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Independent roleplay/ask blog for Dean Cipher from Gen V. MDNI - explicit themes to be expected. Mun 25+. [Sideblog]

[deancipher]

~ Dean Cipher RP/ask acc [sideblog]

~ Canon divergent

~ Mature content 18+ (MDNI)

~ Crossover/non RP acc friendly

~ 10+ years writing experience

~ Friendly writer

[deancipher]

“Mr. Cipher, I’ve come to revisit our last encounter. It seems I’ve been… remiss.”

As he heard the knock at the door, Cipher blinked in surprise. He was not expecting visitors this late at night.

Sighing, he headed for the door and opened it. For the first time, he was actually expressive. The look of confusion was clear on his face as he stared at James Norrington of all people.

“What the fuck are you doing here at this hour? You really think I’m in the mood to let you rummage around in my head in the middle of the night? Kindly fuck off. I’m not going to invite you in, Lapdog.”

[deancipher]

Doug’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Vought and Homelander? Do I…he work for Vought? That’s…definitely a step up from Blockbuster.” He couldn’t have ever imagined having anything to do with that side of the world. Supes and all that. He was just human, just normal. Boring and dull. To hear that Cipher might know about all that was quite the surprise.

“So…you came here to find out any secrets, only to find me instead. And I can’t even tell you if Cipher was planning anything. Sorry about that. I wish I could remember. But a lot is just…gone. Maybe with time things will start to come back to me. I mean, we share the same mind. You’d think I’d have access to that information. Seems unfair.” He rambled with a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

His gaze then focused on James, looking him over. “So, you’re some kind of Supe too? That explains a lot. And you work for Vought, I take it?” Doug wasn’t surprised to hear that James was able to calm people and create a comfortable atmosphere. Because he was doing just that right now. Frankly, he got lucky that it was the Brit who found him, treating him with care and offering to help.

“James, I’m gonna be honest here: I know nothing about anything. Vought, Homelander, Cipher, my life currently. It’s like I’ve just been born again. It’s a blank slate up here.” He said, tapping his temple. “So, if you’re offering to help me, there’s no way I’d turn that down. I need it. I wouldn’t even know where to start. But you seem to have ideas and smart suggestions. I’m more than willing to follow your lead on this. To…fix my brain. Hopefully. I mean, I’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

Doug gave a smile, the atmosphere within his mind space as cozy, warm and settled as ever. He was more than happy to be guided and shown the way considering James seemed to be capable of miracles. And even if he was being taken for a fool, Doug didn’t have anything worthwhile. No friends, no family. No one would miss him. He was willing to take the risk of living again, whatever that meant and wherever it led him.

“You seem to know quite a bit about Cipher, which means you’re a great lead in helping me discover lost memories and more about my current life. And you’ve obviously met before since you’re here right now. So by all means, led the way and I promise anything I remember, you’ll be the first to know.”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

“You’re correct,” smooth as polished marble. “We are Vought — though I daresay my role is a touch more subtle than capes and cameras.”

He paced a slow half-circle around Doug, eyes faintly aglow in the ambient light of the mindspace.

“Dean Cipher’s position here, at this school, is one of quiet significance. In theory, he’s meant to identify potential recruits — young talents, promising minds, latent gifts that Vought might mold or sponsor before anyone else notices. On the surface, it’s all scholarships and leadership programs.”

James gave a low hum — part thoughtful, part disapproving.

“In practice… There is something too clean and polished about him.” He stopped then, his tone softening. “But thats for another time. For now, take it slow, understood? You’ve had enough ripped open for one day.”

Then, that small, almost reassuring smile returned as he extended a hand.

“Now — are you ready to feel your body again, Doug? To wake properly? I’ll guide you through it.”

[deancipher]

Doug watched as James paced, trying to process everything he was saying. It was odd to rely on someone else to tell you who you are. For all he knew James could be lying and spinning some sort of story, anything that would benefit him and Homelander.

Yet he knew. Deep down, Doug knew that wasn’t the case here. James was being genuine, being helpful. He felt he could trust the man. Whether it was all some kind of trick, at this point Doug really had nothing to lose anyway. And if he was given the chance to regain control over his own body after so long, he was going to take it. Whatever the risk.

“Oh, wow. That’s uh…quite the promotion from Blockbuster. I don’t know anything about teaching or kids…or university. I don’t know anything about Supes or powers or any of that either. How the hell did I end up as a dean?!” He asked in surprise. It seemed like the last thing he’d ever work ask. And yet he knew James wasn’t lying about that either.

As that hand was extended to him, Doug looked at it and then met James’ gaze. He let out a deep breath and glanced around his mindscape, over at the pictures. At Buster. It was strange. This was his moment. The moment he’d been waiting so long for, and he felt himself hesitating. “I’m not him. I-…I can’t work at a school. Everyone who knows me…knows Cipher, would tell in an instant something is up.” He paused for a moment as if thinking things over. A silence fell between them.

Doug then looked at James and gave a nod. “Alright. I have no clue how we’re gonna do any of this or pull it off. But anything beats being here.” He took hold of James’ hand, unaware of just how surreal and emotional things were about to get.

[kataramenespsyxes]

@deancipher

The cabin was quiet — too quiet for someone who’d once warped an entire town with grief. Wanda Maximoff stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the treeline sway in the mountain wind. The world had finally stopped whispering monster under its breath, but silence had its own kind of cruelty.

When the knock came, it wasn’t unexpected. She’d felt the ripple before it reached her door — that strange, electric tug in the air that didn’t belong to this plane.

“Dean Cipher,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was calm, practiced. “You made quite the entrance last time.”

The door opened with a low creak, the scent of sulfur and rain curling into the room.

Her eyes glowed faintly red as she turned to face him — not in threat, but in curiosity. “I didn’t call for help,” she said. “I called for understanding.”

And for the first time since Westview, she didn’t sound lost. She sounded dangerous — and ready.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda lingered in her own room for a few minutes—listening without truly listening, sensing the subtle shift in the cabin’s atmosphere as Cipher’s presence settled into it. She could hear the low, steady rhythm of the rain, the ghost of embers cracking in the hearth, and somewhere down the hall… his footsteps stopping, the door closing.

No tension. No threat. Just a man finally allowing himself to stop performing for a moment.

She exhaled, long and slow.

After a while, she moved softly through the hall, barefoot and silent. Not to spy. Not to invade. Just… to check. Old habits die hard, especially when the rare thing called trust is still new enough to feel delicate.

She paused outside the guest room door. There was no unrest behind it—no hum of internal noise suggesting turmoil, no spike of thought or panic. Just quiet, exhaustion, and a kind of calm he probably hadn’t had in a long while.

Good.

She started to walk away—

—but then, with a faint flick of her fingers, the air stirred, and the faint light in his room shifted just enough to dim to something gentler, warmer. Subtle—like the room had simply decided to be kinder on its own.

