whispers that would torment her for a few hours later. No crying of her boys, screaming in agony for help. No feeling of complete abandon.

And no one was there to witness, just her. But, this time… it wasn’t. Not completely.

“You’re safe”, Y/n said and when Wanda shook her head, she nodded. “Yes, you are. Your safe. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m right here”.

Wanda squeezed her eyes tight. Now, that was too much. The bitterness of solitude and the self-pity of accepting the help of a ghost came back like a train wreck. That’s the wife of another Wanda, not herself. What the hell was she doing? She tried and regain control.

And that’s when she felt the hug. Warm arms, embracing her. The touch was light, and cautious. Wanda had the choice to leave, all she needed to do was say a word or stand, even pushing the ghost away was an option.

They why didn’t she?

Why she accepted it, the safeness…?

Why? ...Why can’t I push it away?

Somewhere else, Y/n came out of the room stumbling. Obviously confused and nervous. The door slammed against the wall, Natasha jumped right to action and took a hold of her shoulder. Grounding her best friend with her touch.

“What? What is it?”, she asked and frowned when Y/n got back inside. Paising.

Peggy was inside the bedroom just as fast, shield at hand and eyes scanning around. In search of danger. Strange peeked around and America too, both uneasy with the situation.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair, eyes watering. She pointed to the corner of the room and breathed heavy.

“She… she was right there”, the woman let out. Shaking from head to toe, she even had a couple of tears rolling down.

“What? Who?”.

“Wanda”, Peggy looked at her worriedly. “Not the sicko Scarlet Witch. Wanda, my Wanda… She… She was right there”, her voice trembled. Her whole body got heavier and the grief was so real that she felt like dying then and there.

Stephen and America looked at one another, deciding to not make any comments. They let the ‘it wasn’t real’ and ‘maybe just a memory’ to Romanoff and Carter. The three knew each other long enough for that.

But Y/n couldn’t believe it. She swears on her life that it was her Wanda that need help. That she had finally touched her wife and heard her voice, just right there. At the corner.

And Wanda, the one alive, came back to the cabin, swearing to herself that no one would know a single thing about what just happened. She wouldn’t let anyone know that she accidentally reached and found comfort on the woman that loved her alternative self. She just went straight to Wong, blasting the door open and grabbing him by the arm.

“I’m done waiting” she growled with a hurting ego. “It’s my turn to make a move”.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

On the Edge of Innocence

Corrupted!Wanda Maximoff x innocent!fem!reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, power impalance, edge play, memory alteration, manipulation, gaslighting, Mommy kink, magic-induced immobilization, magic used like a drug

Authors notes: Sorry it's a little late everyone!

The atmosphere between you and Wanda had been easygoing from the start. After Natasha introduced you to her at the coffee shop, you felt an instant connection, unaware of the storm brewing beneath Wanda’s calm surface.

She found you refreshing—a break from the usual chaos that surrounded her. You had a certain innocence that drew her in, a softness that made her feel powerful in ways she couldn’t resist. It didn’t take long for Wanda to learn just how easy it was to make you blush, to see that flash of bashfulness in your gaze when she gave a playful tease or brushed her hand against yours.

But that innocence awakened something else in her. Darker desires stirred as she realized how little you understood the effect you had on her. And she had power. Her magic allowed her to erase the memories of those moments where she’d let that hunger slip, when she’d let her hands wander or leaned close enough to breathe in the sweetness of your innocence.

Each time, Wanda would reset you, erasing the moments when her magic had coaxed you to the edge, leaving only traces of warmth and longing you didn’t understand. You thought it was natural—the flutter of nerves whenever she looked at you too long, the way her fingers lingered when she brushed them along your arm. And, each time, she’d bring you right back to the start.

Only Wanda knew how many times she’d used her powers to draw you in, to unravel that innocence bit by bit, savoring every innocent smile and lingering gaze. And she’d keep it that way—your best friend, the only one you really trusted, the one who held every secret, every forgotten moment, in the palm of her hand.

It was a quiet evening, with only the sound of the espresso machine humming in the background. You were about to close up when Wanda walked in, her eyes glinting in a way that made your stomach twist—part nervousness, part thrill. She smiled as she stepped closer, her presence warm and intoxicating.

"Hey, thought I'd keep you company while you close up," she said smoothly, her voice low, a little too soft. You nodded, always grateful for her company, though the way she looked at you sometimes made you shy.

As you went about cleaning, you could feel her eyes on you, watching closely, like she was studying every move. You turned to face her, your cheeks pinking as you noticed how close she was.

"Wanda… do you, um, want some coffee?" you offered, trying to steady yourself.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile, and she shook her head. "Not coffee," she murmured, her hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I was thinking something a bit sweeter." Her fingers trailed slowly down the side of your face, grazing your jaw, making your breath hitch.

There it was again—that feeling, warm and heady, making you forget the world outside of Wanda’s gaze. You wanted to pull away, the intensity overwhelming, yet you couldn’t move, held by the softness of her touch and the way her voice wove around you.

“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” she teased, her fingers now tracing lightly over your collarbone. “All that blushing… like you’ve never been touched before.”

Her words sent a flush through you, and you dropped your gaze, feeling both flattered and utterly vulnerable. You never understood why her words hit so deeply, why they made you feel both embarrassed and needy in a way you’d never experienced before.

Unseen to you, Wanda's eyes glowed faintly as she reached into your mind, blurring your memories, pushing a wave of calm over you to cloud any hesitations. The moment she was ready, she murmured, "You can trust me, right?"

You nodded, unable to resist the soft spell of her voice. "Of course, Wanda."

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin as her fingers grazed along your waist, her magic keeping you still. Each touch was electric, sending a shiver through you, but her hold kept your thoughts fuzzy, soft. Her mouth was so close to yours, just barely hovering over your lips, leaving you gasping for air and yet unable to move.

“Just let go for me,” she whispered, and her magic pulsed in time with her words, melting away any remnants of resistance. She guided you, leaning you back against the counter as her hands settled firmly on your hips, her eyes dark with desire.

For a fleeting moment, you felt something shift, something that told you this was more than it seemed, that there was a different intent behind Wanda’s warmth. But before the thought could form fully, Wanda’s magic washed over you again, taking away your doubts and leaving only her touch, her scent, and her quiet commands.

A wave of her hand and you look down when you feel something hit your thigh. A red strap with her magic swirling around it. 

“W-Wands…I–” you start, but she cuts you off.

“Shhhh just be Mommy's good girl like always and take it.” She says and you don't have a chance to respond as your words turn into choked moans. She's pushed herself fully inside of you and started pistoning her hips. 

“Fuck Y/N you're always so tight for me. You always feel so fucking good.” Wanda growls by your ear as you cling to her moaning. 

You don't know what she's talking about when she says ‘always’. This is your first time. Maybe she's fantasized about this? Yeah that has to be it. 

You feel yourself building up fast, you've never experienced pleasure like this, but just as you're teetering on the edge she stops and pulls out. A whine escapes your lips as you try to pull her back to you. 

“Oh no moya dorogaya. You aren't allowed to cum just yet. Mommy is going to savor you like she always does. We aren't over until I say we are and when I'm finally finished you won't remember a thing.” Wanda whispers by your ear, sending a chill through you. 

Tomorrow, like she'd said, you’d remember none of this—the press of her body, the whispered promises, the way her hands had claimed you. You’d remember only the warmth you felt, the lingering shyness, and how, in Wanda’s presence, you always felt so safe, so completely hers.

[imaginedanvrs]

caught in a snare

masterlist

dark!wandanat x reader

word count: 4k

warnings: alcohol consumption, intoxication, mind reading, degrading, forced entry, mind control, bondage, non-con turned dub-con, oral (r giving), gun play, knife play, choking, threats of violence, inflicted violence, fingering (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), double penetration, anal

You were blissfully unaware of the forest green eyes that followed your every drunken move as you danced with your friends. If you were sober, maybe you would have caught on to the feeling of being watched by the redhead whose gaze was laid thick on you while you seemed oblivious to the world around you.

  ��Come on,” a brunette said to your observer as she returned to the bar. “This place is a dump and I'm not feeling it tonight,” she continued with disdain, her accent peaking through so briefly it would have been missed by anyone in the club listening in. “Nat,” she huffed when she noticed her girlfriend wasn't listening, too focused on the mass of bodies dancing in the barely lit room.

  “Remember when you gave me shit for not getting you an anniversary present?” The redhead asked as she stared at the peak of skin between your jeans and shirt.

  The brunette didn't answer, instead following Natasha’s gaze and swiftly finding the object of her attention. She hummed in acknowledgement, instantly becoming just as curious by you as they watched you blatantly ignore a stranger's advances so that you wouldn't miss a second of the song that was making the walls vibrate.

  “The two in dresses are going to go to the toilets to fuck and the other one’s going to dance with the guy with the snake tattoo,” Natasha assessed.

  “Well I'm sure she won't want to stay any longer by then,” Wanda mused as she took in your giddy smile.

  As if on queue, one of your friends took the other by the hand with haste and dragged her through the club without a word to you. Meanwhile, your other friend began guiding her pursuer's hands to her hips, becoming quickly immersed in his touch. A few moments passed without you noticing your friends' engagements and Natasha tutted. Once it clicked, you looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

  You scanned the room as you stopped moving, wondering where best to situate yourself as you got your bearings and felt all the alcohol you had consumed that night hit you at once. You were clearly disorientated as you stumbled through the crowd.

  “Reckless thing, who knows who would snatch her up if we weren't here,” Natasha chided.

  “Come on, маленький, come to us,” Wanda encouraged. You couldn't hear them several metres away, nor did Wanda use her telepathic aid, yet it was the bar you found yourself clinging to a minute later.

  “Water please,” you asked the bartender, your speech slightly slurred. The pair advanced.

  “You alright, honey?” Wanda enquired with a concerned smile. It was exactly what you needed to see at that moment.

  “Yeah,” you replied, entirely unconvincing as you smiled anxiously at the pair.

  “You look ready to go home,” Wanda continued.

  “My friends are here,” you informed quickly. The older woman was right, you did want to go, but you needed to wait for them.

  “But they're not here,” Natasha noted. You bit your lip as you searched the crowd for them, missing the glass of water placed in front of you. It vanished a second later.

  “Let us help get you home, sweetie, it's not safe to be out on your own,” Wanda said. It was hard to deny her and perhaps if the pair weren't wearing their widow veils and you knew they were Avengers, you wouldn't have objected.

  “I'm not on my own,” you insisted even though your friends were nowhere to be found. “Thank you but-” Wanda didn't have the patience to spend anymore time convincing you. It wasn't conversation the pair wanted from you. 

  “We're taking you home,” she stated, eyes flashing red so briefly that you passed it off as the strobe lights. Just like that, everything seemed to fall into place and a stress free, though still intoxicated, beam appeared on your lips 

  “Thank you,” you said sincerely. 

  “You're something else,” Natasha muttered to her partner as she got up to lead the way. Wanda placed a gentle yet assertive hand on your waist and guided you to follow Natasha while she followed behind, her hand becoming firmer the more bodies you had to get through.

  The fresh air that soon hit you did nothing to sober you up and only made you more disorientated, so much so that you were oblivious to the fact you three had left through a previously locked fire exit. You leaned back on Wanda when the alleyway you found yourself in started to spin. 

  “Woah,” you muttered. The two women shared a look as they helped you into their car. You didn't know you were in a flashy stingray, but when Natasha turned the car on you noticed the expensive interior and began to panic that you would throw up in it.

  “Are you getting her address or shall I?” The brunette besides you asked. You frowned.

  “It's twenty-”

  “Shh,” Wanda assured, suddenly guiding your head into her lap. You were about to protest until you were struck with a sudden sense of peace, oblivious to the red whispered that danced around your head. You gave a contented sigh and simultaneously felt your drunken haze being lifted.

  “I don't know your names,” you spoke out without alarm.

  “I'm Wanda and that's Nat,” Wanda said sweetly. You really liked her.

  “Like the Avengers?” You asked in awe and almost missed Nat's chuckle. “That's cool,” you muttered. The pair glanced at each other in the mirror with knowing smirks. “I'm y/n.”

  “Pretty name,” Wanda commented as she tucked the hair behind your ear. “Pretty face,” she added. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the attention and squirmed under her gaze. Wanda returned her firm hand to your hip and you stilled.

  Pretty anniversary present, Natasha input.

  Belated anniversary present, Wanda corrected.

  Tell me she's not worth it.

  Depends how well she takes the red one, Wanda mused. She felt Natasha's excitement at the concept but kept quiet to not distract from the Friday night streets.

  Once they pulled up by your apartment, Wanda prompted for you to sit up and you thankfully did so without a wave of nausea hitting you. You weren't expecting the pair to follow you inside but simply put it down to two women helping another out, even if you were considerably less drunk than when they found you.

  “Lifts broken and I'm on the third floor. You don't have to follow me up,” you informed the pair as you almost tripped on a step. Wanda gave you a look that told you they weren't going so you led the way, unaware of the eyes that flickered to your ass.

  It was only once you were turning the keys in the lock and thanking the pair that your sense of caution returned. You, somehow, weren't drunk anymore and yet these women you didn't know were still lingering outside of your apartment. 

  “Really, I'd hate to keep you from continuing your night,” you said as you stood in the open doorway that you wanted closed.

  “It's barely begun,” Wanda mumbled as she brought her hand to your temple. You made to step away from her touch but your entire body was suddenly trapped in a state of paralysis. “Go to your room and strip,” she whispered, the tenderness she had earlier possessed now gone. Another difference was when your body complied with the order, your mind screamed at you not to. You were overtaken with fear as you made your way through the small apartment and heard the door close as the pair wandered in behind you. 

