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Swing | Wanda Maximoff
A Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe Story
Summary: Wanting to make up for missed birthdays, you give Wanda quite the present
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (18 + MINORS DNI), language
Word Count: 1.9K
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You anxiously paced around the living room of your shared house with Wanda.  She was en route back after dropping the boys off at Vision’s for the weekend.  The quiet hour you had to yourself was spent setting up the latest in a long line of birthday gifts for your girlfriend.  It was your way of making up for all the ones her ex had forgotten: how anyone could ignore Wanda on her birthday was incomprehensible.  She insisted that you didn’t need to spoil her, arguing that you didn’t need to make up for Vision’s shortcomings.  You ignored her.  It was the first time in your life you had a woman to spoil and you were planning on taking full advantage of that.  
The gifts started small: cooking her favorite dinner on Monday for no reason, surprising her with her favorite flowers on Tuesday, the new end table she’d been talking about for months on Wednesday, and a long after dinner massage on Thursday.  Wanda wasn’t used to such thoughtful displays of kindness.  Yet you were determined to make sure she had the best birthday yet, which is why you saved the best for last.  This was the present you knew she wouldn’t be expecting at all.  It’s the one she mentioned in passing once not realizing how you’d cling onto it for the last few months.  It was the most expensive of the gifts.  And it was the most…scandalous…of the gifts.  
The sound of the front door unlocking snapped you back to reality.  Your heart pounded in your throat, threatening to explode out of your body entirely as seconds turned to minutes turned to hours as you waited for Wanda to walk down the hallway.  
“Virginia’s over for the weekend.  She brought the kids with her, too.  I know Billy gets along with Vin well enough, but Tommy really doesn’t care for him or Viv.  And I don’t understand why the V names.  Could they not come up with anything else?” Wanda frequently voiced her disdain for her ex-husband’s new girlfriend and her kids.  While you knew that she was happy and secure in your relationship, you also knew that the topic of her failed marriage was a sore subject.  
“The boys’ll be fine, Wands.  It’s just for the weekend.”
“I know.”
“They’ve gotta get used to being around Virginia and the kids.”
“I know.”
“That means we have the weekend to ourselves.”
“I know,” Wanda smirked.
“I have a present for you.”
“Y/N, no.  You’ve already gotten-” “It’s downstairs.”
Wanda’s mouth snapped shut abruptly as she looked at you, a curious expression painted on her face.  
“Follow me?” you asked as you offered her your hand.  You smirked knowingly as Wanda sighed, dropping her hands into your outstretched one.  
“You know, you don’t have to spoil me like this just because it’s my birthday.  Really, it’s okay.”
“I want to make up for all those ones that Vision missed or forgot or whatever…plus this one is for both of us.”
“What do you mean-oh.”  Wanda’s eyes widened as she stared at the hanging mess of nylon and leather straps hanging from the heavy bag hook on the ceiling.  “Oh my god.”
“You like it?” you chuckled, giving Wanda’s hand a slight squeeze.
“Oh my god,” she repeated.  You felt her hand slip from yours as she carefully made her way over to the middle of the room.  Wanda brushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she eyed the set-up with a keen sense of curiosity.  
“Now if you really don’t want another gift, I can always take it back,” you teased, cheekily shoving your hands in your pockets, watching Wanda stare awestruck at the swing in the middle of the room.
“Don’t you dare,” Wanda warned.  “Where on earth did you find one of these?” she asked, reaching up to run her fingers through the straps.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.”
She gave you a look.
“The internet.  Some website.  Google suggested it.”
Wanda’s look turned into a smirk.  The nylon straps danced through her fingers as she continued to examine her newest present.  You felt your heart slowly creeping up your throat the longer you stared at the straps twirling through your girlfriend’s fingers.
“You remembered.”
“Wanda, how could I forget?”  Your heart threatened to burst out the side of your neck as blood rushed through every part of your body.  
“And this is why you wanted the boys to stay with Vision this weekend?” “Do you want to keep asking questions or do you want to try it out?”
Her lips crashed into yours before you could get another thought out.  Instinctively your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her body flush against yours.  She sighed into your mouth, her soft hands gently tugging at your hair.  No matter how many times you did it, kissing Wanda never got old.  Each kiss was a new experience, a new sensation that you perpetually craved.  She was the most entrancing woman in the entire world and she was all yours.
“So how does this work?” Wanda asked breathlessly as you nibbled on the sensitive spot under her jaw.
“Dunno,” you mumbled between kisses, your grip on Wanda tightening as soon as you felt her swoon ever so slightly.  “I think it’s pretty self-explanatory.”
“This won’t fall down, right?” she asked.  Her hands trailed down from your head to the buttons at the front of your shirt.  You shook your head, recoiling slightly as you felt her cold hands brush your chest as she tore at your clothes.
“Hope not.”  You undid the button on her jeans, your fingers slinking inside the waistband.
“Hope not?”
“I mean it should be good.  Don’t see why it wouldn’t be.”
Wanda chuckled as she shook her head.  She knew that you would’ve double and triple checked to make sure the swing wouldn’t fall down the second she got into it.  
“So how do I get in?  Do I just-?”
“I think you just sit back into it and put your legs in the straps,” you replied, stepping out of your jeans and boxers and kicking them behind you.  
Wanda, now in her long sleeve shirt and panties, carefully looked behind her as she grabbed the leather support straps and allowed herself to sink into the swing.  She fell back with an emphatic oomph, tentatively repositioning herself as the two of you prayed she wouldn’t immediately come crashing down.  
“How is it?” you asked, slinking over to the swing and positioning yourself between her legs.
“It’s actually pretty comfortable,” she observed.  “Can you help me get my legs up?”
“Yeah, but let’s get these off first,” you replied, teasing the palm of your hand between her legs.  Wanda whimpered at your touch, a jolt of excitement running through her body as her hips bucked into your hand.  You smirked at her as you pulled off the lace garment, tossing it over your shoulder.  “Leg.”
Wanda lifted her leg up as you grabbed the extended stirrup, guiding her foot through the loop so that her leg sat bent against the swing.  You gently grabbed her other leg unprompted, guiding it to the same position.
“I am definitely going to feel that tomorrow,” Wanda joked.  She reached one hand forward and grabbed your cock.
��Oh yeah?” you stifled a slight groan as she began to pump her hand up and down your length.  
“I’ve already got that bad hip, Y/N.  Let’s see how much more damage you can do.”  
You felt yourself twitch under her grip, hardening as you rocked into her hand.  Luckily you were able to grab the metal bar at the top of the swing to steady yourself.  
“You okay there?” she teased.  You groaned in response, leaning forward to capture her lips between yours.  She smiled into the kiss, knowing full well the intoxicating effect she had on you.
“You gonna keep distracting me or are you gonna let me-?”
“If you don’t put that inside me soon I may actually die.”
“Somebody’s dramatic.” “It’s my birthday, I can be as dramatic as I want today.”
“Is that so?” You grabbed the base of your cock, positioning yourself against her entrance.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded.  
Instead of pushing yourself inside her, you rubbed your head against her folds, coating yourself in the wetness that was pooling between her legs.  Wanda threw her head back and groaned.  She gripped the straps tightly as you teased her, dipping the tip inside briefly before pulling out and sliding around her clit.
“Is this what you wanted, Wands?”
“Y/N, please,” she pleaded in a tone that was uncharacteristically whiny.
With little warning, you pressed yourself into Wanda, her slick folds parting with ease as you buried your length inside her.  The feeling of her warm, wet walls around you elicited a groan from the deepest part of your core.
“Oh my god,” Wanda groaned, her eyes rolling back as you entered her at an entirely new angle for the first time.  “Baby, oh my god.”
“That okay?” you asked.
“Move,” she ordered as she screwed her eyes shut.
You didn’t need to be told twice.  Taking a firm grip on the straps, you rolled your hips into her.  The moan that erupted from her lips was pornographic.  Her body strained and tightened as your cock rubbed against the most sensitive part of her walls.  She squeezed against you as you thrust in and out, forcing you to work harder than normal.
“Fuck,” you gasped, biting your lip as Wanda’s wetness engulfed you over and over again.  
“Right there, Y/N, don’t stop,” Wanda begged.  Her hand came up to rest against your stomach as you picked up your pace, pounding into her slick pussy as you pulled the swing toward you.
“You feel so good, Wands.”
“I love the way your cock feels inside me, baby.  You always-fuck, that’s the spot right there-” Wanda let out a groan, unable to finish her thought as you pulled against the swing, changing the angle ever so slightly.
“You like that?” you gritted through clenched teeth, attempting to stave off your impending orgasm.  
“I’m close,” she whimpered, arching her back against the swing.  “Keep going, just like that.”
“Wanda, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.  “Should I pull-”
“Inside.  Please.  Fill me up.  I want to feel you finish inside me.”
Wanda’s words drove you over the edge.  You groaned loudly as you came inside her, painting her with your seed.  The sensation of being filled with your cum sent Wanda over the edge, too.  She moaned your name over and over as you filled her up, squeezing every last drop from you.
The two of you came down from your highs in a sweaty tangle of naked bodies and leather and nylon.  You collapsed on top of her, panting into her chest as your legs buckled under the ecstasy of your orgasm.  Wanda leaned back, rubbing her hands through her hair as she struggled to control her breathing.
“Best birthday present ever,” she panted.  “I am so sending the boys to Vision’s more often.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.  I don’t think it’s possible for us to use this quietly,” you chuckled.  “I’ve never heard you moan like that before.”
“That’s because you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“So what I’m hearing is I need to cum inside you more often.”
“What you’re hearing is I need you to have your way with me in this swing more often.”
“Round two then?” you quipped.
“You’re on.”
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phantomspiderr · 1 year
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Relax My Love
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x afab!reader (lil mentions of Natasha Romanoff x reader)
Word Count: 1.9k
Summary: Wanda just wants to help you relax in the best way possible
Warnings/Tags: SMUT, so much smut, so it’s 18+, fake p in v, little overstimulation, rough and gentle Wanda, reader’s a whiny lil baby, one use of good girl, it's a bit soft to begin with
a/n: half of this has just sat in my drafts for months and I randomly looked at it the other day and this happened. It was originally going to be a bit softer and caring but obviously, the horny little goblin that lives in my brain got out. Oh and this was beta’d by my favourite person @natashasvixen 🥰
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You let out a sigh as you sink into the hot water, your sore muscles relaxing as you fully submerge yourself in the bath. Thoughts of the day slip from your mind and your eyes fall closed, head resting against the edge of the tub.
"Oh moya lyubov' (my love)," your eyes blink open and you take in a deep breath. Unsure of how much time has passed, your mind comes back to full consciousness as your girlfriend comes into view, "did Natasha work you too hard today?"
A small whine escapes you as you nod your head, Wanda sinks to her knees next to the bath, her hand combing through your hair softly. Her gaze is fixed on your face like she's studying you.
"Let me help you relax detka (baby)," her other hand gently holds your face, her thumb stroking along your cheek and your eyes close at the contact. Wanda places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, your eyes blink open and a lazy smile plays on your lips. Your girlfriend stands and slowly starts undressing. You can't help but giggle as she starts exaggerating her movements, flinging clothes across the bathroom. Finally, she stands fully naked in front of you and you smile up at her, pulling your arm out of the bubbly water and reaching out toward her. She steps forward letting your wet hand graze up the outside of her thigh.
"Scoot forward my love," immediately you pull yourself forward, the water swishing around slightly and Wanda gingerly steps into the bath behind you. Once she is sat down, her legs on either side of you, her hands sink under the water to the base of your spine, slowly she drags them up against your skin until they come to a stop at your shoulders. Wanda starts digging her thumbs into your muscles, trying to rid you of the knots that hide under your skin. A groan falls past your lips as your head drops forward and you feel her place a kiss on the back of your neck.
Wanda starts humming a tune you don't recognise but the sound helps you relax further, her hands realising all the tension you have built up. Her hands start moving down your back, her thumbs still pressing into your skin as they move and she starts kissing along your shoulders. She starts at the top of your spine moving all the way to the edge of one shoulder before doubling back and going along the other.
"Nat really left her mark on you didn't she?" her breath on the back of your neck causes you to shiver. Wanda is reminded of the smutty picture of you Natasha had painted for her this morning right before they went into training as one of her fingers draws wet circles against the brightly coloured bruises littering your neck. You can only whine in response and she giggles, her hands continuing to move along your back as she starts kissing your neck.
"I love you so much," her hands slip around your stomach and she gently pulls you back to lay against her. Wanda holds you there while she presses soft kisses to the side of your head. Her fingertips lightly brush over your skin, slowly moving up the centre of your chest before she goes back down, this time grazing her knuckles against your nipples. You let out a quiet moan as she continues doing the same thing a few more times while she whispers praise into your ear.
Your eyes shut tight as she continues with her ministrations, your head rolling against her shoulder as she goes agonisingly slower. When you whine Wanda stops her movements, one hand resting splayed against your stomach and the other turning your head until she can capture your lips with hers.
She's slow and attentive with her mouth, taking her time to ensure she has you keening. Her tongue gently swiping along your lips makes your mouth fall open, letting her deepen the kiss without much effort. Her hand firmly holds your jaw, keeping you in place. There's a strain in your neck at the awkward angle but you continue to lazily delve your tongue into Wanda's mouth.
"Why don't we get you to bed dorogoy(sweetheart)?" Wanda moves to kiss your forehead, a quiet whine escaping you and it makes Wanda chuckle. She kisses you once more, your lips still touching as she speaks again, "I can help you relax more there."