A courtesy. Nothing more. Nothing less.

She didn’t knock. Didn’t say anything. But as she turned away, the whisper of her voice carried low enough that it wasn’t certain if she meant for it to be heard or not:

“Sleep well, Cipher.”

Then she returned to her own room, the door closing with a soft click, the cabin breathing into silence—two minds, two powers, finally… at rest.

[deancipher]

As Cipher lay there on top of the bed, eyes closed, he drifted in and out of sleep. Now and then waking, just to drift off again. He hadn’t even shifted, nor taken off his shoes. He still lay there in his clothes as sleep took him. Though before he drifted off fully, he thought he heard Wanda’s voice. A muffle, a whisper from behind the door and carrying down the hall. He wasn’t sure if he dreamt it or not, but was too tired to say anything. And so he let sleep fully take him.

He didn’t dream. Didn’t stir for at least a few hours later. It wasn’t much sleep, but it was enough. He slowly sat up and stretched, took a look at his surroundings. The light in the room was low, comforting. It was still raining inside, tapping against the window. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. He got up from the bed for a full stretch and ran a hand through his hair, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

He decided to leave the room, opening the door quietly and heading toward the little kitchen area. He was careful not to disturb Wanda while he made himself some tea, figuring she wouldn’t mind since she’d offered. He was tempted by the whiskey, staring the bottle down for a good while before changing his mind.

He made his way back to the living room area and sat back down on the chair he’d been sitting in for most of the night. It was dark in this room, but quiet. So…so quiet. It brought peace and calm despite the darkness. He welcomed it as he sat there and sipped at his tea, contemplating. He rarely took the time to just…sit and be in the moment. It was nice.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda didn’t consciously know she’d slipped from sleep into something else. Her body remained peacefully still beneath her blankets, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm—but somewhere between exhaustion and calm, her subconscious reached outward in quiet habit.

Not wildly. Not out of grief or desperation this time.

Just… wandering.

A quiet dream-walk.

Her bare feet made no sound against the wooden floor as her projection drifted down the dim hallway, still wrapped in the soft red aura of half-formed consciousness. She wasn’t fully here, but she wasn’t entirely somewhere else either. The glow around her was faint, pulsing gently like a lantern in fog.

She stopped midway down the hall—not calling for him, not searching, just standing there as though caught in the quiet gravity of Cipher’s presence nearby. Her head was tilted slightly toward the living room, eyes half-closed, as though listening to a sound only she could hear.

But she didn’t intrude. The dream-state Wanda only existed as a presence—unthreatening, unguarded, quietly drawn toward the stability and calm she could feel from his direction like warmth in winter.

If Cipher looked toward the hallway, he’d see her silhouette there—soft, almost spectral, her form just barely translucent as if she were made from red-lit mist. Peaceful. Serene. Not fully awake, not entirely dreaming. Drifting, like her power was simply… following comfort rather than chaos for once.

She wasn’t speaking. Not yet.

But a single whisper seemed to ride the faint hum of magic in the air—not words so much as an emotion translated into sound.

Safe.

Unspoken, but present.

[deancipher]

He was lost in a somewhat meditative state, simply staring at the window and watching the drips of rain glide down the glass. His mind was calm for once, not a storm of clouded thoughts. It was peaceful here, far more so than on campus or even in his own home. This felt like a break, like a mini vacation. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on vacation.

His breathing was soft and steady as he stared with a soft gaze at the window. He didn’t know what it was about this place that seemed to draw him in. The cabin itself was typical, yet cozy. And the company was…welcome. It seemed both he and Wanda were similar when it came to others, not having much patience outside of those that captured their interests. That were different. Unique and broken.

Eventually, he picked up on the sense that he was being watched. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks, but that sensation remained. Yet it wasn’t concerning. As he turned his head back toward the hallway he expected to see Wanda there, though was surprised to see her silhouette instead, covered in her red energy.

He didn’t say anything as there wasn’t anything to say. Instead, he just observed her exactly how he’d been observing the window. That soft gaze, steady breath. It was just like earlier, those quiet silences that had fallen between them. None of which were uncomfortable, but rather just two people growing more familiar with one another. Enough to let their guards down.

He’d never seen Wanda project herself before, so this was quite the treat. He was content just watching, admiring. More and more she showed more power than any of the students back at the University. Not to mention there was a beauty to her powers. Beauty that could destroy, absolutely. But could also savour. Cipher wasn’t put off nor afraid of Wanda. In fact, she was one of vert few he saw as an equal.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda’s projection didn’t flinch under his gaze. If anything, the gentle hum of magic around her seemed to soften—no longer drifting aimlessly, but anchoring in the presence she unconsciously trusted to keep the quiet unbroken.

In the half-shadow of the hallway, her dream-walking form simply stood there, as though content to exist in the hush of the early morning with him. Barely-there red wisps drifted from her fingertips, lazily curling like smoke rising from embers. They weren’t reaching—just breathing.

For a long beat, there was no tension, no crisis… just a silent acknowledgement between presence and observer.

Then, she moved—not toward him, not away, but with the slow grace of someone suspended in the delicate line between sleep and thought. Bare feet glided across the floor as she drifted a few steps forward, stopping at the edge where hallway met living room. Close enough to be noticed, far enough not to invade.

Her head turned slightly toward him, as though listening to a sound that wasn’t audible, but emotional. In her trance, she didn’t speak as Wanda the person—but rather as a mind steeped in raw instinct.

One word, barely shaped through her lips, carried on a soft exhale:

“…stay…”

It didn’t sound like a command. Or fear. Or desperation.

It sounded like agreement. Like her subconscious was simply echoing a truth already decided while she slept—that the quiet was easier with him here.

[deancipher]

Cipher continued to watch, observe. He took in the sight of her projection so casually as he remained seated in the chair. He was expressionless as always, calm and still. Just as he’d been when teaching her. He wasn’t put off by her projection, nor did he fear it. Or her. He saw it as a beauty and a treat to witness so openly like this. Openly yet private, he was aware of the irony. A show, a display just for him.

He then wondered if this was for any particular reason. Was this common for her or triggered by him here? If she recalled any of this when she woke up, he’d ask. Otherwise he wouldn’t mention any of this. He was just in this moment with her, sharing the distance. The space. The silence.

When he saw her move, he remained still. He didn’t want to intrude either, especially given he didn’t fully understand how this all worked. He wouldn’t disturb her, whatever her projection did. He was an observer, nothing more.

And then he heard it. That word carried on a whisper. There was no mistaking it, no mind games nor tricks. It was clear. And he gave a simple nod in reply. The slightest tip of his head while he sat there. No words were needed. If he had wanted to leave, he’d have done so by now. But something made him stay. Or at least made no rush for him to leave. He wasn’t planning on overstaying his welcome either, but he would stay so long as Wanda needed him to. So long as her training took.