  “Oh, malysh, you should really take better care of yourself,” Wanda commented in what you now knew to be a condescending tone. You felt your anger brew as you realised she was going through your belongings while you undressed for her.

  “We'll do that for you,” Natasha suddenly spoke right behind you. She undid your bra and grazed her lips over your shoulder, smirking at the goosebumps that arose. “Be a good toy for her and maybe I'll play nice,” she whispered and you could do nothing to push her away.

  “Oh, Nat, you're scaring the poor thing,” Wanda chuckled as they watched you obediently take your underwear off. The moment they were discarded, you were given a heavy shove that made you lean over the side of your bed while your knees hit the floor with a painful thud. You whimpered at the pain it ignited and heard a pitiful coo from one of the women as your chin was lifted. Your eyes widened at what you took in.

  The two Avengers stood before you, rid of their clothes and masks and instead holding weapons. Wanda’s eyes were glowing red as she stared at you while her magic flowed freely from her fingers. The whisps flickered momentarily as you felt an intense pressure keep you down before it was listed for you to roam freely. Yet you wouldn’t dare, not when you knew what she could do along with the sinister handgun held at the redhead’s side.

  “So you do have some smarts about you,” Wanda said, confirming the rumours that had circulated in the media months ago that she could read minds.

 “”Here’s the deal, приятная вещь, you can behave and do exactly what we say,” the brunette explained as she sat herself at the head of your bed while Natasha grabbed at the back of your neck and hoisted you up to the space between Wanda’s spread legs. “Or we can make you,” she said just as the unforgiving steel of Natasha’s gun pressed into your bare back. “Either way…” she snaked her hand around to the hair at the back of your head and forced you to gaze down at her wet cunt. You wondered at what point in that twisted scene she had become so aroused, and why there was a growing ache between your own legs at the sight. 

  You weren’t blind to the fact that god clearly hadn’t spared them any favours in looks and that you, like many, had been crushing on the female Avengers for some time, but the situation they had put you in wasn’t right, so why did Wanda look so goddamn tempting?

  It was wrong, it was immoral, it was altogether fucked up, but with a sharp tug to your hair, your mouth was on the brunette. The second you tasted her, you didn’t need the threat of repercussions to keep you in place. Your tongue delved between her pussy lips and the moan you heard in response sealed your place in their arrangement and your own fate.

  “Fuck, you always have a good eye for them,” Wanda gasped.

  “Anything for you, моя любовь,” Natasha winked back. “I know she’s your present, but I hope you don’t mind if I just…” You heard the redhead trail off but ignored the distant alarm bells in your mind to instead give all your attention to flicking your tongue across Wanda in an effort to savour and explore her. 

  You were pulled from your lustful trance when you felt a cold blade press against your hip. Your eyes snapped to Wanda in a silent plea only to see her features brighten with excitement.

  “Just don’t go too deep this time,” Wanda chuckled as she watched the scene unfold with anticipation and pulled you in close enough that you could no longer catch her dark eyes.

  At the first cut, you inevitably jumped and scrambled to get away from the glistening blade but you were held in place by one strong hand to your back. Kept still against the already stained bedsheets, you whimpered and cried pitifully as Natasha’s skilled hands littered cuts across you, leaving scarlet streaks in place. 

  “Don’t stop,” Natasha warned with a deeper strike. “I’m barely touching you,” she huffed disapprovingly, pausing to let you recover and continue. You did so tentatively, waiting for the next sting to be inflicted but several minutes passed with the redhead merely tracing your skin with the back of her knife and you soon became fixated on Wanda again. 

  The cuts stung, but so did your scalp every time the brunette tugged and eventually those sensations entwined in the turmoil and were pushed to the background as Wanda’s pulsing clit became centre stage. The muscles of her thighs clamped around your head as her breathy moans and curses filled the room.

  “Such a good fucking mouth she’s got on her,” the brunette spoke and though it wasn’t directed at you, you flushed with pride. 

  Wanda came with an ecstatic cry and you swore that the taste of her cum was worth every cut that had littered across you. You missed Natasha’s approving hum at the sight, too caught up in making sure you didn’t miss a drop of her girlfriend. You swirled your tongue everywhere you could reach until Wanda was pushing you away. You whined. 

  “Greedy thing,” Wanda tutted with amusement, gripping your chin. 

  “I can’t blame her,” Natasha muttered, suddenly leaning over your body to your raised chin where, instead of kissing you, she licked the wetness that had gathered just below your lips. 

  “Let me watch you, Nat,” Wanda said as she watched you shift uncomfortably. “Give me a show.” You frowned, not understanding what the younger Avenger meant but apparently Natasha did. She wrapped her hand around the front of your throat and pulled you back with her until your calves were by your sides and your back was flat against Natasha’s front. 

  “So fragile,” the redhead commented as her hand previously on your neck travelled down gradually. She nipped along your shoulder and neck as she explored your stomach and squeezed your tits. Your breath hitched and you tried to move your neck away from Natasha’s markings but she easily overpowered you. 

  “If you keep squirming like that you might make my finger slip,” Natasha tutted as she tapped her gun against your stomach, her finger ready on the trigger. 

  “Please,” you whimpered as the redhead trailed her gun across you, settling it under your chin. Your throat briefly skimmed it when you swallowed your nerves. 

  “Please what, malysh?” Wanda asked. You looked at her with a plea that got stuck in your mouth the moment you took in how she was touching herself. “Go on,” she encouraged as she rubbed her swollen clit. 

  “She wants to hear you beg,” Natasha whispered to you, her free hand settling between your legs where she found your cunt to be as wet as her partner’s. “Do it,” Natasha ordered with a firm press of her weapon, adamant on seeing her present perform as she was expected to. 

  “Please don’t kill me,” you rushed out. Both women chuckled, seemingly not taking your request seriously in the slightest. 

  “That’s not what you really want to beg for,” Wanda said, teasing her entrance with two fingers. Your own pussy throbbed as Natasha’s digits ghosted over your neglected clit. “Beg her to fuck you,” she said, eyes dangerously dark. 

  “I…I don’t- ah!” You exclaimed as Natasha pressed hard on your clit and rubbed tight circles. “Fuck,” you cursed as you fought against your desires, inevitably loosing when you heard the redhead cock her gun. “Please fuck me,” you whimpered. 

  “I didn’t catch that,” Wanda smirked. 

  “Please fuck me!” You begged as Natasha’s rough fingers were stripped away. 

  “Why?” She mused as she dragged her wet nails down your stomach.

  “Because-” you hissed. “Because I need it, please!” You cried out, unable to distinguish if it was a plea for your life or for your pleasure. 

  “There it is,” Natasha smirked to her partner as she pushed three fingers in without warning. You were wet enough to take them, but the ache of the stretch was still very much present. “Fuck, what a tight slut,” the redhead chuckled as she thrust her fingers into your depths with persistence. You whined at the sting as Natasha scissored her digits against your soft walls, thumbing at your clit as you squirmed. 

  “You’re driving the pretty whore crazy, Natty,” Wanda moaned as she fingered herself steadily at the sight. “Does that feel good, detka?”

  “So good!” You moaned without hesitation, resting your head back on Natasha’s shoulder. She tossed the gun to the side and picked up her knife as she thrust her fingers wildly, bringing the shining blade up to your neck. You could hardly register it. You were so intoxicated with the feeling of the woman behind you filling you up, but the hot sting across your neck was prominent. 

  Your hands pinned between your bodies struggled to free themselves and grab at the knife, no matter how futile, but Natasha’s body didn't budge and your hands remained trapped. Luckily, the redhead didn’t linger too long on your neck and planted small cuts back down your torso. Though at that time, they bothered you far less. 

  “She looks so good like that,” Wanda groaned when you winced amongst the pleasure. “More,” she demanded and suddenly the cuts were deeper. A sob was dragged from your throat and Natasha merely fingered you harder in response. 

  “I can feel you gripping my fingers,” Natasha husked. “Don’t you dare cum before her,” she warned as she placed her knife against your throat again. You whined desperately in protest, unsure if you were going to be able to hold off much longer, especially when the redhead deliberately pressed against the spot that made your world spin. 

  “I can’t…I need- please!” You exclaimed as you struggled, giving Wanda the most pleading look you could manage. 

  “Poor thing,” Wanda mused as she fucked herself knuckle deep, letting you glimpse how soaked she was everytime she pulled them out. “You want me to cum?” She asked with a pout. 

  “Please,” you sobbed. 

  “Please,” Natasha mocked, curling her fingers harder. 

  Wanda came again with a low moan, shuddering against your headboard as she thrust her digits steadily through her orgasm. You thought that you yourself were seconds away from your own relief but the sadistic redhead withdrew her fingers and forced you to continue to watch the pleasure you were deprived of. You almost protested when you saw Wanda’s blissed smile but wisely restricted it to a needy whine. 

  “What’s the matter, love? You wanted to cum too?” Wanda asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

  “Yeah,” you said, voice hoarse.

  “You think you can manage that?” Wanda questioned as her fingertips produced a red glow until a blood red dildo appeared between the Sokovian’s legs securely. Similarly, you felt something obnoxious prod into your back from Natasha. Your eyes widened as you took in the large toy, recognising that you had never taken anything nearly that big before. Most likely hearing your thoughts, Wanda stroked the toy several times, as though giving you a preview of how it was going to stretch.

  “Don’t worry, it’ll help that you’re fucking soaked,” Natasha chuckled. A red glow appeared again though that time Wanda wrapped her magic around your body as she lay on her back and draped you over her with only your ass in the air for Natasha to grab. 

  “Wait,” you stammered when the toy brushed past your clit and teased your hole. Feeling the wide head spread your lips apart, you looked to Wanda to plead for more preparation but you didn’t get the chance because the redhead was forcing you down. 

  The stretch was unforgiving in its pressure and burn, forcing your soft walls apart with every inch it took. It filled you up in its entirety as Wanda guided your open mouth to her nipples where your moans became muffled and your eyes fluttered closed dutifully. 

  “Almost in, you just need your slutty holes filled by us, don’t you?” Wanda asked as she stroked your hair, a stark contrast to her words and the actions of her girlfriend who was forcing her inside you. “You just have to lay pretty and take it,” she said as the rest of the toy was shoved into your cunt. 

  “There you go,” Natasha hummed. 

  “Hurts,” you wheezed before your mouth was forced back around the Sokovian’s nipples. 

  “But it feels so good too, doesn’t it?” Wanda cooed as she lifted you off of the strap on only to slam you back down as she began to thrust. In your position, she could only pull out half way but it meant that the stretch lingered for longer while the pleasure emerged. 

  Once you were all consumed in the bliss of Wanda fucking your throbbing pussy, you jumped as Natasha spit on your ass and let it dribble down until it reached your tightest hole. You whined when she grazed her thumb over your ass, letting it hover in the anticipation of what you knew she was about to do and didn’t quite want to stop. 

  Natasha pushed her thumb past your ring just as Wanda filled you up with her fake cock and you let her nipple go with a gasp, clawing at the bedsheets around you to help adjust to the intrusion. “Fuck!” You groaned as the redhead toyed with your ass. She flexed and pumped her thumb inside you several times before replacing it with two fingers that had you spinning. 

“So fucking tight,” Natasha grunted. “Feel it, Wand.” You didn’t understand what that meant and you missed the red hues covering Wanda’s iris as she peaked into her partner’s mind to experience what she felt, cursing at the ghost sensations around her fingers. 

  “Ruin her for me, Natty,” Wanda encouraged with twisted adoration and began fucking your cunt with a refreshed vigour you weren’t prepared for. In that same split second, Natasha pulled her fingers out and pushed her strap against your ass, gripping your hips harshly as her cock stretched you open. 

  “Too much,” you protested but the redhead merely pushed your face into the bed and used it as better means to fuck you with. Suddenly, you were more full than you ever could have imagined as both your cunt and your ass were stuffed with the older women’s cocks while you lay weak against them. 

  Natasha spit on her dildo as she dragged the toy out of you, stroking it several times before pushing it back in entirely. Tears soaked your bedsheets at what you could’ve sworn felt like being split open to accompany the redhead’s toy down to the base with her hips flush against you. 

  The moment they began thrusting together, you crumbled, unable to handle the force they used to fuck you or the fact that it felt so fucking good. Your moans were incoherent against the bed but no one seemed to care when the wet sounds from your cunt spoke loud enough for you. 

  “Such a good fucktoy,” Natasha groaned as she snapped her hips against you. “Happy anniversary, moya lyubov,” she grinned, pushing your head down further as she leant over you to embrace her girlfriend in a heated kiss you hardly registered. Their pace didn’t falter as they made out over you, continuing to pump themselves into your holes harder. 

  You couldn’t even move between the pair. You were trapped between their overpowering frames as they thrust as deep as they could each time and rubbed every nerve enough to make your body weaker by the second. You were consumed by them, all together entangled in the mess of twisted pleasure you only became more lost in until you reached the point of no return. You couldn’t communicate this to the pair but luckily one of them was already in your head. 

  “Cum, sweet thing,” Wanda coaxed. “Show us how much of a desperate slut you really are.” With that, you tripped and stumbled over the edge in a disorientated blur, falling blissfully through the air until you were slumped right back in that bed with the two Avengers who showed no signs of stopping. 

  “I can’t,” you tried to tell them, yet you did just moments later.

  “We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Wanda whispered against your ear as she slowed her pace for you to be able to process her words. “We’re just getting started,” she told you when an unrelenting pressure started around your neck once more.