That's all it takes, you're both climbing out of the bath dripping water everywhere as Wanda can't wait. Her lips immediately attached to yours, moving their way down your neck and you're whimpering for her. She only pulls herself away to grab hold of a nearby towel, slowly using it to dry you off. Her eyes stay trained on yours as she steadily sinks to her knees in front of you, your breath hitches at the sight and you have to remind yourself to breathe. Wanda's delicate hands move down each leg with the towel and she's placing kisses up your thighs and onto your hips. You can't tell if you're dizzy from the heat of the bath or from Wanda's sweet but sensual movements. You don't even realise that you whine out her name until Wanda speaks again.
"Oh, my sweet baby." You're almost hyperventilating at this point, your chest heaving as you watch her tilt her head to the side, her tone so sickly sweet and you don't break eye contact as she rises back to her feet. "What do you need baby?" You only whine more, how this woman doing so little can make your mind into actual mush you'll never understand. "Tell me what you want angel," she's slightly more authoritative this time. Her hand holding your chin, using that leverage to pull your lips closer, "need to hear you."
"Need you. Need you to touch me. Please, I just-I just need you." You're desperate now, the words just tumbling out before you can even process them fully. Wanda's smirking before you even finish, she loves it when she's able to get you in this state. She loves it when you're pliant and so willing for her.
"You're so good for me detka (baby)," she pauses to kiss you again, "go make yourself all nice and comfy on the bed okay?" You're nodding like an obedient little puppy and it only makes Wanda chuckle as she turns you in the direction of the door. A slight smack on your ass propels you forward as you follow your instructions and go to leave.
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The groan followed by foreign mumbling pulls your eyes to hers, you'd been laying out on the bed patiently waiting alone for much longer than you'd expected. Your compliant clouded brain only focused on the thought of what was to come.
"So beautiful."
Wanda sounds more like she's talking to herself as she saunters over to you. Your head falls back against the plush bedding once your eyes clock the shimmery cherry red strap adorning her hips. This woman will be the end of you.
"Going to make you feel so good," Wanda crawls over the top of you, your body immediately welcoming her. She leans on one elbow so her other hand can caress your thigh, gently pulling it up to rest on her hip. The new position opens you up even more to her, Wanda's surprisingly hefty strap now prodding at your entrance and you can't stay still now. Your hips are uncontrollably bucking into her, the tip of her strap now hitting your clit making you whine out a moan. "Going to make you forget all about Nat, you'll be all mine. You want to be all mine don't you baby?"
You're over-exaggeratingly nodding, at this point, you'd probably agree to anything she said as long as she made good on her promise to make you feel good. Her possessiveness paired with her now rocking hips enough to have you teetering on the edge already.
"Want you to take it all," you're panting with quiet moans littered between breaths, "you'd do that for me wouldn't you dorogoy (sweetheart)?"
Your hands are practically clawing at her now, you're so wound up and in need of release, her words only winding you even closer to collapsing over the edge.
"Need you to talk to me," Wanda's nose nudges your jaw, moving your head to allow her to start placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck and along your collarbone.
"I-I need-I need you-fuck-Wands-I-please, please, please!" Words are not your strong suit so you just resort to begging at this point, anything to just get a little more from her. You're still mumbling out pleases when Wanda maneuvers to thrust into you, a sharp squeal coming from deep within you. Her gentleness subsides for a brief second as she sinks fully into you, your legs lock around Wanda’s hips pulling her even closer. A cocky smile graces her face when she stills, making you whine and squirm. Her hand cups your face and she gives you one quick kiss.
“I love you,” you feel as if your heart skipped a beat then when you looked into her eyes. The look of pure love on her face distracts you momentarily, enough that you’re caught off guard when Wanda’s hips start moving at a brutal pace. Your jaw falls open, profanities loudly echoing in the room. She’s not even been going at it for a minute before she changes up the position. Wanda somehow expertly gets on her knees and tugs your body down the bed a little, your bottom half now propped up on her thighs. She doesn’t even give you a second to comprehend the change before she’s driving back into you at a fast pace. Wanda’s hands pull your hips forcefully into hers, your whole body bouncing against hers. Your hands grip the bedsheets until your knuckles turn white and when you finally manage to pry your eyes open you see how Wanda looks almost like a feral animal. Her gaze is transfixed on where the two of you meet, one of her hands moving to rest on your pelvis, her thumb immediately circling your clit and intensifying your pleasure. You almost scream at the added stimulation, your vision instantly starting to stipple.
“That’s it, there’s my good girl. Taking me so well baby, god, you’re so perfect, angel.”
Just like that your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can hear your heartbeat raging in your ears and it’s almost as if your body is levitating. Wanda doesn’t stop either, she keeps pounding into you with her thumb still working you into overstimulation and you can feel your hips moving erratically to get away even as you keep moaning. Before you can even come down from your first orgasm she’s pulled another from you, this time you’re sure you’re screaming, the intense pleasure overpowering you so much you feel like you could blackout.
“What a mess you’ve made angel,” Wanda’s sickly sweet voice returns, she’s slowed her hips completely and removed her hand to instead rub both of your thighs. Your head is still spinning, you’re not even sure what planet you’re on at this point and your eyes blink open to see your girlfriend lovingly looking down at you. “I think we’re going to need another bath now.”
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ynscrazylife · 1 year
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Hi ml! I have a request!
Reader is always a super happy person, even when overworked and sick. Wanda is trying to pull R out of her school work, but R replies with something cute and happy like "don't worry your pretty head about me, I'm fine! " which makes Wanda blush, but still worried. Eventually R gets the flu or something, but is still working. Wanda is surprised at how happy and cheerful R is even  though their miserably sick. Eventually R starts to cry at their desk from feeling so sick, and Wanda is finally able to get R away from their desk, and helps R feel better.
Them!
Magic Kisses
Summary: Your feelings are revealed when Wanda takes care of you when you’re sick. 
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“Y/N, did you need something?”
Suddenly hearing F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice through the lab’s speakers made you let out an undignified yelp as you promptly fell off your stool. Landing in a heap on the floor, you grunted at the pain that spread all over your body and decided to just lay there for a second. Glancing up at the speakers, you said, “Why would I need something, Fri?”
(Even the sound of your own voice made you cringe. You were so nasally with your runny nose).
“You’ve been staring at your blueprints without moving for the past few minutes and from what I can detect, you seem to be developing a cold,” the AI answered matter-of-factly.
You bit back a sigh. You may have been able to hide from the team just how overworked their resident teammate and engineer was, but there was no fooling technology. As much as you loved tinkering around in Tony’s expensive lab, it was times like these that made you second guess your decision to be an Avenger and an aspiring engineer whilst in your senior year of college.
“Just zoned out for a bit, that’s all. I’m alright,” you assured F.R.I.D.A.Y. as you picked yourself up. But as you went to climb back onto the stool, a throbbing pain in your ankle made you hesitate.
You grit your teeth, intent to ignore it, until F.R.I.D.A.Y. piped up. “I’d suggest that you visit Dr. Cho, Y/N.”
You gaze shot to the speakers with a glare. You didn’t want to be pulled from your work now — the blueprints for Tony’s next invention was almost finished! “You do realize that I fell because of you, right?” You snapped at her.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. didn’t respond after that.
You went to get back to work, glancing over the blueprints for the umpteenth time. However, when the pain showed no sign of letting up, you knew that as self-destructive you were, you had to do something about this. You could already hear Tony in your head now, whining all about workers’ comp because you had injured yourself in his lab whilst working for his company.
Dragging yourself to the medbay, you froze in the doorway when a certain redhead caught your eye. Wanda, a close friend and your subsequent crush. It was hard not to like her—she was insanely powerful and, for lack of a better term, hot. The way she was affectionate with you made butterflies swarm in your stomach and you swore her smile was as bright at the stars. When she looked at you, it was like everything fell away, and you had become almost addicted to that feeling.
“Y/N! Everything alright?” Dr. Cho asked and a smile lifted up your face at the sight of Wanda.
“Oh, uh, yeah — I was just hoping to get some ice, I fell off my stool,” you explained, showing them your ankle.
Dr. Cho nodded and went to grab the ice from the freezer. “I can examine it if you need,” she offered.
You glanced at Wanda. “I’m fine, don’t wanna interrupt you guys,” you said, unable to help but wonder what the redhead was doing here.
“You’re not interrupting anything. Dr. Cho just needed me to update some info for my medical file,” Wanda assured you, matching your smile.
You accepted the ice from Dr. Cho with an appreciative nod. “You sure you don’t want an examination? You’ve been holed up in the lab for a while now, might be good to take a break and make sure your ankle’s alright,” Wanda said, eyeing you carefully.
You blushed at the fact that Wanda had noticed. Taking a chance, you said, “Don’t worry your pretty head about me, I’m fine!” Your voice was cheerful, which wasn’t uncommon for you, but there was some force, a push, to it.
Wanda, however, didn’t notice because now she was the one blushing. She went to respond, but it seemed like her brain was short-circuiting, and she just stifled a noise and smiled. Thankfully, Dr. Cho came in to save the day for the redhead.
“Well, if you do want an examination, I’m here all day, okay?” She said, prompting you to nod.
“Thank you,” you said, sparing one last look at Wanda before returning to the lab.
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For the rest of the day, Wanda couldn’t seem to get her mind off you. Not only was she flustered by your comment (little did you know, she did reciprocate your feelings for her), but she couldn’t help but note how long you stayed in the lab.
When it was getting close to dinner time, Wanda caved and went up to the group, most of them hanging out in the living room. “Hey, has anyone seen Y/N around?” She asked.
A chorus of “No”s went around, making her hope deflate. “Check the lab,” Tony suggested.
Oh, she was definitely going to. As she set out for the room, Wanda found herself wishing that you weren’t there. Maybe you had gone to your room to rest — though she knew that was wishful thinking. Once she turned the corner and reached the lab, Wanda’s heart absolutely shattered.
There you were, hunched over on the stool, still hard at work. But it wasn’t that that made Wanda break—it was the fact that she could hear and see you crying, muttering to yourself angrily. She resisted peeking into your mind, no matter how loud your thoughts were or how tempting it was.
“Y/N,” she said softly, gravitating towards you. You seemed to perk up a bit at her presence, but not in the way Wanda hoped. Instead of realizing that she was here to help, you began hurriedly wiping your face and gathering your strewn papers, as if wanting to hide this from her.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Are you alright? What’s going on?” She cooed, delicately taking the papers from you and putting them into a neat snack.
Your shoulders slumped, looking away from her. “It’s—” you began, voice small and cracking.
“Don’t tell me that it’s nothing,” Wanda cut in quickly, stern but not unkind.
You relented with a long say. “I’m just—I’m so tired. I have so much work to do, but my ankle hurts so much and I think I’m coming down with something,” you admitted, wiping your nose. There was a little bit of a whine to your words, but Wanda didn’t care. You could whine all you wanted with her.
“Oh, honey. Take a break with me, okay?” Wanda said, not waiting for an answer before she fixed up the things at your station and put the papers away. You watched her, not arguing against it, but some part of you still felt guilty about it.
“I have school and work for Tony—” you began. It was a weak argument and you knew it, but something inside you was compelled to say it.
“There are always extensions and Tony would much rather you rest than continue to work yourself sick,” Wanda pointed out, turning around when she finished organizing your things. She offered her hand out for you to take.
Deciding to give in (this was Wanda, after-all. You’d never say no to her), you accepted her hand and stood up. But when you tried to walk, you ended up stumbling. The pain in your ankle had gotten much worse with it being untreated.
“Okay, first stop: medbay,” Wanda said, doing her best not to get frustrated that you had neglected your health. She knew that you were only trying to do your best and hadn’t meant to hurt yourself.
You nodded. Deep down, you knew it was needed — not just for your ankle, but also for whatever you were ailed with. Wanda looped one of your arms around her neck and one of her arms around your waist, allowing you to give her most of your weight as she helped you walk to the medbay.
It took some time, but the two of you made it there. “Hey, Dr. Cho. I have a patient for you,” Wanda greeted as they entered, causing Dr. Cho to turn around from her computer.
“Of course, sit up here,” Dr. Cho said, gesturing to an examination table before she went to grab her medical bag.
Wanda wasted no time in lifting you up and setting you down on the table. “Do you want me stay for this? I can wait outside if you want,” she asked, not wanting to invade on your privacy.
“Only if you want to,” you said. Normally you weren’t so shy, but when it came to Wanda? She seemed to have some sort of power over you.
Wanda smiled and waited with you while Dr. Cho grabbed her things. She walked over and instructed you to lift your leg up on the table. After probing around the ankle and seeing that it was swollen, she determined that it was a bad sprain and wrapped it up. Then, she grabbed her stereoscope. Wanda watched as you breathed in and out patiently. When she was done, she grabbed a thermometer to take your temperature.
“You do have a fever, 101.2. It is a little high, but I’m not too worried about it right now,” Dr. Cho said, before looking in your ears and throat. “I think you’re just going to need plenty of rest and fluids. Rest your ankle, too. You can take some medication for your fever and any pain.”
“Thank you,” you said, throat a little croaky.
She smiled. “Of course.”
Wanda helped you off from the table and to your room. You were content to rest on your own, but realized that wasn’t going to happen when Wanda propped up pillows for your back and ankle and went into your bathroom to grab some stuff.
“Y/N, you don’t have any medicine in here?” Wanda called, making you chuckle.
“I’m fine, really—” you cut yourself off with a string of your own sneezes that soon dissolved into violent coughs.
Wanda immediately reappeared, walking over to rub your back. Once the fit was over, you leaned back, suddenly tired. “Okay, I’m feeling it now,” you muttered, sniffling.
“Aw, poor thing. I’ll be right back, okay?” Wanda said, brushing some of your hair back. You didn’t want to see her go (you got clingy when sick), but just nodded.
Somewhere along the way, you must’ve dozed off, because soon you woke to the smell of hot, delicious soup. Blinking your eyes open, you found a tray with soup being placed in front of you and your favorite sitcom playing on the TV.
