#dark!wanda

Of course, you recognized that look on her face—that look of pure desperation, of pure carnivorous need for you, nervous and impatient and dialed and lustrous. Wanda was not good at hiding it, not in the least bit. You could see right through her, which was something she was not used to, for in her view it was always the other way around. You could not boast her telekinetic powers, yet you flipped through the pages of her brain like a mastermind, fingers dog-earing the pages you knew tortured her most.

Wanda licked her lips discreetly, casting a shine on their soft pink surface. This was an act easily overlooked by everyone else at the table, but you knew exactly what it meant. It meant that she was getting needier and needier for you, getting so riled up to the point of near drooling. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, took a rushed sip of her drink and nearly spilled it. She’d been like this all night, ever since you leaned up on those little tiptoes of yours and whispered something so disgustingly unrepeatable in her ear in that innocent little voice you knew she loved.

It also didn’t help that now your foot was reaching under the table and massaging her enhanced cock over her pants. Wanda’s face twitched each time you stroked your foot up the inside of her thigh and right to the bulge in her crotch, the hard flat of your shoe digging as delicately as it could onto her.

You were sitting at a table surrounded by Wanda’s friends, all caught up in their own conversation, all completely unaware of the torture you were mercilessly laying on Wanda under the table.

Red hair curtaining her face and darkening her eyes, Wanda leaned her elbow on the table and rubbed her fist over her mouth, letting her teeth graze her knuckles. The great thing, and the twisted thing about it, was that Wanda could stop you if she wanted to. She was taller than you, stronger than you, undoubtedly more powerful than you. Wanda’s magic allowed her the ability to do whatever she wanted to you, or to anyone, for that matter. Most people feared her and avoided ticking her off like their lives depended on it because if she was in a bad mood, it certainly could.

Wanda could control your mind and make you stop. She could simply reach down and push your foot off her. You weren’t forcing anything on her.

She liked it.

You realized early on in your relationship that although Wanda puts up a front of nonchalant dominance and power, there was a part deep inside her that fed off the opposite. With you, and only you, Wanda let herself have no power. She let herself be vulnerable, be manipulated, be used. She let you have all the control. Only you.

And with that power she gave you, came great responsibility. And you used it to the best of your ability to absolutely positively torture the fuck out of this woman at every chance you got.

A grin shocked your face when Wanda’s face started to turn noticeably red. She squirmed in her chair as everyone else continued with their conversations and their eating and drinking, while Wanda’s cock bulged painfully at the fabric of her pants. She cursed herself for wearing sweatpants even though all her friends demanded that they dress cozy for their little casual dinner.

Wanda’s green eyes slowly rose to you, and there was a mix of desperation in them and also a tint of red. A warning.

You laughed out loud.

The red in her eyes faded as she looked around to make sure no one heard you laugh, a look of defeat coming over her face before that desperation came back again. Please stop, she communicated to you in your mind, her tender voice ricocheting off the walls of your brain. You winced a little—it still stung every time she used her powers on you after not using them for a while. She rarely did.

Why? you responded in your head, focusing all your energy on making your inner voice loud enough for her to hear. You could always feel it when she was inside your head. She didn’t like the power it gave her, so she rarely used it, but there was always a slight buzzing in your head when Wanda was in it. I love seeing you get so needy for me. What, you don’t like it?

You dug your shoe harder into her, and she almost squeaked.

I can’t… It almost hurts… Please- Everyone’s here- In public- It feels too good- I need you…

Wanda was losing her train of thought, her ideas coming out in punctuated, nearly incoherent sentences in your head. You smirked—she was going fuzzy for you. That was exactly where you wanted her.

Finally, you slowly released your foot from her crotch, letting your shoe drag along the inside of her leg until you finally dropped it. Wanda sighed in relief and took another shaky sip of her drink to cover it. Turning slightly away from everyone, she fiddled with the fabric of her pants, trying to cover the hard-on you’d mercilessly given her.

When dinner ended and your friends finally all got in their cars and left the restaurant parking lot that was now empty beside Wanda’s car, Wanda was on you.

Hands grabbing your hips, Wanda pushed you against the side of her car, instantly pressing her body onto you. You felt her cock against your hip, still hard, getting harder. She dug her hips against you as her lips devoured yours, slowly letting herself start to grind on you.

“Mmm-Wanda,” you murmured into her mouth before she shoved her tongue into yours, grinding herself so much onto you that she was basically humping you against her car in this empty parking lot. “Wanda, stop.”

“Mmmh-mmh,” she hummed into your mouth, panting breathlessly, her hands going to your jeans and trying to tug them down.

“Wanda, no,” you said with a laugh, using firm grip to shove her hands away from you. You knew that if you weren’t firm with her, she would fuck you right here in this public lot against her car. The thought was hot, but the federal offense wasn’t.

“Please,” she begged, pulling your hand down to her crotch and making you feel her. “I need you. It hurts. Pleaseeeee.” She went in for a kiss again, but you gently pushed her face away from yours.

“You have to wait until we get home, baby,” you told her, watching her eyes immediately widen in disbelief. To be fair, it was a half hour drive home.

“What?! No, please, just suck me off in the car,” she exclaimed, pushing herself harder onto you. As insistent as she was, that was exactly what you wanted her to be when you were building her up all through dinner.

“Nuh-uh, get in the car. You have to wait until we get home,” you said firmly, giving her some gentle taps on her cheek and ignoring the incredibly pouty look on her face as you made your way to the passenger side of the car.

Huffing, Wanda obeyed and got in the driver’s seat. You knew it was evil, physically working her up for hours just to make her wait even longer for release, but as much as she huffed and groaned, it only made her all the more desperate for you.

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Your hand on Wanda’s shoulder pushed her onto the couch of the little apartment you shared. It was a cozy place which Wanda let you have full control over decorating, though you embedded a touch of her in everything. The wallpaper, appearing to be a pretty white and red floral pattern, was actually encrypted with runes. The couch, a nostalgic green and yellow plaid, was actually the same pattern as the shirt Wanda was wearing when you first met. All the kitchen spatulas and ladles were red silicone after her signature color, and watercolor paintings of different kinds of witches hung on the walls. It was your sacred space together.

Wanda landed on the couch with a huff, and you immediately straddled her, throwing one leg over her lap and nestling down as you held your hand behind your back. Wanda perked when she heard a familiar metal clink coming from behind you when you sat down on her. Smirking, you brought your hand in front of you, revealing the pair of handcuffs.

“Baby, no,” she instantly growled, her hands grabbing your wrists. She hated when you cuffed her so that she couldn’t touch you, not for the lack of control, but because not touching you was incredibly hard for her.

“Baby, yes,” you responded with a smirk, waiting for her to let go of your wrists so you could do what you needed to do. When she didn’t, you merely lifted your brow, eyes hardening.

Wanda looked at you with pleading in her eyes which also flickered to the silver shine of the handcuffs, her wrists buzzing as they remembered the cold, hard embrace of them. Finally, she gave in, slowly letting go of your wrists.

“That’s it,” you whispered with a sharp grin. “You listen so well.”

Wanda’s soft cheeks blushed a gentle maroon as she instinctively put her wrists behind her back and leaned forward, letting her chin rest on your shoulder. You could feel how warm her body was, so close to you.

Leaning forward, you cuffed her wrists behind her back and guided her to sit back against the couch properly. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you asked in an innocent tone as you moved to get up, letting your knee brush the thing in her pants that indeed was very hard.

The maroon in her cheeks deepened. Wanda watched you, her red hair slightly covering her lips which were already agape and letting out measured, heavy breaths. You stood before her, letting your knees touch her bent ones, and pulled your shirt over your head. Wanda’s eyes followed you the way a lion follows its prey, tracking every little movement, totally locked in for the kill, nostrils flaring with the scent of blood. There was no mistaking that where dominance lacked in Wanda, lust replaced it. If you didn’t make her follow your rules, you were sure she would be fucking you every minute of the day with her enhanced strap.

While you had spent working Wanda up all night, you had also worked up yourself. You could feel the wetness in your underwear as you stripped down to wearing only those lacy black panties, your clothes and bra left discarded on the carpet at Wanda’s feet. She was pitching a tent now, squirming at the mere sight of you. You’d trained her so well.

“I can’t recall you ever being this whiny,” you chuckled as you slowly and gracefully got back on Wanda’s lap, your core buzzing with the new exposure. As you straddled her, you let your buzzing core line with her crotch, settling down on her bulge and sighing deeply with satisfaction. Wanda made an incoherent noise and twitched, squirming more as you sat right on her strap. With the pressure, you could feel even more how wet you were at the center, your closeness with Wanda now increased with the absence of another layer.

Wanda, distracted from your slight as she struggled to remain calm with the incredible warmth of you directly on her, let her eyes graze over your bare chest. Her arms twitched behind her, cuffs clinking, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her obvious attempt to touch you before remembering she was tied. She let out a groan that escalated into another whine.

“See? Whiny thing,” you remarked. Letting your fingers tangle in Wanda’s hair, admiring just how pretty she was, you suddenly rolled your hips over her with the perfect amount of pressure. Wanda gasped, the cuffs clinking harder as her body jerked in an instinct to grab your hips. Chuckling, you rolled your hips again, feeling through the thin fabric of your panties and the soft fabric of Wanda’s sweatpants as your clit rubbed onto the hardness of her cock. Wetness gushed more out of you.

“Fuck, baby,” Wanda whined as you began to grind down on her cock, the mere image of your nearly naked body straddling her lap, your back arching just right, your tits so near to her face, would have been enough for her to get the release she desperately needed if you were not denying her of it.

And God how pretty she looked. Her green eyes so full of shadow now, brimming with lust, staring up at you from under her brows, something between a lip bite and a smirk on her face. Her red hair fell more in front of her face now, shadowing it further, brows creasing with frustration. That was what you desired most about Wanda—how deeply and with fiery passion she desired you right back.

A moan escaped your lips as you watched her, how worked up she was, the way she was trying not to buck her hips up to meet your grinding, her cock warm and twitchy under the tense fabric of her pants as you rolled your clit over it, feeling your folds slip together with how wet you were now. Torturing her, teasing her.

“I’m gonna—”

“No,” you instantly denied her, feeling her cock bulge more underneath your slit. “You’re not allowed.”

“But—” Wanda tried to argue breathily, her voice raspy and heavy, brows still creased with frustration.

“Hold it,” you demanded, letting your fingers tug harshly at her hair. “Be a good girl for me and hold it. You can wait, can’t you? Is this all it takes to make you spill?”

The whine that escaped from that woman’s lips was enough to push you three steps closer to the edge.

“I-I’ve been waiting all night,” she groaned, closing her eyes now, squeezing them shut hard. She looked so cute, wincing, gritting her teeth together, the cuffs clinking wildly as she squirmed and tried to not buck her hips into you.

“You can wait longer,” you harshly spat, breath heavy as you grinded yourself more wildly, bouncing on her bulge, tugging hard at her soft hair. “Fuck… fuck…” Your stomach tightened, hole clenching around nothing as you finally reached your orgasm.

Wanda threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut, teeth clenching so hard that sharp pains erupted in her jaws, as she used every ounce of strength in her to not cum. She was desperate for release, but she was more desperate to obey you and please you.

Nosediving into Wanda’s neck, you inhaled her glorious scent as you came down from your high, moaning softly in her ear that burned at the sound, slowing your hips down. She whined pathetically in your ear, practically trembling under you.

Pulling away, you got up slightly and saw that there was now a large dark wet spot right on Wanda’s crotch. First thinking she had cum without telling you but then remembering that she would never do that without telling you, you realized it was your wetness that had seeped through your underwear, mixed with a little bit of her precum helplessly leaking in her pants. Clear strings kept you connected to the wet spot as you lifted, standing up from her lap.

Wanda already looked like she was in incredible pain. Her lips were ajar, head leaning against the couch cushion, her crotch still bulged now with a pathetic wet spot on it.

“You’re pathetic,” you told her with a chuckle as you kicked your pants down your legs and to the floor. Wanda peaked at this, sitting up a little better.

“I need to be inside you,” she told you directly. Just because Wanda submitted to you did not make her unable to be lustfully honest with you. “It hurts, baby, I need to be inside.”

Heat washed over you at her declaration of need for you, hitting you right in your clit that was still throbbing. As much as you loved torturing her endlessly, you also always anticipated finally giving her what she wanted.

But you weren’t quite done yet.

Going closer to her, you uncuffed the handcuffs and instead pulled something else out of the drawer of the end table.

Wanda’s leash and collar.

An excellent scarlet leather, her leash and collar were tools you rarely used, but when you did, it made Wanda weak. She was already practically drooling as you clipped the collar around her pretty neck and clipped the leash to the ring at the front, letting the cold metal chain of the leash zip through your hands as you tugged on it, forcing Wanda’s head closer to you.

But now Wanda’s hands were free, and they were all over you. Grabbing at your tits, your hardened nipples, scratching your waist, groping your hips. Her eyes stared up at you blankly as you held the leash in your hand.

Power. Control. Authority. These were things that no one had ever been able to boast having over Wanda. She was always the one with the power.

Except with you. You now controlled her, leather and chain in palm, collar digging at the tenderness of her neck.

Smirking, you leaned down and pressed a soft, gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips before you slowly laid down on the other end of the couch, legs spread open, pussy red and glistening.

“C’mere,” was all you had to say, and Wanda was already lowering herself between your legs, frantically pushing down her sweatpants to reveal her scarlet enhanced strap that bounced and poked at your inner thigh.

“Wait,” you ordered right as she started to line herself up with you. She stopped, eyes snapping up at you impatiently but also expectantly, ready to take your orders but overwhelmed with physical need. “Beg,” you whispered, tugging on the leash in your hand, causing Wanda’s head to jerk forward. “I want you to beg for my pussy.”

Wanda melted, lowering herself down so she was closer to you. “Please,” she started, her hand coming to rest on your neck gently. “Please let me have your pussy.” Nearly panting, she left a hot kiss at the corner of your jaw. “Please let me fuck you. I need your pussy. I need to be inside you. Please let me.” There was pain in her voice, her cock poking again at your inner thigh, nearly hot to the touch from the intensity of the magic flowing within her. “Please, please, please.” She left rushed, heavy kisses all up and down your jaw, her hands slipping under you to grab at your ass, her hips trembling between your open legs. Your hole ached for her.

“Fine,” you whispered, turning your face to nip at the tip of her ear, causing her to yelp. “Fuck me, pathetic thing.”

With a groan of excitement, Wanda grabbed her cock and lined it with your entrance, recklessly snapping her hips forward to shove herself inside you. Though she was large enough to still stretch you, she slipped in with ease from how wet your cunt already was. Her cock filled you, swarming all the way inside until she landed at your cervix, causing you to yell out and throw your head back in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, her face feeling hot with embarrassment as she laid it on your cool chest. “Fuck, sorry,” she apologized as she started to wildly fuck you, every inch of her cock burying deep inside you. Since she was so large, she usually started off slow with you, but she was giving you every bit of her, her cock going as deep as it could physically go inside you. You could feel her in your lower belly, rearranging your guts as she pumped inside you with chaotic rhythm.