[deancipher]

" I didn't know you were that comofrtable around my house." ( it could be like Cipher comes out from her bathroom with a towel around his waist or not :p )

Cipher merely shrugged as he exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and still damp.

“Would you rather I smell bad? I don’t want that, and I know you don’t want that. Unless you’re complaining about having a half naked man in your house? And here I thought that was every woman’s dream.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda registered the shift instantly—not just in the words, but in how he said them. It wasn't desperation. It wasn’t pleading. It was a command dressed in calmness—the kind that came from someone who rarely gave orders he didn’t expect to be obeyed.

For a heartbeat, she held still—just to make him wonder if she’d listen.

Then she smiled.

A slow, deliberate acknowledgement that she had heard him… and was choosing to comply.

The kiss he gave in return had weight now. Less testing, more claiming a place in the moment without fully stealing control just yet. His arm around her waist pulled her closer, closing the space she had carefully maintained before—not to dominate her, but to say I’m here. I’m participating. I’m not passive in this just because I gave you room to explore.

She let him.

For now.

When she finally broke the kiss, she lingered there—lips barely brushing his, breath shared—eyes half-lidded but alert. Evaluating. Learning.

“Good,” she murmured softly against his mouth, as if approving his shift rather than resisting it. “I was wondering when you’d stop merely observing and start… responding.”

Her fingers stayed where they were—but their pace changed in response to his energy now. Less exploratory, more intentional. Just enough to reward his command with her interpretation of obedience.

Then she used her magic to flip him onto his back, now sliding on top of him. Lips and tongue smeared every inch of his body before reaching his cock. Her tongue licked the inches before her mouth took it in one suck. Bobbing slowly and delicately for now.

[deancipher]

It was a battle of minds, a battle of will. Cipher was aware he was being tested, yet at the same time wanted balance between them. Neither were the type to roll over and give in unless they chose to. It was all about control, which both of them liked to have at their fingertips.

He’d been careful during this little dance, and still was. Signaling that he was participating, but also allowing her to explore and giving her that freedom. He didn’t see the sense in taking control. At least, not yet. However pulling her closer was his indication that he would also lead her, especially when she was right where he wanted her. When she paused her movements however, he was about to complain before she continued. Her way of pressing him, he knew.

Cipher’s eyes were also hooded as he looked at her after their kiss. “I was responding, though also intrigued about your exploration. And didn’t feel the need to rush you. But if you want me to throw you onto that bed and fuck the life out of you, then I certainly won’t hesitate.” Came that calm reply and tilt of his head. “Or are you too proud to admit such a thing?”

Again, he watched her carefully as he kept her close, breathing growing heavier with each stroke. He’d been about to lean in for another kiss before he felt her magic move his body, and he was the one thrown onto the bed instead. And then she was all over him, lips and tongue like a woman starved. And he let her, the attention and affection doing wonders for his ego.

Low hums of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he watched her travel down his body to where he wanted her most. He shuddered as her tongue glided over him and he took a sharp intake of breath as she consumed him in one suck. She was rewarded with low grunts and groans as she bobbed her head, Cipher’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t stop his gaze from drinking everything in, watching her swallow his cock again and again.

“Y-…You are a w-…wicked little witch, aren’t you?” Talking was becoming difficult he couldn’t even hide the heavy breaths between words. Not that he was too prideful to deny her that. She deserved to know what she was doing felt good. His hands moved to hold either side of her head, supporting but also keeping her where he wanted her. His hips moved, matching her rhythm and pace with slow thrusts to ease his cock deeper.

[kataramenespsyxes]

A thrill rippled through her. Not because he commanded—but because she had drawn that command out of him.

Wanda obeyed… at her pace. Purposeful. Wickedly patient. She set a rhythm meant to test how long a man could hold onto stoicism while heat built beneath the surface.

A quiet grunt escaped him—a deep sound born from pleasure rather than surprise. His jaw clenched. His breathing deepened further.

His voice, roughened, slipped out again. “Wicked little witch.”

Wanda only smiled, lips brushing his lower abdomen as she spoke in a hushed, sultry tone.

“He hasn’t seen wicked yet.”

She continued, deliberate and confident, maintaining full control of the pace. But even as she held him there—even as he let her—there was a tension building.

A shift waiting to happen.

Wanda could feel it. He was going to take control at some point.

However that didn't stop her from deepthroating his cock, saliva rushing down his balls as she did so.

[deancipher]

Even though he was the one being pleasured, he still felt this was a test. Felt that she was seeing how long he could keep up the calm facade before it broke away. Despite how nonchalant he was most of the time, he was still a man. Still flesh and blood. Still prone to desires and needs. Just like her.

She was pushing him to his limit with words and actions, and she knew it too. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing, and the moment he broke would have been part of her plan all along no doubt. But in the end, she could think what she wanted of him. When overcome with pleasure, mentality and focus changed. And he knew she would be the exact same under his touch. His lips. His tongue.

More grunts left him, jaw clenching along with his stomach. He couldn’t let her tease, not now. Not like this. Either she wanted this or not, and judging by the way she was greedily swallowing him, he felt it was safe to say she wanted the former. He allowed himself a few long moments at this pace, savouring the sensation. The pleasure. And it was good, but addictive. He wanted more.

And so the grip on her head became more firm, more controlling as his hips moved with purpose. Steady thrusts that sparked even more pleasure through his veins. His breathing became heavier, grunts and groans became more frequent. He was no longer trying to brush it off as nothing, but giving in. Embracing it. Embracing her and the pleasure she was giving. The pleasure he was taking.

“Mmh…fuck…th-that’s it. Just like that.” He huffed, finally taking control and holding onto it just as firmly as he was with Wanda’s head, using her for his pleasure.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda’s lips curled in dark satisfaction.

She let him take the reins.

Not because he forced them from her—but because this was what she’d been coaxing from him all along. To her, his shift wasn’t a loss of control on her part—it was the perfect response to everything she’d been building.

His pleasure, raw and unguarded, became her triumph.

His grip in her hair was commanding. Possessive. Certain. His voice cracked against the silence, strained with desire as he muttered broken approval through clenched teeth. Each sound he made sent a thrill through her, not of submission, but of victory.

He was using her now—yes—but only because she had maneuvered him to the point where he needed to.

And Wanda loved that he finally did.

Her hands braced against him, steady, accepting the new pace he set. She didn’t resist or falter; she adapted, following the rhythm he demanded with sinful precision. Every ragged breath he released was fuel. Every grunt, every slip of profanity—confirmation that he was no longer analyzing or calculating.

He was feeling.

She had dragged him down from that perfect calm and into something molten and real.

[deancipher]

He was met with no resistance, but acceptance. Adjustment. Wanda didn’t stop him. There was no witty remark, no comebacks. Just the two of them together in this moment. And it felt so freeing, which only added to the pleasure.