“Oh, Wanda, you didn’t have to,” you said, heart warming at the kind gesture.
Wanda was sitting next to you with a large smile. “I wanted to. Is there anything else you need?” She asked.
Your shook her head. “I’ve got everything I need right here,” you said.
“Me, too — now eat up!” Wanda urged, making you laugh.
Doing what she said, you began eating the soup. “Did you cook this yourself? This is amazing,” you complimented between slurps.
Wanda giggled. “I did,” she said, leaning back against your bed and stretching an arm out. You gladly leaned against her, relishing in her warmth.
Meanwhile, Wanda was freaking out on the inside — you had leaned into her touch! She couldn’t be more happy and did her best to pay attention to the sitcom (though her mind kept on drifting to you) as you finished the soup.
When you were done, you found your head falling onto Wanda’s shoulder. The Scarlet Witch did her best not to freak out but when she noticed, out of the corner of her eye, your grip loosen on your spoon, she dared to look over.
A smile lifted up her face when she saw you fast asleep on her shoulder — god, you were the cutest. Wanda very gently went to maneuver you so your head leaned on your pillow, but a whine from you made her stop. “No, want you,” you mumbled, clearly out of it with sleep, as you just nuzzled your head against her.
Wanda blinked. This was just sleepy nonsense, right? “W-what?” She said, laughing it off.
“I want you, Wan. Don’ leave,” you said.
Her smile grew brighter. “I’m not leaving you, just gotta move the tray, okay?” She said.
You nodded a little at that and allowed Wanda to move your head onto the pillow. She moved your tray and put it on the table. When she turned back to you, you moved closer to her, your arm draping over her stomach.
Wanda just giggled. “You want me to stay?” She asked quietly, so as to not disturb you.
You nodded. “Mhm,” you said, eyes still closed.
Wanda turned off the television and laid down, fixing the blankets over you and herself. Just before she put her head on the pillow, she took a second to look at you. You warmed her heart. This was perfect. Wanda had an idea and her instincts, her gut, told her to make the leap and go for it.
She dipped her head and pressed her lips to your forehead, giving you a sweet kiss. She went to pull away, only to hear you say, “Could you . . . Could you do it again?”
She leaned back in. “On your forehead?” She asked.
Now, your eyes fluttered open, meeting her gaze. “Nope,” you said, smiling yourself.
Wanda kissed your lips this time and you kissed back, your arm tightening around her.
When you leaned back, you were a little dazed. “Wow,” you whispered. “Your magic even extends to your kisses.”
“Does it?” Wanda asked, teasing.
You nodded and leaned your head back against her. Wanda wrapped her arms around you and in minutes, you had fallen back asleep. She didn’t even care that you had kissed her when you were sick, she was just happy to hold you. Which was what she did, looking over you, until she fell asleep herself.
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𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔡 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣
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pairing ❦ Doll House AU mommy!Wanda x female doll!reader
summary ❦ Wanda's got a new dress for her doll to wear and she's way too excited to let you sleep in yet again. You're not a morning person, but obedience always comes with rewards
warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; dollification kink, fingering, magical restraints (wrist behind back), bath activities (with a tiny bit of somno if you squint), mommy kink, groping, nipple play, dressing up, general DH happenings of brainwashed reader, a good bit of coddling from our beloved mommy Wanda, but she's still going to make sure she's always in control, a bit stockholmy at this point in the timeline too tbh
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a/n ❦ god I've missed writing for this AU so much, I hope this is like.. good and okay. We've made it through week one of Kinktober, I hope you're all enjoying it so far kinktober masterlist. On the few occasions you found yourself awake before she came to get you, you fell right back into dreamland or snuck your way into her bed in hopes of a morning snuggle. You whined, sleepily wrapping your arms around Wanda to pull her down to the mattress, but your efforts were in vain. “Not today, love. Mommy bought you such a pretty new dress and wants to see you in it.”
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“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart..” 
Waking up was always a daze, Wanda’s voice breaking through your dreams gently as she could. When you rolled over, it was into her waiting arms, so careful in their movement that it took you a few moments to realized she was sitting you upright, “I let you sleep in this morning because you were so tired last night, but you’d sleep the whole day away if I didn’t get you out of bed.” 
It was true; for as long as you could remember Wanda woke you up each morning. On the few occasions you found yourself awake before she came to get you, you fell right back into dreamland or snuck your way into her bed in hopes of a morning snuggle. You whined, sleepily wrapping your arms around Wanda to pull her down to the mattress, but your efforts were in vain. “Not today, love. Mommy bought you such a pretty new dress and wants to see you in it.”
As with everything, your mommy had a particular routine to be followed each day and it started with waking you up and getting you ready for the day which, while you clearly weren’t an early bird, you loved mornings and nights for one reason alone: Wanda’s attention. When she dressed you, she only had eyes for you; nothing diverting her focus or making her leave with the dreaded ‘show me later’ — it was your special time and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. If you were good, there was always a reward, whether it be extra syrup on your pancakes or playing a game of your choice, Wanda never told you what it’d be, but it didn’t take long to catch on that good behavior brought out the most generous version of your favorite person. 
“Can I see it, mommy?” Your voice was groggy as she led you into the bathroom, a little smaller than Wanda’s own, but decorated to perfectly match the soft pastels of your bedroom. 
Wanda undressed you with practiced ease, fingers taking the hem of your nightgown and pulling it over your head quickly and efficiently, “After you’re all clean, I’ll show you, alright?” You nodded slowly, a yawn stopping any words you’d had to say. The brunette regarded you as she always did, with love and reverence, leaning in to give each of your cheeks a kiss before turning to grab a new set of fluffy towels from the rack. “Stay right there and I’ll get you in ten seconds.” 
The water in the bath was already drawn and warm of course; you didn’t think you’d ever had to wait for hot water in this house, but you never questioned it. The less time you had to stand on the cold tile, skin chilling from exposure, the better. When Wanda did return, she was quick to help you into the tub, lowering you herself just in case you slipped in your tired state. “You were gone for twelve seconds, not ten..” 
“Oh was I?” Wanda laughed at that, playfully pinching your side under the water, careful to avoid any of the resulting splash. “Barely awake and you can still count how long I’m gone?” 
“I’m very awake and two seconds is a lot!” You huffed, cheeks puffing as Wanda poked fun at you. Still, you lifted your arms when she asked and let her clean your properly, still keeping your hope for reward in mind. Eventually you settled down, relaxing as the soapy washcloth scrubbed over your skin, more than content to bask in the comfort of your morning routine. Sometimes Wanda would talk, murmuring statements to herself you didn’t understand or asking about your previous night’s dreams. Today she was humming some tune you didn’t know, but light and sweet and soon enough, your eyes were drifting closed. Sure you were in a large tub, but Wanda would never let anything bad happen to her precious doll; even if you completely fell asleep, you knew no harm would come to you. 
Some time passed before you were aware of your surroundings again, still sitting amidst the chest high water with Wanda’s hand on your back to support you. Her other hand was what made you stir, delicate fingers running back and forth between your open legs. A singular digit slipped past your folds easily, drawing wide, lazy circles, purposefully avoiding your most sensitive areas. She was completely unhurried as she played with you, slowly sinking into you once before pulling out and returning to her makeshift pattern. “Mommy…” 
“Shh, sleepyhead, you’re okay,” Wanda’s head came to rest against the side of your own as you spread your legs for her, her low chuckle music to your ears. “Always so needy right away, such an impatient little doll.” She didn’t hurry up from your moans as her thumb met your clit, not even as your hips bucked up to meet her open palm; Wanda was never one to be rushed, especially not by you. She continued to press and tease, ignoring your pleas each time she drove her finger in and out of your tight entrance. Your constant wiggling became a pain, lukewarm water hitting the floor each time you twisted and turned, making more and more of a mess for her to clean up later. “I’m giving you ten more seconds of bath time before it’s time to get out, use it wisely.”
That short amount of time wasn’t nearly enough to give you the relief she taunted you with; it felt good, but not enough to truly get you anywhere. Wanda’s countdown was just added pressure, your sleep heavy body struggling to meet the demands your brain set, just barely managing to shift forward before her hand left you completely. “No.. that’s not fair..”
Wanda was already standing you up, supporting whatever weight your shaky legs wouldn’t hold. “It was more than fair. I gave you two whole extra seconds, that’s a lot, you know.” You unleashed a set of grumbles as Wanda towel dried you, wrapping the thick cloth across your midsection and escorting you back to your bedroom. When she left you this time, she didn’t bother to promise a time to return, the dress she’d picked out hung conveniently on the side of your vanity mirror. Irritated as you were, you refrained from complaining further, still wanting to be good for the sake of the rest of your day. 
“You’re going to look absolutely precious in this,” The brunette acted as if she hadn’t just had you crying out for her moments prior, completely at ease and determined to dress you in her outfit of choice. It was a cute white dress and you loved every inch of it from its tiered skirt to the small buttons made to close off the top of the bodice— you couldn’t help but crack a smile the instant she held it up to your figure. You let her remove your towel and tie back your hair, giggling as she placed featherlight kisses along your bare shoulders. “There’s the happy girl I love!”
You waited for Wanda to give you undergarments, but they never came, only her instructions to lift your arms while she got the dress over your head. It fit perfectly, everything did when it came from her, and once it settled over your hips, you instinctively twirled back and forth just to watch the mid thigh length skirt flutter around you. “I love it, mommy! Thank you for the new dress.”
Wanda was practically beaming watching you wiggle around like an excited bunny, it would be hard to find a cuter sight. “Come here, let me at least put you in it properly.” She’d left the buttons undone so as not to risk stretching out the delicate fabric and without them put together, you might as well have just been wearing an underbust corset instead of a proper dress. Wanda sat on the edge of the bed while you made your way over to her, motioning for you to sit in her lap. You did so readily, never one to pass up the chance at sitting so close together. Like this you could always smell the subtle florals of her shampoo and perfume, could feel her strong thighs under yours holding you up securely… Wanda was your favorite place to sit. 
She loved having you close too, of course, your easy softness always borderline irresistibly cuddly. Her hands settled on your waist, thumbs rubbing over your hips to still your squirming. “How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?” 
“I slept great! I did have one bad dream, but it was quick and…” Wanda was listening to your response, but not very well, eyes glued to your still exposed breasts. She hadn’t fully fed her need to toy with you from earlier, the awkward angle of the bathtub along with your incessant wiggling making it much harder than it truly needed to be, but that didn’t mean she was out of options. 
Soft lips met your shoulder before you even realized she’d swept in, a trail of kisses from your collarbone, up your throat, and down to a culminating nibble over your sternum forcing a small whimper. “Mommy?” Wanda was content with that for a while, a pattern of kissing and licking working to rile you up just as slowly as she had when you’d dozed off in the bath earlier, but once again you were interrupting, this time tugging at her hands in an effort to push them lower than their place on your abdomen. 
She let it slide the first time, but twice was pushing it and as soon as she caught your free hand move to squeeze at your chest, Wanda had no choice but to reprimand you. “I thought you knew better than to try and touch something that’s not yours.” 
With a subtle flick of her fingers, your wrists were caught behind your back, swirling red tendrils keeping them locked in place no matter how you tried breaking free. “Ah ah, none of that. I’m being lenient because I know you’re tired, but if you don’t sit still I’ll have to really punish you. I have such a fun day for us, dolly, don’t ruin it.” 
You could only manage a sob, Wanda’s disappointed face sending guilt and shame straight to the heart. “I’m sorry, mommy. I didn’t mean it..” 
Wanda merely pouted, her hands finally moving up until they met the swell of your breasts, rolling pebbled nipples between nimble fingers. It took everything you had not to beg for her, to wait patiently and let her go as she pleased, but you did, behaving even as she tugged and twisted at the sensitive buds until it’d begun to sting. “Please, I’m sorry..” 
She had to remind herself you were still such a fragile thing; even though you knew how to behave, you slipped up sometimes. It was only natural to make a mistake every once in a while. After all, it was only recently Wanda allowed you to speak at all, the new freedom would take adjustment. The brunette looked up again, tearing her gaze away from your body to instead meet your begging eyes, “I know, I know you’re sorry. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You shook your head, bottom lip quivering as a gentle hand came to cup your flushed face. 
“Poor thing, you just needed your mommy…” The yes you gave came out painfully shy, but Wanda didn’t mind, cooing over how worked up you’d gotten so quickly while she roughly palmed the breast she still held in her hand. Despite your admission, the two of you stayed like that for a while, Wanda offering placating kisses to your face and neck while she took advantage of your bound and exposed body. She could forgive your mistakes and still take what she wanted for herself. 
When Wanda slipped her hand under your new skirt, it was almost a relief, hoping she’d finally help you where you needed her most. “I bet if I were to slide my hand into your sweet little cunt, you’d be already dripping for me.” You couldn’t remember a time when you didn’t have that dull ache as soon as the woman in front of you pulled you close; some days when you begged for her to take it away, she did. Other days, she made it better before leaving you worse— those were the days you’d gotten on her nerves most. “All because I wanted to have a little fun with you this morning?”
“It hurts…” Two fingers pressed past your entrance with no resistance, not bothering to give the time to adjust she knew you didn’t need. Instinct fed into your urge to roll your hips in time with her thrust, but still under Wanda’s restraints, you’d risk falling off her lap and straight to the floor— you could only sit and take it. 
Her thumb bumped against your clit like it did in the bath, toying with the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were mewling pathetically. “Aw, I’ll make it all better, don’t worry.”
Your head fell to Wanda’s shoulder as you struggled to keep up right, but that just wouldn’t do. “Sit up, honey. Let me see you.” Her free hand splayed over your abdomen, pushing you back and holding your hip. “You look too pretty for me to miss.”
