Wanda Maximoff One-Shots

The Scarlet Witch*

Contains: power abuse (kind of), restrains, bdsm, spanking (core and butt), strap-on, magic penetration, orgasm denial, degradation, a few pet names (like darling), the Scarlet Witch, morally grey character, short choking, mentions of unaliving people

Pov y/n

I watch the red swirls on the horizon. They're the only source of light this late at night. There are no street lamps, only the red shine of the swirls. It dips everything into a dark, dangerous color. I tug my robe tighter around my shoulders, feeling a little chilly. No matter, how long we're already living under the reign of the Scarlet Witch, I will never get used to this.
Even though I also can barely remember the time where she wasn't our ruler. It's not that long ago, maybe two years, but all the memories are vivid and seem to fade away more with each day. 

I do remember that we didn't have a curfew back then. We could go out all night and enjoy ourselves. Now we have to be home when it's dark. Not just because of the lack of street lights but because it's the law. If you refuse it, you'll get punished.
I don't know what the Scarlet Witch does to these people but I know that I don't want to be one of them. She can be quite cruel and scary.

Since she became our ruler, I've seen her twice. The first time was when she was flying above the city, announcing the new rules. I had to squint to see her and couldn't see her face, she was way too high up for that.
The second time was a few weeks ago when she came to check if everything was going how she wanted. She walked on the other side of the street, her steps firm and fast like nothing could stop her. I didn't dare to make eye contact but I did glance at her. I'm very aware of her position and how much power she holds and how dangerous and evil she can be. But I couldn't help but find her attractive. The way her red hair swung with each step and how her cape danced around her legs with each step. She had so much confidence radiating off her, which was really hot, I like confident women. But I know it's so wrong to think about her like that.

My parents whispered about how bad she is for all of us and how she'll destroy our lives completely some day. No matter how much bad stuff I heard about her, I couldn't help but think back to that one moment. She didn't seem like the destroyer of the worlds to me. Sure, a little stern maybe but not cruel, just determined. It was hard to get her out of my head after that. She's been occupying my thoughts ever since and I haven't dared to admit that to anyone. My friends and family wouldn't understand and remind me constantly how dangerous the Scarlet Witch is. Somewhere deep inside my brain, I know that but I don't want to see her that way. Maybe because of my little crush, maybe because she didn't give me that impression. And honestly: what's so bad about the curfew?
It keeps us safe at night. The crime rate sunk rapidly, so there really isn't anything to complain about.

I shake my head and step away from the window. The digits on my digital clock tell me it's half past 12, the middle of the night. I wasn't able to fall asleep for the past two hours and gave up ten minutes ago. Watching the red swirls on the sky always gives me a certain calmness. It's like watching a lava lamp. There's nothing bad or dangerous about the light, it's just fascinating. I wonder what it would feel like to touch it. I imagine it to be warm and soft against the skin. 

Another thought infiltrates my mind. Would she feel it?
Would she feel me touching her magic? Would it be nice for her? I want it to be nice for her. But I could never reach that high up and I don't know if there's any point where her magic touches the ground. If there is, it's very far away. 

Suddenly, I feel the urge to look for it. There's this pull inside me, leading me into the hallway of my apartment. Against all rationality, I follow that sudden urge. I've never felt it before and I have no idea where it's coming from but it's there. Resisting it feels like a challenge that I'm not up for this late. It's almost as if my body was directed by another force, only allowing me to witness everything without giving me any control. I should be scared of that but I'm not, weirdly enough. It sends a warm feeling through my body, giving me a sense of security. Nothing can happen to me, I'm safe. The building hallway is totally silent because everyone is asleep. I don't even care about closing my apartment door. Through the glass window in the front door, red light spills into the hallway, giving me a sense of direction. I follow that light and reach for the door handle. There's a second of hesitation inside me but it's brushed away by the warmth and sense of security.