There was hardly any trace of rhythm as Wanda plowed herself inside you, gently biting at the skin of your chest and digging her nails into your hips to keep you still. You were sure that if you tried to leave now, Wanda might murder you whether or not on accident. Though she submitted to you, she took absolute hold of you once you gave yourself to her.

A shriek of pain escaped your lips, your hands scratching hard at Wanda’s warm back under her shirt. Her sweatpants were shrugged at her knees, her ass bare in the air as it plowed between your legs. The couch squeaked shamefully under the weight of your bodies. Her leash bounced against her chest, the other end held loosely in your palm still.

“Sorry,” Wanda mumbled over and over each time you made a noise of pain, but she made no effort to slow down until her hips started to catch. Wanda’s moans turned higher in pitch as she buried her face into your neck and suddenly stopped, pulling her cock out of you and hovering her hips completely still between your legs.

Catching your breath, you tried to turn your head to look at Wanda, but her face was buried in your neck. She was even holding her breath.

“Wanda, what’s wrong?” you asked with concern, tugging softly at her leash which made her let out a little hum.

“I… I have to stop for a second,” she breathed hard into your neck finally.

“Why?”

“Because I—I keep—I keep almost cumming.”

Your lips twirled into a curl as the woman trembled on top of you.

“Keep going,” you firmly demanded.

Wanda made no movement, only shifted her face in your neck. “I just need a—”

“No.” With a harsh tug on her leash, Wanda lifted her head and looked at you, eyes crazed. “I said keep going.”

Wanda made a face in argument, but you locked your legs around her hips and forced her down between your legs again, reaching down and grabbing her cock with your hand.

“Ah!” Wanda started as you basically forced her back inside you, sighing at the stretch as she filled you again.

Wanda hung her head and made no movement, breathing hard in an obvious effort to control herself. With how sensitive her enhanced strap was, even feeling the pressure of your tight cunt around her was too much to bear.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, yanking harder again at her leash and letting it slap against her. The skin of her neck around the collar was starting to blush red.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda slowly rolled her hips and pumped herself in and out of you, simultaneously letting out a whine. “Please, can I please c—”

“No,” you responded, grabbing her hips and forcing her to go faster. “You can’t cum until I say you can, and you can’t stop, either.”

Biting her lip so hard it turned white and squeezing her eyes shut, Wanda fucked you painfully. While it hurt her to hold back her orgasm that had been a long time coming all night, she was completely lost in total pleasure. You felt so wet and warm around her, so tight and welcoming, your walls clenching around her shaft. She was obsessed with you and being inside you. It was her favorite place to be, yet it was where she had the least control.

“Faster,” you demanded, and Wanda attempted to pick up her speed, but every single movement was an offensive attack on her control. She was almost pale, trembling above you and not daring to open her eyes in fear that the sight of you would make her spill.

Growing impatient, you grunt and push her away, her cock leaving you with a wet pop. Confused, Wanda let you grab her and push her to the ground, forcing her to sit against the bottom part of the couch as you found yourself straddling her again. Lining your entrance with her tip, you gave Wanda no time to prepare as you slammed yourself down on her strap, tugging her leash at the same time.

“Fuck!” Wanda yelled out as you fucked yourself onto her on the floor, bouncing up and down on her cock that now hammered harshly inside you. Wanda’s nails dug hard into your sides, drawing blood, but you continued forcing every inch of her cock inside you with sickeningly wet sloshing noises.

“Baby, baby, baby, baby,” Wanda breathed, panting, eyes closed. She started to push at your hips, kicking her legs and trying to get you off of her. “Baby, I can’t stop it, I can’t stop.” She pushed hard at you to get you off her, and you knew it was because she had to ask to cum inside you, and if you decided to deny her, there was no way she’d be able to stop herself. And oh, how Wanda wanted so badly to be good for you.

You’d only let Wanda do it inside once before, knowing the value of the reward that you so often hung over her head during sex. You would promise to let her cum inside then shove her off you at the last moment, forcing her to cum all over your stomach or tits instead.

Licking your teeth with your tongue, you cradled the back of Wanda’s head, leash held taut in your hand, and came close to her face to whisper, “Cum inside me.”

Wanda’s eyes snapped open, and as if your words were a remote control to the machine of her body, she released.

Expletives came rushing out of Wanda’s mouth one after the other, most of them mostly incoherent from the incessant moan that escaped her throat. Wanda’s cock finally bulged one last time before unloading inside you, her hot cum shooting deep in your tummy. You forced yourself down as far as possible on her cock so that her cum would go deep inside you, biting down on her trembling shoulder as she filled you up with a seemingly endless amount of cum.

It was several moments before Wanda was able to finally compose herself, head thrown back against the seat of the couch, her body basically limp. The skin around her collar was deep red now from how much you had tugged on the leash.

As much as you loved seeing Wanda being torturously teased, seeing her wonderfully relieved was almost equal in beauty. She was so relaxed now, a stupid smile on her slightly sweaty face, her cock gleefully limp inside you, her cum nestled in your tummy.

Humming, you kissed her neck and whispered, “You like cumming in my unprotected cunt, don’t you?”

If possible, Wanda’s skin blushed harder as she slowly nodded, her hands gently rubbing up and down your waist.

You grazed your smirking lips against her ear. “Wanna do it again?”

Bunny huffs and whines, pushing herself further into the ground and against the wall, trying to make herself smaller. Her ears are straight bak.

“Don’t be little, Malen'kiy zaychik (little bunny)” the woman tsks.

“You chased me! You kidnapped me!” Bunny whimpers, voice trembling.

“Sweet bunny, that’s what you get for hopping around in that cute little dress so close to dark! If I hadn't snatched you up, someone else would! A pretty little hybrid like you is too valuable,” she responds condescendingly.

“Who are you? What do you want with me?”

“Well, my name is Wanda, but you call me Mommy or ma’am,” the woman-Wanda, says.

Wanda drags a folding metal chair close to Bunny. She cries and presses her hands to her ears at the screeching sound.

“Oh, I’m sorry Bunny! Mommy’s gotta remember that you’re a sensitive little thing,” Wanda coos, sitting down in the chair and setting the box down on the ground next to her.

“Please let me go,” Bunny cries.

“I don’t think so. If I snatch up a pretty little bunny, I don’t intend to let her go,”

Wanda takes a moment to study the hybrid. She has long, white rabbit ears that are pinned back. Her face is mostly human, other than her slightly bigger eyes and pink button nose.

She has human hands, but Wanda sees a flash of her distinctly bunny hind paws tucked under her. And the most intriguing part is her fluffy bunny tail, peeking out from a small hole in the back of her dress.

Despite her earlier statement, today was not the first time Wanda saw the pretty bunny hybrid. She spotted her months ago, picking berries from a strawberry bush. Wanda spent the next couple months watching her, learning her schedule and mannerisms. She also did extensive research on bunny hybrids, learning everything she could about them and how to care for them.

That's one of the reasons Wanda knew it was so important that she chased down her little bunny, catching her to assert her dominance before snatching her up.

Wanda places her forearms against her knees and lets her hands hang down closer to Bunny’s face. Bunny’s nose twitches, unable to resist the urge to scent her. She smells of cherries and dark wood, with light notes of vanilla and…strawberries?

Bunny tuckers her head closer to her chest, trying to hide her nose from Wanda’s alluring scent.

Wanda reaches a hand out like she’s going to pet Bunny’s forehead, but she snaps out, flashing her adorable buck teeth at her.

“Very naughty,” Wanda scolds, grabbing her face with her thumb tucked under her chin and fingers on her nose, holding her mouth shut. Bunny whines against her hold. Wanda uses her grip on Bunny’s face to drag her up from her crouch position so she’s kneeling, her weight shifted back on her paws. Bunny struggles against her hold, thumping her paw against the floor and pushing against her with her hands. Wanda grabs her wrists with her other hand, pinning them together in her lap.

“Look at me,” Wanda growls.

Bunny looks up at her with wide, fearful eyes.

“You’re going to be a good baby for Mommy. No biting, no fighting, no bratting off. If you’re good, you’ll be rewarded. If you’re naughty, you’ll be punished,”

Bunny trembles harder in her grip. Wanda releases her jaw but keeps her hold on her wrists.

“Punished?” Bunny squeaks.

“Yes, Malen'kiy zaychik (little bunny). And I promise you won’t like it,”

Wanda reaches up and strokes from between her eyebrows to her hairline. Bunny whines as she continues to pet her sensitive skins.

“Are you thirsty, bunny?” Wanda asks.

Bunny nods hesitantly. Wanda releases her hands and opens the box slightly, pulling out a water bottle and closing it before Bunny can peek inside. Bunny expects Wanda to hand the bottle to her after opening it, but Wanda keeps a tight hold on it.

“Open,” Wanda orders.

“What?”

“Open your mouth, silly bunny,”

Bunny rises up on her knees to get closer to the bottle before obeying. Wanda takes a sip of water before leaning forward, hovering her lips over Bunny’s parted ones. Bunny tries to pull away, but Wanda grabs the back of her sensitive neck, holding her in place as she spits the water in her mouth.

Most of the water dribbles out of Bunny’s mouth and down her chest. But when Wanda holds her mouth closed, Bunny chokes it down, letting out little coughs.

“That’s yucky!” Bunny huffs, “I can drink myself,”

“You do what I say you can do, and I saw you’re too much of a dumb little bunny to drink without Mommy’s help. See, you still made a mess even with Mommy’s help. And it’s not yucky,” Wanda chides.

Bunny licks her chapped lips, realizing she’s still thirsty.

“Do you want more, little bunny?”

Bunny nods again.

“Okay, don’t make a mess this time,” Wanda orders before taking another sip of water and transferring it into Bunny’s mouth.

The water is still cool despite being in Wanda’s mouth first, and helps lower Bunny’s body temperature. She swallows it all this time, not letting any spill. They repeat this several times, and her cheeks flush every time Wanda’s lips get so close to hers.

“Good bunny,” Wanda praises as she sits back on her hanches.

Wanda notes that Bunny’s ears have started to relax, not so pinned back anymore. Wanda keeps her hand firm on the back of her neck while using the other to gently grab one of her ears. Bunny moans, her hands shooting up to grab Wanda’s hand as she starts massaging the end of it.

“No,” Wanda orders, the warning in her tone scaring Bunny enough to drop her hands, bawling them into fists.

“T-those are very sensitive,” Bunny whines as Wanda continues stroking and massaging up her ear to the base.

“I know, sweet girl,”

Purrs and little moans slip from Bunny and her eyes flutter shut and Wanda starts gently scratching behind the base of her ear.

“Thereeeee you go, relax, Malen'kiy zaychikm” Wanda croons.

Wanda moves to stroking from her forehead and across the top of her head. Bunny’s eyes open again.

“Are you hungry?” Wanda asks.

“Yes,” Bunny admits quietly.

“Do you like carrots, malyshka?” Wanda asks.

Bunny doesn’t know what malyshka means, but she nods. She watches in confusion as Wanda unzips the top of her pants and pulls out a large carrot. Bunny has never seen a carrot like this. Yes, it’s orange and tapered at the end, but it also has odd bumps and ridges on it. It also appears to be connected to Wanda’s pelvis. She seems a sliver of green fabric running along her hips and thighs.

“Go ahead, bunny,” Wanda encourages her.

Bunny places her hands on Wanda's thighs, leaning forward. Her brow is creased in confusion as she tries to nibble at the tip. But it’s hard, some plastic or silicon material.

Before Bunny can pull back, Wanda shoves her further on it back the back of her head. Bunny cries out around the foreign object, struggling to pull back and pushing against Wanda’s thighs.

“Be good, Bunny,” Wanda warns, “Just get it nice and slick in your pretty mouth.

Bunny looks up at her with teary confused eyes. She squirms as she chokes and gags around it, trying to pull back for a breath of air.

“Breathe through your nose, dumb little bunny,” Wanda chuckles.

Bunny tries to relax enough to obey, still fighting weakly against Wanda’s grip. The not-carrot feels weird in her mouth. Spit pools in her mouth with her not being able to swallow, and she gags harder as Wanda pushes it further in her mouth.

“I thought Bunnies couldn't throw up, but you sound like you’re about to prove me wrong,” Bunny fights harder as it nudges against the back of her throat and Wanda pushes her further on it. Tears stream from her eyes as it slides slightly into her throat.

“So pretty, baby, just take it,” Wanda coos, lacing her fingers in her hair with her thumbs brushing her ears.

Bunny’s nose brushes Wanda’s pelvis as she finally reaches the base. The darker notes of Wanda’s scent grow stronger, and her note twitches with curiosity.

Wanda finally releases Bunny, and she wrenches back, coughing and spluttering and gasping. She falls back on her butt, arms moving back to catch herself as she struggles to catch her breath. Her hair falls in front of her face, hiding her flushed cheeks.

Wanda spots one of Bunny’s soft paws peeking out from where her dress pools around her. Wanda reaches down and grabs it, pulling it into her laps for examination. Bunny gasps, trying to pull it back, but Wanda is too strong.

“What are you doing?” Bunny coughs. She squirms harder as Wanda strokes the pink pads of her paw.

“I’ve gotta make sure my silly baby didn’t hurt her little paws trying to run away!” Wanda explains like it’s obvious.

Wanda strokes up the soft, silky fur on her paws and up her calves, until it gets sparer and transitions to human skin at her thighs. Bunny pulls back, squeezing her thighs together. Wanda just grabs the other paw, repeating the same process as Bunny finishes recovering from her wheezing fit.

“M-mommy?” Bunny starts tentatively. Wanda smiles at her smart bunny using the right name.

“Yes, sweet bunny?”

“Please let me go home. I’m scared, and I don’t like this, and I’m so cold-” Bunny stutters, still trembling.

“You’re cold?” Wanda asks, sensing an opportunity.

Bunny nods, looking up at her with those wide, teary, innocent eyes.

“Let me warm you up, malyshka,”

Wanda pulls Bunny off the floor by her waist and into her lap. Her thighs bracket Wanda’s

“No-” Bunny starts squirming.

“Dumb little bunnies don’t get to say no. Let Mommy warm you up,”

Wanda forces her further against her chest so her head is tucked under Wanda’s chest. Bunny whines as that odd carrot digs into her soft tummy uncomfortably. Bunny hates anything and anyone touching her tummy, but especially that mean carrot.

Wanda takes her time, rubbing up and down Bunny’s spine and head. Her hands move down to her plush thighs as Bunny starts to relax. Bunny’s ears twitch and she squirms, but Wanda holds her in place as she rubs and massages.

Wanda's hands loop around to cup Bunny’s ass through the thin material of her dress. Her fingers graze her fluffy tails, and a squeal slips from Bunny’s lips. She writhes in Wanda’s arms, pushing against her chest.

“Stay still,” Wanda orders, clamping an arm around her waist. She pushes the other hand to grab Bunny’s wrist before transferring them to the hand around her waist to hold them behind her back.

Bunny whines and bucks, her chest bounces in front of Wands as she starts gently stroking her tail.