“Wanna touch you too…” Wanda wanted to point out that was nothing new; from day one you’d been attached to her side, upset whenever she said you couldn’t hold her hand because she needed both of them or each night she tucked you into your own bed. There was never a time you didn’t want to feel her presence and really, she didn’t mind, but this had to be a punishment somehow. 
“In a little bit, be patient.” That wasn’t the answer you’d wanted to hear, but there was no way around it, nowhere to run from Wanda’s crude inspection of your newly dressed up figure. Your magic ties spread from your wrists to wind around your waist, allowing the older woman to roam your body as she saw fit, leaning forward until her lips hit the exposed section of your collarbone, sucking a hickey calmly as she could with a near desperate girl trying her hardest to sit still. 
“You’re close already, aren’t you?” Wanda didn’t have to ask, the copious slick running past her palm and to her wrists told her everything she needed to know.
“Mhm, I‘m sorry…” No matter how much Wanda loved playing with her doll, you never did last long, could only do so when subjected to careful edging which you thankfully seemed to be spared from this morning. She never berated you for it, of course, you’d never be anything short of perfect in her eyes, but it made her rules harder to follow. Sympathetic as Wanda was, you weren’t allowed without permission and although you were barely hanging on, her warning from earlier rang clear as a bell. I have such a fun day for us, don’t ruin it. “I need to…”
Wanda pulled back, hand grounding your position at the small of your back as she curled her nimble fingers and found the dreaded spongy patch that never failed to leave you drooling, “It’s alright, doll, you can let go.”
You didn’t know how long you came or how long you’d been riding your high, all you focused on was your mommy’s touch, working you perfectly inside and out as wave after wave of pleasure hit you as if you were a rock on the shoreline. When you came to, your body was free to move and you fell into Wanda without second thought, thighs twitching on either side of hers as you nuzzled deep into the crook of her neck. Your quiet “thank you, mommy,” was hoarse and hurt your throat, but Wanda was quick to quell your troubles, two wet fingers already pushing past your lips and settling on your tongue. 
“You did such a good job listening to me this morning, thank you.” Wanda was adjusting to lean back against the headboard, a bit of a struggle as you insisted on limply clinging to her, tired arms about her waist and your fists clenched in her shirt. You’d snuggled yourself firmly, but cozily, your warm weight pushing Wanda backwards into the pile of pillows you never slept without. “I love you.”
“Wanna sleep more,” You mumbled your love back, muffled against her chest and she smiled; sometimes you really were too adorable for words. It was just that behavior that kept Wanda rooted in place, her hands rubbing your sides while she pressed kisses into the crown of your head. “Cuddle with me please, mama?”
“Well…” Calling her that always did melt her heart, whether you knew it or not; it was hard for Wanda to say no to you already. Your drowsy eyes confirmed you weren’t going anywhere on your own any time soon, breathing evening out like she’d heard a thousand times over now right as you were falling asleep. If she tried to move you, you’d surely be cranky and it just wasn’t worth giving up how sweet and calm you looked dozing off on her right now. 
She really did have such a long day planned… but it was nothing that couldn’t wait. “Just for a little while, then we’ll both get up.” It was the last thing Wanda said before she opened her eyes again at noon.
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MoM SPOILERS!! Can you please do a Earth 838!Wanda X reader where Wanda comforts R after a nightmare and she uses her powers to soothe the R? Maybe the nightmare is about 616 scarlet witch. Hope you’re doing okay and have a fantastic day or night!
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You never met the Scarlet witch, you didn't know Wanda, the Avenger and the Ultron threat was already in the past of another universe. 
Your first date was with a quiet and shy woman, flawed of course but pure. It was easy to judge her, she never was hiding her nature. 
You still remembered how she was apologising for the secret she was burdened with. 
She was simply Wanda Maximoff, a woman who deserved so much more. 
When you asked for another date, she didn't believe you. Her hope wasn't enough to survive. 
Wanda was special. But not in a vulgar 'every girl you're dating with was supposed to be one of a kind'. She was forged in incredible circumstances and yet she had the honest soul. And her only desire was to love. You showed her what it was like to be adored. 
When you confessed, tears ran down Wanda's cheeks. She thought she wasn't worthy. 
Your first kiss proved her wrong. She tried to hide her face. 
When she told you about the magic, you laughed. "Finally, I'll have my own fairy."
In time you bought a bigger house. And Wanda got pregnant 
10 years of marriage and you were still laughing at the same lame jokes. 10 years of marriage and she still was blushing at your compliments. 10 years of marriage and you still were spending every night in each other's arms. 
That day was so delightfully ordinary. You kissed the boys, you kissed your wife, you waved goodbye, you closed the door. 
When you returned, your kids were alone. 
"And she didn't tell you where she was going?" you were making sure that this time half of Tommy's broccoli wouldn't end up on the floor. 
"No."
The superhero stuff. As usual. You understood it, you accepted it. The terror wasn't as frightening anymore. You had to be calm for the kids. Your Wanda was the strongest.
You and the boys were watching TV when the door opened. 
"Honey, next time, please..." 
But as soon as you saw your wife your nonchalant voice disappeared. She was covered in blood and something resembling oil. Torn clothes and limping leg. 
"It's not mine." She read the question in your eyes. 
"Boys, to your room." You were scared. 
"But, mom..."
"I need to take care of your mommy. I promise we'll come as soon as possible." You hid the anxiety, you sounded almost sure. 
"Go, I'm fine."Wanda forced a smile, collapsing on the chair. 
Both of your voices were enough for them to know that everything was going to be alright. As soon as Tommy and Billy left, you ran for the first aid kit. Also grabbing a box of Wanda's potions. 
"Why didn't you..." You reached for the towel. 
"I can't. I don't feel the magic now. I... I'm sorry." 
You pulled her closer. While your hands were examining her back and neck, sobs stole the previous happiness of the kitchen. 
"It's OK, honey. Whatever it was..."
Her fists were pulling your shirt, the oil of her victims was defiling your embrace.
"It wasn't me. You have to trust me, you have to..." pleas were stuck in her throat. 
"I know, I trust you." 
Her hair was tangled and you were the one to brush it in the morning. 
"Honey, let me..." 
You gently washed off the remaining fright. With every touch of the fabric, you were kissing her face. 
"She possessed me." Wanda suddenly whispered. "And there was so much pain in her heart. And anger. She has done so many awful things. Can you imagine reliving the same nightmare every morning?" 
"No." You threw the towel in the sink. "No, I can not."
You had no idea about whom she was talking. But now for the first time you could see your wife's soul being lacerated. And the eyes you loved were a mirror to that. 
Wanda tried to cast a spell, but there were only sparks. 
You helped her get to the shower. You wanted to leave, but she didn't let you. 
"I feel dirty." She kept whispering in your shoulder, hot water covering both of you.
You found new clothes for her. You would throw away the damaged one tomorrow.
"Can we go to the living room?" Billy opened the door to the master's bedroom. 
"I'll go with you." Wanda squeezed your hand. "I need some water."
You sighed, you knew she just needed some time with the boys on her own. 
When suddenly a disturbing noise came from the first floor. 
What you saw downstairs shook you to your core. 
Your Wanda, your honey was talking to a different version of herself. 
"No, stay back." You heard in your mind. Her powers were returning. "I'll take care of it."
For a split second you caught the sight of another Wanda. Repentance. Your wife often had after unsuccessful missions. But you also recognised the fury you never saw before. And it burned your heart. This Wanda was a villain and she wanted to kill your woman and kids. 
"She's stronger than me." the voice continued. "I'll reason with her."
And with that you heard "They are loved."
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Wanda tried to return everything back to normal. She explained the multiverse, she shared the motivation of her variant. But it hit you too hard. You got scared, you let the witch go too far in your brain. You were seeing her eyes, her determination. She would destroy everything you loved, just because she could. 
Whenever Wanda was using her magic, you would flinch, ask for an excuse and leave. Her red mist was as if abusing even a thought of safety. 
You were losing the thread that was holding your family together. When you were touching Wanda's body, you were reminded of how she possibly could behave. 
Wanda felt you slipping from her fingers. When you were around she used her magic only for the good. She noticed how you started keeping the boys away from her. It was painful, but she understood. 
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You started having nightmares. Raw, fast, bloody. Scarlet witch with broken fingers was chasing you. You never told Wanda, simply couldn't. 
But once 616 variant caught you. She wanted to drain your life. You were crying for help. 
"No, no!!! My children..."
"Hey, hey..." Wanda had to wake you up with magic. 
You noticed the strings of help around your head and jumped from the bed. 
"Go away from me." You breathed out. 
"I wanted to help."
"I can't... I just...You're not strong enough to protect us. Even from yourself." 
You spent that night with the boys. 
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Wanda started giving you the time to wake up first, but tonight your dream was even worse. Witch wanted to skin you. This time Wanda woke you up with a touch. You sat on the bed. 
"What is...'' without magic it was harder to grasp the reality. 
"You're home. With me. With your family."
"Honey..." tears were ringing in your voice. 
"It's her, right?" 
"Yes."
You were staring at your wife. She was looking at you with adoration and regret. She got on her knees in front of you. 
"I'm not her. But I... You want me to leave?" 
"What? No, I..." You cupped her face with ice cold hands. "I just see her all the time. In my head. I..." 
"I can help you. With sleep. If you want to. If you... Trust me."
"I did. I think I do." 
Relief was on her face.You nodded, allowing her to hold you.
"I was wrong." You admitted quietly, burying your self disgust in her hair. "I can't stop it on my own. I don't want to ruin what we have. But I'm afraid she'll return. If not her, Wanda from another universe...maybe even you..."
Wanda kissed your temple, her right hand finding the balance of the magic. You felt the blanket of her protection visibly surrounding you.
"I will never hurt and I won't let anyone hurt you. Or the boys. I will always find a way to protect you. And trust me, no more evil witches."
Her words were calming, taking away all the doubts. You were sleeping, you were seeing a happy dream.
Wanda kissed your forehead. And with only a drop of fury added. "I will make sure that every Scarlet witch is destroyed. No matter the cost. She won't take my family away."
When next day you woke up, your wife had to leave. She had to find a way how to gather information about her other variants. And if needed destroy them. Her only desire was still to love. It was the desire of every Wanda Maximoff in every universe.
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askthechaoticwitch · 2 years
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Tempted to write a stephen/wanda fic on my main account based solely on these lyrics:
Roll with me, feel with me
Healing me is your fee to me
I don't wanna know I don't wanna play
Feeling this way, I don't really know how to keep self control
Poison was your given not like I had any choice in
Knowing what I've hidden making you feel like you tripping
Feeling like I'm tripping now that I know what you've hidden
Saying I'm your poison now that I know what you're missing
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Torture myself as i decide how to handle the strain
Gave you my trust all you want is lust
It's love on the brain
Stuck on my mind you know that I'm weak
A permanent stain
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Dreaming with the Witch- #1- s'okay, we're okay
Story summary:  Steven is refusing to sleep at night again, but this time he also doesn’t want to front during the day, so Marc has to cover for him at work, running on little to no sleep every day, straining his voice on -quite bad- British soft accent. If that wasn’t enough, there’s this third alter still actively moon knighting without the other two knowing. All this leaves the body completely exhausted and, well, on the edge of falling apart. One time the system meets a witch willing to help heal both the body and the disturbed minds in it.
Chapter summary: Steven has another panic attack. Marc's there to help.
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Chapter notes: It may be a bit chaotic in the beginning, but hey, art imitates life, I guess. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: I do not have D.I.D., therefore my story should not be treated as a trustful source of knowledge on the topic. I strongly encourage you all to learn about it from actual systems or other resources. Mirrors and all that reflections theme are used as a way to connect the story to the TV show. If you notice any mistakes on my side, please let me know so I can fix them.I meant nothing less than my highest respect for the usage of Jewish Prayer in this chapter. But, if it's not appropriate for me, as a Christian-turned-atheist, to use the elements of religion in this story, I'm willing to do better and maybe not involve these symbols/rituals in the story. I just wanted my characters to be accurate in relation to the comics, moreover, I didn't want to erase their faith.
"In the name of Adonai the God of Israel"
Marc initiates the Prayer for Protection and pauses only for a second before Steven joins him.
May the angel Michael be at my right,
"and the angel Gabriel be at my left;"
The American continues, tilting their head slightly to the left, furrowing bushy brows and letting a small lion wrinkle appear right above the middle of their closed eyes. He doesn't want to show his concern for the tiniest bit of desperation hiding in Steven's quiet voice as they're reciting the blessing together, therefore he does his absolute best to keep the tone of his own calm and focused. 
and in front of me the angel Uriel,
"and behind me the angel Raphael...", but he worries. He has been worried sick, actually, for about two months now. Ever since they escaped death and fought as avatars amongst the gods, Steven has been different, more guarded. For Marc, it became noticeable when Grant started losing his British accent. Not like he began speaking American English like Marc, no. It was more like he started copying Marc's mannerisms when talking; his voice dropping to a lower register day after day, lacking this elegant, though a bit grotesque, twang. Words that Steven was using also were kind of becoming a replica of Marc's Chicago slang, and honestly, it was a bit too much to handle, leaving him with a strong desire to punch London back into his alter's mouth. 
and above my head the Sh'khinah.
 They repeat the prayer two more times, then Marc finally opens their eyes and claims the body for the next half an hour or so. Steven doesn't protest, he never does these days and Marc can't say he doesn't miss their fighting over who should front. 