[steves-sub]

Time for Action

Dark!Team Cap (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, Wanda) x innocent!female reader

Summary: The team's plan is finally going into action.

warning: Non-con drugging, hypnosis, deceiving people

A/N: I couldn't leave you hanging, so I'm back to finish the series. A lot has changed for me since I started this journey. I'm in a much better place now – happier, healthier, and pursuing my passion for special education. I also found love, which has greatly impacted my life. I may not be writing again anytime soon, but I'll always be grateful for the support of this community. These stories kept me going when things were tough, and I hope they bring you as much joy as you've brought me.

tags: @rihannabale @sideeve @apollosouls-blog @luvfromdixiedoll @chemtrails-club

The long-awaited day had finally come. After carefully applying your makeup and smoothing out your dress, you couldn't contain your excitement about spending time with Steve and his friends. To mark the occasion, you even wore a new dress - a lovely white sundress adorned with sunflowers, a charming nod to Steve's nickname.

As I heard a "ding" from my cell phone, I walked over to check it. To my surprise, it was a message from Steve saying, "Be there in 5 minutes." Despite my insistence on biking, Steve was determined to drive me. "You are a princess; you should be treated like one," he said with a smile. This level of care and consideration from a friend was something I had never experienced before.

As the sound of the car pulling up reached your ears, you gracefully descended the stairs, your luscious curls bouncing with each step. The scent of Steve's potent cologne wafted through the air as you closed the door behind you. Glancing back, you caught sight of him emerging from his car, clad in a crisp white button-down and navy pants. It seemed impossible, but your attraction to him intensified in that moment. As Steve made his way towards you, you could have sworn you heard a low growl escape him. "Wow, y/n, you truly are a sunflower. You look absolutely stunning, my darling," his words caused a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks."

“Thank you, Steve! I chose this dress specifically for this occasion. I hoped to leave a lasting impression on your friends." Steve enveloped you in a warm embrace, and as he did, you thought you felt his hand subtly moving towards your lower back, but before you could dwell on it, he gently pulled away. "Don't worry too much; I'm sure they will adore you, just like I do," he assured you with a playful touch on your nose, causing you to let out a spontaneous giggle. Steve gracefully circled around you and gallantly opened the door of his sleek black car, a vehicle worth more than your annual salary. "Step in, my princess. Your carriage awaits," he declared as he entered the vehicle himself and closed the door behind you.

As he settled into the driver's seat, he reached behind him and retrieved a water bottle. "The drive might take a while, so I brought you a water bottle," he said with a warm smile. You accepted the bottle, returning his smile, and twisted off the cap. The water had an unusual taste, but you didn't want to cause any inconvenience. Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you continued on your journey.

After half an hour of casual conversation with Steve, he steered onto a narrow dirt road. "It's just a short drive down this road, and then we'll be there," he reassured, gently taking your hand. "Don't worry, sunflower. I promise they will adore you," he repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. Throughout the journey, Steve did his best to ease your nerves, chatting with you and offering you sips of that peculiar water. While you did start to feel more at ease, the anticipation still made you jittery. Finally, he pulled up to an exquisite house. "Wow," you marveled as you gazed out the window, "you guys live here?" You had little knowledge about Steve and never would have guessed that he was well-off. "Yeah," he chuckled, "my friends and I have been renovating this house for a while. It's our retirement plan." 

I turned to look at Steve, my face twisted in confusion. "Retirement plan? You're not even 40!" Steve chuckled once again at my comment. "Well, we all needed a break, so we decided to come up here for a bit," he spoke as he expertly parked the car in the circle driveway. "Are you ready?" he asked, extending his hand towards me. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it, replying, "Ready." He smiled back at me as he exited the car to open the door for me.

As the two of you approached the door, Steve reached out and turned the handle, allowing the door to swing open. "Hey guys, we're here!" he called out, his voice echoing through the seemingly empty house. Suddenly, the distinct sound of clicking heels filled the air, and a young redhead in a vibrant red coat appeared before you. "Oh my gosh, you're here!" she exclaimed, enveloping you in a warm, enthusiastic hug. "Steve has not stopped talking about you. You’re Y/n, right? I'm Wanda," she said with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you too! I wish I could say the same about you," you teased, playfully nudging Steve's arm. "Oh, that's just Steve. He's a pretty reserved person. Come in, come in, everyone’s in the kitchen," Wanda said, taking the lead as she ushered you inside. Following her lead, you kicked off your sandals and made your way into the inviting warmth of the kitchen. "See, not so bad," Steve remarked quietly. "Yeah, Wanda seems super nice," you agreed. "And we're only just getting started," Steve added, gently holding your hand as you both stepped into the bustling kitchen. 

The two of us walked into the kitchen and spotted the rest of the group. A striking redhead in a sleek black dress perched on the counter, enjoying a glass of wine. A confident black man was busy setting up the table, while another man with a metallic arm was hard at work in the kitchen. Wanda caught their attention and introduced me with a warm smile, prompting the others to follow suit. The redhead, Natasha, strolled over to me and greeted me affectionately. "I'm Natasha. Your dress is stunning; I can see why Steve calls you sunflower," she remarked with a smirk, casting a glance at Steve as she embraced me. "Thank you, yours is gorgeous as well," I replied.

The man who was setting the table made his way over to us. "So, this is the famous Y/N Steve can't stop talking about? I can see why," he said with a warm smile as he confidently walked over. "Sam Wilson, nice to meet you," he said as he extended his hand. I couldn't help but giggle as I looked at his hand. "Thank you; you are all super kind to me," I replied with a smile. "Well, Steve said you were a special friend, so you deserve to feel special," the last man said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "Bucky Barnes, we are so happy you are here," he said warmly. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the kindness of these people and how lucky Steve must be to have such thoughtful friends. "Told you they would love you, sunflower," Steve said as he brought me in for a side hug.

As I made my way towards the counter where Natasha was, Bucky informed me that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. He listed the menu as salad, pasta, chicken, brussels sprouts, and homemade mini cakes courtesy of Wanda. Natasha then offered me a glass of wine. I accepted and requested a Pinot Grigio, and as she went to the fridge, she discreetly took a small vial of clear liquid from the refrigerator before leaving the kitchen with Steve following her.

Once they reached the wine cellar, Natasha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she deftly grabbed the bottle she sought. "Everything ready?" Steve inquired, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their relationship had evolved into one of friends with benefits since they had been on the run, but now they no longer needed to rely on such arrangements. "As long as she drank the water you gave her, then we will be set," Natasha confirmed, setting the wine glass on the counter and retrieving the vial. "She doesn't feel anything right now; she's just relaxed. This, however, will make her more open to our suggestions and make her easier to seduce. We will have her in our hands in no time." Natasha finished pouring the wine and closed the bottle with a sense of determination. "I wanted to have her right then and there when I saw her in that sundress. She has no idea what she is doing to me," Steve confessed. "Soon, Steve, soon," Natasha called out to Steve as she returned to the party, him following closely behind.

Natasha and Steve glided into the room, Natasha holding a delicate glass of wine. "Here you go, angel," Natasha said as she gracefully handed the glass to the recipient. "Perfect timing, the food is ready," Bucky exclaimed. "Do you need help with anything?" you kindly asked the cooks. "Nonsense, you are our guest. Go have a seat; we will be over shortly," Wanda said as she expertly opened the oven. The rest of the group approached the table, which Sam meticulously set. You found yourself seated between Steve and Natasha, with Sam, Bucky, and Wanda on the other side.

Steve rose from his chair with a beer in hand as the delicious food was placed on the table, and everyone took their seats. "I would like to propose a toast to Y/N," he announced, causing a flutter in your stomach as everyone smiled at you. "Thank you for gracing us with your presence tonight. I feel that this evening will be etched in our memories forever. Cheers!" he exclaimed, raising his glass as everyone followed suit. It was clear that tonight was going to be truly extraordinary.  

After an hour had passed, not a morsel of food remained, and the plates sparkled clean. It had been quite some time since you felt so carefree and relaxed, and the feeling was beautiful. As Wanda and Bucky shared a hilarious story, you found yourself laughing along with them while the others tidied up after dinner. Natasha approached you with another glass of wine, but you declined, explaining to her with a tinge of sadness that you and Steve would have to leave soon. The evening had been so enjoyable that you wished it wouldn't end. "Don't worry, sweetie. You're more than welcome to spend the night if you'd like," Steve called out from the kitchen. "But I don't have anything with me for an overnight stay," you quickly pointed out.

"We have a spare bedroom, and you can borrow some sweats. Seriously, don't sweat about it," Wanda said with a warm smile. "Are you sure about that?" you questioned Wanda, feeling grateful for her hospitality. "We are positive," Natasha responded reassuringly as she once again handed the glass to you, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Okay, okay. But this is the last glass; I'm starting to feel the effects of drinking," you commented, letting out a light-hearted laugh. Unbeknownst to you, the group exchanged knowing glances, anticipation for their plan evident in their eyes. 

As Steve suggested heading to the living room to wrap up the evening, he approached you and gently massaged your shoulders. You yawned, feeling the wine's effects, and quickly apologized for your drowsiness. "Sorry, I just got sleepy. This wine might be stronger than I thought," you chuckled. As you stood up and headed to the living room, you noticed your vision becoming blurry, causing you to lose your balance.

"Are you feeling okay, honey?" Bucky asked, his concerned gaze fixed on you. "I just feel a bit dizzy. Do you mind if I go to bed early?" you inquired, steadying yourself against the back of the couch. "Why don't you lie down next to me? It might help," suggested Steve as he came over to you. You hoped that his suggestion would bring some relief as Steve gently guided you to the plush couch. He positioned you in the center, and everyone respectfully kept their distance, allowing you some space.

You heard a gentle buzzing sound beginning and looked around to locate its source. "What's that noise?" you asked as you attempted to sit up, but the throbbing in your head persisted. "Oh, it's just some soft music. It's meant to help you relax," Wanda reassured you as you felt Steve gently guide your head back onto his shoulder where it had been resting. In front of you, the TV displayed a captivating screen saver. It consisted of black and white squares merging into each other. Strangely, it was pretty soothing and difficult to look away from.

As you commented on the intriguing screen, you noticed your speech slowing down unintentionally. In response, Sam softly remarked, "Yeah, I know. It came with the TV. We tried to change it but couldn't figure it out." Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had silently approached from behind. Her hand emitted a crimson magical energy that flowed into your head, inducing a sudden and profound relaxation.

"It's not too bad; it can be quite relaxing to look at. Don't you think it's relaxing?" Wanda asked, her words echoing in your mind whenever she mentioned "relaxing." "Relaxing?" you mumbled sleepily. "Yes, darling, relaxing," Steve whispered into your ear as he gently brushed some hair away from your face, ensuring your gaze remained fixed on the screen before you. Despite your efforts to look away, it was difficult to resist.

As your eyelids grew heavier, it became increasingly difficult to keep them open. "Are you getting sleepy over there, my lovely sunflower?" Steve softly chuckled. You attempted to shake your head, but the effort was futile. "It's okay to relax and sleep, darling. Just close your eyes and let go," Bucky's voice whispered. "I don't want to," you replied in the faintest of whispers.

Natasha's soothing voice filled the room as she said, "Why not? It's okay to relax and sleep. To close those heavy eyes and sleep." Her gentle hand massaged my shoulders, lulling me into an even deeper state of relaxation. "Sleep?" I questioned. Steve let out a chuckle and reassured me, "That's right, honey, just sleep for me. I'll keep you safe. Just close those heavy, heavy eyes and sleep for me." Each word from Steve felt like a gentle command, and I found myself unable to resist as I followed his instructions, succumbing to the irresistible urge to close my heavy eyelids.

[lemonade4wanda]

Craving you

Dark!Wanda Maximoff x reader

Minors dni!! Masterlist°•☆

Summary - you take a job working for Maximoff industries without realising your bosses obsession with you before it's too late.

Warnings - stalking, creepy Wanda, dark Wanda, stalker Wanda, begging, masturbation(pls I can't spell it), humping, finical abuse? Finger sucking, gagging, tears, not proofread, lmk if there's anything else I should add!!

Words- 1.9k

A/n - I've never written anything dark or like this before so even more than usual all feedback is appreciated!!! <333

Wanda Maximoff. Over achieving ruthless ceo with no weakness, we'll that was until you began working for her company. So distracting to her and her cruel attitude with you bright energy and wide smiles, how could she be mean to someone.. someone like you. Your long floral dresses which she noticed always had matching earrings and sweet smelling perfumes which reminded her of the most gorgeous flowers, she made notes to find out the brand of perfume so she could spray it across her house to remind her of you. From the minute you'd walked in on your first day she knew she wanted you, she needed you, she wanted you all to herself but for now she was content letting you continue your job unaware of her lingering gaze on your body as she'd admire every curve and edge while you walked around her office. Unaware of the way your things seemed to go missing and the tiny cameras that began to occupy all angles of your cubicle room.

Your first few weeks she kept a close eye, making sure you were settling into the office and that everyone was being nice to you.. but not too nice of course. She watched through the cttv as you made coffees for the other workers in the break room, what a sweet soul. Wanda took notice of how other coworkers looked at you making sure to move the ones who were getting too bold to another department, its not that she didn't want you to find love it just had to be with the right person, with her. She learnt your interests from eavesdropping and searching your computer after hours.. this wasn't creepy was it? No of course not she brushed off the thought, she just wanted to get to know her employees this was normal. All bosses did that. She since found out your favourite colour; lilac. That you had two pet cats called Marlo and Nixie also that they were your screensaver for your office computer. She also discovered your love for your journal, selfishy she always hoped you'd forget it after work so Wanda could read through every page and discover every little detail about your life.