“Mommy don’t!” Bunny squeals.

“Dumb bunnies don’t get to tell Mommy what to do,”

Wanda grips the base of her tail, and Bunny lets out a guttural moans, her head lools back. Wanda can see Bunny’s nipples turn hard against her dress as she massages the base of her tail, and she bucks her hips harder. She has to resist the urge to pull one of those hard peaks into her mouth.

“Mommy, I don’t like that, feels funny!”

“Funny how, bunny?” Wanda smirks.

“Hot in my tummy! Feels too much!”

Wanda had heard bunny hybrids could cum from tail play alone, but she didn’t realize just how responsive her sweet bunny would be to the simplest touches everywhere.

“Take it, malyshka,”

Bunny cries and moans as that funny hole she couldn’t figure out of the purpose for grows increasingly wetter. The knot in her tummy shatters, and pleasure pulses through her whole body. That hole claims around nothing, and her core throbs.

“Good bunny,” Wanda purrs, finally releasing her twitching little tail.

Bunny collapses against Wanda’s chest, whining in confusion at what her body just did. Wanda reaches between their bodies, grabbing that mean carrot and sliding it under her dress. Wanda slots it between her thighs, rights against that sopping hole and Bunny bolts upright.

“Mommy, what are you doing?”

“Giving you something to hop on. Isn’t that what bunnies like to do?” Wanda asks innocently.

Wanda nudges the first inch into Bunny, and she cries out at the burning stretch.

“No, Mommy, that hurts!” she cries, eyes tearing up again.

“You can take it, baby. Your little pussy is so wet,” Wanda purrs.

Wanda uses her arm around Bunny’s waist to slowly push her further onto the carrot.

“Mommy, stop being a meanie!” Bunny cries as the burning grows.

Wanda looks at her, a dangerous spark in her eyes.

“A meanie?” Wanda asks, with deceptive calmness.

Bunny sniffles, tears still streaking down her face.

“Here’s what a meanie would do,”

Before Bunny can react, Wanda slams her the rest of the way down on the carrot. Bunny screams and collapses against her chest, body jolting as pain and heat ripples through her.

The stretch is so intense, she can barely feel anything else. Her sobs shake her body violently, the trembling starting back.

“Mommy, hurts so bad, I’m scared,” Bunny cries.

“I know, bunny, let Mommy makes it better,”

Wanda reaches down, finding a sensitive spot at the base of her thighs. Bunny’s squirming slows as Wanda’s thumb starts massaging that little button. Hot sparks of pleasure sneak through between the pain.

“What’s that, bunny?” Wanda purrs in her ear.

“'Still hurts,” Bunny sniffles.

“Let's try this,” Wanda coos.

The carrot starts vibrating inside of bunny. A surprised moan slips from her lips at the sensation. The burning pain shifts to an uncomfortable fullness with sparks of pleasure. She squirms at the sensation, and pain shoots through her again.

“What’s that?” Bunny asks.

“Don't think, just feel,”

Wanda gives Bunny a while to adjust to the fullness and vibration, continuing to gently massage her swollen clit. She waits until Bunny starts purring and her thighs are trembling before speaking again.

“Here's what’s going to happen. You’re gonna be a good bunny and hop on Mommy’s carrot,”

“What do you mean?” Bunny sniffles, wiping her tear dampened cheeks.

“You’re gonna do this,”

Wanda pulls Bunny slowly off the carrot before sliding her back down. Bunny cries out at the burning and stretch, tinted with sparks of pleasure.

“Mommy, I can’t-”

“Yes you fucking can. And you better, or Mommy will have to do it herself, and I will not be gentle,” Wanda emphasizes her words by pulling Bunny off the carrot and slamming her back down. Bunny cries out, dropping her forehead against Wanada’s shoulder.

She braces her hands against Wanda’s shoulders before experimentally pulling off the carrot an inch. She whines at the sensation, accidently sliding back on too hard. The vibrations ripple through her core, scrambling her brain.

“Come on, bunny, you can do better than that,”

Bunny’s face and tummy feel so hot, but she keeps trying. She whines and moans as she pulls off a few inches before sliding back down. Her fingers turn white at her tight grip on Wanda.

“Mommy, my tummy feels funny again,” she cries.

“Keep going,” Wanda orders, leaning back to watch her flushed face.

Another orgasm hits Bunny and her whole body shakes. Hot licks through her and she cries as the vibrations turn painful. She tries to keep lifting her hips, but her thighs are shaking so violently she can. She flops against Wanda’s chest in defeat.

“Please Mommy, I can’t, ‘s too much,” Bunny hiccups into her neck, breathing in her comforting scent.

“Are you getting tired?” Wanda mocks. Bunny misses the mocking tone and just whines pathetically.

“You need Mommy’s help? Can’t even fuck yourself on Mommy’s strap without her help?” Bunny nods again, not understanding half the words, but desperate for…something.

Something only Wanda can give you.

“I’ve got you, baby. Mommy should have known you were too much of a dumb baby bunny for this,” Wanda coos, gripping Bunny’s hips.

Bunny’s moans turn guttural and squeals slip from her lips as starts using her hips to pull her on and off the carrot- or strap? At a brutal pace. With the fast pace and without Wanda stroking that place between the thighs, the pain sneaks back in. But the vibrations intensify, as if to compensate. The sound of slapping skin and Bunny’s sopping pussy fill the room.

Wanda reveals in Bunny’s sounds of pleasure, bucking her hips up into her. Bunny fights weakly as the knot in her stomach starts tightening again, but Wanda focuses her to take every thrust. Their breath comes in pants, each of Bunny’s hitched with whines and squeaks.

“Mommy, stop! ‘m have an accident!” Bunny squeals, pushing against her. She shifts her hips, but that just makes Wanda hit a spot inside her that makes her see stars.

“Trust me, bunny, take it,” Wanda pants, fucking her harder.

Bunny's throat feels raw from all her moaning and screaming. She paws at Wanda's shoulders and back, but she doesn't let up. Wanda forces Bunny’s mouth to her, connecting their lips. Bunny freezes in confusion, keeping her lips pressed shut. Wanda nips at Bunny’s bottom lip. When her lips part with a gasp, Wanda takes the opening to slip her tongue into her mouth.

She swallows every whine and cry and pleads directly from Bunny's lips as her orgasm washes over her. Bunny pulses around the strap as the tightness snaps and she squirts fluids all over both of them. She cries into Wanda’s mouth as she works her through it.

“‘s too much, Mommy,” Bunny slurs as Wanda pulls back, slumping back into her chest.

“You did good, Malyshka,” Wanda praises as she slides the strap out of her.

Despite her overstimulation, Bunny whines at the loss. Wanda smiles at the unconscious sound, wrapping her arms around her sweet girl.

She holds Bunny there for a while, stroking her hair and ears. Bunny starts nuzzling into her neck, unconsciously scenting her with the brush of the scent glands under her skin. She whimpers at the odd feeling, but continues groggily.

Wanda unlocks the chain around Bunny’s ankle and sets it down as quietly as possible. She massages her ankle and back paw, ensuring there's full circulation and range of motion.

Bunny’s limbs twitch as Wanda stands up with her in her arms, but doesn't have the energy to fight as Wanda carries her upstairs to a bathroom. She strips Bunny of her spoiled dress as the tub fills before getting in with her Bunny melts into the comfort Wanda provides. She drifts to sleep, but Wanda stays awake. She enjoys every second, taking the time to map out every inch of her body while cleaning her.

She catalogs what spots make her bunny whine or twitch in her sleep, which ones make her ears pin back and nose twitch in discomfort. When Wanda strokes her soft tummy, her bunny stirs, fighting weakly and groaning. Wanda stops, but remembers the spot for later inspection.

Wanda washes and conditions her hair and fur, making sure she doesn't have any mites or ticks from her time alone in the woods. But her sweet girl had been careful, having no noticeable wounds or bugs.

Wanda wakes her occasionally, forces her to take little bites of cut up apple, celery, and blueberries. Bunny turns her nose up, whining sleepily each time, forcing her sweet pet to chew and swallow, checking her mouth is empty before letting her drift back to sleep.

When Wanda’s fingers start to become pruny, she lifts her pet out of the tub. She positions her like a limp doll on the counter, patting her down with soft towels and gently brushing her hair and fur. She braids her hair into one plait before carrying her to bed.

Wanda knows this can't become a habit- it's still too early- but she puts her pet in her own bed for the night. After all, she did earn it. Bunny nuzzles into the soft blankets, sighing in contentment.

Wanda pulls Bunny into her arms, and she snuggles into her. Wanda knows in that moment- even if her bunny doesn't het- that she'll have her trained as the pet little pet in no time

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You wake the next morning feeling as though you’d dreamt the whole thing.

The warmth of her voice, the softness of her fingers brushing yours, the slight crimson glow of that little room with its delicate tea set, and the scent of roses heavy in the air — it all seems impossible now, fragile and far away in the gray, brittle light of morning. You lie very still, staring at the ceiling, and tell yourself it was nothing. A whim. A little strange, yes, but harmless.

But when you roll over to reach for your phone, something sharp and warm catches your fingertips.

The scrap of silk.

It lies on your nightstand like it’s been waiting for you all night, that rich red fabric catching what little light filters through the blinds. You pick it up slowly, turn it in your hands. The color is deeper than you remember, almost dark enough to look black where it folds over itself. You let it fall open in your lap, and only then do you notice something stitched into the edge: a series of small black numbers, precise and deliberate, curling like a secret written just for you. Ten digits.

You stare at it for a long while, your heart beating faster in the quiet of your bedroom.

It would be so easy.

You tuck it back into the drawer and shut it softly, but the weight of it stays with you through every hour of the day, sitting under your ribs like a presence you can’t shake.

Work is worse than usual. The espresso machine sputters and dies halfway through the morning rush, and your manager spends the next hour snapping at you like it’s your fault, throwing sidelong glares every time you so much as pause to wipe your hands. A customer complains loudly, slamming a quarter into the tip jar with performative disgust. And through it all, you feel a strange sense of being watched, like someone just out of sight is waiting for you to look up.

The next drink you make, your hands shake so badly you almost spill it on the counter.

When your break finally comes, you duck out into the alley behind the shop with your knees pulled to your chest and a half-drunk coffee cooling in your hands. It’s damp out here, the air faintly sour with the smell of trash from the bins, but it’s better than being inside. You press your back to the wall and close your eyes, trying to breathe, finding yourself whispering her number again and again.

Your phone buzzes in your apron pocket. You don’t bother looking at it at first, but after a minute, you fish it out anyway and see a message from a coworker you usually like.

You okay? You seem kind of out of it lately.

You stare at the screen for a moment before locking it and tucking it away again without replying.

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That night you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, and try to think of anything but the way her voice sounded when she told you: You don’t have to feel this way.

The words echo in your head long after you close your eyes.

By midnight, you’re sitting up and reaching for your phone, thumb hovering over the number stitched into memory.

It rings once, twice, then:

“Hello?”

Her voice.

It catches you off guard, even though you were expecting it. Your fingers tighten on the phone.

“Hi,” you say, your own voice low, almost a whisper. “I… I don’t know if you remember me. I just —”

“I remember you.”

She doesn’t sound surprised. She doesn’t sound like she’s smiling, but somehow you feel as though she is.

You swallow. “Is it… okay if I stop by again? I don’t want to —”

“Of course, detka,” she interrupts gently. “Anytime.”

The line stays quiet for a moment, but you can hear her breathing on the other end, steady and sure, like the sea at night. Then she adds, softer still:

“Come soon.”

You don’t even bother changing out of your pajamas before you leave.

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The Sanctuary glows soft and golden when you arrive, the twinkle lights strung along its porch shimmering faintly in the warm night air. The gravel crunches quietly under your shoes as you cross the lot, and by the time you reach the front door, it’s already opening for you.

Wanda is there before you can even knock, leaning casually against the frame with a faint smirk.

“I hoped you’d call,” she murmurs, stepping aside to let you in.

The smell comforts you immediately, roses, woodsmoke, something faintly sweet and rich beneath it all. Her hand on your back is gentle but firm as she guides you through the hush of the house. She doesn’t ask why you’ve come, doesn’t need to, only leads you back to the tea room, where the candlelight seems to burn a little lower, a little warmer than you remember.

And somehow, as you sit and drink and talk to her, the hours seem to stretch and curl softly around you. You lose track of time completely until you happen to glance at the little clock on the wall and startle. Past midnight.

You set your cup down and mumble something about needing to go, but she only shakes her head, as though you’ve said something silly.

“It’s so late already,” she murmurs, and before you can protest, she lays a gentle hand on your arm. “Stay here tonight. You shouldn’t drive back like this. You need rest.”

You open your mouth. To argue? To agree? You’re not even sure, but she leans closer, her breath warm against your cheek. “We have plenty of rooms. You’d sleep better here.”

And so, you let her lead you upstairs.

The room she gives you is small but lovely. The sheets smell faintly of lavender, the little lamp on the nightstand throws a golden glow over the walls, and there’s even a glass of water already waiting for you.

She’s right. You do sleep better.

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At work, you hear things sometimes. Little snippets of conversation that seem to come out of nowhere and stick with you for no reason you can name.

One afternoon, as you’re wiping down the counter, you catch a few low words from somewhere behind you: two women in line, speaking just loud enough to drift over the hiss of the espresso machine.

“…that place outside of town…” one of them murmurs. “…people say they never come back quite the same…”

You glance over your shoulder, distracted, but they both look down into their coffees like nothing happened, their voices falling silent as if they’d never spoken at all.

The words stay with you anyway, faint and strange, as though you ought to know what they mean, but some soft, red whisper in the back of your mind tells you that you don’t.

Later that week, you decide to take your lunch break in the park, just for a change. The weak spring sun is shining, the air smells faintly of damp earth, and you tell yourself you deserve a little quiet. You sit on a bench under a broad elm tree, sipping your coffee, letting the warmth sink into your skin.

You’re halfway through the cup when a shadow falls over you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” comes a warm, amused voice.

You look up and feel your stomach flip.

Wanda.

She’s dressed casually in a cream sweater, jeans, her hair loose around her shoulders, but her smile is just the same. Calm, self-assured, sharp enough to cut if you’re not careful.

“What are the odds?” she says lightly, already easing down onto the bench beside you without asking.

You blink at her, trying to steady your heartbeat. “You come here too?”

“Sometimes,” she says, her gaze steady on yours. “I’ve always liked this park. The bench you picked under the elm, by the fountain, is one of my favorites.”

The words make you go still for a second, a faint chill running down your spine despite the sun.

You hadn’t told her you’d come here.

For a beat too long, you just stare at her, unsure if you’ve misheard, if she’s just guessing. The silence stretches, and you feel your brow knit slightly, the faintest prickle of unease curling up the back of your neck.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, a faint shimmer hangs in the air, a red thread curling lazily like smoke around the edge of her sleeve, so faint it could almost be a trick of the light. It drifts toward you, weightless, and for a moment, you forget why you’d been frowning.

The sharpness of suspicion dulls. Your shoulders loosen almost without your permission.