On his way to the bathroom, he's deeply immersed in thought to the sweet melody of Steven going through bedtime Shema once more on his own. He's been praying a lot more often lately, it does not go unnoticed by Marc. After what happened in the Duat, they kind of fell back into their old routine of praying at least three times a day if not more. When he was busy or too tired to anticipate, Spector would hear a reposeful voice echoing in his mind during the day, no matter if he was fronting or not at the moment. Sometimes he wonders whether it was caused by Steven's need to be heard or perhaps the lack of willpower to block the other alter from his activities. Whatever the answer is, Marc doesn't mind keeping him company. Quite the opposite, he actually appreciates that Steven allows him to be close during that time. At the end of the day, that's what was there for, that's the whole point of him- to protect the Sun and make sure it rises every morning to bless his day. He gave him his heart, after all, didn't he?
He throws his plans for a long shower away as soon as he recognizes he's only wasting money on hot water that doesn't seem to relax his tense muscles as he needed it to. Instead, long red stripes cover his whole body and leave the skin too sensitive to rub dry with a soft towel. A prolonged sigh escapes his lips, he turns the faucet off and steps out of the shower, exiting the bathroom just like that, dripping, hot and naked. Wet locks of yet black hair are sticking to his forehead, and he forgot to brush his teeth, but he decides it doesn't matter that much, that they won't fall out of his mouth after one missed flossing. Having poured himself a glass of warm tap water, Marc slowly drags his feet through the mess that they called their kitchen, to the place in their bedroom where a simple ladder enabled them to climb up to an entresol just above their bed. He leans on a wooden pole for support and keeps his languishing look at their bed as he chugs tasteless liquid like it's the last glass in the middle of the desert, and only he knows the reason for it is a fear of spilling his drink with a shaky hand. 
 Please, don't.
 Like clockwork, Steven mutters from somewhere in the front of their head the minute Marc puts on the comfiest pair of pyjama bottoms he can in their closet, feeling almost pulled to the warmth of the ivory bed sheet. Sadness clouds their shared features and the one being in control grimaces at the thought of what's coming next. Same time of the day, same horrible light falling through the window on their olive skin, same talk- the only changing aspects of this weird routine being the rising exhaustion of a body, and Marc's misery.
"Steven, we're tired, we need sleep. Be kind and spare me this whining of yours today, I can't deal with it right now", he tries, he really tries keeping his cool, but their muscles are psychically aching in need of sleep, and he feels like throwing up if he doesn't jump into bed in the next fifteen seconds. 
 I don't wanna go to sleep, Marc, I won't do it.
 There it is. It feels like the British man has skipped a few steps, though. Or maybe it's just their pulsing in agony temples that make the world spin uncontrollably, and time pass by faster- Marc can't really decide.
"Steven...", Marc demands, balling his fists, partly in a desperate attempt to hold on to the body, partly because of his sudden need to have an emotional outlet. "Not today. Please, not today."
 You can't make me!
This scream is the last thing Marc acknowledges. Steven's voice is raw, taut; his words piercing as he shouts them through gritted teeth. The body seems to know exactly who's in control of it because as soon as Steven takes the front, the whole posture drops immediately, eyes widen, the bladder loosens, and he's gulping down heavy breaths while looking for clothes. After he throws a black zip-up hoodie on his naked, still a bit damp shoulders, and puts on a pair of used sneakers, he doesn't take another second to rethink his actions; too blinded by his own demons he ignores the tears collecting in eyelashes and making it even more difficult to see, and he sprints outside the building. It's all rapid and lacks any sense, Steven knows it. He shouldn't be doing it, he knows that, too. 
Yet, he's out on the pavement, it's dark around him, it's freezing, but he doesn't feel it, no. All he feels is pain, fear, and panic washing over him like a wave, again and again, wanting to drown him. Marc isn't there, he's alone, he doesn't know what to do. Coming back to the safety of their house would be a rational thing to do, certainly. 
Instead, he races into the darkness of the night. Only to, he can at least hope, be found by Marc again later, and once again, with a bent spine and a weakened voice, to plea for his understanding, for forgiveness. Which he surely will get, that he's confident about because it's Marc. His Marc. But it doesn't make it easier.
 Another panic attack toys with the scarred body in the mere light of the moon. Another few tears are being lost in the concrete of a city jungle. And with them, a man. 
A lonely man without his love.
 He doesn't know when he drops unconscious, it happens so suddenly. One second Steven almost runs into a dog on a leash, the next one it's pitch black around him and just like that, he's gone. And the dog is staring with something close to curiosity as its owner pulls it to themselves, pure shock painted all around their face. The body shoots up, with one hand softly leaning on the dog's back while its legs are being thrown above beige hairs in a quick flip in order not to do any harm to an animal it was about to crush with. A head turns to the unlucky passer-by, revealing blinding white light in its eyes. The whole posture somehow appears stronger and wider, and he raises a hand to his shoulder to flippantly clean a speck of nonexistent dust off of it.
"Gilipollas", he says shaking his head, and calmly walks away.
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When Steven regains consciousness later that night, he's laying next to a random bench in a place he can't recall. His feet are elevated, leaning on the said bench, the back of his head heavy on entwined palms of his hands. An unwanted feeling of confusion washes over his whole body which causes him physically shiver, even though he's not cold. Why he's not cold, he asks himself and before he can even process this sudden thought, he lowers his head just a tad bit and blinks away the tears shining in his eyes, revealing a piece of a muddy-brown jacket collar, the fabric of which is delicately brushing deathly-pale skin of his cheek. 
His brows draw together when it comes to him that not only his torso is covered with a new piece of clothing, but also his head. A hand shoots up from under the occiput and under his fingertips, he feels the harsh cotton of what he later on discovers is a black beanie. As he's checking his whole body experimentally, a yellow sticky note catches in between his fingers, and on it is a little doodle of a human stick figure dressed in a hat, a square-shaped jacket, with a long scarf tied loosely around its neck. Above the doodle, Steven reads a 13 number with a little circle and a letter C next to it, all finished up by a series of exclamation marks.
"Someone's being a proper dramasshole, I see", Steven mumbled to himself, only for his whole expression to harden when the realization hit him. 
"Marc..?", he lets out hesitantly, hiding his mouth's movements behind a fisted hand scratching his nose with a single knuckle. "Marc, you there?"
Dead silence meets his words, and within a second, his heart starts pounding heavily in his chest again. He jerks up from where he was previously laying down and even if he regrets it right after, suddenly feeling way too dizzy for his liking, he pushes that thought down to where fear was settling in his lower abdomen.
"You better not be throwing a wobbly right no-oh-ow, mate." These words he almost spits angrily, and after that, he lets out a dry chuckle while terror overtakes his face in drastic contrast to how he's trying to come across. "I know you're there, so stop being bloody daft and speak to me, Spec'or."
He sobs, although there's something rough in that sentence. Strong desire taints his brittle voice, a desire to be heard, to be reassured. He's shaking uncontrollably as he tries to find his bearings, staring but not seeing a single thing at the moment. His shoulders are achingly tight, he makes a notice of the fact, and he's pretty sure his pulse is very much visible on his neck since he feels his heart hammering even in that lone vein that's always present on his forehead, especially when his blood pressure rises. 
"Love, please, come back to me, I-i don't want to be alone, I don't-"
 Hey, hey, Steve, calm down, a gentle voice, a polar opposite to the one that the outer world around them can hear, rings in their head as Marc makes himself present again, happy thoughts, buddy, c'mon.
 "Happy thoughts my arse, I'm dying over here, you prick,"  Steven grumbles, "where were you?"
 Well, I would've been right next to you all that time if somebody hadn't blocked me out, now wouldn't I? Marc rubs his alter's nose in it, his voice light to indicate he's simply messing with him. We do need to talk about that, by the way, he adds slightly more sternly, not cool, making me black out completely and wake up wherever without my ID and stuff.
 "Come again?" The other wastes no time and jeers, almost hissing at him.
 If they were separated at that moment, he would see the corners of Marc's lips drop from a friendly smile to a flat, thin line, silently awaiting his inevitable comeback. 
"Walked a mile in my shoes and decided they're not comfy, now that YOU disliked it?" Steven huffs theatrically before he adds, "Tell me about it."
Steven has this one weird hallmark that Marc can't make up his mind about. It's the way he involuntarily uses sarcasm to cope with stress-inducing or appalling situations. Whenever he felt overwhelmed, one snarky comment after another would slip through his mouth in an attempt to make himself appear bigger than his opponent, whether it be a person or the overall atmosphere created around him. And for the most part, Marc liked it and encouraged this behaviour even, seeing how it helped his alter stand his ground and gain the confidence he needed to get himself back a sense of comfort. It was some type of self-defence, a verbal equivalent of wrapping arms around himself.
But at moments like this one, Marc truly hated this cheeky tone. They are out somewhere in - he hoped - the outskirts of London in the middle of the night, Steven is visibly shaken to his core, panic keeping him hostage to their body so he can't hide from the physical pain the sudden distress is causing him, and Marc can't do anything due to being quite literally imprisoned in their collective mind. It's a lose-lose situation since even though Steven tries to stand up for his own good, therefore making a room for calming down, their corporeal form can still be very much responsive to the effects anxiety has on it, which includes but is not limited to clenched jaw, dizziness related to oxygen debt that short sharp breaths cannot pay, as well as trembling and cold sweats. Marc has memorised the full catalogue of symptoms a long time ago, down to the least severe one, however, it didn't really matter because when Steven was the one experiencing them, the American was helpless. He could only try to talk him down to a point where the British lad cooperates and gives up the control. And that's exactly what he does now. In his own way.
 Watch your tongue, dude, before I wave your salty attitude goodbye and leave you be.
 "No!" Steven yells at gut level, pushing his arms in front of him defensively and bending his knees a little as if wanting to stay close to the ground, pushing the air before him. It makes Marc wonder how that must look for a random passer-by. "Please, stay, it wasn't intentional," he adds shily, "Feel like I'm about to suffocate, it bloody hurts."
Fearing his words aren't enough, Steven puts one hand on his billowing chest while a grimace of utter agony is making its way to his face and watery eyes. 
 I know, I know. Marc hushes him with a gentle voice. I need you to calm down just enough for you to allow the switch, baby, can you do it for me? he asks and without thinking, Steven nods his head furiously before closing his eyes in order to initiate their 'panic attack' routine. Marc wishes he could see his alter in any type of reflection; preferably a mirror, but right at this moment even the tiniest puddle would do just fine. 
Like that, breathe in and breathe out.
 "Will you count with me?"
 Of course, Spector vows without skipping a beat. One...
 Steven does what he's told, and breathes as slowly as he can, counting on his own from five to one on each in-breath, inhaling with his nose and exhaling with his mouth.
 Two...
 He audibly acknowledges the panic and repeats to himself that it will soon pass and cause no physical harm to him, or Marc. 
It always catches the other alter off guard, the fact that even during the scariest attack he still thinks of him, cares for him and puts his wellbeing first as an incentive to get better. It truly warms the former mercenary's heart; gives him the strength to fight both of their fights every single day, because it's worth it- all the pain, and all the struggle is worth the everlasting affection the other guy seems to feel toward him.
 Five...
 Steven's fingertips brush over the soft fabric of a hoodie, up to the small cleavage on his chest where his butterscotch skin stings a little underneath Magen David necklace, and not even a second after finding it, he closes the little star in his fist, with his thumb still caressing golden chain. He focuses on how it feels, the tiniest metal rings entwined; so fragile, so beautiful, so solid and perfect as individuals, yet only whole when combined together.
 Seven...
 As he's slowly re-attaching to reality, he takes another step toward inner peace, tensing up the muscle in his calf, holding the tension for a few seconds, and relaxing it right after. The whole body feels sore but it doesn't stop Steven from stretching it even more. He needs this kind of pain as proof of the fact that he's real, he's there. Ironically, this is the moment Marc chooses as the weak spot to slip through to the front. He doesn't mind, tho. Usually a strange sensation of being put in the backseat, this time it only brings relief to his squirmish mind.
Marc blinks his eyes open and clenches both of his fists experimentally. When he's certain Steven gave him full control, he immediately acts on it, looking around him, trying to recognise the place in the darkness, searching for anything and anyone that could give him at least a fracture of a clue of his whereabouts.
 'M sorrey I legged it, Marc. 
 "It's okay, you got scared away," he reassures with the gentlest voice he could maintain at the moment, "happens to all of us. You did great calming yourself, buddy."
He squints his eyes and there's a faint sight of a male figure far before him. Without any sign of hesitation, he takes a step forward in the man's direction while still actively listening to Steven babbling in his head.
 It doesn't happen to you, though, yeah? Grant inquires, to which Marc hums nonchalantly, tilting his head slightly to the left at the same time as he lifts his left arm in a shrug as if Steven could see him be the embodiment of not being convinced by the words. You don't get scared away. You're always deliberate.
 Marc presses the tips of his fingers up against the tip of his tongue and curls his tongue back to whistle the stranger up. When he finally approaches him, they have a quick chat during which he's told his exact coordinates, and then quickly thanks the elder Englishman, already calculating the fastest route back to their apartment. Turns out Steven has gifted them an hour-long walk home.
 "After your first homicide, nothing really scares you off anymore, I guess." He points that out a bit early, he reckons when he sees the poor Mister's eyes widen at his words and hears the taps of his cane speed up as he rapidly walks away from him. The brunet doesn't pay much attention to that, giving only a lazy headshake in response to that. Then he turns the opposite way and starts walking with his hands shoved down the front pockets of their pyjama pants. 
 Nah, that's not it, Steven chimes in afresh, I killed, yet I'm not even close to what you have going on in your wicked heart.
 At that, Marc raises an eyebrow in sudden interest, with a light-hearted smile forming on his lips.
"Now hang on, baby, who'd you kill?" he asks as he's guiding his hand to his head so he can thread his fingers through his hair, only to be met with a hat band partly placed on his forehead instead of soft locks.
 These lost souls in the Duat? An obvious answer comes right after and Steven pauses dramatically before he tops his statements off with some details. The ones trying to claim yours, remember them?