It only seemed as the weeks went on her obsession seemed to grow. Finding a reason to move your cubicle closer to her office saying there was a leak where your old one was and that you'd be much safer here. The pre mentioned perfume well she found out what it was, gucci flaura. She'd found it whilst rifling through your bag while you were in the bathroom. Your salary wasn't enough to afford perfumes like this so it must of been a gift so she made sure to buy you some in preparation for your next birthday. After this the stalking . More thorough resarch began, she searched up all your social media's, found old jobs, checked extended families Facebook, somehow managed to hack your home Internet after she located your current home, a shared two bed flat in a bad area of town, god when you were her's you'd never have to share such a dingy flat the rest of your life. Back to the Internet she tracked everything you looked up or bought, occasionally deleting searches she didn't approve of. Next she worked on getting into your home's security cameras... just to make sure your safe, this city is dangerous after all.

Wandas little obsession was only growing and was beginning to get a little for lack of  better words.. depraved. Shed stay up late at night watching you change in your apartment touching herself to the gorgeous silhouette of your body. She'd spray the perfume you wore around her room before humping her pillow. She followed you around town from a distance capturing pictures of you to add to her collection. Your sweetness only furthered this, the confused pout on your face when you realised your cardigan had gone missing without a trace, deciding to ask Wanda about it you missed her smug smirk instead just accepting the answer she gave you.

"Maybe you didn't bring it in darling. I mean I know how forgetful you are. Your lucky we keep around such a clutz like you." In return you'd nodded your head and left her office feeling like an idiot for even suggesting someone could have taken it.

Wanda was slowly winning you over, atleast that's what she thought until she saw you getting a little too close to a fellow coworker, Marcus. If only you could've felt her glare through the security camera. For a little bit she decided to let it go assuming Marcus was just being creepy with you ans that moving him to another department would do the trick. That only led her to see you were the one initiating the flirting with Marcus. How could you do this to her, Wanda felt her heart shattering as she threw her mug at the office wall in a fit of pure rage. You were hers. Her property. What could you not understand about that?

You'd left her no decision. She'd make you understand your place even if she had to hurt you, her precious.

You were called into Wandas office one day, unaware of her desire for you, you had assumed nothing of it hoping perhaps got a pay rise. I mean you'd been working tooth and nail recently maybe she was going to prove your work hadn't gone unnoticed. You quietly knocked on her office door and she immediately recognised the way you knocked. How couldn't she? She loved you after all.

"Y/n come sit." She tells you after letting you in. As you enter you pick up on the tension in the air, the dark edge to her voice as she spoke to you. This wasn't going to be good but you couldn't think of what you'd done. You sat back nervously in the chair infront of her desk, fearing what to come. Wanda gazed at you quietly, how cute you looked when scared. The way your eyes widened and you bit your gum, adorable. Maybe she should have done this long ago.

"I'm sure you know why your here-." She starts.

"No.. I don-.."

"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking." Wanda snaps as she hears your voice making you go quiet and shrink further into your chair wishing you could dissappear.

"Now as I was saying I'm sure you know why your here. For your inappropriate harassment of Marcus." Your jaw dropped at this news, there had to be some confusion you'd never harass anyone. You were about to speak opening your mouth to do so when she held up a hand to shush you. "We have witness statements from other colleagues to back up this statement. Marcus came to us three weeks ago saying you were making unwanted advances on him, so we moved him to another department." She pauses staring at you, judging you at least that's what you saw. You felt like the world was crumbling around you. You'd never do this to anyone this had to be a mix up. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and Wanda had to hold back a malicious grin, she had you just where she wanted you. "Today he handed in a letter of resignation stating you were becoming unbearable and beginning to scare him." Oh it was laughable the look on your face. Of course Marcus had never really resigned, Wanda had fed him the exact same story and fired him. "So that comes to you y/n. We can't have people scaring off and harassing other employees here." She can barely hold the excitement back anymore.

"So what? I'm fired?" You whispered in response, terrified for the answer you knew was coming. You hadn't done anything wrong but it was clear Wanda had made up her mind about you.

"Exactly."

She looked at you like a predator stalking it's prey.

"But.. but I needed this job.."

"You'll find another." Her voice was stern, unchanging no matter what you said.

"Please.." You managed to muster the singular word out and you swear your saw her face contort into a sick grin.

"Say it again darling."

"Please." There it was an unsettling sickening smile that made you want to squirm back in your chair.

"Hmm.. well when you beg like that." She pauses thinking for a second. "On your knees." She commands in a voice foreign to the one she usually spoke with you in.

You looked up to her hesitant thinking this could be here twisted idea of a joke but the look in her eyes made it clear she wasn't. Slowly you step off the chair and kneel down on the floor. She walks round the table placing your head against her thigh, tilting your head up to make eye contact with her and beginning to wave her hand through your hair. "Beg again. Like you mean it."

You were horrified at this idea and you knew it was wrong but you couldn't help but feel like some of this was right, the soothing feeling you felt with her hand knotted in your hair. "Please Wan-.." A harsh slap was placed against your face as you called her by her first name. Correcting yourself you began again. "Please Mrs Maximoff.." Her touch was soft again now, the hand that just hit you now gently caressing your cheek and wiping tears from it. "..please give me my job back. I really need it to pay my bills and to make ends meet. I need this job, it's the only place I've ever worked that pays me enough to survive. And I know you don't believe me but I never did those things to Marcus.. I dont know why he said that." More tears fall and you open your mouth to continue but she places her slender finger to your lips before you can speak.

"Hmmm.. your very convincing sweetheart." Her finger presses against your mouth demanding access and when you don't allow it another slap hits you forcing your mouth to open allowing her fingers inside. "Sorry about that darling I don't mean to be rough.. you see you've just made me very angry today. Suck." She commands you again and this time you listen not wanting to experience more stinging in your cheek. Slowly and a little reluctantly you suckle on her two fingers. Running your tongue along them. "Good girl." Her other hand massages your hair.

"Now it just wouldn't be appropriate to give you your old job back.. but I can think of a better one. You can work for me or should I say under me." A low laugh escapes her mouth as she looks down at your head lay against her thigh. "You could be my personal assistant. Help me out. Please me. Serve me. Now what do you think of that dorogoy?" Before letting you speak she forces her hand down your throat causing you to gag. She then removes them and licks your drool off them.

"Uhm.." It doesn't take you long to think of an answer. You needed a job and Wanda was being kind enough to offer you one again. "Yes please Mrs. Maximoff."

"That was the correct choice dear." Her finger strokes your jaw line. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting to see you like this. All mine." You want to flinch at her words but all you feel is a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

[alexawynters]

Mommy Knows Best - w.m x r blurb

Summary: Wanda convincing R to let her to all the thinking for her

Warnings: Ehhh... allusions to manipulation, kidnapping, stalking.

A/N: So ahhh... I wrote this in 15 minutes while at work in a part of the office I very much didn't want to be in. This isn't connected to anything. I don't intend on expanding this bc I have no spoons and the plot bunnies won't settle on anything definitively. But if anybody wants to take a crack at it, pleeeeaaase do! Just like.. link me so I can read it because I am thirsty. Also all of this was typed up on my phone so sorry for any typos, or formatting issues. I left my laptop at home today like a dumbass..

Wanda's hand cradled your face with a gentle yet possessive grip. "I knew that you needed me the moment I laid eyes on you in that coffee shop."

Your eyes widened at the older woman's confession. Out of all the times you had met up with Wanda, it had never been at a coffee shop. Her implication that she had been watching you sent a bolt of fear down your spine.

"Such a sweet little thing, so easily flustered." She appraised you with a keen eye, searching for any hint that you might try to run. "You were just trying to substitute the milk in your coffee order, yet you couldn't even do that without nearly breaking out into tears. Poor thing. You just needed your Mommy to do all your difficult thinking for you, huh?"

The older woman's voice had taken on an almost saccharine quality, while simultaneously dripping with condescension. You couldn't have explained it if you tried, but something about her tone, her words, turned your head all fuzzy.

Alarm bells that should have been clanging loudly were but a distant detail in your peripheral, not worthy of your attention when the alternative was listening to Wanda's honeyed voice. You should be concerned. A normal person would be leaving this crazy woman as fast as their legs could carry them. Yet instead, you practically meted into Wanda's touch, almost craving it.

The witch gave a subtle smirk at the way your eyes glossed over when she talked down to you. This was going to be even easier than Wanda had thought. She might not even need to use her magic if you were already this responsive to her. Frankly, Wanda was delighted.

"Use your words, kotenok. I know you're just a dumb baby, and words are hard, but when Mommy asks you a question, I expect an answer."

Her grip turned firm, border lining on painful. Glassy eyes snapped open.

"Y-yes, Mommy. I just needed you to do all the thinking for me."

Your face flushed bright red as you spoke the words, but you couldn't bring yourself to take them back. Now that they had been released into the universe, the words rang true for you. They simply felt... right. Your trusting gaze met Wanda's domineering one, seeking any sign of her approval.

The older woman gave a salacious grin, very much reminiscent of a cat who caught the canary. "There's my good girl," she cooed, caressing the apple of your cheek with her thumb.

Lulled into a false sense of safety and security, you tilted your head. Leaning into her touch, you were practically simpering from her praise and touch. Why had you ever been concerned, you wondered? This was Wanda. She would always take care of you. She would never even dream of harming you. If only you knew the extent of the very real danger you were in, you might have tried to run. Not that you would have gotten far, but Wanda might have enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

Nevertheless, she had you right where she wanted you and why make it unpleasant when you were so... willing? The witch reveled in how pliant you were. Like putty in her hands, ready to be shaped and molded into the perfect plaything for her.

"Now kotenok," she said softly. "Why don't you go get changed into something comfortable and we can watch movies? I took the liberty of bringing over some of your clothes from your apartment as you won't be staying there anymore."

The former Avenger patted your cheek gently, sending you off on your way. It was only a few feet you had made before hesitating, turning to look at the older woman.

"Mommy...." You tried the title, and it rolled off your tongue surprisingly easily. "Why. won't I be staying at my apartment anymore? I'm still paying rent on it for another seven months." Uncertainty rolled off of you in waves.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, reigning her temper in. She needed to be understanding, but firm with you if she planned to get you completely under her thumb without scaring you off.

"You let Mommy worry about all of that. Those are big girl thoughts, and you wanted Mommy to do all the thinking for you, isn't that right?" Her voice was filled with exaggerated patience and condescension.

Part of you wanted to push the question. If you weren't going to be staying at your flat anymore then Wanda must mean for you to stay with her. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford rent in both places, so if you needed to sublet your flat, the sooner you knew for sure, the better. Not once did you question how, when, or why the redhead had picked up your clothes, being so focused about this rent situation.

Still, as you caught Wanda's steadily hardening gaze due to your lack of immediate cooperation, you could have sworn you almost saw a subtle flash of scarlet in her eyes. Opting not to upset the woman you were quickly falling for, you promptly turned on your heel, intent on doing as she had asked.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda Maximoff was observing your trailing form with a razor-sharp gaze. She felt triumphant, everything was going according to plan, and you were honestly making it too easy on her. Soon you would belong to her, and by the time you realized, it would be too late.

A/N 2: What are we thinking? Bin it? Try to write it from the beginning? Or maybe keep going and only have the beginning appear in flashback format? I know I need to update Scarlet Whispers and I'm gonna, I swear! Just... effort. lol

[vase-of-lilies]

❀  Pairing: Dark!Mermaid!Wanda x Sailor!Reader

❀ Non-con, dubcon, Captivity, restraints, slight experimentation, shapeshifting! Wanda, the ocean, sailing on a boat, a storm, shipwreck, a little bit of violence, virgin!reader (she has never had a sexual encounter, period. So she is very innocent), Wanda doesn’t know human anatomy lol, oral (r receiving), forced orgasm, overstimulation, fingering, (this next part is major whump, so PLEASE heed the warnings) Sewing readers legs together for a punishment, holding reader under the water until they pass out, screaming, lots of screaming, making someone stay unconscious with telekinesis, quick acceptance, soft-ish wanda, some fluff, Stockholm syndrome, (if there is anything else PLEASE let me know!!)

❀ Disclaimer and Authors Note: The pictures only represent aesthetics and themes. There is no certain skin color, body type, ethnicity, or description other than Y/n and “you”. I hope you like this! The pictures go to their rightful owners on Pinterest, and the comic-style picture belongs to the beautiful artist Jenifer Prince. I also have a really big feeling that Mermaids' love language is gift-giving. Because… stuff is all they find lol!

This is for @eloquentreverie 's Dusk Till Dawn writing challenge! I chose the lines “All you are is a liar…” ���My love for you is not a lie.”

Bright rays of sunshine reflect off the water, not one cloud in the sky.  The perfect conditions for sailing. You had been planning this trip for ages, and the perfect time has never been seen before now. Packing your bags was an easy task, all that was left was prepping your boat. Aphrodite is what you call her. The beautiful sailboat your father had left for you.

The sails are off-white, the texture of a canvas. In a way, this boat is its own form of art, and the beautiful name that your father picked fits perfectly. She was small, livable, and durable. It could withstand the fiercest of storms, waves, and monsters. Monsters, that you at least think are real. They were all just myths your mother told you about. 

Mermaids that left trinkets on the helm of each ship they came across, an octopus-like creature pushing the boats in the wrong direction, and even the ocean itself; a lively source of nature that will always lead the way when these malicious creatures have any form of malicious intentions. 

Making your way down to the pier, you are stopped by a villager, an older woman who knew your father very well. “Y/n! Y/n! Come here, I have something for your travels!” You hear from her frail yet powerful voice. She gently grabs your hands and pulls you into her home, making you giggle softly as she sits you on her couch. 