Cipher let himself go, let him truly feel it. All of it. Sensations he hadn’t felt in a long time. The touch of another, and yet more than that still. It was something he couldn’t explain, something he didn’t have the words for. But what he’d learned was that Wanda knew him perhaps even better than he knew himself. What he needed, truly needed. Whether they would ever admit it to themselves or not, they had a connection. Kindred spirits in a way. So much unspoken with words yet told with actions. Cipher had never met anyone like her.

His hips rocked as he thrust steady and deep, grunting with every deepthroat of his cock. He gazed down to watch Wanda swallow him again and again, shaft twitching from the sight. And then he let his head fall back, closed his eyes and truly drunk in all the pleasure. All the sensations coursing through him like wildfire

He huffed heavy breaths, grunts and even moans catching at the back of his throat as he continued to use Wanda. Gradually, he upped the pace as he held her head steady, hips snapping a little faster. All of which tore more sounds and curses of pleasure from him. He was intoxicated by her, by all of this. Addicted. She was exactly what he needed. And she knew it too.

“Mmfffhh…aaah…fuck…fuck…!” He groaned, his thrusts become more urgent, more needy the closer Cipher was reaching his peak. “So good…so…f-fucking good. Haaah…” His chest heaved with heavy breaths, brows furrowed and stomach clenched from the pleasure as well as pressure.

“…I f-feel…it’s only right to warn you, that I’m close.” He managed through huffs of breaths. He warned her out of courtesy, giving her whichever option she wanted. The only relinquish in control he was going to allow her for now.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Cipher’s loss of restraint unfolded before Wanda like a transformation—measured breaths turning to raw heat, low sounds growing uncontained as she let him take what he needed. There was no hesitation in her, no pushback—only an intentional willingness to let him drive deeper into the moment she had orchestrated with precision.

His grip on her tightened; his movements built in intensity. Wanda could feel the shift in him—not simply physical but emotional. Something guarded had cracked open, and behind it was a hunger that ran deeper than lust alone. She had seen a glimpse of it before—in the quiet intensity of his eyes when they trained alone, in the way he examined her magic like something sacred rather than feared—but now it blazed unfiltered.

His voice, usually steady and clinical, was frayed at the edges, heavy with need. Every rough, breathless word was evidence of how thoroughly she had broken through his reserve. Wanda accepted it all with a composed kind of approval, her body moving in rhythm with him, her eyes lifting briefly to meet his when he looked down.

That moment—his gaze locked with hers while pleasure ransacked his control—was what she wanted. Not submission, not conquest. Revelation.

He warned her, voice fractured but firm—a courtesy rather than a request, a final offering of choice.

Wanda didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands moved in silent affirmation, her hold steady, her rhythm unwavering. A subtle lift of her gaze met his again with dark, unspoken permission. There was no fear, no hesitation.

Only intent.

She would take everything he gave—and let him know she had chosen to.

His breathing hitched, the tension in his body coiling tighter, every sound from him rougher, more unguarded. Wanda felt the moment building like a swell in the air, a storm breaking free of its center.

She met it steadily, eyes fixed on him in quiet dominance.

" Where do you want to cum?" She asked, licking the under line of his cock.

[deancipher]

Time and time again, Wanda showed just how unique she was. He’d never met anyone like her before, who knew him so deeply, who knew what he needed and was willing to help him. Whether this had something to do with him assisting her training, he wasn’t sure. Nor did he care. He hadn’t helped her out of selfishness. He hadn’t asked for anything in return for it. The fact he was sought out specifically was enough. The fact she was willing to listen to him, was enough.

And so he had no idea why she was giving herself over to him so completely, willingly giving up control. But she was right. He needed this. He had no idea how badly until now. Until he was close to that final push, teetering on the edge.

He gazed down at her, watching and noting how she didn’t pull away despite his warning. Defiant as ever. He admired that about her. And the look she gave him, that gaze through her lashes while her mouth was full of his cock…it was enough to make his toes curl. He’d never seen such a filthy sight in his life. She was doing things to him, getting into his head and under his skin without the use of any powers other than her brilliant mind.

He took a few heavy breaths to steady himself, calm himself just slightly. Though Wanda made it difficult with her tongue licking at him, and that question that carried so many possibilities.

Where do you want to cum?

Everywhere.

“In that quick witted mouth of yours. And afterwards, I need you to get rid of those clothes, because I’m not done with you yet.” Again, it wasn’t a request. It wasn’t simply a statement. It was fact. Wanda had shown that she was all in, that she wanted this just as much as he did. Unless she changed her mind of course.

The night was still young, and Cipher wanted to see this through, wanted to explore this even further if Wanda was of the same mind.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Cipher’s words struck with deliberate force—not just as a command, but as proof that he had given up the filter he normally wore like armor. His voice was rough, deepened by the edge of something raw and unrestrained. Wanda looked up at him through her lashes, chest rising slowly with quiet satisfaction.

He wasn’t hesitating anymore. He wasn’t analyzing. He was deciding.

And he wanted her.

The calm, reserved man who so often stood in quiet control now met her gaze with fevered intensity, declaring his intent without apology. There was no arrogance in it—only certainty. He expected to be obeyed… but only because she had already shown him that he could be.

Wanda’s lips curved in dark approval as she slowly, deliberately rose from her position, her movements languid, controlled—never scrambling, never frantic. She wiped the corner of her mouth with a light touch of her thumb, her expression composed but unmistakably heated.

Her magic flickered subtly in the air—not enough to restrain him now, simply there like a heartbeat. A reflection of her excitement, not her need to dominate.

“Then you’d better keep your promises, Dean,” she murmured, voice silken but charged.

She stood with quiet grace beside the bed. The room was thick with the aftermath of pleasure and the promise of something even deeper ahead. Her fingers moved to the first clasp of her clothing, pausing—not out of hesitation, but for effect.

Cipher’s gaze remained locked on her, still catching his breath, but watching like a man who had already chosen to continue this without restraint.

Wanda held his eyes as she began to undress—slowly, methodically, allowing him to see each layer fall away not as surrender, but as deliberate exposure. An offering from one force of will to another.

[deancipher]

He knew he wouldn’t be denied. He knew from the moment Wanda had sunk to her knees. He didn’t make the mistake of thinking he’d bested her, oh no. No, this wasn’t what this was at all. It was about balance, both taking and giving power. Control. Because both liked to dominate as well as submit. Only now, Cipher had gone past that and wouldn’t relinquish control. Wanda had her fun, exploring him, touching him. Now it was his turn. Not because he felt he had to return the favour, but because he wanted to. Which he’d made clear.