Her expression never falters. She only tilts her head slightly, watching you, her green eyes dark and warm and endless.

When you finally find your voice to ask how she knew, she just laughs softly, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“I pay attention,” she murmurs.

Her fingers linger against your cheek for a beat too long, enough to make your breath catch.

“You look tired again,” she adds, voice dropping lower.

You let out a faint, bitter laugh. “I’m always tired.”

Her thumb brushes lightly along your jaw, a faint smile curling her lips.

“You don’t have to be,” she murmurs.

This time, you believe her.

Even when she stands to leave, brushing invisible lint from the sleeve of her sweater, you can still feel the phantom trace of her touch on your skin. She glances down at you with a faint, knowing smile, her coppery hair catching the pale light like flame.

“I’ll see you soon,” she says, and it doesn’t sound like a suggestion.

And you watch her walk away, knowing, without knowing, that you will.

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You do see her again, of course.

The next few days pass in a haze of routine, but her presence lingers, soft and insistent. You keep catching yourself thinking about her — the warmth of her hand on your cheek, the strange, heavy calm that settled over you as she murmured you don’t have to be. You find yourself looking over your shoulder at work, half-expecting to see her leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed, watching you with that small, knowing smile.

Even when you don’t see her, she’s there. You find little reminders scattered through your days: a faint whiff of roses clinging to your jacket, though you haven’t worn it to the Sanctuary in weeks. A slip of red thread clinging to the hem of your sleeve, though you can’t remember brushing against anything. Your manager mutters under her breath about you being “out of it again,” though you don’t even remember zoning out this time.

One night you lie awake staring at the ceiling, feeling the quiet press in around you like water. You turn over, grab your phone, and open your texts without thinking.

I can’t sleep. I keep thinking about what you said.

The reply comes almost instantly, as though she’d been waiting:

Come by. We’ll talk. Bring your things if you like.

And so you do.

You pack a small overnight bag and drive the now-familiar back roads until the trees close around you and the white-painted house rises ahead, golden and warm in the dark.

The young woman at the front desk doesn’t even ask your name anymore. She just smiles and nods as you pass.

That night you sleep more deeply than you have in months.

You tell yourself it’s just one night. Then another. And another.

It’s easy, here. Easier than it has any right to be.

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One evening you find yourself sitting by the fountain in the garden just as the sun begins to sink. The roses are in full bloom now, heavy and fragrant in the air. You can hear the faint sound of laughter drifting from somewhere inside the house, but out here it’s quiet, the only sound the gentle trickle of water.

Wanda finds you easily. She always does.

You don’t even hear her approach this time. One moment you’re alone, and the next she’s lowering herself gracefully onto the edge of the fountain beside you, her skirt just barely brushing yours.

For a long moment, she says nothing. She only sits there, one hand resting lightly on the stone between you, her eyes on the water.

Finally, she exhales, tilting her head, and her gaze finds yours, glinting faintly in the dim light.

“You seem… better now,” she says. Not quite a question, not quite a compliment.

You manage a faint smile, give a quiet little nod.

Her lips curve, just slightly.

“I’ve been thinking,” she murmurs then, softer now, her voice curling low between you. She reaches over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering just a little too long against your cheek.

“You’ve been staying more and more,” she continues. “You seem happier here. Safer.”

She says the word safer like it means something more than you understand.

You want to argue, you don’t.

Her smile deepens just slightly, like she already knows what you won’t say.

“I think,” she says gently, her thumb sweeping lightly along your jaw before retreating, “you’d do well here. Permanently. Like the others.”

The others.

You’ve seen them, the quiet ones in the library, the ones who greet you by name in the kitchen every morning, the ones who move through the Sanctuary’s halls with a kind of ease you’ve never been able to find anywhere else. The admission unsettles you.

“You’d have your own room,” she adds softly. “You wouldn’t have to keep running yourself ragged between here and that little apartment. You’d have people who care about you. You’d have me.”

Her fingers brush lightly against yours, then curl, warm and firm, until she’s holding your hand properly.

“You already belong here,” she murmurs, and there’s a faint glimmer of red at the edge of your vision, curling lazily like smoke between her fingers and yours. “You just don’t know it yet.”

You don’t answer, but she’s smiling as though you have.

That night, you lie awake in your borrowed room, staring at the ceiling, the faint scent of roses seeping through the cracks around the door. For just a moment, it almost feels like you’re being watched from somewhere beyond the shadows, you shake the thought off quickly. You can’t even remember what your apartment smells like anymore.

The next morning, she’s waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, her hand already reaching for yours before you can speak.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” she says softly, her thumb sweeping slow circles over your knuckles, her smile quiet but certain. “But you already know where you belong… don’t you?”

And you squeeze her hand in yours, feeling something tight in your chest slowly, finally, come undone.

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When you first got the job as Wanda's personal assistant you expected it to be strange like the meeting you'd had in her office prior, the one in which she'd has you begging on your knees. Much to your surprise however Wanda was more professional than ever, keeping to herself and only talking about work matters. Little did you know this was because she was too busy eyeing you up to make conversation.The job itself wasn't much too difficult either perhaps even easier than your original job and for the same wage. Your days consisted of planning phone calls, picking up mail, getting her lunch and coffees, taking notes in meetings, arranging taxis, responding to emails and then collapsing in to bed with your darling cats.

Wanda watched on eagerly as you slipped into a blissful false sense of security over the weeks working. Enjoying every second especially since she got to gaze at you every second of the day. The way you did your hair each morning, how you rolled around your wheeled chair had you been sat too long, the same pen you always fiddled with in meetings, how your nose scrunched when your were confused, the cuteness of your little yawns when you were tired. It was all the little quirks she hadn't got to see in you before that she grew to love now.

Her obsession love for you only grew the more time you'd spent with her. Your little smiles and nervous way of talking had her fighting back blush. Wanda was always ever so excited for you to go out on some pointless errand so she could take a look in your bag, one time even being lucky enough to find your treasured journal. Her favourite page, which she took photos of so she could re read it anytime, read as; 'my boss Wanda has been more kind than I could ever wish for, with giving me a new job instead of just throwing me out onto the streets. I wish she could know how grateful I am to still be employed as she could have easily had rid of me. I've always had such a good gut feeling about her as a boss and it's finally been proved correct.

I'd never admit this aloud as I don't think it's appropriate for work but I think Wanda is possibly one of the most pretty women I've ever met, she always has a radiant smile when she looks at me joined with such cute freckles.' Oh if only you knew how Wanda swooned when she read that entry.

Slowly though this new found closeness was not enough for Wanda, she felt as if your gratefulness was dwindling and the time you spent together was hardly enough for what she craved. For what she needed.

Wanda needed a new way to make you come to her to make you rely on her. She needed something you loved, she just had to think of what. That's when she figured it out, she was watching you through her computer one night as you lay in bed peacefully sleeping beside your cats. She knew how much you loved them, how lost you'd be without them.

Her plan was simple, tell you she was going out for lunch with a friend when really she was heading over to your flat to take Marlo and Nixie. Arriving at your flat she saw the front door unlocked and tutted to herself, how silly you really were lucky she was looking out for you or someone could have just waltzed right into your home. Stepping through the front door she was overwhelmed with a euphoric feeling of being surrounded by you and your things. Briefly forgetting about the cats she went around your room, going through your wardrobe, admiring your jewellery and lying down in your bed. But all that wasn't enough for Wanda she wanted a little souvenir from her trip and that's exactly what she got. Going back into your wardrobe she carefully went through your underwear drawers deciding to take a matching red lacey set with rhinestoned buckle, you wouldn't need them anyway the only person you should be trying to impressing was her.

After successfully stifling your underwear she moved onto getting the cats. She'd brought her own little carriers for them, Wanda was no monster of course she'd never harm the small animals you held so close she'd just keep them safe and away from you for a while. Marlo was easy enough to convince to get in the carrier being friendly and easy going almost just like you however Nixie was another story hissing and trying to claw at Wanda anytime she tried to pick her up. Lucky for her shed planned this having overheard you discussing with a coworker several weeks ago about how Nixie didn't tolerate strangers unless she had some catnip. Needless to say she'd prepared for this event. Smiling to herself as she poured the catnip into the carrier and trapping the unsuspecting Nixie inside.

The next day at work Wanda hid her smirk well when she saw you shuffle in with puffy bloodshot eyes with big dark circles underneath, deciding to feign concern instead.

"Oh darling, what's up? You can tell me anything." A comforting smile on her face makes you sure you can talk to her about the cats.

"My.. my cats went missing and no one can find them." Your voice is hoarse from crying as you speak and more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"That's no good at all sweet girl." She stands from behind her desk walking over and engulfing you into a strong hug. "If there's anything I can do to help you at this difficult time don't hesitate to let me know." She tells you in a warm voice as she pulls your head closer into her chest making it hard for you not to become flustered.

"Thanks, thank you miss Maximoff." Your stumble through your reply while burying yourself into her strong body.

A few days later and your cats still haven't returned and you find yourself further falling into despair.

That's when you find a letter in your house. One that pushes you over the edge. The one you never wanted to see. An eviction notice. It felt like the life you'd fought so hard for, one you'd dreamed of since childhood was being torn apart before your eyes. As if God was punishing you for some unforgivable sin.

Wanda watched on eagerly as she saw you find the eviction note in your pile of post, a sick grin contorting on her face at the sight of your misery, at the knowledge she'd be the one to bring you back up. The one to heal you. The one you'd grow to adore, worship and crave as she did you.

Of course she was at fault for that letter after having heavily bribed your landlord to get rid of you. At first he was much opposed claiming you to be 'one of his best tenants' and how you never missed rent but after seeing the cash being offered to evict you he couldn't help himself. Wanda knew he'd break easily after all Money really is the root of all evil.

When she saw you sobbing at the kitchen table, shaking hands clutching the eviction notice she wished she could comfort you and tell you it'd all be okay. To hold you tight like she did not a few days ago. Wiping the tears from your delicate face, once you were hers you'd never feel this kind of pain again. Your suffering was only temporary but still it broke her heart to see you so down. Obviously she'd never regret what she'd done. It was all for you.

When you were next in work you felt and were sure you looked like hell. All your energy had been spent trying to find somewhere new to stay but all properties nearby were so expensive or just boxes. Your regular floral dresses had been replaced with knit sweaters and plain black trousers as if this was your autumn, the beginning of your end. When you saw Wanda it didn't help the way you felt when she appeared more put together than usual, her suits crisper somehow and jaw sharper as if while your life fell apart hers had blossomed.

"Darling, you look ill has something happened?" She asks with a practised act of sympathy, she already knew exactly what had happened after all she'd orchestrated the undoing of your life.

"My landlord evicted me for no reason and-.. and-.." You felt yourself becoming choked up as you struggled to tell Wanda what had happened. She picked up on your feelings almost as if in tune with your mind and quickly pulled you into her before beginning to stroke up and down your back in comforting patterns.

"Its okay, I'm here darling. Nothing bad will happen just tell mommy what's wrong." Your eyebrows raised at what she called herself but for some inane reason decided against questioning her.

"And.. I cant find anywhere to stay and my-.. m' cats are still missing and I'm gonna be homeless." She knew youd begun crying when she could feel damp on her blouse where your head lay. Wanda pulled your head back to face her and stroked across your cheeks in such a gentle fashion that you felt you legs may give out beneath you.

"Well you could always.. nevermind it wouldn't be appropriate." She says with pause to look down at your face. "Oh screw it. I can't stand to see you go homeless over some stupid eviction, y/n if you wanted you could stay in my home until you find somewhere permanent." What Wanda hadn't quite anticipated was the way your eyes lit up at the suggestion, she thought you'd have needed much more convincing than you did.

"I.. if your sure it wouldn't be a bother."

"Sweet girl you could never bother me."

That night Wanda took you over to her house and gave you a tour. It was the biggest and fanciest place you'd ever been. More things existed than you thought one person could need. She had everything from pools to inside tennis courts, acres full of forest land to a sauna. You finally understood what it must feel like to be rich. Wanda claimed her guest rooms were under renovation so you'd have to share her room for now. When you accepted sleeping next to her she was so ecstatic she could barely hide it behind the mask of sympathy anymore.

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White quartz. 

It's the first thing Wanda notices. The kitchen island is huge, stretching and covering the middle of the kitchen, and she immediately falls in love with it. 

Wanda misses cooking real meals, a part of her that was subdued over time, with the lack of time and survival at the forefront. But this kitchen looked well-used while spotless. 

The smell of freshly baked cookies invades Wanda's nose, and she almost feels flustered at how homey it makes her feel. 

Looking up, Wanda turns her head and is shocked by her own reflection. Her hair is still a bright auburn, falling just a couple of inches below her shoulder with some natural waves as if she hadn't bothered straightening or fully curling it. 

"Mom, mom, mom!"

The sudden voices and thudding footsteps through the door startle Wanda. She looks to where the front door opened, and two tiny bodies come barreling through towards her.

The arms thrown around her waist almost knock the wind out of her, but the tears sting her eyes because—

"Billy, Tommy," Wanda trembles. 

"Mom, mom! Did you make the cookies?"

"Are they done?" 

"Can we have ice cream with it right now?" 

Wanda needs to swallow down the overwhelming emotion that knots in her throat before she can answer. 

Of course, Wanda thought. Where she was most loved—it'd be where her boys were. Whatever had occurred in this universe to cause Wanda to not be the happiest—it didn't matter because her boys were here, and as long as they were here, she could be the most loved.

"Sur—"

"Wanda Maximoff, you better not be giving in and spoiling the boys' appetite before dinner."

The new voice makes Wanda freeze. It's not familiar, raising Wanda's hackles as she holds the boys closer to her. She looks to the door again, and when you come through...Wanda's at a loss for words.

There's no universe where she's seen you.

You're struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your arms as you peer over to the trio. 

"Did you boys just abandon me with all the bags for cookies?" You cock your brows at them, meant to look displeased, but Wanda and the boys could see the tiny smirk of amusement on your lips. 

The boys giggle before they move out of Wanda's hold towards you. There's a moment where Wanda wants to grab them back to her again, but when she sees them running towards you and taking some of the bags to lessen your load, Wanda can't help but stare.

"Sorry, mum," Billy gives you a boyish smile, trying to take another bag from you to help.

"But we could smell the cookies from outside!" Tommy cackles but still helps you out as well. 

Wanda feels her heart stop.

Mum?

The boys were referring to you as mum?

How could you be—

Now that one of your hands is free, Wanda watches as you ruffle the boys' hair one at a time before kissing the crown of their head.

"I'll forgive this once because I know mom's cookies are the best in the world and if I had been faster...I would've left you two in the dust," you start laughing as the boy screams indignations with squealing laughter. 

You're still laughing as the three of you make it back to the kitchen, placing all the bags on the counter. 

"Why don't you two run up and finish your homework? We'll give you a call when dinner is ready." You look at the boys.

"But the cookies—"

"—Are for after dinner," you cut them off with a look that has the boys sighing as they look at each other and give you and Wanda a kiss on the cheek before running off. 