“Now, I knew I would see you today because of the conditions out… there. I have this for you, wishing you safe travels and return.” She puts a dainty necklace in the palms of your hands. “It was a gift from your mother, she had told me to wait until you were older, and I think now would be the perfect time.” She smiles as you look at the beautiful oval-shaped locket. 

“My family and I really love you, Eleanor. Thank you for taking such good care of us.” You smile up at her, closing your fingers around the locket with a picture of both your mother and your father. “Thank you, really, for everything.” 

She shakes her head, “The only thing you owe me is a hug and a proper goodbye.” She says, opening her arms for you. You happily oblige, wrapping your arms around her hunched body. She was like a grandmother to you even when she was just a family friend, but you most definitely loved her as a grandmother. 

“I love you so much, and I will most definitely bring you some trinkets if mermaids ever leave anything for me.” She chuckles in response and waves you off, sending you on your way to uncertainty. 

Entering the deck of your boat was a feeling of freedom that you had longed to feel ever since the death of your parents. It was difficult to make it through the day without breaking down into your most vulnerable form; A sobbing, shaking mess. 

Standing at the helm brought mixed emotions. You were finally here. You were finally able to feel like the woman your mother described you as. “You are a brave, independent, beautiful girl Y/n. You will do amazing things one day. That may be tomorrow or ten years from now. But amazing things they will be.”

Those words stuck with you from the day she died. Those words were what drove you to sail alone after all these years. She told you that you were brave, and that was all it took to motivate you to learn, grow, and persevere in your passion for sailing. 

Now all you had to do was make sure you had enough food, water, and supplies in the cockpit, untie the sails, and mark the coordinates on your map. Once those subjects were taken care of, the last was to untie Aphrodite from the pier and raise the anchor and you are all good to go!

With the small gusts of winds every now and then, it would take about 6 to 7 hours for you to make it to your destination. That is if there is no storm, headwind, or pirates that you have to worry about. Crossing Captain Barnes is on your list of “most feared encounters” and you could not imagine getting stuck with him, let alone see him. Rumors say he lost his arm to the Kraken and used the gold from a found treasure to make a new arm. A much more dangerous one than he already had. 