“I’m a man of my word. Where naked women are concerned, anyway.” He fired back with a playful smirk as he held himself up by the elbows to watch the show in front of him. And what a show it was. His gaze was hungry, eating up every movement Wanda made, watching her like a hunter did with prey. He didn’t even try to hide it, what would be the point? Wanda knew fine well the effects she had on him. Now, he wanted to discover the effects he had on her.

He didn’t rush her either. Just watched as she slowly stripped away layer by layer. His gaze drifted from her body to meet her eyes, holding that connection. Beyond that he was expressionless, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath, anticipating what would come next.

“You’re lucky I have the patience of a fucking saint.” He finally said, breaking the silence between them Though his words were once again teasing as he made no effort to rush her really. He knew she’d just take her time anyway. So, he allowed her this moment of control, to go at her pace before she would have to adjust to his.

[deancipher]

“Mr. Cipher, I’ve come to revisit our last encounter. It seems I’ve been… remiss.”

As he heard the knock at the door, Cipher blinked in surprise. He was not expecting visitors this late at night.

Sighing, he headed for the door and opened it. For the first time, he was actually expressive. The look of confusion was clear on his face as he stared at James Norrington of all people.

“What the fuck are you doing here at this hour? You really think I’m in the mood to let you rummage around in my head in the middle of the night? Kindly fuck off. I’m not going to invite you in, Lapdog.”

[deancipher]

Doug listened as James spoke, nodding along and taking everything in. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to remember more. “I’ll try, James.” He said, pausing for a long moment as he reflected back.

Though, he did get distracted as he looked James over. “Sorry but…how is it that you’re here exactly? I mean, you seem very nice and all but I don’t…how do you and Cipher know one another? It’s strange, I feel…like I can trust you and open up to you even though we’ve just met. That…that’s not normal, is it?” He was starting to question things, felt himself start to spiral again as he took a deep breath.

“Anyway uh…we would sit on the couch, all three of us and watch tv. Movies, shows, whatever was on. We’d watch the most random shit sometimes. Some stuff was really good and other times we were laughing the whole time. The holidays were mostly quiet. Emily’s parents didn’t like me all that much cause I had. added end job that didn’t really bring in a lot of cash. They thought she deserved better. I never disagreed with them on that.” He mused, slowly wandering around the headspace as he allowed more memories to come to him.

“We weren’t the type that went out all the time. We preferred nights in. But now and then we’d go out. For dinner or a movie, or a party. We were just…just normal. Just your average couple. I mean, in a Supe filled world, we weren’t anything special y’know?” Doug explained as he moved back to the couch to sit down. He fell silent, thinking. Contemplating.

“What…happens now? I don’t know anything that’s been going on. Not for a long while. I don’t know what Cipher’s been doing or where he lives. I don’t…I don’t know what to do if I get out of here and gain control of my body again. What should I do, James?” He asked. He was truly at a loss, like he was suffering from amnesia. He didn’t know a thing that had happened or was currently going on in the “outside” world.

“It might seem strange to say, but I can’t picture myself out there. Me, fully in control and living my life. It’s something I haven’t done in so long now that…I’m not even sure I’d know how to.”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

James watched Doug quietly while he spoke—this man rediscovering pieces of himself like he was dusting off old photographs he hadn’t seen in a decade. But the more Doug remembered… the more James realized the enormity of what he’d done.

He hadn’t just broken Cipher’s defenses.

He had broken Cipher’s persona.

Doug was free—but nowhere near able to stand on his own.

James tilted his head slightly, that refined composure softening just enough to be sincere without losing its mystery.

“My presence here is… complex,” he began, voice low and steady—meant to ground rather than unnerve. “ I might have crossed paths in matters that blur the line between business and… personal vendetta. I was trying to assure myself that the secrets he kept wouldn't interfere with Vought or Homelander.” James shook his head.

“But this trust you feel… that is one of my particular talents.” His lips curved, wry and almost apologetic. “I can calm the noise in a person’s mind, peel back what overwhelms them—like clearing fog from a window. Sometimes, that means hearts open before names are properly exchanged.”

Then, with a faintly teasing lift of a brow: “very little about me is normal, I’m afraid. But your instincts aren’t wrong. You can trust me...,” he continued, low and steady, “I cannot, in good conscience, leave you to face him alone after what I’ve done.”

What Doug had said made sense, he was out of touch.

“You’re right. It won’t be what you remember.”

His expression softened even more paternal, Doug reminded him of the way he’d seen Hughie tremble under fear and still choose courage anyway.

“Then the next step is learning the present. Who’s around you. What Cipher has done. What dangers exist.” His eyes returned to Doug, sharp but kind. “I can guide you through every bit of that. If you'll trust me to bring you up to date”

[deancipher]

Doug’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Vought and Homelander? Do I…he work for Vought? That’s…definitely a step up from Blockbuster.” He couldn’t have ever imagined having anything to do with that side of the world. Supes and all that. He was just human, just normal. Boring and dull. To hear that Cipher might know about all that was quite the surprise.

“So…you came here to find out any secrets, only to find me instead. And I can’t even tell you if Cipher was planning anything. Sorry about that. I wish I could remember. But a lot is just…gone. Maybe with time things will start to come back to me. I mean, we share the same mind. You’d think I’d have access to that information. Seems unfair.” He rambled with a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair.

His gaze then focused on James, looking him over. “So, you’re some kind of Supe too? That explains a lot. And you work for Vought, I take it?” Doug wasn’t surprised to hear that James was able to calm people and create a comfortable atmosphere. Because he was doing just that right now. Frankly, he got lucky that it was the Brit who found him, treating him with care and offering to help.

“James, I’m gonna be honest here: I know nothing about anything. Vought, Homelander, Cipher, my life currently. It’s like I’ve just been born again. It’s a blank slate up here.” He said, tapping his temple. “So, if you’re offering to help me, there’s no way I’d turn that down. I need it. I wouldn’t even know where to start. But you seem to have ideas and smart suggestions. I’m more than willing to follow your lead on this. To…fix my brain. Hopefully. I mean, I’ve got nothing to lose, right?”

Doug gave a smile, the atmosphere within his mind space as cozy, warm and settled as ever. He was more than happy to be guided and shown the way considering James seemed to be capable of miracles. And even if he was being taken for a fool, Doug didn’t have anything worthwhile. No friends, no family. No one would miss him. He was willing to take the risk of living again, whatever that meant and wherever it led him.

“You seem to know quite a bit about Cipher, which means you’re a great lead in helping me discover lost memories and more about my current life. And you’ve obviously met before since you’re here right now. So by all means, led the way and I promise anything I remember, you’ll be the first to know.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

@deancipher

The cabin was quiet — too quiet for someone who’d once warped an entire town with grief. Wanda Maximoff stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the treeline sway in the mountain wind. The world had finally stopped whispering monster under its breath, but silence had its own kind of cruelty.

When the knock came, it wasn’t unexpected. She’d felt the ripple before it reached her door — that strange, electric tug in the air that didn’t belong to this plane.