Anxiety fills Wanda the second she's alone with you. It makes her want to raise her hands, preparing to fight you because who could you be that would make you mum to her boys? Who were you to intrude in on her happiness and the world where she was most loved?

Was this a universe where Vision existed and they divorced? Were you their stepmother?

You turn your face to her, and Wanda's hackles rise like the hair on the back of her neck. You reach out, grabbing her apron and pulling her towards you. Wanda's about to unleash the full force of her magic on you but is stopped short when she feels warm lips against her own.

It's hot—needy and desperate almost. 

Her hand falls against your shoulder and grips at your shirt, and the kiss is broken.

"Hi, darling," you pant just mere inches away from her lips. "I really, really like when you look like this."

The way you say it almost sounds like a whine, and Wanda's lip twitches at it.

"Oh?" is the only thing Wanda can say.

You hum, peppering kisses against her jaw and down her neck, and the sensation is almost too overwhelming. On the one hand, this body feels accustomed to the physical affections, but Wanda is not.

"I missed you all day," you sigh. "Can't believe you're just being all pretty here all the time and I miss hours of it. Should I work from home tomorrow?"

Wanda swallows. Your lips keep peppering kisses, and Wanda almost has whiplash how the needy kisses turn into tender ones, brushing over the tip of her nose and eyelids. 

Something hot stings behind Wanda's eyes. 

"Can you?" Wanda manages to say. She doesn't know what to say otherwise. It's daunting to know she knows nothing about her life here—she knows nothing about you. 

"I don't have any meetings tomorrow," you stand straighter, your eyes drifting up in thought. "Maybe I should take the day off," you muse. "It's been a while since we did something fun with just the two of us."

Wanda doesn't know what to say. She just looks at you, wary and confused. You don't seem to notice her expression too much, taking her silence as agreement to what you suggested. 

You turn to look through the groceries. "What do you want to eat for dinner tonight? I bought a variety of things since you said you weren't sure what you're craving."

Wanda weighs her options and choices. She needs to integrate herself into this life and ensure you don't suspect anything.

"Is there something you're craving?" Wanda asks you in a friendly tone. 

You hum slowly in thought. "Oh, how about those meatballs you made last month? Those were so good, I've been dreaming about them." You start to put away the groceries other than what ingredients you'll need. You mull over what sides to have.

You're mumbling about what's easier to make, and it becomes clear to Wanda you'll be staying to cook with her, and although it's foreign, Wanda finds it endearing. 

Once you finish deciding, you turn to smile impishly at her, and Wanda quirks her brow at it. Despite not knowing you, she somehow feels like she knows that look on you.

"Want to split a cookie? We have to be super quiet, though. I'm pretty sure the boys have a secret power of knowing when we're eating cookies without them."

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It becomes clear throughout the evening that while, yes, her boys love her, they're not the reason why this variant of Wanda is the most loved in the universe.

It's you—you're the reason. 

The evening puts Wanda on edge for different reasons. She looks at the ring on her left hand, trying to not fiddle with it again. You helped her put it back on when the two of you were done cooking, seemingly knowing where she always placed it.

She was married, Wanda deliberated, to a woman. It was odd, Wanda had never considered it, but she found that she was at ease with it.

You make her laugh, you look at her with so much love, and Wanda feels suffocated by it. She feels smothered in every way she has ever wanted to be, and she could drown in your love and the way you look at her and the boys. 

They're not yours; it's obvious. You've stepped up into a role you never had to, yet you did. For her, yes, but because you love the two boys as if they're your own. 

You always find a way to touch her, as if you can't be close enough. It's your legs pressed against hers underneath the table, almost tangled together. It's your hand on top of hers at the diner table or on her thigh.

It's all subconscious, Wanda knows. She knows because she looks into your head on a surface level. Things float about and tease deep inside, and Wanda must refrain from breaking into your mind piece by piece. There'd be time for that later. 

"Alright, what should we do tonight? Movies? Games?" You ask as you gather the plates with Tommy to place into the dishwasher. Wanda's eyes trail after you, staring at your form in scrutiny before Billy tugs at her arm. 

"What do you want to do, mom?" He asks her, and Wanda knows he's asking her because he can tell she's been out of sorts, and it makes her heart swell.

"Oh, anything you want to do, sweetheart," Wanda wraps her arm around Billy, placing his head against her collarbone as she strokes his hair and kisses his forehead.

"Movie!" Tommy is screaming from the kitchen as he runs back in with you trailing behind with the cookies and ice cream.

"Do you mind grabbing plates, darling?" You ask Wanda, kissing the crown of her head as you pass by her and set the things down in your arms.

Wanda is about to get up, but you place your hand on her arm.

"Use your powers," you tilt your head in confusion as to why she was getting up.

Wanda is surprised you so openly encourage her to use her powers, but she likes it. Four plates float from the kitchen to the dining table and set themselves down gently. 

"Alright, how many cookie ice cream sandwiches do we want?" You look at the boys.

"Ten!" The boys shout simultaneously as they look at each other, smiling.

You snort, and Wanda finds herself laughing.

"Ambitious," you smirk, "but let's start with two and go from there."

"Mom," Tommy whines as he looks at Wanda like he knows she'll be more likely to cave in. "Tell mum to make it three."

The look Tommy gives her makes Wanda tender. This is everything she wanted, this was everything she deserved, and she'd do anything for her boys.

Wanda looks at you and shrugs. "It can't hurt to have one more."

You point the ice cream scoop at her but grab more cookies. "When either the ice cream melts by the time they get to the third one, or they get too full, you will regret this, Maximoff."

You're still grinning, and the boys are chatting animatedly, and Wanda is surprised to find she wants this moment to last, even with you in it.

The boys grab their plates and take off carefully to the sofa and begin looking for a movie to watch. You diligently make a cookie ice cream sandwich for Wanda.

"Let's go," you say as you pass her the dessert.

"Not going to make yourself one?" Wanda asked as you went to put the ice cream back in the freezer.

You return, pecking her quickly on the lips, and then promptly take a bite out of the dessert you just made Wanda.

"Someone's going to have to eat the third one the boys won't finish," you say after chewing.

"And if they finish it?" Wanda challenges.

You grin at her innocently. "If it seems like they're on track to eating the third one, I'll share with my generous wife."

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The boys don't finish the third ice cream cookie sandwich as you predicted, and you look entirely too smug at her when you're eating the soggy dessert. Of course, you generously shared the dessert with Wanda, who tried to refuse, but it was futile. 

The night was peaceful, and Wanda almost hadn't wanted it to end. You spent the evening curled into her, almost purring as she ran her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. You fit perfectly against her, warm and alive.

Wanda doesn't know what to think, and she merely goes with the flow, keeping you close as you clearly so want. She strokes the softness of the skin of your arm while you play with the fingers of her other hand.

When you do this, Wanda can't help but think about how you don't know. You don't know her corrupted fingers, blackened by the results of her desperation to be happy. 

"I think it's time for bed, boys," you say suddenly, and Wanda looks over to find the boys half-falling asleep on the couch.

"No, I'm not sleepy," Tommy argues, trying to open his eyes, but they stay half-lidded.

Billy doesn't seem to agree but doesn't speak up either, curling into Wanda's side.

"Bedtime, Tommy," Wanda gives him a look to which he frowns but agrees as he gets up with Billy, and they make their way upstairs.

"I'm going to clean up," you tell Wanda.

"Do you want help?" She offers, but you shake your head.

"No, why don't you start tucking the boys in and I'll be there soon?"

Wanda nods, hesitating for a moment before she leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth, and walks off. She can hear the sounds of dishes clanking as she makes her way up the stairs. Taking her time, she looks around. The hallway is filled with photos of you and her together, and there were photos of all four of them.

But one particular photo made her pause, heart dropping into her stomach as she stared at it.

A photo with Vision with the kids. 

Vision—he was in this universe as well? Had he died? She stares at the photo, finding that the kids don't look much younger—a year at the most.

Wanda stands at the photo longer than she thinks until she can hear someone calling her.

"Mom?"

It's Billy and Tommy, stepping out of the washroom as they've finished brushing their teeth.

"Hey, all ready for bed?" Wanda smiles at them, and they nod. She follows them to their room as they both jump into their bed, only a couple of feet away from each other. 

The scene is all too familiar, and her chest aches. She tucks them in, kissing each of their foreheads as she sits on the edge of Tommy's bed. At this point, you enter the room.

Tommy smiles at you as you grin back at him, walking over to him and kissing his forehead. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything.

You then walk over to Billy's bed, sitting on the edge and kissing his forehead.

"Did you have fun tonight?" You ask softly, and the boys nod. "And you finished your homework?"

The boys roll their eyes in union but nod nonetheless.

"Angels, the lot of you are," you tease, and they giggle. 

"Goodnight," you and Wanda bid. "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight," they say together.

"Love you," Billy says sleepily as his eyes close, and Tommy mumbles something similar. 

With that, you stand up, holding your hand out for Wanda. She looks at her kids one more time, chanting to herself that she will see them in the morning, that this isn't a dream and she won't wake to the nightmare. 

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"Were you okay today?" You ask softly. "You were kind of quiet."

The two of you were lying in bed together. You have curled into Wanda again. Your face rested against her chest, arm around her as you rubbed her back.

It's soothing, Wanda thought. It almost made her bitter that she hadn't felt like this in a long time. 

Wanda felt you shift and looked down to see you peering up at her. 

"Of course," Wanda reassures you. "Am I always so rambunctious?"

"Sometimes," you grin, teasing her, and Wanda pinches your side, making you try to wriggle away from her. She holds you tighter, preventing you from moving too far away from her. 

When things settle down, and you wriggle to move back close against her, Wanda stares at you pensively. 

"Do you love me?" She asks.

The question surprises you as you look back up at her. You study her face as if you were looking for answers.

"You haven't asked that since just before our wedding," you comment and that surprises Wanda. Because, at the very least, she knows the two of you have been married for a couple of years. 

This variant of her was so sure you loved her that she hadn't questioned it for years?

It was almost laughable to Wanda. Something jealous brews inside her, simmering just beneath the surface. 

Wanda doesn't say anything, and she thinks you might not either, or you'll say something so predictable and empty like, "of course I do."

But you simply press your face into her chest, reaching to grab her hand and drag it to your cheek.

"Look," you tell her, and Wanda freezes.

Privacy was always an issue for the people around Wanda. They always worried about whether or not she was listening to them, even if unintentionally. 

Now with how her powers had grown, it was a given that people automatically assumed she was breaking into your head. Don't get it wrong, Wanda had. Anything to get the results she wanted, she broke every unspoken rule to get it. 

But here you were, freely offering Wanda access. Here you were, being vulnerable to her with all the trust. 

And Wanda didn't hesitate. 

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You sleep soundly on your side with your back facing Wanda, and she stares at the back of your head. 

She should kill you, Wanda thinks, make it look like an accident. 

The boys would be sad, but she could help them get it over time, couldn't she?

Seeing into your mind was too much. It was too much to see how lucky this variant of this Wanda was. Sure, she had lost many people to Thanos. She had even lost Vision last year to another villain threatening earth. 

But the loss only makes Wanda laugh bitterly because she had already split with Vision years prior, agreeing to amicable joint custody with the boys. 

All because she fell in love with you. 

But could she blame this variant? Wanda watched everything play like a long sitcom about how you loved her. 

This variant had been as miserable as she, had lost just as much as Wanda had, but she had you. 

It was unfair, Wanda thought distantly. Why had you not been in her universe? Or if you were, why did they not meet? Why was she once again the only Wanda to be alone?

This variant loved you tenderly—desperately. She kissed and made love to you like you'd break if she was too rough. 

And Wanda hates that variant for it. To love something so much that she was capable of treasuring it. 

Wanda scoots closer to you, pressing against you as she wraps her arm around you, pulling you flush against her. She presses a kiss against your shoulder and bites into it.

You whimper.

Wanda resolves that all of this is hers now.

This life, the boys, and you. 

Everything belongs to her.

And the first thing Wanda wants to know is if you will break if she's too rough. 

Wanda's hand slides against your thigh, gripping the inner of it roughly before she moves back up and yanks your panties down.

The sharpness of her touch wakes you.

"Wanda?" Your voice is groggy as you startle. "What are you doing?"

"Touching you," Wanda replies simply, her hand slipping between your folds, rubbing your length slowly, stroking your clit in circles when she comes up.

You moan lowly, your hips moving with her hand as she sucks and nips at your neck. It isn't long until Wanda's fingers are slick from you.

"You got so wet quickly, miláčik," Wanda husks in your ear. "You must want me to fuck you badly."

Your breath hitches at the way Wanda talks to you. The two of you engage in dirty talk often, but not like this.

Wanda guides your leg over her hip before she resumes stroking your pussy until you're dripping and thrusting your hips desperately against her fingers for more.

Wanda's other hand is under you, wrapped around your torso and underneath your shirt as she gropes your chest roughly. Her index finger rolls your hardened nipple back and forth, and she can hear your labored breathing.

Your neck is littered with hickeys, dark and bruising. Wanda isn't even close to being done with you, and you look so ruined already. Wanda wants to see you completely undone. She wants to break you down to nothing so she can build you back up to be hers. 

"Wanda..." you keen, gripping the bed sheet on the side, trying to not cry at how bad you want more. Something feels different, but you can't put your finger on it. Honestly, you could barely even think about it with how your body was trembling.

"Use your words, miláčik," Wanda bites at your earlobe. "Tell me what you want—how ready your body is."

You feel close already with how diligent Wanda had been paying attention to your clit, but you just want—

"Please, please, please," you barely get out. "I want you inside, I wanna feel you...I want to cum."

Wanda mutters about how you're such a good girl and thrusts three fingers inside you until she's all the way in, stroking your walls.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you moan, gripping the bedsheets tighter as your leg tenses against Wanda's hip. 

How you feel on Wanda's fingers has her biting your shoulder again, almost hard enough to leave imprints. You whimper at the pain, but Wanda doesn't let up.

Her other hand abandons your chest and moves out of your shirt up to your neck, grasping it. You feel so delicate against her, and Wanda almost understands why this variant was adamant about being gentle. 

"Wanda—" you say, almost a little alarmed, but Wanda hushes you.

"You're gonna cum just like this," she hisses in your ear, squeezing your throat a little tighter. She licks the shell of your ear, and her voice is throaty when she says, "I missed you, too. You wouldn't even believe how long I've been waiting for you."

Wanda can feel herself dripping for you, but she wants to feel you come over her fingers. She keeps her thrusts inside you, curling her fingers as she strokes that spot inside you that makes you tremble. 

"Wanda—"

"Go on and cum, miláčik," Wanda moves her fingers a little faster, keeping the pressure steady as it finally mounts over, and you come with a long groan.

You feel lightheaded and exhausted as Wanda strokes you through the remnants of the hardest orgasm you've ever had.

Going limp against her body, Wanda releases your throat as she pulls her fingers out of you, earning a hum from you. She sucks the mess you made on her fingers, licking the length of her fingers one by one.