 "Hm," Spector nods slowly, scratching his nose with the knuckle of his index finger, "is it really a true homicide when they're already quite, you know, dead?" He remarks, clearly winding Steven up. Steven swallows it easily. 
 Remind me to never save your barmy arse ever again. Happy drowning in the eternal sands next time or whatever.
It makes Marc snort with laughter while crossing the street. He's grateful it seemed to be too late for other citizens to go on some nightly adventures, leaving the two of them able to enjoy their company without having to worry someone might see them laughing to themselves and think they're freaks. 
"We're not done putting your anxiety back on a leash yet, buddy. You know the drill."
 Suppress the madness, embrace the trifles? 
 "The spotlight's yours."
 Steven groans dramatically inside his head, but obeys nonetheless, sighing in exasperation before he starts listing things they've done that day that he appreciated and was grateful for. The other alter only hums quietly, or nods, or makes some silly little sounds which the point of was to imply he was listening carefully to every word Steven got to say.
Darkness is well settled around them the whole time, deepening shadows making it a city of ghosts with them being nothing more than intruders as Marc carries the body back to their apartment. The moon is abnormally large that night, though almost fully hidden behind thick storm-grey clouds, as if craving to bathe the earth with its luminous glow but failing miserably. It's a pretty standard night, yet Marc feels like something's off. The air is dense on his tongue when he slips it out to lick his dry lips, it's unsettlingly gloomy, and he swears he can hear faint whispers overlapping one another.
                                                      ...Surrender...
 He pulls the beanie harder on his head, additionally covering it with the hood of his zip-up, then he puts his clenched fists in the pockets of a never-seen-before jacket, and subconsciously increases his speed when he feels trembling breaths too close to his ears, almost inside of his head. 
There are two times when he trips over his own two feet, maybe three. Whatever it was making him feel uneasy, he wasn't threatened by it, that he knew for sure. It's just a strong sensation of something creeping its way into his mind, crawling on the smooth skin of his neck like a predator awaiting its prey.
Needless to say, he makes it back home in thirty-eight minutes instead of sixty, cautiously glancing over his shoulder while pressing the key to their apartment to a small sensor above the entryphone to the building they live in. His defence instincts are kicking in but he does everything within his power not to make it obvious to Steven as it goes without saying that the brit has already had enough of anxiety for one day. For example, he locks the door with only four locks out of seven that they own, a perfect amount for a calm man with nothing to be worried about. The fifth one would be the alarming one.
"Oy, Steven, how are we feelin' about tomorrow's shift?" As Marc asks that out loud, he also checks the time on the clock above the extractor hood in the kitchen. "Uh, more like today's shift...", he adds, a muscle in his jaw twitching upon the realization that the night was almost over, the 7 o'clock alarm dangerously nearing the time set for their morning call. He exhales lingeringly before his glare falls on the illuminated fish tank, where he meets Gus #1, Gus #2 and a pinched-faced reflection of his alter, chewing on the inside of his cheek and staring back at him sorrowfully. Marc already knows what he'll hear in a minute, and it takes straining a few muscles for him not to physically lower his head. Instead, he nods collectedly, though he feels his heart sink deep in his gut.
 I can tr-
 "I'll go."
They smile at each other softly, their eyes drooping in a contrast to this little gesture. Marc moves his arm up to the glass for the sake of comforting Steven, and gently brushes his knuckles over the other one's cheek. They both know Steven can't really experience this touch, but they won't admit it, rather preferring to live in the sweet sweet bubble of denial. 
"Hey, Steve," the alter controlling the body purrs softly, his voice just a tad louder than a whisper, only wanting to catch the other's attention. He doesn't need to repeat himself, Steven's already boring him with his curious gaze. "s'okay, you know," he says, "we're okay."
 The right corner of Marc's lips shifts slightly upwards when he notices Grant close his eyes right after he nodded at the sound of his reassuring words. He's not the type to talk openly about his feelings and stuff like that, but he was grateful Steven was so responsive to him, so expressive with every emotion that he caused him. After Marc and Layla officially parted ways, Steven was the only person to be there for him and be the one he could be there for. The brit allowing him to take care of him, and caring for him was the epitome of domesticity he desired so badly. Steven was his home. And even if that home was broken and fractured at the time, so what? It's still beautiful.
"Wanna play Tic-Tac-Toe?" He offers casually and immediately goes to find some loose piece of paper shoved somewhere between the pages of one of the books swaying at the edge of a desk, along with a pen. 
Steven doesn't surprise him with his response, always eager to play games. 
 Would be lovely, yeah.
 Not even a minute later Marc settles their shared body in a chair at the desk in front of a window. He draws a simple 3 squares by 3 squares grid and lets Steven go first as they swap control of their hand so each of them can make a move when their turn comes. It's peaceful, and it's cosy with their little chuckles cutting the silence between them from time to time and Arabic trap music playing in the background. 
Neither of them really notices when they fall asleep. Steven drifts away first, prepping Marc with his voice gradually losing volume until he can't be heard anymore, leaving the control in the palm of Marc's hand. Marc smiles under his nose upon the feeling of Steven's calmness, and he doesn't even get to put the pen away before he's gone into the arms of sweet unconsciousness, too, still sitting in a chair, sleeping with his head and one of his hands on the table, while the other one shifts on its own in a few trying moves. Surrender bleeds with scarlet ink staining the white paper as the pen writes the word in calligraphy style.
                                               ...Mom! Mom! M-...
Quiet boyish cries asking for help ring in his ears prior to the reality around him cutting to black.
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It's not canon, I know, but I kinda liked the idea of the whole universe hearing Wanda's boys, so I decided to put it out there. A little warning from the Darkhold that the Scarlet Witch has awakened as the queen that she's meant to be? Anyways, let me know what you think of the story so far :).
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finnicks · 1 year
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( fic ) now i'm coming home
now i'm coming home
wandavision | wanda/pietro + wanda & billy & tommy mature, 5.1k Wanda writes, directs, and acts in season two of WandaVision. Rather than allowing her performers to improvise, she makes sure she creates a perfect show with a happy ending this time.
Or: Wanda learns how to fix a flawed spell and takes back what is hers.
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ellariasand · 2 years
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tramps like us
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summary: frank castle gets dragged to therapy, and wanda maximoff makes a friend in the punisher. characters: frank castle & wanda maximoff (w/ a brief appearance from marc spector) rating: g warnings: n/a word count: 5.5k a/n: me, the entire time i was watching multiverse of madness: oh, wanda and frank really should sit down and have a talk. 
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Marc had bugged him into going to group therapy. 
How the fuck that had happened, he had no idea. It wasn’t really therapy, per se, at least not in the sense that Frank thought about it. No cold church basement, no vets sitting in a circle with Curt passing out donuts or coffee. Group was sterile, forced. Like kids the first time they do presentations in middle school. It was uncomfortable, and no one liked doing it. At least, not at first. 
And Frank hadn’t agreed to go in the patient sense. Just to tag along, listen to Marc bitch for a couple of hours so he could verify the stories about Kandahar, the same shit that had fucked the both of them up in slightly different ways. (When he thought back on it, he had it easy compared to Marc.) He was there as a visitor, an observer. He wasn’t a superhero and he’d never claimed to be. Not the way Marc was — or pretended to be, whatever. God knows he didn’t have the energy for that. 
“Just…try it out,” Marc said, like they were twenty and it was pot, not in their forties and mentally fucked beyond reason. 
So he’d gone. Left Amy and Maya and Karen at the apartment and promised to be home by dinner, sitting through two train changes and a bus, because Marc didn’t trust Ubers, for whatever godforsaken reason. It was a bad idea, he could feel it in his gut, but he went anyway, nearly falling asleep on the PATH train and spacing out the rest of the way.
No, the place his friend dragged him to wasn’t a cold church basement. Not at all. 
But then that fucking kid showed up. 
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First Night | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: Your first time with Wanda :)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), language, age gap (R is 25, Wanda is 38)
Word Count: 4.3K
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A/N: This is a Stripper MILF Wanda fic.  It takes place during the events of Woman of the Night.  Welcome to the Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe!  
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Wanda was definitely not expecting to see you standing in her kitchen at midnight cooking pasta, but there was a first time for everything. 
“Oh god,” she gasped, clutching her chest as she saw you standing in the kitchen.
“Hey babe,” you grinned as you stirred the strands of linguini around the sauce pan, mixing it with the marinara sauce you stole from the cupboard.  “How was work?”
“Work was fine how…how did you get in here?” Wanda asked.  She dropped her duffle bag on the ground, trying to figure out both why and how you were standing in the kitchen.
“Oh, I climbed in through the window.  It was unlocked.”
“Okay, but why?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Am I not allowed to make dinner for my girlfriend?” you asked as you turned off the burner, carefully stirring the pasta so as to not spill any over the side of the pan.
“Grateful as I am, sweetheart, it’s midnight.”  She wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder as she squeezed you close.
“And?”
“Some of us aren’t in our twenties anymore, Y/N.  Some of us like to be asleep before the sun comes up.”
“Do you at least want some food?  I have to say, I think this is my best pasta yet.”
“I told you I’d have you whipped into shape in no time.  I might not be Italian, but I’m still a pretty good cook if I do say so myself.  The boys haven’t gone hungry yet,” she chuckled, tickling your sides as she squeezed you close.
“Hey now!”  You jumped as she tickled you, whipping the spoon out of the pan and speckling the counter with the red sauce.  “Keep that up and no pasta for you!”
“Oh shut up,” Wanda rolled her eyes as she grabbed the spoon from your hand.  “You’re lucky the boys aren’t home this weekend.  They would’ve ambushed you with their nerf guns if they heard someone break into the house.”
“Well if I actually met them…”
“Y/N, I told you.  Not yet.  It’s too soon.” Wanda’s tone hardened as she dished pasta into her bowl.
“Sorry,” you mumbled.  “I want to meet them, Wanda.  You talk about them so much that I feel like I practically know them!  Besides, I think Tommy needs to have his butt whooped at Mario Kart so he’ll stop being a dick to Billy about it.”
Wanda laughed as she sat down at the table, shaking her head.  It had only been two months since the two of you made your relationship official and neither of you were interested in rushing things, Wanda not wanting to introduce a new man into the boys’ lives so soon and you because this was your first real relationship since high school.  Sure, you dated a girl for a few months your junior year of high school and went out on some random dates throughout college, but you’d never had anything this serious before.  While you enjoyed spending time with Wanda, there was still a lot you’d never experienced and you didn’t want to rush in too fast.
“I know.  You’ll meet them, I promise.  I plan on keeping you around, mister.  We’re a package deal.”  She took a bite of the pasta, blowing on it to cool it off before putting a forkful in her mouth.  “You know, that’s actually not half bad.”
“Coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.”  Wanda giggled as she helped herself to another bite.
You offered to take the bowl from Wanda once she was done eating, cleaning up and packing away the leftovers as she went to the living room to pick out a show for the two of you to watch.
“Dick Van Dyke again?  Wanda, have you watched any shows from this century?” you asked only half-jokingly as you plopped down on the sofa next to her.
“I need something mindless after work tonight.  And it’s my house so if you don’t like it-”
“Hey, what’s fine with you is fine with me.”  You put your hands up defensively.
“And I wanna be the big spoon, too.”  She reached her arms out to you, practically begging to snuggle you as she laid on the couch.  You chuckled as you curled up into her chest.  As much as you loved holding Wanda, it was nice being held for a change.  She brought you an immense sense of comfort as she wrapped her arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
The titles rolled by, the screen flashing with black and white images.  You felt Wanda’s body soften up as she immersed herself into the distraction of the sitcom world, the stress of the day melting off her.  Try as you might to concentrate on the show, you were distracted.  Wanda’s body was intoxicating.  Once you got a taste of it you didn’t want to stop.  Snuggling up against her, feeling the way her chest rose and fell with each breath and the way her heart beat up against it, made you want to lose yourself in her presence.  So as she stared at the screen, you began to tease your fingers up and down her thigh.
“Can I help you?” she laughed as she felt your hand moving on her leg.
“Maybe…” You looked up into her stunning green eyes, her pupils dilating as you trailed your fingers higher up her leg.  You could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she looked down at you.  Using her thigh to push yourself up, you turned your body so that you were face to face with her, your lips mere inches from each other.  As you stared into each other’s eyes, both of you waiting to see who would make the first move, you reached up to cup her face with your hands before leaning in to kiss her.
Kissing Wanda was a religious experience.  Her lips were heavenly, softer than anything you’d ever experienced.  You loved the way she practically melted into you when you captured your lips in hers.  These kisses were soft and sweet.  Her lips were filled with a tenderness that made you weak at the knees.  You felt her smile into you as you explored her, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as you helped her lean back into the pillow.  The TV show was long forgotten as Wanda wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close on top of her.  
“Mmmm I missed this,” she sighed as you kissed your way down her jaw to her neck.  You bit down on a sensitive spot, drawing a moan from her as you licked and sucked over the tender point and marked her as yours.  “What are the boys going to think when they see I’ve got a hickey on my neck?”
“That you’re all mine,” you answered.  “All mine.”  You kissed your way back up her neck, working your way to her lips as you took them greedily.  These kisses were different.  They were more passionate, more intense.  You ran your hands up and down Wanda’s back, eventually running them up under her shirt.
“Y/N,” she breathed as she panted for breath.  You barely gave her a second to recover before slamming your lips against hers, brushing your tongue over her bottom lip, begging for permission to explore her mouth.  She enthusiastically obliged, her tongue crashing into yours as you explored each other deeply for the first time.  As you continued to kiss her, Wanda’s hands roamed from your back to your front, trailing down your stomach until they came to your belt.  The feeling of your buckle being undone snapped you back to reality as you abruptly broke away from her.