“Dean Cipher,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was calm, practiced. “You made quite the entrance last time.”

The door opened with a low creak, the scent of sulfur and rain curling into the room.

Her eyes glowed faintly red as she turned to face him — not in threat, but in curiosity. “I didn’t call for help,” she said. “I called for understanding.”

And for the first time since Westview, she didn’t sound lost. She sounded dangerous — and ready.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda lingered in her own room for a few minutes—listening without truly listening, sensing the subtle shift in the cabin’s atmosphere as Cipher’s presence settled into it. She could hear the low, steady rhythm of the rain, the ghost of embers cracking in the hearth, and somewhere down the hall… his footsteps stopping, the door closing.

No tension. No threat. Just a man finally allowing himself to stop performing for a moment.

She exhaled, long and slow.

After a while, she moved softly through the hall, barefoot and silent. Not to spy. Not to invade. Just… to check. Old habits die hard, especially when the rare thing called trust is still new enough to feel delicate.

She paused outside the guest room door. There was no unrest behind it—no hum of internal noise suggesting turmoil, no spike of thought or panic. Just quiet, exhaustion, and a kind of calm he probably hadn’t had in a long while.

Good.

She started to walk away—

—but then, with a faint flick of her fingers, the air stirred, and the faint light in his room shifted just enough to dim to something gentler, warmer. Subtle—like the room had simply decided to be kinder on its own.

A courtesy. Nothing more. Nothing less.

She didn’t knock. Didn’t say anything. But as she turned away, the whisper of her voice carried low enough that it wasn’t certain if she meant for it to be heard or not:

“Sleep well, Cipher.”

Then she returned to her own room, the door closing with a soft click, the cabin breathing into silence—two minds, two powers, finally… at rest.

[deancipher]

As Cipher lay there on top of the bed, eyes closed, he drifted in and out of sleep. Now and then waking, just to drift off again. He hadn’t even shifted, nor taken off his shoes. He still lay there in his clothes as sleep took him. Though before he drifted off fully, he thought he heard Wanda’s voice. A muffle, a whisper from behind the door and carrying down the hall. He wasn’t sure if he dreamt it or not, but was too tired to say anything. And so he let sleep fully take him.

He didn’t dream. Didn’t stir for at least a few hours later. It wasn’t much sleep, but it was enough. He slowly sat up and stretched, took a look at his surroundings. The light in the room was low, comforting. It was still raining inside, tapping against the window. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. He got up from the bed for a full stretch and ran a hand through his hair, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

He decided to leave the room, opening the door quietly and heading toward the little kitchen area. He was careful not to disturb Wanda while he made himself some tea, figuring she wouldn’t mind since she’d offered. He was tempted by the whiskey, staring the bottle down for a good while before changing his mind.

He made his way back to the living room area and sat back down on the chair he’d been sitting in for most of the night. It was dark in this room, but quiet. So…so quiet. It brought peace and calm despite the darkness. He welcomed it as he sat there and sipped at his tea, contemplating. He rarely took the time to just…sit and be in the moment. It was nice.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda didn’t consciously know she’d slipped from sleep into something else. Her body remained peacefully still beneath her blankets, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm—but somewhere between exhaustion and calm, her subconscious reached outward in quiet habit.

Not wildly. Not out of grief or desperation this time.

Just… wandering.

A quiet dream-walk.

Her bare feet made no sound against the wooden floor as her projection drifted down the dim hallway, still wrapped in the soft red aura of half-formed consciousness. She wasn’t fully here, but she wasn’t entirely somewhere else either. The glow around her was faint, pulsing gently like a lantern in fog.

She stopped midway down the hall—not calling for him, not searching, just standing there as though caught in the quiet gravity of Cipher’s presence nearby. Her head was tilted slightly toward the living room, eyes half-closed, as though listening to a sound only she could hear.

But she didn’t intrude. The dream-state Wanda only existed as a presence—unthreatening, unguarded, quietly drawn toward the stability and calm she could feel from his direction like warmth in winter.

If Cipher looked toward the hallway, he’d see her silhouette there—soft, almost spectral, her form just barely translucent as if she were made from red-lit mist. Peaceful. Serene. Not fully awake, not entirely dreaming. Drifting, like her power was simply… following comfort rather than chaos for once.

She wasn’t speaking. Not yet.

But a single whisper seemed to ride the faint hum of magic in the air—not words so much as an emotion translated into sound.

Safe.

Unspoken, but present.

[deancipher]

He was lost in a somewhat meditative state, simply staring at the window and watching the drips of rain glide down the glass. His mind was calm for once, not a storm of clouded thoughts. It was peaceful here, far more so than on campus or even in his own home. This felt like a break, like a mini vacation. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on vacation.

His breathing was soft and steady as he stared with a soft gaze at the window. He didn’t know what it was about this place that seemed to draw him in. The cabin itself was typical, yet cozy. And the company was…welcome. It seemed both he and Wanda were similar when it came to others, not having much patience outside of those that captured their interests. That were different. Unique and broken.

Eventually, he picked up on the sense that he was being watched. At first he thought his mind was playing tricks, but that sensation remained. Yet it wasn’t concerning. As he turned his head back toward the hallway he expected to see Wanda there, though was surprised to see her silhouette instead, covered in her red energy.

He didn’t say anything as there wasn’t anything to say. Instead, he just observed her exactly how he’d been observing the window. That soft gaze, steady breath. It was just like earlier, those quiet silences that had fallen between them. None of which were uncomfortable, but rather just two people growing more familiar with one another. Enough to let their guards down.

He’d never seen Wanda project herself before, so this was quite the treat. He was content just watching, admiring. More and more she showed more power than any of the students back at the University. Not to mention there was a beauty to her powers. Beauty that could destroy, absolutely. But could also savour. Cipher wasn’t put off nor afraid of Wanda. In fact, she was one of vert few he saw as an equal.

[deancipher]

" I didn't know you were that comofrtable around my house." ( it could be like Cipher comes out from her bathroom with a towel around his waist or not :p )

Cipher merely shrugged as he exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and still damp.

“Would you rather I smell bad? I don’t want that, and I know you don’t want that. Unless you’re complaining about having a half naked man in your house? And here I thought that was every woman’s dream.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda registered the shift instantly—not just in the words, but in how he said them. It wasn't desperation. It wasn’t pleading. It was a command dressed in calmness—the kind that came from someone who rarely gave orders he didn’t expect to be obeyed.

For a heartbeat, she held still—just to make him wonder if she’d listen.

Then she smiled.

A slow, deliberate acknowledgement that she had heard him… and was choosing to comply.

The kiss he gave in return had weight now. Less testing, more claiming a place in the moment without fully stealing control just yet. His arm around her waist pulled her closer, closing the space she had carefully maintained before—not to dominate her, but to say I’m here. I’m participating. I’m not passive in this just because I gave you room to explore.