You're panting, trying to regain control of your breathing, and Wanda moves and pushes you to lie on your back. She grips the end of your t-shirt, dragging it up and over your head. She stares at your naked form unabashed, appreciating it for a moment before completely undressing herself. 

Wanda adjusts her body over yours, legs straddling your thigh. You feel Wanda lower herself, her wetness spreading over your thigh as she rides it slowly. 

The low guttural moan Wanda lets out sparks something in your stomach. She looks at you, her eyes glowing red for just a moment. 

"It's good you're taking the day off tomorrow."

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"Just like that," Wanda moans, grinding her hips more firmly.

Your hair is gripped tightly, hair threading through Wanda's fingers as she uses it as leverage to thrust her hips into your face. Wanda looks down, only able to see a little less than half your face as she's sitting on it while you eat her out. 

Your hands are hooked over Wanda's thigh, securing and occasionally massaging her thighs and hips. Your tongue dips inside her, and Wanda grunts. Her thighs tighten around your head. 

Wanda allows you to drag it out a little longer before she pulls at your hair in a warning, and you quickly fasten your lips around her clit, sucking and keeping the pressure steady until Wanda lets out a high keen, thrusting her hips with reckless abandon as she comes messily over your face. 

You don't complain about how she might be suffocating you, and when Wanda slows her hips, coming down from her high, she looks to the side. The curtains are still closed, but she can tell it's nearing noon. 

Wanda had woken up early to drop the kids off at school while you slept on obliviously. When she came back, she only let you sleep a little longer before waking you by peppering kisses up and down your neck, pressing her body into yours as she lay on top of you. 

Wanda's been working your body since, and she's lost count of how many times she's made you orgasm. Similarly, she's lost count for herself as well. 

Climbing off your face carefully, she watches you use your fingers to clean your face, licking her slick off your fingers. The sight of you exhausted but clearly having enjoyed yourself has Wanda leaving more hickeys down your body. You're littered with them, all marked up by her, and she revels in it. 

"Wanda..." you whine, trying to move your body away, but she holds you still. "I can't anymore."

But Wanda doesn't listen, kissing her way up your body until she's face to face with you. She captures your lips in a messy kiss, licking the inside of your mouth and the teeth pulling at your bottom lip. She can taste herself with the taste of you, and it's all Wanda wants. 

"One more," Wanda tells you, caressing your arms until she reaches your hands, pushes them against the mattress, and holds them down. 

"Wanda, I really can't—" you shake your head. "We've been going at it for hours...I'm too sensitive now."

"Feels better that way," Wanda mutters, barely even listening to you. Her body feels addicted to you. Everything in her tells her to take it, to make you give everything to her. You're hers now; you're always going to be hers. 

You try to reason with Wanda, unsure what's gotten into her. The last time the two of you had this much sex was around the time you were on your honeymoon. 

But even then, whatever was happening now was different. Wanda was always a little desperate. It was just who she was after everything she's experienced. As desperate as she was, though, Wanda was also always careful. 

That carefulness seemed to fly out of the window since last night. Wanda was fucking you with reckless abandon, determined to take everything and more. 

You feel a pressure between your legs, something thick and slick pressing into you. Wanda groans, her forehead dropping against yours. You look down, but the only thing you catch is something red attached to Wanda disappearing into you. 

"Wanda—" your breath hitches, feeling the stretch as Wanda moves inside you. "Oh, god, Wanda, it's too much," your hands strain against Wanda's as she laces them together, bringing them over your head and pinned down.

"Just perfect," Wanda mutters, and you can feel her lips ghosting yours. "Feels good, feels so fucking good inside you."

You know then that Wanda used her power to create some kind of strap-on connected to the nerves of her clit. You can feel Wanda's hardened nipples rubbing over yours as she thrusts slowly into you. 

When she's all the way in, Wanda pauses, taking a deep breath. You were trembling from how sensitive you felt; it was on the edge of being painful.

But then Wanda moves, and you let out a string of incoherent pleas. She barely moves out before she's thrusting back in. She strokes the same spot inside you over and over until tears run down your face.

"One more," Wanda breathes into your mouth. "One more, give me just one more."

"I can't—" you huff. 

"Yes, you can," Wanda cuts you off. Her thrusts get harder but remain the same on moving slightly out before thrusting relentlessly back in. The rough sensation brings you closer and closer to the edge, and Wanda can feel you pulsating as you get near your end.

 She drops your hand, and they immediately go to her back, your nails dragging down. Your roughness makes her moan, and Wanda sinks her head into your neck.

"Fuck, I want to come inside you," Wanda mutters. She wants to coat the inside of you. She wants to own you in there too. Wanda wants it all. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, miláčik?"

You don't answer, and Wanda grips your face as she lifts her head to stare down at you. Her thrusts are getting messy as you are nearing the climax. 

"Wouldn't you like it?" Wanda asks you again, more roughly this time. "Tell me you want me inside you like that right now, miláčik."

It's like an unspoken threat that if you don't, Wanda won't let you off until you do.

"Yes," you immediately whimper. "Yes, yes, I want you to come inside me."

Wanda looks satisfied as she brings her thumb to stroke your clit until she's roughly ripping your last orgasm out of your over-wrought body. 

The moan you let out is soundless as Wanda groans in the back of her throat, and you feel something warm gush inside you. The thrusting doesn't stop as Wanda rides out the waves until you stop pulsating around her. 

Your chest heaves just as hers does, trying to calm your breathing. You pray that Wanda finally takes mercy on you and keeps her promise that it was just one more. 

You feel the strap-on disappearing until it's just Wanda resting between your legs. She kisses you softly now, and you almost breathe loudly in relief as you return her tender kisses with your own.

Despite how rough Wanda treated you, your gentle kisses are what sways her completely into you. Gentle, rough—you truly love Wanda as she is. 

"I love you," Wanda mumbles against your lips. "Always love me."

You stroke her head, finally regaining your breath.

"Have I ever not?"

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The next few weeks for Wanda are complete bliss. Even though you're somewhat wary around her, you still touch her the same.

This life was perfect, Wanda knows. This was the wonderful little family Wanda had ever wanted. 

Weekdays are filled with domestic heaven, while the weekends are filled with various activities.

Wanda wants this forever, which is why the headaches and glitches she's been experiencing as of late are concerning. 

The spell isn't fully complete, and Wanda curses that she should've fought harder to kill America when she had the chance. They were looking for her, Wanda was sure, and they were getting closer. 

On top of that, she could feel her variant fighting to break loose. 

'Get out,' Wanda could hear her variant in her head. 'Get out! This isn't yours. None of this is! She isn't yours.'

'She's mine and I would never hurt her or the boys,' Wanda would repeatedly say to temper down her variant.

"Are you feeling okay?" 

Wanda snaps her head to look at you, unaware you had approached her.

"Yes," Wanda nods. "Just a headache."

You place your hand over her forehead and frown. "You are a little warm. Maybe you should go lie down. I can finish cleaning and cook tonight."

Wanda nods, and you peck her lips as she makes her way up to her bedroom and locks the door shut. All alone now, her hands returned to their true state, darkened fingers as if decaying. Wanda conjures The Darkhold, flipping through the pages.

There had to be a solution to stay here forever. 

There had to be something to keep Strange and America away from her. 

But before Wanda can search deeper, she hears wreckage downstairs and your scream. 

Wanda immediately transports herself downstairs using her magic and is enraged at the sight.

They found her. 

Strange and America stood in her living room with a portal open, posing to fight her when they saw her. 

"Wanda, you need to stop this," Strange tries to reason with her again, but she tilts her head at him with a condescending smile.

"Stop what? Living my life here? You're the one intruding, and you need to leave. I'm past mercy, Strange."

"This isn't your life!" Strange yells at her. "Let the variant of you go."

"Silence!" Wanda yells at him.

"Oh? Scared your girlfriend's going to find out?" America said with bravado, but Wanda can see her wariness underneath as she eyes you from the side.

You were cautious but silent.

Wanda begins to conjure the red wisps in her hand. "She's my wife." Thrusting her hands out, she releases her magic, and a fight ensues.

Strange is still trying to reason with her, but Wanda doesn't want to hear it anymore.

"You were a fool to bring the girl here," Wanda sneers at him when she gains the upper hand and has Strange subdued and America in her grasp.

The young girl is choking in Wanda's grip, and she sees it as a chance to finally get the power she needs to make this universe hers permanently.

"Wanda, stop!" 

The voice makes Wanda freeze. She turns her head and finds you staring at her with a horrified expression. 

The look of absolute fear makes Wanda feel like she's been punched in the gut.

"What are you doing?" You urge her. "Let her go, she's a kid!"

"No, no, no," Wanda tells you softly, trying to show you that she'd never hurt you. "She's a threat—to me, to you, to us and our life."

"This isn't your life," America chokes before she looks at you. "This isn't your Wanda!"

"Be QUIET," Wanda snarls at America, tightening her grip that makes America choke. 

"Wanda, stop it!" You yell at her, your eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting people!"

The words make Wanda feel like she's crumbling. She drops America, letting the girl fall onto the floor on her back, hearing the wind knock out of the young girl's lungs. 

Wanda looks at you; betrayal is written all over her face.

"Why are you treating me like I'm the villain?" Wanda whispers, her eyes becoming hot with tears. "You said you loved me. How can you love me and think I hurt people?"

You take a careful step towards her. "Look around, Wanda," you say softly.

"I would never—" But the words fall short on Wanda's lips. "I'm not a monster," is all she can say quietly as she drops to her knees.

"I know you're not," you say softly as you kneel in front of her and cup her face gently. "Just like I know you're not my Wanda."

Wanda immediately looks into your eyes, surprised.

You give her a wry smile. "You think I don't know my own wife? I've known since the first night."

"When—"

"When you asked if I loved you and I let you look into my mind," you give her a sad smile. "My Wanda never takes the opportunity. She is adamant about never looking into my mind and I never offer because of it. She prefers talking honestly, even if it's harder and painful."

Wanda's crying, tears welling and overflowing freely.

"Then why—" Wanda sobs.

"Wanda had her own theories about the multiverse. She was always worried it would happen, but I think every version of her should be loved."

You wiped her tears, but new ones would just fall. "You seemed sad," you tell her truthfully. "Even though I knew it wouldn't be forever by me, I wanted you to know you are loved too."

Wanda's face contorts in pain, lips trembling as she shakes her head. 

"You're not a monster," you tell her again sternly. "You're a person who has done bad things out of grief but that doesn't always make you a bad person."

Wanda feels you kiss her cheek, and it's bitter.

"Do the right thing, Wanda," you encourage her. "It's time to go home."

"Is it home if you're not there?" Wanda tries to refute, and you give her a look.

"Am I dead?"

"...I don't know."

"Then look for me there," you drop your hands and move to hold Wanda's. "That variant of me might be waiting for you too."

It's silent for a moment, and America stands in the background, unsure, with Strange beside her.

"We'll be okay, Wanda," you tell her softly. "We are loved, and you will be too."

Wanda looks at you one last time before releasing the body she's held hostage, and America closes the portal to this universe. 

The scene of the home she's grown used to fades into her lonely throne. It's like a hole has grown in her chest, connecting all the missing parts of her until she's empty. 

America and Strange stand in the distance, unsure what their next move is if they have to continue fighting her. 

"You need to leave," Wanda calmly states.

"What?"

"I opened The Darkhold, and I'm the one who needs to close it so it can never tempt anyone again," Wanda stares at her blackened fingertips. "You need to leave because this place is going to collapse."

As if on cue, the temple began shaking and crumbling. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Strange and America looked at Wanda, who didn't spare them a glance. 

"I'm sorry, Wanda," Strange apologizes, and she knows it's for losing what was never hers in the beginning. With that, he takes America and flies off with her. 

The temple crumbles, and Wanda doesn't move, determined to see its end. Even if you can't witness it, she wants to prove to you that she is a good person. 

Wanda lets out a tiny smile, knowing that you probably believed she already followed through.

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-A Year and 6 months later-

Wanda sips her coffee, breathing in the fresh air. She looks down at her hair and finds it strange to see brown instead of auburn. It's been too long since she's seen the real color of her hair, and she wonders if it looks good. 

The day is bright and sunny, and Wanda revels in how the sun feels on her skin. 

"Would you like another one?"

Wanda looks at the waitress with a smile and shakes her head. She's here every day and usually has two cups leisurely. 

But not today.

"No, thank you," Wanda answers politely and pulls out some cash, giving her usual waitress a generous tip. 

The waitress thanks her and leaves. Wanda stays a second longer, waiting and taking in the view. 

There's a loud car door slamming, and a woman gets out and moves to the sidewalk.

"For the last time," an exasperated voice groans. "It's over! How many times do I have to say it? Stop following me! You can’t just show up here because you know I walk through here every day."

"How can it be over? Everything has been going well for the last year! What changed?"

Wanda watches you groan.

"I don't know! I just don't see a future with you," you tap your foot impatiently. "Now stop following me around, I have shit to do and you're constantly making me late. Just—stop."

You turn to leave, but the woman grabs your arm, and Wanda stands up, pulling her hat closer to her head as she crosses the street. 

Each step feels like she's getting closer to your silhouette, and the thin veil separating the two of you slowly disappears.

Wanda pushes and pushes against the veil until—

"You're hurting her."

The two of you look over to Wanda, and you stare at her for a long moment.

"Stay out of this," the woman glares at Wanda. "It's none of your business."

"It is my business," Wanda says simply. "I'm a good person."

"Are you trying to say I'm not?" The woman snaps.

"Yes, if you keep holding her arm hostage."

The woman immediately drops your arm, and you rub the spot she held, moving away.

"Leave," Wanda glares, and the woman is about to say something else, but the flash of Wanda's red eyes startles her, and she's quick to turn and walk back to her car.

The two of you watch the car drive away, and Wanda turns back to you, and you stare at her curiously.

"Have we met before?" You blink with a tilt of your head.

Wanda smiles. "Maybe in another universe."

You snort. "Smooth," you grin at her. "Thanks for that by the way."

You introduce yourself, and Wanda takes your hand.

Something electric passes through your arm, and you lick your lips.

"I'm Wanda."

You keep holding her hand, pensively looking at the woman before you.

"Can I treat you to a cookie ice cream sandwich as thanks? There's a great place nearby that does the best cookies," you gush.

Wanda nods but grins at you. "Sure, but I can make better ones."

"Really?" You look skeptical. "That's a bold statement."

"I've been told my cookies are the best in the world."

You laugh with a shake of your head as you let go of Wanda's hand and walk with her trailing beside you.

Unsurprisingly to him, you sat up front with Happy as opposed to in the back with the expensive champagne to catch up with him about the team and his own strikingly thrilling personal life. He talked animatedly of his brother’s ‘newest side piece’ who was invited to one of Tony’s parties only to spend the entire evening following a wholly unimpressed Natasha around like a love stricken school boy. You wished you could have been there to witness your sister’s temper grow thin but didn’t dwell on this for much longer when Happy passed through the security station and towards the tower, smiling when he saw you lean forwards in your seat to get a good look at the building you hadn’t visited nearly as much as you had hoped. 