The thought of seeing him gives you chills in of itself, so you decide to put your mind to something else. You begin to steer the boat in the direction of your destination, your blue navy-themed sailing dress your mother made you flowing in the wind. You smile as the smell of salt and cold water fills your nose, the ocean and wind guiding you in the right direction.

~~~~~~~~ 3 hours later ~~~~~~~~

The clouds had come out of nowhere, casting a large, dark shadow over Aphrodite. The wind was skin-biting and strong, the waves getting unruly as she becomes angry with something. What? You had no idea. You had prepared for this, but the worst thing that could happen happened. 

As you put on your dark blue cloak to keep warm, a large wave crashed over your boat. With much luck, Aphrodite held strong and pulled back up from the water. Raindrops soaked your clothes as well as waves that rolled over the surface of your boat. As you were pulling on the sails, you froze in fear. A colossal wave formed. Bigger than anything you have seen, towering over you. At this point, you knew your fate and you fully accepted it. 

As the wave crashed over your boat, the water engulfed you into a frigid and bitter hug. The sheer force of this wave cracked your beautiful boat in two, ripped the sails a part as if it was cut by scissors, and lastly shredded your near-perfect map to shreds. It was a saddening sight to see to anyone on the outside. 

As your vision fades to black, numbness takes over your system and you are finally at rest. 

Or so you thought. 

“Is she ok? She- Oh she’s breathing! She looks ok, just a little roughed up.” 

‘Squawk!’

“She’s a human! She’s beautiful, she looks so cute in this little dress of hers.”

‘Squawk!’

“Can we keep her?”

A pause…

“Let's bring her inside, but we have to make sure she doesn’t escape. Grab some of the rope from her boat, that will hold her.” 

“She scared? She scared?” The animal squawked. 

“For certain…”

The voices were faded and muffled, and you felt like you were held in a bubble. Everything was quiet. The voices were smooth, siren-like, minus the power. There was something dark in the woman’s voice that hovered over you. There was something in her voice that sounded almost… dark and evil. As if she had malicious intentions with you. 

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of waves crashing against the sand, but you were not on the beach anymore. You were in a cave, a dark, cold, dreary cave. With a pounding in your head, you moved your hand to your temple. Well, tried to. You look to your left, letting your eyes get used to the darkness and you see rings of rope around your wrist, holding you to a rusty bed frame. Looking to your right you see the same.

Struggling was your first instinct, but you were frozen in place. It was fear taking over your body and you didn’t know what else to do. There wasn’t much you could do in your state. It was so cold, and you couldn’t find a way to get warm. 

“H-hello?” Your voice echoes in the abyss of the dark cave in front of you and you have yet to hear anything other than that. But moments later, other voices fill the cavern's echos. 

“I wonder when she will wake up, oh I sure hope it’s soon.” One voice said. Were they talking about me? You think to yourself. 

“Well, when she does, it will be quite the surprise don’t you think?” That voice, it was the voice that sounded evil… 

In an instant, the dark cave was filled with lowly lit torches. From what you could see was a room full of different trinkets, a makeshift vanity with a sea-glass mirror, shelf portions of the cave filled with sea shells, and lastly her.

A beautiful woman walks into the cave carrying what looks to be wood, sail rope, some canvas sails, and cloth. It took you a moment to realize that these were parts of Aphrodite. Your precious boat. 

“Ah, she’s awake.” The woman says to her accomplice, a parrot on her shoulder. 

“Awake! Awake! Awake! Awake!” The parrot responds, making the woman let out a soft chuckle. 

“Please, let me go!” You plead. 

“No, you are mine now and I get to do what I please,” She gives you a smug smile and sets her trinkets and shells down on her vanity. You watch her carefully, salty tears falling down your cheeks as you pull at the ropes around your wrists. “There is no coming out of those ropes, darling. I know how to tie a good knot” She emphasizes the ’t’, making you jump slightly in response. 

“Such a curious creature humans are. They move around on these water contraptions just to go see another piece of land. Can you imagine that?” She says, chuckling at her own question. “Well of course you can, you were doing just that!” She moves towards the makeshift seaweed and canvas bed and sits on the edge. 

“I have yet to see a real human up close and see what they are really like. How much pain and torture they can take, just like my sisters had to endure.” 

Her intentions scared you, and her smirk told you that she already knew that. “P-please don’t hur-” she cut you off with a laugh and a mockery of your fear. 

“Puh puh puh, please! Oh don’t be so cute, I love hearing screams of fear…” She leans close to your face, her tongue sliding against your cheek and picking up a tear. “Mmmm, tastes so good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.” You whimper as her eyes turn bright red and before you know it, the clothes are ripped from your body leaving you nude, cold, and exposed. You flail your feet attempting to kick her, but she quickly pins them down and wraps more rope around them, connecting them to the bed posts at the bottom.

She shakes her head at your action and gently slides her fingers over your now exposed belly, “Nuh uh, none of that. We don’t need anyone else to get hurt, right?” You shiver in response, making her smile grow even bigger. “Oh, so you feel me…” She realizes and she runs her fingers up your belly, and to the valley of your breasts. 

Your reactions are very minimal at first, but then she starts going in other directions. “Hmm, I have little buttons like these too, I wonder what yours do?” She moves and grazes her fingers over your nipple, making you shudder. A new feeling has come to you, and the woman takes note. “Ah, how interesting. This little bud of skin is much more sensitive than the skin over here…” She does the same motion of rolling her fingers but with just a small section of skin from your breast. 

“What if we do both?” She inquires, moving both her hands above your breasts. Taking both nipples in her fingers, she smiles at your reaction of curling in on yourself. The little noises you make are what set her off. “Wow, how amazing,” She whispers, smirking at your reaction. As you whine and shake your body slightly, you try to get her off of you, but she is just pulled towards you again. 

“Someone is a little feisty,” She slaps your breast harshly and you yelp in pain. She chuckles and stands up. “Now let me introduce myself. I am Wanda, and as you can see I take the shape of a human, like you. But I am nothing of the kind. I have morals.” She pauses, and moves between your spread-open legs. “When I got the ability to use my shapeshifting power, I first wanted to try to be human. Just to see what it feels like to walk and run. I liked it at first, but then came this feeling that I can’t describe. It is like a fire was lit right here,” she puts her hand just above your lower regions, goosebumps pebbling at the touch of her skin on yours.

“There was nothing I could do to put it out. So I explored down there… I have a button down there just like up here,” She rolls your nipples in her fingers once again, making you whine in protest. “Oh, my Poseidon… it felt heavenly when I rubbed it just right. I thought the feeling would never end! But then it did… it felt like I exploded. It was like getting caught in a wave, only to fall back down into warm water again.” She smiles down at you from her spot between your legs. 

“I want to see if you feel it too.” She smirks and you whimper as you pull at the restraints around your limbs. Dismissing you, her fingers spread your slick petals and she gently rubs around the top of your pussy. A soft moan emits from your mouth and she gasps. “Oh, I think I found your button too,” Wanda continues to rub your clit, loving every single reaction from your mouth. With curiosity, she pokes at your entrance with her fingers. When she enters her fingers into your wet cunt, the moan from your mouth is beautiful. 

“That was beautiful, I need to see more!” She exclaims and starts to move her fingers in and out of your hole while rubbing your clit. With never feeling these things before, you are like an exposed nerve and are oh, so, sensitive. 

You soon start to feel what she was describing, the fire, the riding up the wave, and after seconds, the falling from that wave and into warm water. As you cum, she smiles at the feeling of your walls clenching around her fingers. “It feels nice, doesn’t it…” she states, not addressing it as a question. You vigorously shake your head, denying her. She smirks, knowing deep down you absolutely love it. 

The ropes burn your limbs and you were tired. But Wanda was far from done. She had so much more planned as she was infatuated with your pussy and how it pulsed around her fingers. “Should we see how many more of these little episodes we can see today?” 

“N-no! No, please no more, I- I want to go home, please,” You beg, knowing deep down you most likely won’t make it out of here. Not without a fight. Already you were scheming how you could possibly escape her, but your thoughts were shut down as Wandas' fingers intruded your hole at a fast rate. Her fingers moved in and out of your cunt, a burning feeling bubbling inside of you once again. 

“Oh, you’re so wet down here, little one. I swear if I go too fast, there may be a tidal wave coming at me.” She smirks at her words, not slowing her pace as she curls her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. Your moans were music to her ears, like putting a sea shell to one's ear and hearing the beauty of the ocean on the other side. 

Failing miserably, you try to quiet your moans. But the feelings are just too intense for you to handle. She leans down as she continues to pump her fingers inside of you and smiles as she licks along your red, hot clit. Your legs jolt once a more sensitive wave of pleasure falls over you, her tongue moving expertly over your little bud. Your back arches as much as it can with the bonds keeping you down and you try to enjoy your current state under Wandas' domination. 

In a matter of seconds, you are crumbling at the feel of Wandas' three fingers inside of you as well as her tongue licking your clit over and over again. Cumming a second time was even more of an experience. You saw white as your orgasm came crashing over you once again. Whimpers come out of your mouth as tears are falling down your cheeks. It’s too much, and your cunt feels like it's on fire. 

Finally, Wanda has had enough, and she lets out a sigh as she looks down at your abused petals. “Aw, look how red you are. You must be so sensitive, hm?” She chuckles at your fucked out sounds as she grazes your clit with the back of a finger, your hips pulling away in retaliation. You whimper as she suddenly stands up, her other fingers leaving your hole in an instant. You shudder at the emptiness, letting out a sob as your emotions take control of your body again. 

“Sweetheart, don’t cry, we have just barely begun.” Her smile is malicious and full of evil. There is nothing welcoming about her smile, almost like the waxing gibbous, right before a full moon. Only a sliver of a smile of the night sky, then the werewolves come out. Her teeth were sharp but smooth enough to look human. But she was far from human.

You found out she was a mermaid while she let you roam the beach a little bit. All she gave you for clothing was a paper bag-type dress made out of the canvas of your sails, and a rope around your middle as a belt. She took the chains from the anchor of your boat and kept it around your ankle, the other end under a very heavy bolder that she moved with her powers. 

While you stayed on the beach, chained to the rock that gave you the shade you needed, Wanda was hunting. There was a little bit of forest above the cave you both took shelter in, but she warned you to never go in there. Well, not without her. You were curious as to know if there was danger, or if she just didn’t want you out of her sight. But it was easy to say, she did not want you going anywhere. 

Sitting on the beach was the little bit of freedom that you looked forward to every day. One hundred and eighty-two (182) days of being in Wandas' captivity. You learned on day seven (7) to never run away from her. She will make everything hurt. She will take everything away from you if you try to take yourself away from her. 

On day seven (7), you found a way to rub the chain links together and break the loop off of your foot. Making sure she was in the water, you made a run for it on the wet sand of the beach. Trying to go around the island and then out into the ocean was your goal. Wanda sensed you were gone the second the chain broke. It was no use trying to swim away from a mermaid. 

She caught up with you in a matter of seconds, her webbed tail making her swim much faster than you; A mere human. She grabbed your ankle from underneath the water, dragging you down to the ocean floor. Not too deep as she knows the pressure builds, but deep enough where you would not be able to escape. She smiled as you thrashed against her iron grip, your arms trying desperately to reach the surface, and the last few bubbles exited your mouth as you finally fell unconscious. 

Once you were out, she pulled you to the beach, getting the water from your lungs and making sure you are breathing again. She sent a wave of energy over your body, keeping you in an unconscious state. Picking you up, your head hung over her arm as your legs hung over her other arm. She looked at your sleeping face in slight disappointment as you were doing so good the few days before this. She knew that the time outside was going to be limited as part of the punishment she was going to give you. 

Laying you on the bed, she gathers a few trinkets she has found. Including a sewing kit. She looked over your body and stripped you of your canvas dress. She laced the rope around your arms and fastened them to the rusty bars above your head. Angrily, she stares, thinking of the things she is going to do to you when you wake up. She growls and pounces on top of you, grabbing your legs and putting them together. She takes more rope from your boat and wraps your thighs and ankles, rendering you unable to walk. 

Now comes the painful part; She threads the thread through the eye of the needle and pinches the skin of your thigh. Carefully she puts the needle through your skin, puncturing through the layers mercilessly. As she pulls the thread through the hole in your skin, she meticulously sews your legs together in an intricate zig-zag shape from your left leg to your right leg. Once she gets to just above the rope around your ankles she hums at her work, making sure that you won’t be able to pull the thread out of your legs, even if you tried as hard as you could. 

Waving her hand takes away the power keeping you unconscious, and she makes her way out of the cave, not wanting to hear your screams as you realize what she had done to you. Of course, she loved to hear you scream, but not in pain. It was never meant to be this way. If you had just listened and stayed where you were put, this never would have happened. As she transforms into her mermaid form, she dives into the ocean to cool off as she was much too angry to argue with you, worried she would kill you in the snap of a finger if you said the wrong thing to her. 

You started to come to, becoming more and more aware of your surroundings by the second. Once again, you tried to move, only to be stopped by the ropes around your wrists, but there was much more than what was done to you last time. You looked to the source of the tension of your legs and your panic set in. Screams of pain and horror echoed through the cave, tears and sobs were heard for miles outside of the cave, and Wanda was nowhere near where she could hear them. 

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More than a few hours later, your sobs had calmed to nothing more than whimpers. Your legs were screaming in pain, blood dripping from each of the holes Wanda's needle had made, soaking the thread and keeping them together. You closed your eyes, hoping that someone would find you, help you, kill you. But your wishes were only met with more fear.

As Wanda entered the cave, she had a whole net of fish, more shells, and trinkets from the ocean floor, as well as the part of your ship you were going to miss the most: The picture of you, your father, and your mother. It was still in its gold-plated frame, the monotone black and white of the picture still prominent. “I brought you a couple things,” Wanda says, unapologetically. Setting the net down, she places a pink and coral-colored conch shell next to you on the bed, the picture, and what looks like a shell necklace that she put together herself. 

You did not acknowledge her in the slightest. From the moment she walked into the cave, to the moment she begged you to talk to her. She even untied your arms and helped you sit up, but you didn’t say a word. In a fit of rage, she throws your body against the bed, letting you curl against yourself as you try to undo the thread. 

“It's not going to come off. I put a spell on it, and until you talk to me, it will stay that way. Do you understand?” She holds your chin in her hands, her sharp nails digging into your soft, beautiful skin. You whimper in response, tears pooling in your eyes. A few fall, but Wanda is quick to wipe them away as you look up at her. She gives you a soft smile and your brows furrow. This smile is different, it's out of pity, and out of a different type of intent. “Please, say something…” She whispers, tears of her own filling her eyes.

“Wh-why did you do this to me?” You whimper, pulling your hands away from the thread and to your chest to cover yourself. 

“Because you ran away… I told you to stay here, and you disobeyed me. This never would have happened if you just stayed, and enjoyed the sun like I so generously allowed you!”

Her eyes close, and she covers them with her hand. As she removes her hand, she sits down on the bed and her eyes soften as she looks at you. “I never wanted this to happen, love. You are mine, but I never wanted to hurt you.” 

"All you are is a liar..." You respond, with no emotion in your voice, eyes, or heart. Wanda sighs and helps you sit up once again. 

“My love for you is not a lie.” She says, moving to the floor as your legs drape over the side of the bed. She unties your thighs and ankles, her hands glowing a soft red color. Your legs lose feeling for only a moment, and you watch in awe as the thread is removed without pain or discomfort. It floats out of your skin, and the holes where it once was were closed. “Please forgive me, my little human. I won’t do this unless you make me angry. You won’t be punished if you don’t do something punishable. Do you understand me?” 

You nod softly as the feeling returns to your legs. You stand up, as does Wanda. You stumble at first, but you slowly make your way out of the cave and over to the rock where your chain lay. You wrap the chain around your ankle and hold it up for Wanda to seal with her magic. She looks at you, confused. 

“What are you doing?” She asks. 

You sigh and you hold up your foot again. “Im showing you I can be good. That I can keep a promise of being good.” She understands and seals the lock over the two open links. You stand up again, and you make your way to the water. You have already accepted the fact that will rip the dress off of you when you get back inside anyway, so you stand in the sun, bathing in the warmth as you stand nude. You are grateful that the chain grants you the length to reach the water. 

The waves make you sway slightly, and you close your eyes. Your destiny has proven itself, and you were to stay captive with Wanda. 

Soon enough, day three hundred sixty-five (365) hits and you are smiling with Wanda. Happily letting her devour you every night to her heart's desire, as well as shower you with gifts and jewels she finds on her hunting trips. In a form of trust, you both agree to a collar around your neck. One that claims you as well as keeps you on the island when Wanda is away. It was a way for Wanda to make sure you were safe, and a way for you to feel secure in someone's watch. And if any pirates come to the island, it would notify Wanda if you were in danger. 

She loved to see you in the sun, the jewels around your neck shimmering in the bright sunlight above you. A bright ruby right at the center of your neck, represents the love that Wanda has gifted upon you. Every morning when you woke up in her arms, you felt safe and sound, and no longer in danger of her. Of course, you were never going to make it home to Eleanore, so you threw a bottle with a letter in it into the ocean hoping that it finds her well. 