“Woah, stop, stop,” you said.  Suddenly everything felt too hot and too fast and too much all at the same time.  
Wanda’s eyes grew worried with concern, her brow furrowing as she looked up at you.  “What’s wrong?”
You gulped nervously as you looked down at her, sitting back on your heels to put space between the two of you.  “Nothing.  It’s…nothing, I’m fine.  Sorry.”
“Sweetheart, something’s wrong.  Did I do something?”
“No.  It’s…I, Christ this is so stupid, I’m a…I’ve nev-I’ve never had sex before,” you blurted.  You felt the heat rising in your face as you blushed a deep shade of red.  Wanda’s eyes widened at your revelation.  “I mean I got a one-off handjob from my high school girlfriend when I was sixteen, but that’s it.”
“Oh.” Wanda’s voice was small.  You couldn’t tell what she was thinking exactly as she stared at you.  Her head cocked to the side, a signature sign that she was deep in thought.  
“Sorry.  Umm, you know what?  I’ll just-I’ll just go.  Just forget everything I said, okay?”  You had never felt so humiliated before.  There was no way you could do anything with Wanda now.  You could barely look her in the eye with how embarrassed you felt.
“Hey,” she said, reaching out to grab your hand.  “It’s okay.  We can wait until you’re ready.  I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do.  Ever.  I’m not mad or anything.”
“No I want to, I really want to.  I’m just nervous.  I don’t want it to be bad for you.”
Wanda flashed the smile that made you fall even harder for her.  “It’s okay to be nervous.  I haven’t slept with anyone since Vision left so yeah, I’m nervous, too.”
“I, umm, I didn’t bring a condom,” you sheepishly admitted.
“I’ve got some upstairs.”  You let out a small chuckle.  “What?”
“Nothing.  It’s just funny imagining you at the store with your reading glasses on trying to read the descriptions on all of the boxes.”
Wanda rolled her eyes as she sat up.  “You’re adorable.  Now come on, let’s go upstairs.  I am not letting you lose your virginity on this sofa.”
Wanda practically dragged you up to her bedroom and shut the door behind you.  Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the lock click into place.  “Come on,” she whispered as she pulled you to the bed.  “We can do whatever you want.”  Your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton as endless possibilities of what you and Wanda could do together flashed through your brain.  You tried to speak, but nothing came out.  “Can I take your clothes off?”  You nodded enthusiastically.  “Words, sweetheart.  I need you to say it for me.”
“Fuck yes,” you breathed as you pulled your shirt up and off.  She shook her head as her hands reached for your belt.  You grabbed her face and kissed her, pulling her close as you felt your jeans get the slightest bit looser.  As she unzipped them, she made sure to run her hand over your bulge, palming it through your jeans.  You moaned into her mouth at the throbbing sensation that was building in your pants.  
“Nice undies,” she teased.  Horrified, you realized that you were wearing your Pikachu boxer briefs.
“I’m gonna be completely honest, Wanda.  I was not anticipating you seeing me in my underwear tonight.”
“They’re cute, but I think they’ll look cuter on the floor.”  She hooked her thumbs around the waistband, dropping to the floor as she dragged them down your legs.  Your erection, absolutely throbbing, sprang to attention as it was freed from the confines of your clothes.  Standing there completely naked, you suddenly felt the need to cover up.  As Wanda looked up at you from her knees, she sensed your trepidation.  “Do you want to keep going?”
“Yeah, j-just give me a second.”
“Lie down on the bed, okay?  I’ve got an idea.”  You had no idea what Wanda was thinking as you crawled onto the bed.  As you did that, she began undressing herself.
“What are-?”
“Oh look, we’re both naked,” she smirked, tossing her panties behind her.  Your jaw dropped as you saw her naked for the first time.  The sight of her bare breasts in front of you was mesmerizing, as was the rest of her body.  She was a goddess.
“Wow.  Wanda, wow.  You’re gorgeous, baby.”  Wanda blushed a deep crimson as she crawled onto the bed next to you.  
“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome,” she teased.  “Can I touch you?”
“Yeah,” you gulped.  Slowly, Wanda trailed her hand down from your chest down to your stomach and then to your cock, wrapping a loose grip around it.  “Oh fuck,” you groaned.  The sensation of her hand moving up and down your shaft was familiar: you’d jacked off to the thought of her countless times.  But the feeling of someone else’s hand doing it was unreal.
“Somebody’s sensitive.”  Your cock twitched under Wanda’s ministrations, precum leaking from your tip as she used it to lube you up.
“Christ, just blow me already,” you groaned as you threw your head back into the pillow.  The words came from your mouth absentmindedly.  They were crude and vulgar.  In your pleasure-filled haze, you weren’t totally aware of what you were saying.  The second you realized your ask, your face flushed red with embarrassment.  Wanda’s hand stopped abruptly as she looked down at you half-amused.  
“Alright,” she smirked.  Before you knew what was happening Wanda crawled to the other side of the bed, brushing her hair out of her face as she lowered her head.
The feeling of Wanda’s mouth enveloping the entirety of your cock immediately tore a loud groan from your chest.   She swirled her tongue over your head, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock.  Her cheeks hollowed as her head bobbed up and down.  You threw your head back into the pillow again, unable to watch the utterly sinful sight unfolding right in front of you.
“Holy shit,” you gasped.  Cherry red lips closed softly around your head, sucking as she reached down to squeeze your balls.  For a woman who hadn’t been with another man since her husband left, you couldn’t tell that she was out of practice.  Wanda smiled as you whined, your dick hitting the back of her throat.  Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she gagged on your length.  It was undoubtedly the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your entire life.
Your pulse quickened as the ache in your groin grew stronger with every little movement.  The pleasure was dizzying, the familiar coil in your belly growing tighter by the second.  As Wanda worked wonders with her mouth, your body became unrestrained.  You grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down as you thrust your hips into her face.  Drool dripped down your cock as you stuffed your length deep into Wanda’s mouth.  Her eyes screwed shut as she choked and gagged.  You moaned in response, your fingers kneading her fiery red hair.
“Wanda, I’m gonna cum,” you croaked as you felt a blissful warmth spread over your body.  She smirked against your cock as your hips bucked faster.  Her tongue swirled and lapped over every single inch as she enthusiastically massaged the parts left exposed.  Seconds later the coil snapped and your body exploded in ecstasy.  Strands of hot cum shot down Wanda’s throat, which she swallowed greedily.  No drop was left wasted as she released your with a pop, fine strands of saliva and cum connecting her to you.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath.  You closed your eyes as you watched galaxies and explosions appear under your closed lids.  
“Y/N?” You opened your eyes and Wanda’s face was hovering above yours.  
“Yeah?”
“You good?”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I regain feeling in my legs,” you joked as you looked up into those adorable emerald eyes.  The beamed as she gazed down at you, caressing your flushed cheek with her soft hand.
“You’re adorable,” she cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead.  “I take it that was better than that handjob from your high school girlfriend?”
“Fuck yes,” you groaned.  Wanda chuckled as she kissed you, her soft lips full of passion and tenderness against your own.
“What now, lover boy?” she teased.
“I wanna taste you,” you breathed, pulling her head to yours before you kissed her softly.  “All of you.”
“Mmmm I like the sound of that,” Wanda giggled against your lips.  She rolled the two of you over, landing on her back as you let the weight of your body rest atop her.  
Your lips collided again and again as the anticipation of what was to come thrummed deep in your soul.  Wanda’s breath was shaky against your own as you slowly teased a hand down her body before resting it in the heat between her legs.
“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear.  Her eyes fixed on nothing on the ceiling, she nodded absentmindedly and reached her hand down to cover yours.  Her long svelte fingers pushed yours over her already swollen clit, circling them gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Like that,” she croaked.  You continued the motion as she released you.  Soft whimpers escaped her lips as you focused on circling her clit.  She grabbed onto your biceps, digging her nails into your flesh while you kissed her neck.  “Oh baby that’s it,” she gasped.  “Just a little more pressure and-”  Wanda’s breath hitched as you pushed on her clit.  As you circled it, you heard the lewd sounds of her wetness teasing just how aroused she was.
“Fuck, Wanda.  You’re so wet.”  She groaned as you teased your hand lower, rubbing your fingers through her swollen lips and teasing her slit.
“I want your mouth,” she begged as she grabbed your head and pushed it down your body.  You crawled down her body, kissing every inch of her exposed torso as you slunk down to her pelvis.  She squirmed as you planted hot open mouth kisses over her exposed flesh.  Pressing her thighs apart, you could feel the heat radiating from between them.  
“Wanda, what-?”
“Whatever you want.”  Her voice was dripping with arousal.  You weren’t quite sure where to start as you stared down at her glistening cunt.  Taking a deep breath, you lowered your mouth to her clit.  Your lips encircled the bulbous spot, sucking and licking in a manner similar to the way she sucked your cock.  The loud groan that escaped her lips made you think you were doing something right.  Wanda’s hips bucked against your face as you continued your alternating licking and sucking on her most sensitive spot.
Pushing her thighs down further, you lowered your head, licking a stripe from her clit all the way down her slit.  Her arousal coated your tongue and you found yourself getting drunk on the taste of her.  You teased her slit with your tongue, pressing it as far inside her as you could.
“Shit,” she groaned, grabbing your head and pushing it hard into her pelvis.  You smiled as you lapped at her.  The activity that once filled you with anxiety and hesitation now filled you with a sense of pride as you brought Wanda closer and closer to her orgasm.  “Need something inside,” she mumbled.  Kissing your way back to her clit, you tentatively inserted a finger inside her needy cunt.  She shuddered at the sudden intrusion.  You slowly began thrusting your hand in and out of her tight hole.  “Not like that,” she suddenly grabbed your hand as you pulled out.
“Am I hurting you?” Fear stopped you dead in your tracks as you looked up at Wanda with concern.
“Just curl your fingers, don’t thrust, keep going, I’m so close, baby.”  Wanda was beside herself with pleasure, her body closer to the edge.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, just fuck me.”  Wanda shoved your head back down.  You went right to work, rolling her clit around with your tongue as you curled your finger inside.  Her walls tightened around you, making it difficult to move within her.  
“I’m cumming.  Oh, I’m cumming!” Wanda gasped as you felt her walls spasm around your hand.  Her body shook as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook every inch of her.  Loud moans escaped her lips as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth gaping open with unspeakable pleasure.  
As Wanda’s spasms calmed, you pulled out of her.  Her walls squeezed around nothing as it adjusted to the sudden lack of intrusion.  Wanda was flat on her back, completely blissed out at the first orgasm she received at the hands of another person in a very long time.  Masturbation only did so much for her.  The level of intimacy and trust required for someone to bring her to such levels of ecstasy was something on a completely different level.
“Wanda?  Are you okay, babe?”  Her eyes were glazed over as she needed, her hands tracing through your hair.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” 
“I’ll take that as a complement,” you joked before kissing her.  You stared down at her, at the face of the woman you were slowly falling in love with, and wanted nothing more than to make her feel so unbelievably loved.  The face that gazed back up at you mirrored the love and adoration that you felt for her.  For the first time in a very long time, you were grateful for the fact that your first time was with someone who meant so much to you.
“Do you want to keep going?” Wanda whispered, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Mmhmm.  Do you?”  She nodded.  “Where’d you put the condoms?” Wanda motioned to the nightstand next to her.  You pulled the drawer open and grabbed one.  “Umm, I’ve never-”
“That’s okay.  Let me help.”  Wanda grabbed the small wrapper from you, tearing it open before grabbing your already erect cock.  Heart pounding and breath shaking, you watched her roll it down the length of your shaft.  “How’s that?”
“It feels weird, but it’s not too tight or anything like that.”
“Good.”  She readjusted herself on the bed, planting her feet on the bed and bending her knees to give you full access to her already dripping pussy.  “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” you nodded.  Positioning yourself over her, you lined your cock up with her entrance.  Your body trembled with anticipation, sweat beading on your forehead as you suddenly felt yourself overwhelmed with nervousness.  Wanda, once again sensing your hesitation, reached down and helped guide you inside her.
Wanda’s pussy was unfathomably warm, wet and tight.  It took all your concentration to not blow your load right then and there.  You groaned as you felt her squeeze gently around you.  “Fuck,” you moaned, burying your head in the crook of her neck.  
“Mmm, you feel so good, Y/N,” she sighed.  It took a moment to get yourself together, but once you did you began to slowly thrust yourself in and out.  Gasps and moans filled the room as Wanda’s drenched cunt squelched with every roll of your hips.
“Wanda,” you groaned.  “Oh, Wanda.”
“Don’t stop, Y/N.  Please don’t stop.”  Wanda’s mewls spurred you on.  You pushed yourself up, leaning over her as you filled her up at a faster pace.  The bed groaned under your exertion.
“Baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” you gritted through clenched teeth.  The newness of being engulfed inside Wanda’s velvety walls was driving you to the end far faster than you wanted.
“That’s okay,” she breathed.  “Just keep going.  I want you to cum for me, sweetheart.”  
Wanda’s words ignited a primal fire inside you.  Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, you bore down on your efforts.  Your hips bucked wildly into Wanda.  She moaned as you buried yourself deep inside her, filling her cunt in all the right ways as she began rubbing circles around her swollen clit.  The bed creaked as you fucked her relentlessly.  The faster your hips moved, the hotter the fire in your belly burned until you realized you were dangerously close to the point of no return.
“I’m gonna-” You were interrupted by Wanda reaching her free hand up to your neck and pulling you down to capture your lips in hers.  As she kissed you passionately, you tumbled over the edge again.  Her lips stifled your moan as you filled the condom with your seed.  The feeling of your erection throbbing inside her, coupled with her hand on her clit, sent Wanda over the edge as she practically screamed through her orgasm.  Her walls squeezed you tightly.  You were practically seeing stars.