As the car slowed to a stop you sprung out of the expensive vehicle and into Natasha’s embrace where she had been waiting, holding on tight to her as she chuckled before eventually pulling back to hold you by the shoulders and get a good look at you. “Hey, kiddo.” She finally got to greet. 

“Hey short-stuff.” You said with a teasing smile. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and led you towards the building after taking your bags from Happy and began catching you up on everything Happy hadn’t had the chance to. She told you about how Tony had blown up half of his lab and when Fury came to berate him for it he played the “I paid for it anyway” card to get him out of trouble. “Of course that didn’t stop Rogers from giving him a speech about responsibility and prioritising safety.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who threw himself on top of a grenade.” You quipped.

“Exactly!” 

“That was completely different!” Came two voices from the common area as you rounded the corner and found Steve and Tony watching some seemingly forgotten 80s cop film. 

“Sure thing, icecap.” Tony called over his shoulder as he gave you a hug. “How ya been, kid?”

“Better than you apparently.” You quipped and he grinned shamelessly. Whatever he had been messing around with in the lab must have been worth it. You were about to ask about it when Wanda appeared from the kitchen, deep green eyes immediately finding yours as though you were the sole target of her interest. You had had very limited time with Wanda in the few years she had been on the team. You knew she and your sister were close, Natasha naturally falling into the role of Wanda’s mentor in her new job and life even years later and that their friendship had strengthened as a result, and yet you seemed to never find the opportunity to hold a conversation with the witch for long. At parties one of you was always swept off to be introduced to someone new and more domestic settings were rare due to the Sokovian being called on missions just as frequently as Natasha. You always wished you had the opportunity to grow as familiar to her as the rest of the team were with you and you wondered if your stay would finally present that chance. 

“If you guys aren’t too busy bickering like children there’s food ready for you.” Wanda announced with a teasing smile directed at Tony and Steve who were quick to abandon their debate for the meal. 

“It’s good to see you again, honey.” Wanda smiled though it looked like she wanted to say more when her eyes flickered towards your sister. You blushed slightly at the nickname but hid it well when Natasha pushed you towards the kitchen, insisting that she was too hungry to be standing around any longer. You found your seat next to the top of the table where Natasha sat as the rest of the team came flooding through to the kitchen at the smell of the freshly made meal. They welcomed you like an old friend and you all easily slipped into a comfortable conversation about your lives as Wanda brought the meal dishes to the table and sat down on the other side of you. 

Perhaps if you weren’t so caught up in listening to Clint talk so fondly of his youngest child’s success with learning how to shoot a bow and arrow you would have noticed how Wanda was struggling to keep her hands off of you. Whenever your hand rested on the table she placed hers as close as possible to yours without you touching, internally fighting tooth and nail with herself not to run her thumb across the back of your hand and your palm just to see if it was really as soft as she had imagined it to be every night since the first day you met. There were a lot of things about you Wanda wanted to compare to her daydreams and late night fantasies and she would be damned if she let you slip through her fingers one more time. 

When Wanda’s hand dropped to your thigh after running through her thick hair you first assumed it was an accident from how crowded you all were around the table. But when her hand stayed firmly in place and her thumb rubbed slowly across your covered leg you shot her a questioning look while the rest of the team argued about something that had happened in the cop film that had been watching earlier. You tried to move your leg away from the brunette's grip, not expecting to get such attention from a woman you had had such limited contact with, but the lack of space and hard hold she had on you made it difficult to do so. You figured maybe your squirming would grab your sister’s attention however you froze when a voice echoed inside your head. 

Sit still for me, darling. We can’t have you attracting unwanted attention now, can we? Though you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of the team regarding your sister’s closest friend, your discomfort at the attention you were receiving from Wanda grew at having her obnoxiously invade your mind so shamelessly. Again, you looked around only to find the team deeply invested in a new debate so you decided to hold out a little longer. 

Good girl. Came her voice again as a fond praise. You despised the way your heart fluttered from such a prideful tone by Wanda towards you and closed your eyes for a brief second in a feeble attempt to fight off any other unwanted feelings that could stem from Wanda’s actions. You’re adorable when you’re trying to behave. So pliant for me. Do you want mommy to reward such obedience? The shiver that raked your body upon having those words boom around your head didn’t go unnoticed by the witch. She smirked in satisfaction of her affect on you and let her nails drag across the thin fabric of your leggings as her hand grew bolder and higher up. 

You breathed deeply and stared holes into the empty plate in front of you as Wanda’s hand reached the top of your thigh and began to forcefully pry itself between your clenched legs until Tony shot up from his seat and clapped his hands together excitedly. “So what are we thinking? Game night or some more films?” The billionaire asked as he eyed you for your apparently deciding vote. Wanda withdrew her hand quickly and placed it into her own lap where she gazed down at it in silent concentration, as though she could see a trace of you on it. 

“I think we’re all long overdue getting to see y/n kick your ass at Donkey Kong.” Sam quipped from the end of the table. 

“The bird’s got a point.” You chuckled somewhat nervously as Wanda used her magic to take the plates over to the kitchen and followed on behind them like nothing happened without sparing you a second glance.

*

“How long are you gonna be gone?” You asked, trying to sound more curious than hurt. You understood that Natasha couldn’t put off saving the world for the sake of your visit, but your sister had invited you to stay because things usually seemed to quiet down in New York during the autumn time when it came to aliens attacking the city. Apparently not all the Avengers level threats got this memo.

“It should only be a couple days.” Natasha said with her optimism she saved for when she was trying to make you feel better about something. “And I’m sure you won’t get bored with all of the entertainment systems Tony had installed. Did he tell you about the arcade room on the 4th floor?” You couldn’t help but smile at that and made a mental note to check that out. “Besides, Wanda will be here to keep you company.” Natasha added as she collected the unapproved S.H.I.E.L.D tech she had swiped from the labs, claiming they were Widow Approved.

You had yet to tell Natasha about Wanda’s advance at the table. After the team had exhausted themselves with Wii sports games you had all headed to bed and your interaction with Wanda had been forgotten (courtesy of Wanda) until the following afternoon when Natasha had to break the news to you that the team had been called away. You were unsure if you even should tell your sister about her mentee. You didn’t want to kick up a fuss about something you may have been misremembering and every time you considered it too hard a fog like barrier consumed your thoughts and pushed your attention elsewhere. 

“Just Wanda?” 

“We need the whole team for this but Wanda’s powers could cause problems with the type of guys we’re facing.” Natasha shrugged. You recognised that as your signal not to ask anymore about the mission that was no doubt of the highest confidentiality and even if it wasn’t, Natasha didn’t want you to worry. 

“I’ll be back before you even realise I was gone.” Natasha said when you didn’t reply. She wrapped her arms around you tightly and you hugged you back for a while until she pulled away and swung her bag over her shoulder and ruffled your hair in the way she knew you hated. You swatted her hand away with a badly hidden grin and she chuckled as she led you both down to the quinjet in a comfortable silence where she boarded with the rest of the team and promised to be back soon. 

Once the entire team was gone you wandered around the corridors of the tower aimlessly, deciding you weren’t in the mood for the arcade games and that you weren’t really in the mood for anything. You asked Tony’s AI where Wanda was, finding it strange that you hadn’t run into her yet, to which the voice identified her location in the gym. You wondered if you should be trying to avoid the witch or confront her. Maybe she hadn’t intended to come off so strongly and perhaps this could be your chance to get to know her how you always hoped to. 

You were in the kitchen making yourself a snack when Wanda found you. She had just finished her training for the day but found her spent energy coming back to her when she saw you kneeling on the counter to reach the jar you needed. You had questioned why it was up so high and concluded it was simply Clint trying to annoy Nat when you heard Wanda clear her throat behind you and you almost fell off the counter. You were caught by a red mist wrapped around your frame and guiding you back down onto your own two feet. It didn’t go unnoticed by you that the restrictive hold remained a few seconds more than necessary once you were stable but when you turned around to face Wanda and voice your observation you froze at the sight before you. 

There was still the faint trace of her magic swirling around her flexed fingers that she lowered to fiddle with her empty water bottle as she watched you with a faint smirk, noticing the way your eyes darted down to her exposed abs several times. “Er, thanks.” You chuckled awkwardly as you tried to look anywhere but at the brunette in her simple sports bra and leggings that greatly complimented her figure. 

“You’re welcome, kotyonok.” Wanda hummed as she took several steps towards you. You backed up not so subtly as she did so but stopped when your back hit the counter and you held the edges in support as the witch continued to stalk towards you with a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached out only to grab a glass off the shelves behind you and flick the tap on to fill the glass. The blushed and went to move out of her way but Wanda placed her free hand on your other side, locking you between the counter and herself. 

“What’s the rush to get away?” She asked innocently as she brought the glass to her lips and sipped on her water before placing it on the counter and bringing her hand up to your chin, tilting it upwards to force you to look at her. “I thought you would be looking forward to getting all this time and space to ourselves.” She mused as she stroked your skin softly before cupping your cheek. “Don’t you want us to get to know each other a little better.” You furrowed your brow slightly as you wondered how she could possibly know that. How many times had she implemented your mind and for how long?

You couldn’t bring yourself to voice these queries when Wanda pressed her strong thigh between your own, pressing you further into the counter while she pressed against the area she had failed to reach the evening prior. “Wanda…” you managed to speak as she dropped her head to your neck and planted soft kisses across your exposed skin. You placed your hands to her stomach in an attempt to push her away but at the feeling of her abdomen flexing against you your movement stuttered and you suddenly became immersed in the sensation of having Wanda pressed so close to you. 

When the brunette pushed her thigh further against your core the breathy moan that escaped your lips stirred a new level of need and possession for Wanda. She sucked on your neck harshly, eager to mark you as her own as well as hear you vocalise the need for her she knew you were afraid to admit. “Mine.” She muttered against you, her teeth grazing your skin. 

“Wanda, stop. We shouldn’t.” You denied weakly. 

“We can do whatever we want. No one’s here to stop us.” Wanda argued back as her hands dropped to your hips and guided you to grind against her muscular thigh. 

“Fuck.” You muttered, not wanting to give in to something you weren’t entirely comfortable with due to the distant voice in the back of your mind reminding you of Wanda’s forceful nature that you didn’t want to indulge. However Wanda left no room for complaints as her fingers dipped into the waistband of your leggings and sighed deeply when she felt along your panties that betrayed you with the evident arousal soaking through the fabric. 

“You should listen to what your body wants, detka.” Wanda husked as she stroked the wet patch and your legs became weak. “Listen to what I tell you.” She continued as she pushed your panties to the side and ran her fingers through your folds before rubbing your clit slowly and lightly, not giving you nearly as much as you wanted but not prepared to ask for more. But that was okay, Wanda was understanding. She was more than happy to toy with your body for her own amusement. 

“You have such a pretty body, y/n.” Wanda cooed as she maintained the same maddeningly slow pace while sucking on your collarbone and dipping just below the collar of your shirt. “It makes me want to treasure you, to handle you with so much care and treat you like the good girl I know you can be for me.” There was a deceiving adoration to her voice that you couldn’t help but entirely soak up. “And it also makes me want to fucking ruin you.” Without any warning, Wanda forced two fingers into your cunt down to the knuckles and keenly listened to your whines of protest. She barely pulled her fingers out before she thrust them harshly back into your awaiting pussy that clenched down on the brunette’s digits as though afraid to let them go. 

“You’re so fucking tight.” Wanda grunted as she quickly picked up a fast rhythm that you struggled to adjust to. Though you were wet enough to allow no restriction to Wanda’s intrusion, even beginning to soak her hand, you whimpered and tried to close your legs on the witch but with her thigh still resting just beneath her hand, you found it impossible to do so. “Such a perfect needy whore for me.”

You placed your hands on Wanda’s shoulders for support once she curled her fingers beautifully inside you and moaned louder than you had in a while with previous partners. You practically fell against the Avenger who had quickly learnt how best to touch you and earn the reactions she desperately wanted to hear. “That’s my girl, just take what mommy gives you.” She coached as her fingers continued to work wonders against all the right places while maintaining such an urgent and frantic pace that you found yourself craving and hoping wouldn’t end. “You’re going to look a dream when I fuck you with my cock.”

Had you been in clearer mind, you might have shoved at Wanda’s shoulders to put distance between you. But as Wanda adjusted to press her thumb firmly against your clit with each thrust, you reached around to cling onto her back and raked your nails just above her sports bra. The throaty moan this brought from Wanda made you whimper in response and start bucking your hips up against her palm in an attempt to chase your fast approaching high. 

“Wanda, please…fuck, mommy!” You cried out as the last of your resistance crumbled. 

“Please what, printsessa?” Wanda smirked knowingly as she felt a wave of pride at hearing the title slip your lips. It sounded better than she imagined. All of you was better than she imagined. 

“More, I’m gonna…fuck!” You whimpered and began to buck your hips more frantically in hopes of attaining what you struggled to vocalise. 

“Tell mommy what you want.” Wanda urged as she began rubbing tight circles on your clit as her fingers continued to thrust against the spot that had your head reeling. 

“I wanna cum.” You said quickly as though if you didn’t cum soon you never would. 

“Cum for me, kotyonok.” Wanda ordered and you didn’t need her to repeat it before you were cumming on her slender fingers with a cry. Wanda rubbed the back of your pussy with her fingers as you came, refusing to pull them out in hopes of drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible. “So fucking pretty.” She murmured as she watched your blissed filled face as your head fell back against the cabinet.

Your chest heaved heavily when you finally came down from your high and Wanda pumped her fingers inside you a couple more times for good measure before pulling out and bringing them up to her lips. You watched through hooded eyes as she sucked her digits clean and hummed around them, more than satisfied with the taste. 

“You taste amazing, detka.” She confirmed and brought you in for a desperate kiss that you hadn’t the energy to keep up with. You whined at this and she shushed you soothingly, smiling as she rested her forehead against yours. The unexpected peace that came from the small gesture was short lived when a familiar artificial voice called for Wanda’s attention and directed her to the meeting room urgently. 

Wanda cursed in clear frustration and you eyed her cautiously as your past worries about the brunette came back to you. Wanda noticed how you started to tense up against her but didn’t address it as she stood back and huffed. “I have to go, my dorogaya.” Wanda sighed as she took ahold of your hands and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “But I won’t be long so don’t wander too far away.” She smiled teasingly though you saw something darker flicker across her face. In that moment, the thought of going on a walk to clear your mind had your entire head erupt into a brief, but overwhelming, crushing pain that was gone as soon as it came. You blinked several times in shock and saw Wanda nod approvingly before turning to attend to her Avenger’s responsibilities. 

*

“Oh, meelaya.” Wanda sighed as she soaked up the site of you laying sprawled out across the bed completely naked. When you had gone to change into your usual nightwear something had stopped you from completing the usual routine and you had the strongest compulsion to sleep nude despite the warm guest room and luxurious sheets that you lay on top of. “Such a smart girl.” The Sokovian praised fondly. Your mind was so easy to break into. 