She let him.

For now.

When she finally broke the kiss, she lingered there—lips barely brushing his, breath shared—eyes half-lidded but alert. Evaluating. Learning.

“Good,” she murmured softly against his mouth, as if approving his shift rather than resisting it. “I was wondering when you’d stop merely observing and start… responding.”

Her fingers stayed where they were—but their pace changed in response to his energy now. Less exploratory, more intentional. Just enough to reward his command with her interpretation of obedience.

Then she used her magic to flip him onto his back, now sliding on top of him. Lips and tongue smeared every inch of his body before reaching his cock. Her tongue licked the inches before her mouth took it in one suck. Bobbing slowly and delicately for now.

[deancipher]

It was a battle of minds, a battle of will. Cipher was aware he was being tested, yet at the same time wanted balance between them. Neither were the type to roll over and give in unless they chose to. It was all about control, which both of them liked to have at their fingertips.

He’d been careful during this little dance, and still was. Signaling that he was participating, but also allowing her to explore and giving her that freedom. He didn’t see the sense in taking control. At least, not yet. However pulling her closer was his indication that he would also lead her, especially when she was right where he wanted her. When she paused her movements however, he was about to complain before she continued. Her way of pressing him, he knew.

Cipher’s eyes were also hooded as he looked at her after their kiss. “I was responding, though also intrigued about your exploration. And didn’t feel the need to rush you. But if you want me to throw you onto that bed and fuck the life out of you, then I certainly won’t hesitate.” Came that calm reply and tilt of his head. “Or are you too proud to admit such a thing?”

Again, he watched her carefully as he kept her close, breathing growing heavier with each stroke. He’d been about to lean in for another kiss before he felt her magic move his body, and he was the one thrown onto the bed instead. And then she was all over him, lips and tongue like a woman starved. And he let her, the attention and affection doing wonders for his ego.

Low hums of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he watched her travel down his body to where he wanted her most. He shuddered as her tongue glided over him and he took a sharp intake of breath as she consumed him in one suck. She was rewarded with low grunts and groans as she bobbed her head, Cipher’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t stop his gaze from drinking everything in, watching her swallow his cock again and again.

“Y-…You are a w-…wicked little witch, aren’t you?” Talking was becoming difficult he couldn’t even hide the heavy breaths between words. Not that he was too prideful to deny her that. She deserved to know what she was doing felt good. His hands moved to hold either side of her head, supporting but also keeping her where he wanted her. His hips moved, matching her rhythm and pace with slow thrusts to ease his cock deeper.

[kataramenespsyxes]

A thrill rippled through her. Not because he commanded—but because she had drawn that command out of him.

Wanda obeyed… at her pace. Purposeful. Wickedly patient. She set a rhythm meant to test how long a man could hold onto stoicism while heat built beneath the surface.

A quiet grunt escaped him—a deep sound born from pleasure rather than surprise. His jaw clenched. His breathing deepened further.

His voice, roughened, slipped out again. “Wicked little witch.”

Wanda only smiled, lips brushing his lower abdomen as she spoke in a hushed, sultry tone.

“He hasn’t seen wicked yet.”

She continued, deliberate and confident, maintaining full control of the pace. But even as she held him there—even as he let her—there was a tension building.

A shift waiting to happen.

Wanda could feel it. He was going to take control at some point.

However that didn't stop her from deepthroating his cock, saliva rushing down his balls as she did so.

[deancipher]

Even though he was the one being pleasured, he still felt this was a test. Felt that she was seeing how long he could keep up the calm facade before it broke away. Despite how nonchalant he was most of the time, he was still a man. Still flesh and blood. Still prone to desires and needs. Just like her.

She was pushing him to his limit with words and actions, and she knew it too. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing, and the moment he broke would have been part of her plan all along no doubt. But in the end, she could think what she wanted of him. When overcome with pleasure, mentality and focus changed. And he knew she would be the exact same under his touch. His lips. His tongue.

More grunts left him, jaw clenching along with his stomach. He couldn’t let her tease, not now. Not like this. Either she wanted this or not, and judging by the way she was greedily swallowing him, he felt it was safe to say she wanted the former. He allowed himself a few long moments at this pace, savouring the sensation. The pleasure. And it was good, but addictive. He wanted more.

And so the grip on her head became more firm, more controlling as his hips moved with purpose. Steady thrusts that sparked even more pleasure through his veins. His breathing became heavier, grunts and groans became more frequent. He was no longer trying to brush it off as nothing, but giving in. Embracing it. Embracing her and the pleasure she was giving. The pleasure he was taking.

“Mmh…fuck…th-that’s it. Just like that.” He huffed, finally taking control and holding onto it just as firmly as he was with Wanda’s head, using her for his pleasure.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda’s lips curled in dark satisfaction.

She let him take the reins.

Not because he forced them from her—but because this was what she’d been coaxing from him all along. To her, his shift wasn’t a loss of control on her part—it was the perfect response to everything she’d been building.

His pleasure, raw and unguarded, became her triumph.

His grip in her hair was commanding. Possessive. Certain. His voice cracked against the silence, strained with desire as he muttered broken approval through clenched teeth. Each sound he made sent a thrill through her, not of submission, but of victory.

He was using her now—yes—but only because she had maneuvered him to the point where he needed to.

And Wanda loved that he finally did.

Her hands braced against him, steady, accepting the new pace he set. She didn’t resist or falter; she adapted, following the rhythm he demanded with sinful precision. Every ragged breath he released was fuel. Every grunt, every slip of profanity—confirmation that he was no longer analyzing or calculating.

He was feeling.

She had dragged him down from that perfect calm and into something molten and real.

[deancipher]

He was met with no resistance, but acceptance. Adjustment. Wanda didn’t stop him. There was no witty remark, no comebacks. Just the two of them together in this moment. And it felt so freeing, which only added to the pleasure.

Cipher let himself go, let him truly feel it. All of it. Sensations he hadn’t felt in a long time. The touch of another, and yet more than that still. It was something he couldn’t explain, something he didn’t have the words for. But what he’d learned was that Wanda knew him perhaps even better than he knew himself. What he needed, truly needed. Whether they would ever admit it to themselves or not, they had a connection. Kindred spirits in a way. So much unspoken with words yet told with actions. Cipher had never met anyone like her.

His hips rocked as he thrust steady and deep, grunting with every deepthroat of his cock. He gazed down to watch Wanda swallow him again and again, shaft twitching from the sight. And then he let his head fall back, closed his eyes and truly drunk in all the pleasure. All the sensations coursing through him like wildfire

He huffed heavy breaths, grunts and even moans catching at the back of his throat as he continued to use Wanda. Gradually, he upped the pace as he held her head steady, hips snapping a little faster. All of which tore more sounds and curses of pleasure from him. He was intoxicated by her, by all of this. Addicted. She was exactly what he needed. And she knew it too.