Yours and Wandas' routine grew every day, her even letting you go for a swim. She would transform into her mermaid form, and you would hold onto her shoulders as she sped through the water at speeds you have never felt before. On other days, she would take you to the edge of the forest above her cave. She told you stories of the cannibals that lived among the trees but willingly agreed to keep on their side of the island and never venture past the river about a mile into the grove of trees. 

You would tell stories of when you sailed with your father and cooked with your mother. Wanda loved to hear about humans and the hobbies or skills you can acquire with the right supplies and practice. She was infatuated with humans just as she was with you. 

One of your favorite things to do with Wanda was lay out on the sand at night, a soft seaweed blanket underneath you both, the water reflecting the moon, and the stars shimmering above you. For every shooting star there was, you would point to it and give Wanda a soft kiss on her cheek, making her smile and return the kiss. That was a nightly ritual you both had and when the both of you had soaked up the moonlight for the perfect amount of time, she would take you inside and make love to you. She would worship you, and care for you. She gave you meaning in a world where you had no one else to be there for. 

She loved you.

Your keeper loves you, yet you love her too.

[flyinghassassin]

Wanda's secret

Summary: You were a police officer and Wanda was a serial killer. She thought you didn't know, but a good investigator knows everything.

Word count: 2200ish

Warnings: violence,dark themes, murder,smut | Minors DNI

Masterlist

2nd part here

After a long day at work,all you wanted was to go home and rest. Sure,being an inspector had its perks: you were highly respected,had more freedom around the Police Department, and preferred access to the coffee maker in the rest zone,but you also had more responsibilities: you had to watch over the new recruits, fill out paperwork, and so on.

So when you finally arrived home, all you wanted to do was eat and rest with your girlfriend, Wanda.

Your face lit up at the thought: Wanda had made chicken paprikash yesterday, and there were still leftovers.

You quickly arrived home and fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door.

"Wanda, honey, I'm home," you said once you entered your house,tossing the keys carelessly in the furniture hall.

You didn't get an answer.

"Wanda, are you here?" You said opening the kitchen door.

The strong corpse smell stenched in your nostrils.

"Oh, Y/N, you're early; what a nice surprise," said Wanda, smiling,blood smearing her face.

On the countertop rested the body of a blonde woman, a little older than Wanda, with several wounds on her body.

"Wanda,what the hell?" You said, moving your hand closer to the holster where your gun was.

"Oh,detka don't worry; it was just that annoying neighbor. What was her name? Margaret? No, that wasn't her name. Maria? No. Martha! That's what her name was. Poor thing," she said. "She didn't see that coming."

Wanda wiped her hands on the kitchen towel.

"It took you a while to figure it out, didn't it?" Wanda laughed darkly.

"You think I didn't know, honey?" You said it with a smile even darker than hers. "I'm the best detective this police department has. You think I wouldn't figure out that my partner is the serial killer who's been killing people who live in my neighborhood for a month?

"What?"

"Honestly, it's cute. My dear girlfriend thought I wouldn't know what she does at night," you said, approaching her. "You're very messy, Wanda. You leave traces that, with a little thinking, could lead me to you."

Wanda's eyes widened.

"Since when did you know?"

"Three weeks or so. I have to admit that at first I didn't think it was you,but your weak alibis,your behavior,coming home so late... led me to think you were the culprit. Now why don't you tell me why you did it, honey? Be a good girl and tell me. I want to hear it from your mouth."

"Uhh," Wanda stammered.

"Hurry up, honey. I don't have all day. I have to clean up the mess you made with Martha. To be honest, I didn't think you would bring a body into our kitchen." you said, pointing to the woman's corpse,which was dripping blood from one of the wounds. "Answer me,dear,why did you kill them?"

"They were too close to you. I couldn't allow it."

"Oh,that's nice. Too jealous? I only have eyes for you, my love." you said grabbing her blood-stained face and kissing her deeply.

Wanda moaned into your mouth and clung her body to yours, her tongue fighting with yours.

You quickly gained dominance and pushed Wanda against the table, starting to kiss her neck, leaving marks.

Wanda tried to grind against you,but she was quickly stopped by your now bloody hands.

"Let's get you cleaned up, honey. You are full of blood," you said, wiping some of the blood from her face with your thumb.

Wanda leaned into your touch,murmuring a soft "okay".

You picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom. You opened the door,pushing it open with your foot, and set Wanda on the floor.

"While I prepare the bathroom, take off your clothes; they are full of blood; I will have to clean them thoroughly to remove all traces of it," you said as you turned on the tap to adjust the temperature.

Wanda nodded and began to undress, leaving her clothes in the corner of the bathroom.

"Do you like what you see?" said Wanda teasingly as she saw your gaze shift to her naked body.

You hummed in appreciation.

"You look better when you're under me,sweetheart."

Wanda blushed slightly,causing a smirk to break out on your face.

"You don't mind killing people,but you blush if I flirt with you? Cute."

"Don't be mean," whined Wanda,crossing her arms.

"It's so easy to tease you," you laughed, bopping her nose.

"Hey!" complained Wanda.

You laughed again and ran your hand under the faucet to test the temperature.

"The bath is ready," you said, getting up. "Go get in the shower; I have to get undressed."

Wanda nodded and stepped into the water,biting her lip as she watched you undress,until she frowned as she saw a bruise on your back.

"Detka,what happened to you there?" said Wanda,looking at the bruise on your back.

"That jerk of Hayward We had joint training with S.W.O.R.D. today." You should be proud to train alongside this great organization. "Asshole," you said, clenching your fists. "They threw me into the ring, and I had to fight one of their pawns. I was beating him, but Hayward decided it couldn't be that way, so he grabbed my foot to make me fall, and I hit one of the corners of the ring."

"And what happened next?" asked Wanda.

"What was going to happen, my love? He's the director of S.W.O.R.D.; if I file a complaint or talk to him, he'll have my head or have me sent to the worst possible department.

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, you won't, Wanda," you said, stepping into the tub and placing yourself behind her, so you could run your hand over her hip. "Things are tense in the department. If you do anything with that asshole, they'll start investigating and end up finding you out,and I can't let that happen."

Wanda grumbled and leaned back against your chest,enjoying the warmth of your body.

You grabbed the bottle of gel with your hands and began to spread it over her body,removing the traces of blood from her arms and hands.

"Use your powers to take the shower head, my love."

"Come again?"

"Your powers, Wanda. I know you have them. You used them to get creative in the killings."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a very good investigator; I've told you that. I'm a little disappointed that you kept that from me too, love; we'll have to talk about this later. Maybe I should discipline you."

Wanda moaned softly, but she did as you asked,and with her powers, she brought the shower head closer.

"Turn on the faucet so I can wash your head."

Wanda nodded,and with a flick of her wrist,water began to gush,wetting her hair as you rubbed it,causing it to grow lather.

When you finished soaping her, Wanda turned the shower head back on to wash her hair while you cleaned your body.

Wanda sighed contentedly and leaned back against your chest.

A smirk crossed your face.

Your fingers began to trace the skin of her thighs,down to her knee, and up inside her thighs.

"Detka, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice faltering.

"Me? I don't do anything, honey," you replied, kissing her neck and leaving marks. "I'm just helping you clean yourself."

Wanda whined and bucked her hips.

"Be still," you said, grabbing her hip with one hand while the other went up and down her leg. "I remind you that after all the secrets you've kept from me, I'm going to have to discipline you. I don't think you want the punishment to be any worse,do you?" You added,sucking on her earlobe gently.

Wanda groaned and shook her head.

"That's no good to me. Tell me with words."

"N-N-No, I'm sorry," said Wanda, moaning.

"Good girl," you said, moving your fingers where she needed you most.

"Please,do something," moaned Wanda.

"Now you're bossing me around, Wanda," you tsked. "That's not what I want, is it?" You said that, running your fingers over her crotch.

"I'm sorry, please do something; I'll be good," begged Wanda.

"That's what I like to hear," you praised.

Your fingers quickly moved to her center, pressing lightly on her clitoris, making her moan and move her hips toward your fingers, seeking some friction.

"But there's a big problem, Wanda," you said, leaving hickeys on her neck.

"W-What's wrong?"

"You lied to me. Good girls don't do that, right?" you replied,pulling your fingers away.

"P-Please."

"Your charms aren't going to work this time." You said, taking your fingers stained with her slick into her mouth. "Clean them up."

Wanda nodded and cleaned your fingers with her tongue skillfully,leaving them clean.

"Let's get out of the tub,sweetheart. Tomorrow, we'll talk about this. I'll take care of the body; you go to sleep," you said, getting out of the tub and giving Wanda your hand to help her.

You kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen to get some gloves,and after getting rid of the corpse and cleaning the blood off Wanda's and your clothes,you got into bed,hugging Wanda.

"Good night, love."

"Good night, detka."

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You were awakened by someone moving your body from side to side.

You groaned and opened your eyes, finding Wanda sitting on your stomach.

"Wanda, it's 3 in the morning; what's wrong?"

"I have a present for you; I think you'd like to see it."

"Okay,give me two minutes," you said, sitting up in bed and streching your arms.

You put on your sneakers and followed Wanda, who took you to the basement.

"Behind that door is your present, detka".

You nodded and opened the door.

What you found made a dark smirk cross your face.

In a chair,bound and bruised,with a blindfold on his eyes, was Hayward.

"Do you like the gift?"

"It's a very nice gift,honey,but I told you it wasn't very safe for you to go for it."

"Don't worry,I used my powers and fooled everyone. To the people who were in the department with Hayward, it'll look like he went on a trip."

"Good plan, love. Time to have a little fun with him, don't you think?"

Wanda nodded enthusiastically, a dark smile marking her face.

You walked over to him and pulled down his blindfold.

"Hello,Hayward."

"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?" Untie me! This bitch has me tied up; you've gotta do something!"

His face contorted in pain as you punched him hard in the nose.

"Don't you dare talk about my girlfriend like that, asshole," you said, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and punching him again.

"W-what?"

"Poor Hayward,he's dumber than I thought," Wanda said, laughing.

"Indeed, he is," you replied. "You want to have some fun with love? I've to get some things ready."

Wanda nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek, approaching Haywood with a menacing smile.

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You returned to the basement after a quarter of an hour,with your gun in your holster and wiggling a kitchen knife with your fingers.

In the chair was Hayward,whimpering and with several cuts and bruises adorning his face.

"You're here, love!" Wanda was looking up at you,her face streaked with blood.

You hummed in agreement.

"I had to grab a couple of things."

"Don't worry, he's still alive, so you'll have your fun."

You smiled and walked over to him,leaving your gun on a tray with other tools but keeping the knife with you.

"Please, Y/N, don't do this," whimpered Hayward.

"You're not in a position to command right now," you said, tracing the edge of the knife across his face,causing blood to spurt from a new wound.

Hayward whimpered again, begging you to let him go.

"You know Hayward? Cheating in the fight wasn't very nice. I could have ended up seriously injured. It doesn't sound like much fun to me, does it?"

"Please," Hayward pleaded again.

"Let me show you how it could have ended," you said, sticking the knife in his back and turning it around, right where you had your bruise.

Hayward screamed in pain,so you quickly removed the knife from his back and pressed it against his throat,causing blood to start dripping.

"Scream again, and I'll slit your throat."

Hayward nodded in fear and closed his mouth.

You walked over to the table where you had left your gun and picked it up,leaving the knife in its place.

"Wanda, honey,have you ever killed anyone with a gun?"

Wanda shook her head,walking over to you.

"Well, today will be your first time," you said, grabbing her with your hand and pulling her closer to Haywood.

Haywood's face filled with fear, and he began to whimper.

Wanda stood in front of him, and you stood behind her, handing her the gun and placing your hand on top of hers.

"Now you put your finger on the trigger" you said,bringing her hand to the trigger and placing your forefinger next to hers "And you shoot".

Haywood's pleas ceased as a shot went through his head.

"Good girl," you praised

Wanda smiled in response and turned to kiss you,putting the gun down.

"Use your powers to dispose of the body, honey," you said between kisses. "Send it to a garbage disposal or some active volcano,where they can't find it."

Wanda,with a flick of her wrist, made the body disappear and looked at you with a deranged smile on her face.

"I didn't know this side of you,Y/N."

"Oh,honey,there are a lot of things about me you don't know,and I plan to show you all of them."

[ahhhwomen]

Not A Toy?

Trigger Happy AU

Part 3

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Ik ik, everything has been written in very excruciating detail so far, this one being no exception, but I promise I'm going to up the speed and intensity very soon. Also, I am sorry if this one is a bit rushed, I just wanted to get it out there. Def not my favorite chapter...

Disclaimer: English is not my first language; all mistakes are my own.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI 18+

Warnings Part 3: Mommy kink, stalker Wanda, kidnapping (?), slightly stupid reader

Summary: Maybe you are more to Wanda than just a Toy.

Word Count: 1157

Your apartment had never been the best. When you moved in, months prior, that much became apparent. It was filthy, small, and there were large gaps between some of the floorboards. However, money was tight after you were cut off from your family, and the neighborhood wasn’t the worst. So, you took what you could.

You had lived there for all of 2 weeks before you got a roommate. In those 2 weeks, you tried to make it more pleasant and feel more like home. You got a carpet to hide the large gaps, you moved the furniture to make it feel like more space, and you deep cleaned.

As you came to learn, Jessica didn’t care much for that sort of stuff. Between college, working a part-time job, having a boyfriend, and loving parties, Jessica was barely even there. She had never bothered to do much around the apartment, she never cleaned, and never took any interest in changing things around.

It's therefore safe to say you are a bit confused as you take in the scene in front of you.

Why is your coach upside down?

You have no clue how you didn’t see it until now. It wasn’t like you, you had always praised yourself on your observation skills.

That damn policewoman was doing a number on you.

You are just about to pull your phone out when you hear a creak, another issue with the floorboards. The sound came from Jessica's room.

Your apartment has felt off ever since you came home, but now it feels like you are somewhere else entirely. Suddenly everything was colder, and your skin prickles with chills.

Your feet slowly inch closer to Jessica's door, trying to stay silent, and your hands push gently on the handle. Sweat runs down your back and you hold your breath, the tension is heavy in the air. With the handle down, you being to put a slight weight into the door. The door creaks open to reveal….

Nothing.

Your eyes scan the room, everything the same as when you left this morning. You let out a shaky breath, relieved, you close the door again.  

You remind yourself to send a quick text to your roommate about the furniture rearrangement before you walk back to the bathroom.

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Wanda bites back a groan as the door presses lightly against her. She can hear your hands shaking against the handle.

She had meant to get out before you came home, but you turn out to be a fast walker.

After her work was done for the day Wanda had spent a substantial amount of time tracking this roommate of yours. She was a busy girl. She worked at a local diner most of the week but had Mondays and Wednesdays off. She hung out with her boyfriend, that lived 2 blocks away, almost every day. She took a liking to people, always having to be around someone. She seemed to be your complete opposite.

By what intel Wanda gathered, you were a quiet girl, who liked to keep to yourself. You were sweet and always willing to help, but large groups of people made you uncomfortable.

You were perfect. Well-mannered, sweet, lonely. A good girl.

Hers.

Wanda is good at hiding her less savory side. Obsessive behavior never looked good on paper. She had only ever allowed herself to indulge in smaller doses. However, Wanda couldn’t just fuck this urge out with a random pretty girl she picked up like she was used to.

No.

Wanda needed you.

She needs to have you, nurse you, fuck you. She needs to hold you, have you wrapped around her like the little kitten you are. Hers, and only hers.

She just needed to push you a little.

So, she did what anyone would do, and began staging her crime scene.

Your apartment wasn’t exactly big, so how would a big fight play out in such a small space? Wanda was testing your living room when she heard your keys jingle in the hallway.

“I’m home!”

Wanda smiled a little.

You must have been so sleepy. There was a little crack in the door Wanda could look at you through, and you walked right passed the flipped coach and started getting your dinner ready. Wanda had to hold back a disapproving sigh as you picked up a microwavable dinner.

You were a growing girl who requires proper sustenance. Not, whatever was in those plastic tubs.

As the timer on the microwave counted down, you looked lost in thought. Wanda wondered what you were thinking about as your teeth sank into your lip, your scrunched-up nose indicating you were worried. Wanda's hands griped the door, if something was bothering her girl, it bothered Wanda.

Luckily you snapped out of it rather fast and got to eating.

You occur to be quite the messy eater. It was adorable the way you would huff in annoyance as the table became smothered in your mess.

Wanda made a mental note to always feed you on a mat. She didn’t want her floors to be stained like your table was.

You stood up.

Wanda couldn’t get a proper view of the bathroom from where she stood. She had intended on moving just a little bit to the left when her foot hit a loose tile.

Shit!

Wanda could hear you try to sneak over to the door, and she saw the handle slowly move downwards. If she made even the tiniest of noises Wanda knew the gig would be over. She pressed herself into the wall and held her breath.

You paused for a second when the door was almost all the way open. Wanda could hear you sigh. Then close the door again.

You make your way back to the bathroom.

Wanda stands there baffled for a second before sneaking out when she picks up the water running.

Who doesn’t open the door all the way when they think an intruder is in the house?

You just have to be happy it was only Wanda.

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“SOMEONE PLEASE!” The filth sobs as her voice echoes back to her.

Wanda smirks.

Don’t worry, it will all be over very soon.

[shallyouobeyme]

Dream

Yandere!/Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Left alone with nightmares and pictures of your loved ones dying when you close your eyes, you're trying your best to leave the woman you had secretly loved and who had turned into an evil witch and died behind you, but maybe - just maybe - she doesn't want to let you...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: Dark content, mentions of previous murders, MoM Spoilers(?), Blood (Mentioned), Yandere, _This is all just fiction, I do not condone this!