“Oh fuck.  Wanda.  Fuck, oh fuck.  Oh God, Wanda,” you panted as the aftershocks of your orgasm worked their way through your body.  Your pants turned into laughs as she began laughing with you.
“Was that okay?” Wanda asked with a chuckle.
“Okay?  I don’t think ‘okay’ is the word I used to describe what just happened.”
“You have a better word, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know.  All I know is that I love you,” you mumbled absentmindedly as you collapsed onto her sweaty body.
“...What?”
“I…sorry, is it too soon?  Did I just make this weird?”  Wanda answered with a searing kiss, the corners of her mouth curved upward as she grabbed your face.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” she sheepishly admitted, her face flushing bright crimson.  
“God, I love you, Wanda.  I love you so much.”  Your last sentence was interrupted with kisses between every word.
“I love you, too, Y/N.  Don’t ever let me go.” 
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abbyromanoff · 4 months
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Saw you open your request for a day so can I have mommywanda dry humping femreader?
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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader
WORD COUNT: 662
WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, mommy (W), leashes, pet play, collars, overstimulation, edging, tribbing,
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“C’mon, baby, give me one more.” The leash tugged at your neck, the woman on the other side smirking as she moaned, giggling at the response she was met with. Your cheeks were red, almost as dark as her hair. Your mouth held a small dribble of drool and your hands gripped onto her thighs hesitantly, only letting you release a sigh of relief when she didn’t push you off. The coil in your stomach burned as you watched your girlfriend, her clit rubbing against your nipple as she rode your perky breasts.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You’ve practically been begging me with those- those doe eyes, and that…fuckable fucking face.” She groaned out, gripping the headboard behind you with a strength that made you whimper.
“Oh, you like that? Yeah? Does my little puppy like being a good pet and making Mommy happy?” You nodded, sniffling quietly. She used her thumb to wipe the tears away, the leather of the leash teasing your skin in a taunting manner.
“Does Mommy taste good, hm? Mhm, such a good slut for me.” Her panties restricted your speech, causing you to lose all sense as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She didn’t care, she preferred you like this, that way she could have complete control over your mind and body.
“Mhm,” You mumbled, but you both knew that even if you had the ability to speak, you’d continue to struggle forming a true, thought-out sentence.
Her chest heaved in pleasure, her pants coming out quickly as each thrust of her hips brought further pressure on the growing release her body begged to let out. She suddenly rose, bringing herself to straddle either side of your shoulders and settling her bare cunt on your face. You expected her to remove the article of clothing from your pained jaw, but she left it.
Her movements began once again, your nose becoming a pulse point as she humped tiredly. Her head lolled back, a grin making its way to her face as she licked her lips.
“I bet you wish you could fuck Mommy, don’t you?” Her words came slowed, her stutter evident as she struggled to remain domineering. When you nodded once again, it brought a new wave of arousal to her. Her puddle of wetness soaked your face, and anyone from miles away would be able to hear the gutterful moans and the juices from her sopping heat. It was unbearable, yet she had continued this until now when she was reaching the peak of her fifth orgasm. You were lacked any, but she didn’t care. She was selfish, greedy even. But you loved it, you loved every bit of it.
“You ready for my cum? Shit, I’m so fucking close! Ugh, just like that!” She practically yelled, and you felt waves of her liquids spraying your face, and you quickly had to squeeze your legs in order to prevent your lowering hand. She tugged your leash harshly, and shook as your nose dug deeper into her hole, then ran against her hardened bud, and then repeated.
Her hold on the headboard loosened, and she led her palm to her breasts that cried for attention. You watched with hooded eyes, smiling to yourself as you admired her beauty. You held such gratitude for being able to see her in this glory, and you were only happier to know you were the only one to do so.
“I love you, little puppy. Mommy loves you so much, that will never stop.” You grinned, coughing slightly as she removed the slick-covered panties from your mouth. Your jaw relaxed, and it felt like relief coursed through you
“I love you too, Mommy. Can- can I cum now…please?” She chuckled, shaking her head as if you were absurd. You didn’t believe you were, but now you felt as though that was changing.
“Oh, puppy, who said I was done?”
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ynscrazylife · 2 years
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Hello! How are you? I was hoping you would be able to write a wanda hurt/comfort imagine, maybe y/n gets hurt and wanda uses her magic to help or something? Thanks! Have a great day <3
Wanda Maximoff Hurt/Comfort
When Wanda hears that you’re hurt (either from Steve or Natasha, probably), she immediately drops what she’s doing and rushes to your side.
It turns out that you sustained an injury during training when Sam’s shield accidentally hit you. If you weren’t hurt, Wanda would direct all her fury at Sam (who was doing his best, we love Sam). But you’re the only thing on her mind, ensuring that you’re alright. She doesn’t want to possibly hurt you more, so she uses her magic to lift you up and bring you to medical.
At the very least, her magic distracts you from your pain. You’re now too preoccupied by the way that you’re floating among red wisps. When you get to medical, Dr. Cho is waiting for you. Wanda refuses to leave and you’re happy to have her by your side, squeezing her hand while Dr. Cho does her examination.
She determines that you have some trauma to your hip/waist that will require rest from where the shield hit and a sprained ankle from the fall. Wanda is noting down everything Dr. Cho says and is determined to make sure you recover well. Dr. Cho agrees to let you go, as long as you remain on bed rest. Wanda once again carries you with her magic, making you feel better.
But her magic isn’t the only thing she comforts you with. After helping you get into bed, she turns on your favorite sitcom (we all know how much Wanda loves sitcoms!) and cuddles you. She only leaves your side to grab food, medicine, and whatever else you may need.
Wanda is great throughout your recovery, doing “magic tricks” (and forcing Loki to do the same) to entertain you. You’re very grateful to have her as she’s always like sunshine. The best person to comforting you when you’re hurt.
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maximotts · 2 years
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❛ say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now? even if you don’t mean it? ❜ and/or (ur choice i just couldnt decide) ❛ i’m sorry i had such a devastating effect on you. ❜ for doublewanda (reader included or not hehe it can work either way) - not silver
yes yes thank you Not Silver, this gave me an excuse to start posting double Wanda
❛ say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now? even if you don’t mean it? ❜ / ❛ i’m sorry i had such a devastating effect on you. ❜ + 616!Wanda & 838!Wanda; heavy angst in this one with MoM spoilers; character death/murder mention
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f. scott fitzgerald prompts
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You were scared and confused, looking between the two versions of your wife in front of you. The one you knew, the woman who made you breakfast each morning and held you while you slept every night stood closer to the stairs, an equal amount of fear clearly running through her veins. The gash on her head was large, blood inching down the middle of her brow, but she didn’t care about any of that. Her only concern was the other woman in front of you, on her knees and desperately begging for your attention. 
“Please…” The waiting was about eating her alive, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was visibly shaking. It was just seeing you, being close to you after she’d lost you so tragically in the wake of the chaos Thanos created on her Earth, was more overwhelming than she’d prepared herself for. Wanda had been blipped away, unable to protect you from the anger the population felt with the Avengers’ failure, and in her absence you’d been ripped from existence, killed as an example of what would happen to superhero sympathizers. Being gone for five years barely phased her, but finishing the fight and seeking you out, only to find a small grave maintained by your last remaining family member… that tore her apart, 
And so she searched and searched, seeking out any available way she could get you back. Maybe she hadn’t gone the most pleasant or morally upright way, but who was to judge when you, an innocent citizen, had been murdered in cold blood because of her failure. Wanda never failed again after that, she made sure of it. Even when her comrades warned her of the dangers, she ignored them. She’d risk every single thing she had for you, in any universe. All of it was worth it to have you standing in front of her, but not like this. 
Wanda didn’t understand your fear; surely you recognized her? Even with her morphed hair color and new outfit, you always knew her. She waited anxiously for you to laugh or smile, any little reaction she remembered you made… Your fear was the last thing she wanted. “Say you love me. say it now — can’t you say it now?” When you shook your head, you took your eyes off her, looking to her counterpart for reassurance. It should be her you sought out. She was the one who’d risked everything, traveled the multiverse to find you, you were hers. “Even if you don’t mean it?”
You meekly confirmed your no, even with the grip she had on your calves digging painfully into your skin. “I don’t know you…You’re scaring me.” Those seven words shot her through the heart, searing a mortal wound right atop the one she held over the initial loss of you. Even scanning your brain all Wanda saw was panic and trepidation— you recognized her, but didn’t know her. You were hers, but not her version.. you were different.  Realization set in suddenly— her deadly actions, the Darkhold corruption, her destruction— it hit her like a wave. Wanda crumbled with a hard thump, a sound that had both you and her variant rushing to kneel by her. It was unfathomable that you weren’t running from her; she could tell you wanted to. But her wracked sobs left her coughing and crying, tears blurring her vision even as she clawed at her face anxiously. “I’m sorry I had such a devastating effect on you.”
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Oh I think I got one r has a fixation on wandas fingers and loves it when she uses her powers
Could be smuty or not 😏
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You knew your woman was a witch even before she showed you her powers.
There was something in her... The moon in her eyes, the ruby lips, sparks of passion from her fingertips. Wanda was as if a spirit of restlessness, you never wanted to lose.
She had you spellbound in the night. All you cared about was her body with dancing shadows and firelights. You wanted to please her. To see how far she could fly. 
It was enough for her to look at you and you were already wet and squirming from anticipation. One touch on your check and she could bring you to your knees with your tongue eagerly waiting for her taste. 
Wanda knew about her power over you. It was more than obscenity, it was madness.
It didn't take long for you to submit completely, with your lips turning into a toy, existing only to leave the marks of devolution on the witch's thighs and breasts. 
"Will you be obedient tonight?" her endless need was in charge again.
You nodded, the feeling of her fingers slowly filling and exploring you was more than you could handle. Your fists searching for reliance on reality, but all you could have was only Wanda's smile and the sheets you bought together.
Tonight your woman was taking her time. Teasing you was her way of caring, touching you was her way of loving. While one hand was playing with your desire, the other was gently tracing your features. 
You couldn't talk, you moaned while trying to change the rhythm of her movements. You kissed her fingers. You always did, when you had the chance.
Wanda didn't know, but you so often were dying to have her fingertips imprinted everywhere on your skin. Your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone. And after all the gentleness, you wanted those fingers to fuck you without mercy. 
But tonight you were supposed to have another treat. You whined when she left you without attention. But you knew what was about to happen. The other thing you loved. The magical part.
With a flick of a witch's wrist you were burned with red mist that snaked around your arms. You were tied to the headboard. With the curious tilt of her head, you felt the air vibrating so close to your clit.
"Spread your legs." voice in your mind demanded. "promise, tonight is all about you, love."
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have you considered writing wanda fics? it's just that your rp threads are so well written i love them
//I have 7 years of experience with writing (if not more) and already have a masterlist on my main blog with various fics. Haven't written for Wanda yet but I've got plenty of ideas. And thank you so much💕💕
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midnightandstars · 1 year
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Part 8: Is that you?
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It was a relief that for this time, she wasn't betrayed by her own brain. It was her mentor, Dr Strange, looking a bit more peaceful than the last time she saw her, but still a bit worried.
He was in deep introspection and these words brought the sorcerer supreme back to the moment. He turned around with a bitter smile, both grateful and sad to see her there. In a gesture that surprised them both, Strange found himself in a tight embrace, like a child who had been lost at a fair had finally found his parents, and would want to hold on forever.
"I'm sorry, I-"
He softened at those words.
"It's alright. We all tried." He patted her back slightly. He may have seen millions of alternate futures but he didn't know that he could feel alive even after death.
"What is this place?"
"It is the soul world, a pocket dimension for the trapped souls."
"So are we really... Dead?"
"Yes, we are nothing more than wandering souls now. At least this world is a bit kind. It lets us have our most cherished memory near to us."
"Yeah, I saw my house." She pointed behind, still not daring to see it again.
Strange only nodded, for he understood the unsaid feeling.
"So, everyone who got snapped is trapped here?"
"Yes, but they are luckier than us." A voice said beside them, a voice which they figured belonged to Wanda Maximoff.
"Those other people who were snapped, they are here but they are unaware of this world. They are in 'sleep' or unaware," Strange explained, "We're the ones who had the powers to mess with the course of the universe and that's why why we are conscious like this."
Then they talked on, on various random things, for how long they didn't know, for all around them was stillness.
They were sitting together in silence, when that happened. It was like the effect of another snap. The world started getting distorted, the reddish tint fading into nothingness. Then, darkness engulfed everything.
She was in her room again. But this time, there were noises outside. She put her hand on the door knob, took a deep breath and opened it.
"Dinner is ready."
"But I don't want to eat it,mum."
"Hey, no excuses."
Her family.
She went downstairs.
"Hey honey, I made your favourite dish today."
"Thanks,mum." She gave a tight hug to her mom.
"I didn't know you liked it so much to make you cry." Her mother chuckled.
"You know, you look more ridiculous when you cry."
Ah, this human piece of annoyance, which she referred to as a brother and his stupid acts, but she had missed it too.
Wanda was elated to see vision and Pietro again.
Strange saw Christine, and Donna, his sister and it reminded him of that terrible day when it all happened.
The beautiful chilly weather, the frozen lake they were playing on.
"Hey, you're too slow. Look how far I'm."
A few giggles which turned into heart wrenching screams in a moment. It all happened so fast. He tried but in vain.
And Christine, well, there wasn't any point in thinking about all that, he convinced himself.
For they all were in a dream, a dream so sweet that it would hurt them more than their worst nightmare.
"Welcome to my world, Stephen Strange."
"Nightmare!"
Part 9
A/N: Suggest me a nickname for my character. Also, a feedback would be appreciated. (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)
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