You had fallen asleep before you could turn the bedside lamp on though as Wanda attentively shut the door behind her, she was immensely grateful for that. The soft glow of the small lamp highlighted the soft patches of skin Wanda had always dreamed of caressing and heightened her need for you that was built high after so many hours away from you. 

Wanda crept closer to your soundless form in an effort to seek out the areas of your body that were submerged beneath the shadows that came from such a late hour. She didn’t care much for the time or how sleepy you may be at first. She would have you wide awake in no time. 

“You look so precious like this. So tempting.” The Sokovian spoke softly as she stripped herself of her sweatpants then removed her shirt and bra once she was on the bed and hovering over you, desperate to feel your bare skin against her own. You slept on soundlessly as Wanda brushed the hair away from your face to get a better look at the contented expression she was sure she could admire in awe for hours. “So beautiful.”

Wanda gently manoeuvred your legs apart so that you were laying on your back, allowing the lamp’s glow to reach everywhere Wanda desired to see. She hummed as she let her hands roam your chest as she planted tender kisses across your breasts and took your nipple in her mouth before switching to the other and drawing a breathy moan from your sleep. The Sokovian smiled at the sweet noises you continued to make while she continued to treasure your body with her mouth until you started to wake from how sensitive and responsive your body was becoming. 

When your eyes started to flicker open, you were immediately met by the dark green eyes that had infested your dreams and looked up at you from the space between your legs. You were about to sit up in a hurry and send a mass of questions towards the brunette but when she flattened her tongue and dragged it through your embarrassingly wet folds, you moaned and bliss and let your head fall back against your pillows as Wanda’s tongue leisurely explored your pussy while cherishing the intoxicating taste. 

Wanda chuckled smugly when you attempted to push her face further between your shaking legs and instead pulled away to hover over you again. She had already spent plenty of time between your legs while you slept, sinking her tongue as far as she could to feel your muscles contract around her and draw out helpless mewls from you. She had your taste ingrained in her mouth and though she was sure she could positively spend hours more teasing and pleasuring your pussy, the witch had other ideas for that night. It was fine though, there would be plenty more opportunities for you to cum on her tongue in the future. 

“Hey, sweet girl.” Wanda giggled and kissed you as you struggled to understand what was happening and if you were even really awake. “No one can feel that good in a dream, silly.” She chuckled. “And it’s not over yet.” She declared with a darker hint to her words as she grabbed the toy attached to her harness and pushed it between your legs. Your eyes widened at the sudden knowledge of what Wanda was about to use on you and though slightly scared from just haven been awoken to it, you couldn’t deny you were excited too. 

Wanda pushed her hips forwards without much more warning and guided the strap into your awaiting cunt with a soft sigh as she watched how well your pussy took the thich toy. “See how well this pussy takes my cock.” The Sokovian said as she watched keenly everytime the strap disappeared inside you only to be pulled back with your wetness coating it. “You were made for me, darling.” She smiled when your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth opened in a silent scream when Wanda angled her hips just right. You moaned her name with such an air of innocence that the witch wanted nothing more than to corrupt. 

She pushed the entirety of the toy forwards until her hips were resting against your own then stayed frozen in place as she watched the desperation grow in your eyes as you stared up at her like you needed her to survive. Wanda always knew she would make you the picture of everything she desired from you, she just hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly. She was immensely proud.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was gone, detka. Honestly, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for 2 years. You’ve no idea how infuriating that is.” Wanda grunted as she punctuated her words with a sharp snap of her hips, filling you up again with the thick strap with no resistance and beginning to set a much harsher pace than she had originally been merciful enough to give. “Watching my girl let all those whores flirt with her like you don’t belong to me. I just wanted to bend you over those bars and fuck you infront of everyone so they know you’re mine.” You could see the sudden shift in her emotions and braced yourself for what was to come. 

“I’m yours, mommy.” You tried, knowing it was best to try to please her as well as you could.

“That’s right and I’ll never let you forget it.” Wanda said as she began to fuck you harder, slamming the cock into you at a bruising pace with the intention of getting her message through. “Cum for me, detka. Cum for mommy.” She encouraged with an air of desperation as she began to toy with your clit to bring you closer to the edge you were leaning over. “Now.” 

“Mommy!” You moaned in bliss as you clung onto Wanda's frame and shuddered violently as you came just as hard as you had in the kitchen with her only with her cock deep inside you instead of her fingers. It felt as though your body was floating as she allowed you to enjoy the high until you came crashing down. 

“You look so good that fucked out.” She admired, not slowing down in her pace. You whined at the sensitivity and tried to squirm away but Wanda’s magic whisked up your wrists and held them firmly above your head.

You hear the sounds in the kitchen stop, the faint click of her heels on the tiles increasing in volume as she walks towards the door of the kitchen. 

“Sweetheart, you’re home early,” she greets you as she walks into the living room, wiping her hands on her apron, “dinner shouldn’t be too much longer.”

You walk over to greet her properly, pressing a kiss to her cheek as your hand rests on her waist lightly. She’s smiling when you pull back, a broad and radiant grin that lights up her whole face. You feel your breath catch, falling in love all over again with the woman in your arms. 

“How about you go sit down at the table and I’ll finish up dinner?” Wanda suggests as she cups your cheek in her hands, leaning in to brush her lips sweetly against yours. 

You nod, chasing her lips as she tries to pull away. She laughs lightly, swatting gently at your shoulder as she levels you with a look that you know is her way of telling you to behave. 

You pout as she walks back to the kitchen, the door swinging shut behind her and the clanging noises begin again. You wander over to the table, sitting down and relaxing into the seat.

It's only a few minutes before Wanda returns again, a trail of dishes floating in the air behind her. She takes her seat across from you, the plates falling gracefully into place on the table.

“This looks incredible, darling,” you watch a smile cross your wife’s face at your compliment as she spoons some potato onto her plate. 

The two of you begin to eat, a comfortable silence filling the room that is only broken by the occasional clink of the cutlery against the plates. You hum in satisfaction as you eat, savouring the taste of the meal. 

Once you’ve both finished eating, Wanda begins to clear the plates, stacking them in the middle of the table. 

“Here, let me help,” you offer, standing up and trying to grab the stack of plates to carry them into the kitchen.

With a wave of Wanda’s hand, the plates rise into the air and out of your grasp, your fingers closing around empty air. You can almost swear you hear a chorus of laughs erupt behind you but when you turn, all you see is a bright light at the edge of the dining room like always.

“Don’t be silly,” Wanda chides, reclaiming your attention from the phantom sounds. “I have this taken care of. Why don’t you go relax on the couch and I’ll join you in a minute?”

You just nod, still feeling a little unsettled by the laughter you could have sworn you heard. You shuffle over to the couch, shaking your head. You must be imagining things, you decide. Work had been stressful this week and maybe your exhaustion was catching up to you.

As if on cue, your legs start to feel heavy, your eyelids drooping as you sink into the cushions on the couch. Your mind feels hazy like you can’t quite catch any of the thoughts swirling around and you let the feeling wash over you.

The clicking of heels on the floor makes your eyes open, your brain suddenly free of the fog that had settled in. You don’t know how long you had been sitting on the couch for but the sky outside had darkened considerably.

You watch as Wanda walks toward you, drying her hands on the front of her dress, the light reflecting in her eyes almost making it look like they were glowing red.

“All done,” she smiles brightly as she sits next to you on the couch, her body pressed tightly against yours and the comforting warmth instantly soothing you. 

You wrap your arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her hair. You inhale deeply, the scent of her shampoo helping to ease your nerves further. You weren’t sure what was going on with you today but everything just felt a little off.

“How was work?” Wanda prompts, her hand resting lightly on your knee.

“Busy,” you sigh, trying to rack your brain to think of anything specific to tell her. “We had a big deadline to meet.”

“Sounds stressful,” Wanda replies, her thumb rubbing circles on your knee.

“Yeah,” you frown, still not able to recall any distinct details of your day. “I guess it all kinda passed by in a blur.”

“Well that happens when you’re busy,” Wanda says cheerily, reaching forward to grab the remote off the table. “Let’s watch some television to take your mind off things.”

You hum in agreement, forehead still creased as you try to remember just one thing from your day. You could barely even remember eating your lunch, all you have is a hazy memory of sitting in the break room with Norm.

“Wait,” you say suddenly as the edges of your memory sharpen, details coming back to you. “There was something weird at lunch today.”

You’re too preoccupied with holding onto the recollection that you don’t notice the way Wanda’s hand stills or the slight tense of her jaw.

“Weird how?” her tone curious, her grip on your knee tightening. 

“It was Norm,” you reply, your memory suddenly clear as day. “He started muttering to himself at the table. Then he kind of snapped. He looked right at me and said “She’s in my head. None of it is my own. It hurts. It hurts so much. Just make her stop.” But I don’t know who he was talking about”

You shiver as you recall the frantic edge to your friend's voice, the way his eyes were pleading with you as he spoke.

“And then he just seemed to snap out of it. Just went back to eating his lunch like nothing happened and no one else in the break room noticed.” You can hear the slight edge of panic in your own voice now, your heart rate increasing.

“Well you’re under a lot of stress dear,” Wanda tells you, running her fingers through your hair to try and soothe you. “Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.”

“I didn’t make this up!” Your voice comes out louder than intended but Wanda doesn’t even flinch at your outburst. “It happened, I know it did.”

“But then why does no one else remember it?” Wanda pushes, her fingers pressing against your temple. “If it really happened, surely someone else would have seen it.”

You feel a sense of calm washing over you, like a wave of energy spreading through your body from where Wanda’s fingers rested against you. You always loved how soothing her touch was, she could always help alleviate even your greatest worries.

“Yeah, maybe I’m just stressed,” you agree, your body feeling light and carefree.

Seemingly satisfied, Wanda turns back to the television in front of you, flicking the channel to one of your favourite shows. It was a sitcom that the two of you loved to watch together, a routine that you shared for as long as you could remember.

As you sit, your mind begins to wander again. You think about Wanda and the life you shared together. You loved her with your entire being, a love that ran deep into your bones. It felt like all you had ever known was Wanda.

You try to remember life before her, life before getting married and moving to Westview. Again, your mind came up blank but you just reasoned that there wasn’t much worth remembering before this.

“Wanda,” you muse, drawing her attention from the laughing track of the show. “Do you remember how we met?”

“Why of course, dear,” she smiles at you, the sight taking your breath away as it always did. “The first time I met you, you swept me off my feet and I’ve been falling more in love with you every day.”

“Yes,” you agree before pushing for more. “But how did we meet? I can’t really remember anything before Westview.”

“Why do you need to remember anything?” she asks, the hard edge returning to her voice. “We have everything we could ever need here, we have each other. Isn’t that enough?”

“Well yes,” you reply, trying to explain yourself in a way that wouldn’t upset your wife. “But I find it odd that Westview is all I know.”

Wanda pauses, like she was trying to find the right words to answer you.

“I keep having these strange dreams lately,” you continue, remembering waking up in a cold sweat the night before. “It’s like it's another reality. Another me. You’re there as well, except you look different. Your hair is longer, your clothes are strange. And there are these monsters or aliens. I don’t even know. But people are dying all around us. Your hands glow red like your powers are completely altered. More powerful. Dangerous.”

Wanda’s eyes grow wide as you talk and you realise that you sound insane but you keep talking.

“There is this really large purple creature. You try to fight him but it doesn’t work. He’s after a red man and we try and stop him. He tries to throw you away but I rush forward. And then I wake up. It’s the same dream every time. I just don’t know what it means”

Wanda’s eyes look like they’re shining, reflecting the bright light behind the television. You wonder if maybe she has had the same dream too, that she understands the feeling of dread and fear that courses through you each night you have it.

You don’t have much time to think it over though, Wanda’s lips are suddenly pressed to yours. They’re hot and urgent, her hand cupping your cheek to keep you from pulling away.

You give into her, your lips working with hers as you lose yourself in your wife. You can feel her other hand trailing down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

When breathing becomes necessary, Wanda pulls back, panting against your mouth as she stares into your eyes.

“Let’s not worry about silly dreams, shall we?” she tells you, her words sounding more like a command than a request. 

She presses a kiss to the side of your jaw, swinging her leg over yours until she’s straddling your lap on the couch. Your hands grip her hips to help steady her as her lips move down your throat.

Her hands work the buttons of your shirt, slowly revealing the skin of your chest as she sucks on your collarbone. You moan at the feeling, the sting of her teeth quickly replaced by her soothing tongue.

Once she’s undone all the buttons, she pushes your shirt from your shoulders, your bra quickly following, her mouth now trailing over your chest. She shuffles back on the couch as she moves lower, her fingers brushing over your aching nipples and causing your back to arch.

You can feel the arousal pooling in your belly, her touch setting you on fire. Your mind has gone blank, entirely lost in the feeling of her.

She lowers herself to the floor in front of you, pushing your knees open and resting between them. Her hands are now working on the clasp of your pants, lowering the zipper and tugging them. 

You lift your hips to accommodate her, your underwear soon following your slacks and leaving you bare before her. Once they’re tossed to the side, Wanda turns her hungry gaze to between your legs and you know that you won’t be able to last long.

Her mouth is on you in an instant, her tongue working over your most sensitive parts as she pushes two fingers past your entrance. Wanda was rarely this rough with you, usually taking her time to savour every inch of you before bringing you to release.

But tonight, you knew she was on a mission. Her fingers curled inside of you as her tongue lapped at your clit, the coil in your belly quickly tightening. Your fingers grip the couch cushion below you, knuckles white as your moans echo throughout the room.

Wanda adds a third finger, the wet sound of her fucking you the only sound heard above your moans. You try and move your hips in time but you’re having trouble finding the rhythm, muscles tightening as your orgasm approaches at rapid speed. 

“Wanda,” you choke out as you feel yourself approaching the edge. “Darling, you’re going to make me cum.”

Wanda doesn’t reply, her lips wrapped tightly around your clit as her tongue flicks the bundle of nerves like her life depended on it. You take that as permission, closing your eyes as you focus on the way she was making you feel.

A few seconds later, you feel yourself tip over the edge, your voice calling out her name as you ride the waves of pleasure. She slows her pace, fingers still thrusting inside of you languidly as the shockwaves make you jerk against her.

Once you’ve finally come down from your high, she removes her fingers, tongue lapping lightly to help clean you up. Your chest is still heaving, limbs feeling heavy and your body sated.

Wanda rises from the floor and sits back next to you on the couch, guiding your head to rest against her lap. She flicks her hand, a blanket floating toward the two of you and settling over your naked body.

You can feel your eyelids growing heavy as Wanda strokes your hair gently, quietly humming a lullaby under her breath.

You want to sit up, the lingering uneasiness from your earlier conversation still threatening the edge of your mind. You want to talk to Wanda about these things, certain that she knew more than he was letting on. But your levels of comfort were growing, your mind bombarded with feelings of peace and contentment. 

Maybe you would bring it up tomorrow.

If you still remembered it.

“Have a rest dear,” you hear Wanda say quietly as your eyes lose the battle to stay open. “And don’t worry about any bad dreams tonight. I’ll keep them away.”