Bea: Okay, so this is loosely based on a scene from a fanfiction I abandoned when I was like 15. It was honestly a giant cringe-fest, but this one scene never left my mind for long so I decided to recycle it into something my current messed-up self will enjoy. This is also day one of my writetober so check it out. Enjoy.

Falling asleep had become a chore for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw death. Either the death of Pietro back in Sokovia, the death of Vision and of so many other Avengers. Rrecently the death of the only person you had ever truly loved had joined the list. Wanda was gone and a part of you knew that it was better this way, that everything she had done to Stephen, to the people of the other universe, after what she had tried to do to America, you were well aware that she hadn’t been the woman you’d secretly been in love with for years now anymore. But that part was frighteningly tiny. Most of you still felt agonizing grief. You had decided to stay with Stephen and America, after all, they were the only ones who had been with you when you had seen that other universe. The only one on your trip that you had been sad to leave behind. A universe where you and Wanda had been happy together. In love. Married.

A universe that you had wished for for many years. One that Wanda destroyed in her attempt to get to America. You had seen with your own eyes how she had taken ahold of that Universes Wanda and ripped the heart right out of your universe-equivalent chest when she tried to talk some sense into who she thought to be her wive. That was probably the death that hunted you the most. Not because you had seen yourself die, but because you had realized then and there that this woman wasn’t Wanda anymore, that this woman was the Scarlet Witch and that she seemingly had no emotions left for the friendship you had once shared. America had known immediately what you were thinking because she took your hand and shook her head as if to tell you that it Wanda anymore, that it wasn’t Wanda who was trying to - who actually kind of had killed you. This understanding only increased when you finally opened up to her about your feelings for the witch, she encouraged Stephen to let you stay with them and did her very best to cheer you up every single day to get you to crawl out of the dark hole you had found yourself stuck in.

That doesn’t help with the sleeping issue though. Lately, you had resorted to letting Wong put a light sleeping spell on you that would keep you from experiencing any dream-like state and basically made you just fall asleep and immediately wake up about six hours later. Which is why you were especially confused when you woke up in a sunflower field. You immediately knew that you must be dreaming because this wasn’t just some random sunflower field, as you looked around you could see the little cabin beside a lake, the mountain range opposite it and the tree with the swing. Obviously, there were some biological reasons why this couldn’t exist in real life, but the more obvious factor was that you had seen this from a different perspective a hundred times. Every single time you had walked into your room in the Compley you had seen this landscape on your wall. Wanda and you had been lazily hanging out in your room one weekend back when everything was still okay (or as okay as it had ever been) when you had told her that you had been thinking of painting something on the wall to make the space more personal and she had immediately loved the idea. Two days (and 500$ of Tony’s money) later there was a definitely amature made, but exceptionally beautiful in your eyes with Wanda and your name intertwined in the corner. You had joked that one day you’d live in a cabin there and the people in the town nearby would think the two of you were an old married couple. Just that you hadn’t really joked, you had hoped. You had dreamt of it often back in the day, but ever since Thanos, it had turned into a nightmare sooner or later, the flowers rotting, the cabin burning, the lake filling with blood, etc. This is why you were doing your best to try and wake yourself up again, not mentally stable enough to live through another nightmare like that. Just that none of the tactics were working. You had to try something else, or at least you were planning to do so, but when you stood up to look around, suddenly something changed. You looked down at yourself where before there was your pyjamas, but now there was the exact outfit you had worn on a night out years ago before you had known Wanda and Vision had a thing going on where you had planned to confess your feelings to her but had chickened out. “Hello, Darling,” a voice called out from behind you. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turned around and saw her. She looked exactly as you remember, wearing that beautiful maroon dress that she had already worn that night. For a second it was like nothing had ever happened, but then reality caught up to you. This was a dream. She was dead.

Since you knew that this had to be a dream you tried to use whatever lucid dreaming tips you had heard in your life and clenched your eyes shut, repeating “This is all a Dream” again and again. “Love-” you hadn’t heard her coming closer, obviously, it was a dream no logic had to apply, but the hand that cupped your cheeks still startled you, “-please look at me.” Against all reasoning you obliged her and when you looked into her beautiful eyes you couldn’t help but want to kiss her, just to have one last sweet memory of her left. As if reading your mind she leaned forward and put her lips on yours. She pulled you towards her and stole your breath. You were melting into her and it felt so, so, very real that the fact that all of it was a dream became hazy. At least until you saw her kissing Vision in your head in what seemed to be a last-ditch attempt of your brain to make you wake up. You pulled away and shook your head frantically. “No, no, this isn’t right, you’re with vision, just because I love you doesn’t mean you love me too… Or loved me, I guess because you’re dead, I saw it-” “You’re wrong.” “-with my own eyes. You died and you didn’t love me.” “Princessa, you’re wrong,” Wanda raised her voice slightly and you turned to her automatically. “I saw you die, Wanda, you’re dead.” “That’s not the thing you’re wrong about,” she sighed and came closer to you again, you wanted to step back, but found yourself unable to. It was like your feet were cemented onto the earth below you, “I might have died, but I loved you, I always did, I just didn’t realize until I saw that woman in that parallel universe, their version of me married to their version of you, living the life I wanted, not only having my children but also the spouse of my dreams. It wasn’t vision, vision was what I thought I deserved because you were always so pure, so fantastic, too good for me. But that fake-me made me realize that it’s not about what I deserve, it’s about what you need, you need someone to properly love and protect you. You need me, so how fortunate that you love me already.” Not quite able to process what she was saying you tried your waking-up tactics again before this turned even more nightmarish. You were distracted though when Wanda took you into a dancing position, putting your head against her and your body suddenly started dancing in sync with her without any input of your own. “Too bad that Stephen was already after me, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you safe in peace. He was a threat. But he would stop as soon as he thought he’d been victorious. He had to think I died and so I did. For a while at least-” you would have grown stiff in shock and fear if your body had still been listening to you, instead, you kept slightly swinging through the flower field with Wanda, “-It cost me a lot of Magic, but it was worth it. I’ll recover and then I’ll be able to get you into an actual little cabin at a lake, just like we always talked about, until then I’ll still be able to be with you in your dreams, where it’s just us two. Maybe we can start on making you actually believe that I love you, hmm, once we manage that we can move on to helping you accept me as your protector, okay? For now, I’ll just keep the bad dreams away, just you and me and the sunflowers.” Your body stopped swinging and even though you felt the control returning to your limbs you wouldn’t be able to do anything, frozen in shock. Wanda kissed you one more time before you suddenly shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It took you a few minutes to calm down your heart from the excessive fear that was still lingering. You decided not to go back to sleep and made a note to ask Wong if he had an idea why his spell didn’t work as you made your way into the library where you assumed Stephen was wasting the night away over books, trying to ignore the fact that you could still feel the kiss on your lip, feel the stiffness in your joints that you had only ever felt in the afterwards of Wanda controlling you and the fact that you still felt her presence in your subconscious.

[wandamaximoo]

You Don't Have to Pretend 3

Paring: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Established Kidnapping, Attempted Suicide, Dark!Wanda, Mind Manipulation, Mind Control

Summary: An escape attempt failed, Wandas plan being set into motion

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 and Part 2

Y/n's Pov

Wanda was sat beside me with a small smirk as I ate her delicious paprikash. It tasted just like I remembered from years ago.. Before the blip before she went insane.. before when we were friends and I had a crush on her..

"You're such a good girl, aren't you? You'll be my good girl from now on right y/n?" Wanda mumbled into my ear before she started stroking my thigh

I swallowed another bite before I hesitantly opened my mouth. "...why did you do this, Wanda?" I asked, setting the spoon down, Wanda sighed, clearly disappointed by the question, and her hand stilled

"Because I love you y/n, the world doesn't deserve your pure soul.." She smiled at me and picked up the spoon opting to feed me herself "Eat up please, I don't want you to die my love" She told me and I slowly opened my mouth to let her feed me, I felt a little drowsy no doubt Wanda's doing either she's used her powers on me again or the paprikash is drugged.

"What was her name?" I asked quietly after swallowing the food she had fed me, Wanda frowned and took my hand, holding it up enough so I saw the ring she had created

"See this ring, baby? It's the ring I gave you. You are mine. Not hers. Or anyone else's, Mine." Wanda said lowly, all because I asked what her name was. but I knew I was someone's girlfriend… was I? My mind felt fogged up and mushy.

"I'm sorry wanda…" I apologised looking down at my lap

"I know, sweet, it's okay. I forgive you!" She smiled and then got up from the table. "You eat up, okay? I'm gonna go check something, be good baby," She told me, then walked out of the cabin, I pushed the bowl away and got up from the table

Trying to escape would surely be futile, Wanda has no doubt taken me somewhere only she'd be able to find so if I can't escape I'd escape a different way, killing myself. I've had enough anyway, in the past 5 years I've tried to kill myself only once, I was stopped by…. Kathy? No no… her name was something different.. but she saved me and promised if I lived to the next Thursday we'd go out and watch any movie I wanted, and that's how she saved me. We ended up dating and then founded an animal shelter together… I think

I walked into the kitchen and went through the drawers until I found a large knife, I took it and went to the bathroom where I locked the door, and I sat by the bathtub.

I started off by cutting my wrists, then along my arms, and then I shakily pulled the knife away and stabbed it into my abdomen, I muffled my scream with the hoodie I was wearing.

I slumped down against the bath letting the knife stick out for a moment before I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it out drawing another scream from myself, there was a small pool of blood starting to form on the floor and I smiled to myself letting my head lull to the side, then I heard wanda enter the house

"Y/n?" she called out, I didn't Answer, the longer it takes her to find me, the less time she has to attempt to save me. "Y/n!" I heard her hurried footsteps go around the small cabin until she tried the bathroom door "y/n, open the door" her voice was calm but even if I wanted to, which I don't. I couldn't open the door.

"No.." I slurred slightly, my eyes felt heavier

"Fine." Wanda grumbled before the door handle went red, and the door opened to reveal Wanda. When she saw what I had done, she looked horrified "y/n...Oh my god- what did you do?!" She asked fanatically

"What I should have done a long, long time ago," I mumbled, letting my tired and heavy eyes meet hers. She had tears in her eyes

"No." She shook her head and placed her hands on my abdomen, letting them glow red. Within seconds, my wound was nonexistent. "You aren't dying y/n." She shook her head and lifted her hands to my arms. "I won't let you." She breathed out, and just like my stomach, my arms were healed, not even a scar was left

Wanda pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly. "I've lost too much y/n, promise you won't ever do that again!!" She begged, and I felt her tears wet my shoulder

"I- ….I promise Wanda," I whispered and hugged her back. Then I felt her heads come up to my temples, and before I could pull away, my mind was invaded with magic.

"Come on, let's go watch some sitcoms," I suggested, pulling Wanda up off the floor. I don't know why my wife was crying on the bathroom floor, but I know sitcoms and cuddles always cheer her up.

"Y/n.." Wanda said a little hesitantly as she tugged my hand, preventing me from leaving the bathroom,

"Yes, love?" I looked back at her with a soft smile

"I love you, y/n," she smiled and kissed me, and I giggled a little

"I love you too wands, let's go cuddle and watch your favourite episode of dick van dyke before I start making us dinner" I said after we pulled apart, wanda seemed content with that because she let me take her to our bedroom

I got into bed then held my arms open for her, but she got in and pulled me into her. "I just need to hold you, to be sure this is real.." she murmured into my ear, and I turned my head to face her a little

"Of course, this is real wands. We are married, love." I laughed a little, and she smiled

"...I know…." She whispered then turned on the TV and put on Dick Van Dyke

Wanda's Pov

Everything was finally in place. y/n was safe and sound in my arms while she slept and nobody could bother us, I hated having to use my magic on her like I did but she went as far as attempting to kill herself, I couldn't let her do that and I certainly won't let her die.

I felt her shift, then turn to face me. "Shall we go make dinner?" She asked in an adorable sleep filled voice

"Can we scrap dinner and go straight to dessert?" I murmured into her ear. She grinned and shook her head

"Later" She told me while playfully slapping my arm before she got up, I sighed and she laughed "stay in bed if you want wands, I'll go make dinner for us it's okay" She said softly kissing my forehead but my gut twisted when my mind casted back to her laying on the bathroom floor, pale and almost dead with that kitchen knife I had been so stupid to lave accessible.

"No, I'll get up" I told her as I got up and quickly walked after her, she shrugged and pulled out some carrots and a knife "I'll do that, you cook the pasta?" I said, using my powers to take the knife from her hand

"Okay, you silly goose!" She agreed and I was thankful, I watched her place the pasta into boiling water and I felt calmer then I started chopping up the carrots, the mice was already cooked thankfully so I made the sauce and y/n kept watching the pasta

"Pasta is ready," She told me, taking it off the hob and draining the water and pasta into a strainer

Y/n took put the plates and put the pasta in it while I mixed the mice with the tomato sauce and carrots, when I turned around y/n put a little bit of tomato purèe on my nose

"Pffttt." She put a hand over her mouth as she laughed, and I shook my head and laughed along with her as I added our mice to our spaghetti. Y/n then took the plates and sat them at the table. She waited for me to sit down, and then she slid into my lap happily, "Best seat in the world." She whispered into my ear before she started to eat

As we ate dinner I couldn't help but feel excited, we'd finally start our family tonight, and with the boys I know she'd never leave even if she did get out of the mind control, but all I did was make her see that I love her.

Main Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

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Drabbles

emo!Wanda x Emo!Fem!Reader Music exchange

The Widow's Shadow Drabble (Natasha Romanoff x Enhanced!Stark!Fem!Reader) 18+

Corruption (Fallen Angels!Wandanat x Angel!fem!reader)

Let The World Burn (Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Infatuated!Avenger!Fem!Reader)

Too Much (Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Autistic!GN!reader)

For You I'd Do Anything (Queen!Wanda Maximoff x Knight!fem!reader)

In Safe Hands (Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x sub!fem!reader)

The Monsters Gone (Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x little!GN!reader)

Waiting On Them (Doms!CarolVal x sub!fem!reader)

A Walk in the (Amusement) Park (Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x autistic!fem!reader)

A Night With You (Police Officer!Natasha Romanoff x criminal!fem!reader)

Talk to Me (Mommy!Wanda x fem!reader)

To Care For You (Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x sub!fem!reader, Dom!Natasha x sub!fem!reader(platonic))

[serinewee]

emo Wands✨ (reup) idk why my old tumblr doesn't get any notifications so i moved to this one

[imaginedanvrs]

some dark!wandanat thoughts :)

dark!wandanat who have an entire floor of the Avengers tower to themselves and decide that that's the best place to keep you

dark!wandanat who know there will be a bit of a teething period when you first arrive but realise very early on that neither of them actually have the patience to let you adjust

dark!wandanat who love when you cower from them but hate how desperately you try to escape and beg to leave

dark!wandanat who tell you every day, for as long as it takes to set in, that this is your life now. that they are your life now

dark!wandanat who love to play good cop bad cop just to fuck with your head. nat is cruel, sadistic and calculating and it makes it so much easier to run into wanda's arms because she's one of the most affectionate and doting people you've ever met. except for when she doesn't feel like it anymore

dark!wandanat who sometimes switch up their roles just because they can. natasha making, and sometimes feeding, you your favourite meal just after wanda gave you a split lip and threatened to break every bone in your body and kick you out

dark!wandanat who you eventually believe are your saviours, your guardian angels, your gods, because they give you everything and you were once a selfish brat for throwing it back in their faces

dark!wandanat who have god knows how many complexes that you'll never be able to navigate or understand, setting you up for failure and punishment because you can't do what they never tell you to

dark!wandanat who adore the sight of you crying and use your tears to wet their hands before the spank you, making it hurt that much more because weakness is pain, and thats why you need them to protect you

dark!wandanat who fuck you simultaneously and it's not too much if it's what they want

dark!wandanat who have an excessive corruption kink that opens you up to experiences you didn't even know about, making it too easy to convince you whats normal and what's expected

dark!wandanat who never hesitate to use their weapons on you. wanda adores the sight of her red whisps wrapped around your limbs to keep you in place just as nat loves watching you gag on her guns

dark!wandanat who love you like you've never been loved before

dark!wandanat who know what's best for you

dark!wandanat who know what you want, even if you don't know yourself

[steves-sub]

Submissive Sunflower

Summary: While Team Cap hides from the world, they take you in to be their permanent submissive, whether you like it or not.

Warning(s): Dark!Team Cap, MINOR DNI Smut, Non-con, Hypnosis, Dom/Sub, Drugging, Kidnapping, will add more later on.

MASTERLIST

Prologue

the Flower Shop Invite

Time for Action

[wandanatskitten]

That trailer you wrote…? PLEASE GIVE US MOREEEEE I AMMM BEGGINGGG ON MY KNEEESSS AAAAHHHHHH

Idk how long this was in my inbox so sorry. I’m still figuring all this out. Like I need to learn how to make a masterlist 😩🙄

BUT YES!!! I know a lot of people like that little story I created. I just went over it and I will create a full scene from it. Maybe turn it into an AU. But I will have a story out at the end of the week for everyone.

Trailer- For those who want to read it