“Mmfffhh…aaah…fuck…fuck…!” He groaned, his thrusts become more urgent, more needy the closer Cipher was reaching his peak. “So good…so…f-fucking good. Haaah…” His chest heaved with heavy breaths, brows furrowed and stomach clenched from the pleasure as well as pressure.

“…I f-feel…it’s only right to warn you, that I’m close.” He managed through huffs of breaths. He warned her out of courtesy, giving her whichever option she wanted. The only relinquish in control he was going to allow her for now.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Cipher’s loss of restraint unfolded before Wanda like a transformation—measured breaths turning to raw heat, low sounds growing uncontained as she let him take what he needed. There was no hesitation in her, no pushback—only an intentional willingness to let him drive deeper into the moment she had orchestrated with precision.

His grip on her tightened; his movements built in intensity. Wanda could feel the shift in him—not simply physical but emotional. Something guarded had cracked open, and behind it was a hunger that ran deeper than lust alone. She had seen a glimpse of it before—in the quiet intensity of his eyes when they trained alone, in the way he examined her magic like something sacred rather than feared—but now it blazed unfiltered.

His voice, usually steady and clinical, was frayed at the edges, heavy with need. Every rough, breathless word was evidence of how thoroughly she had broken through his reserve. Wanda accepted it all with a composed kind of approval, her body moving in rhythm with him, her eyes lifting briefly to meet his when he looked down.

That moment—his gaze locked with hers while pleasure ransacked his control—was what she wanted. Not submission, not conquest. Revelation.

He warned her, voice fractured but firm—a courtesy rather than a request, a final offering of choice.

Wanda didn’t pull away.

Instead, her hands moved in silent affirmation, her hold steady, her rhythm unwavering. A subtle lift of her gaze met his again with dark, unspoken permission. There was no fear, no hesitation.

Only intent.

She would take everything he gave—and let him know she had chosen to.

His breathing hitched, the tension in his body coiling tighter, every sound from him rougher, more unguarded. Wanda felt the moment building like a swell in the air, a storm breaking free of its center.

She met it steadily, eyes fixed on him in quiet dominance.

" Where do you want to cum?" She asked, licking the under line of his cock.

[deancipher]

Time and time again, Wanda showed just how unique she was. He’d never met anyone like her before, who knew him so deeply, who knew what he needed and was willing to help him. Whether this had something to do with him assisting her training, he wasn’t sure. Nor did he care. He hadn’t helped her out of selfishness. He hadn’t asked for anything in return for it. The fact he was sought out specifically was enough. The fact she was willing to listen to him, was enough.

And so he had no idea why she was giving herself over to him so completely, willingly giving up control. But she was right. He needed this. He had no idea how badly until now. Until he was close to that final push, teetering on the edge.

He gazed down at her, watching and noting how she didn’t pull away despite his warning. Defiant as ever. He admired that about her. And the look she gave him, that gaze through her lashes while her mouth was full of his cock…it was enough to make his toes curl. He’d never seen such a filthy sight in his life. She was doing things to him, getting into his head and under his skin without the use of any powers other than her brilliant mind.

He took a few heavy breaths to steady himself, calm himself just slightly. Though Wanda made it difficult with her tongue licking at him, and that question that carried so many possibilities.

Where do you want to cum?

Everywhere.

“In that quick witted mouth of yours. And afterwards, I need you to get rid of those clothes, because I’m not done with you yet.” Again, it wasn’t a request. It wasn’t simply a statement. It was fact. Wanda had shown that she was all in, that she wanted this just as much as he did. Unless she changed her mind of course.

The night was still young, and Cipher wanted to see this through, wanted to explore this even further if Wanda was of the same mind.

[deancipher]

“Mr. Cipher, I’ve come to revisit our last encounter. It seems I’ve been… remiss.”

As he heard the knock at the door, Cipher blinked in surprise. He was not expecting visitors this late at night.

Sighing, he headed for the door and opened it. For the first time, he was actually expressive. The look of confusion was clear on his face as he stared at James Norrington of all people.

“What the fuck are you doing here at this hour? You really think I’m in the mood to let you rummage around in my head in the middle of the night? Kindly fuck off. I’m not going to invite you in, Lapdog.”

[deancipher]

Doug smiled brightly as he was reunited with Buster, petting him gently. “I held onto him in my mind cause I knew that he’d be gone if…when I ever got control back. Cipher isn’t the type to care about anyone other than himself so…” He frowned, his expression turning sad for a moment as he tried not to think of Buster’s fate in the real world.

His focus shifted back to James as he explained, noting that he was being heard and listened to for once. That alone meant everything. “Oh, call me Doug. I…have faint traces of you in my mind. We spoke before? Or…you and Cipher did. You and him in his office. …An argument of some kind.” His brows furrowed as he tried to focus. “It’s broken, y’know? It’s not clear. Like pieces of a puzzle. But I’m getting flashes of things he did.” Doug admitted. It seemed the longer he was in control, the more his mind was starting to remember, like someone recovering from amnesia.

Doug returned that smile with one of his own. “I never expected to ever be found. I just kept shouting as loud as I could hoping I’d be heard or…just hoping something would happen. But you…you saved me. I can’t imagine Cipher made it easy either. So…I truly am grateful. Forever grateful for that, Mr Norrington.” He was completely genuine, completely open and honest. The total opposite of his counterpart. This guy wouldn’t hurt a damn fly.

Doug listened closely as James explained what he thought had happened, which sounded like what exactly had happened. He frowned, tilting his head. “You seem to know a lot about this. Which, I’m glad for cause it means I can hopefully get answers and help. Anything to not be locked away again.” There was deep rooted concern and fear of that. Which of course was understandable. And then led to Doug freaking out and panicking.

Though as James spoke to him, that grounding touch on his shoulder, he slowly began to calm. He didn’t know why but there was something trusting in James. In the way he spoke, in the way he was so calm and in control all while Doug was spiralling. He knew James was someone he could trust. He felt it. “I-…I’ll try my best. I want control of my life. I want to know where I am, what I’m doing without blackouts happening.” He explained before he paused and looked at James. “For what it’s worth, whatever he’s said or done to you, I’m sorry. You both argued but I don’t know why. Regardless, I’m sorry.”

Doug took a deep breath as he glanced around the room, nodding at the instructions given to him. “This was my livingroom. It was a house that Emily and I bought together. It wasn’t much since I was working at Blockbuster at the time so wasn’t making that much, but she had a great job. She was training to be a lawyer. I always questioned what she saw in me cause I thought she deserved better y’know? I didn’t even question why she came in multiple times a week to rent movies. I was so oblivious.” Doug laughed softly, a mixture of sadness and fondness in that memory.

He paused for a moment before continuing. “We dated for a while and then got a place together. We got Buster a month after moving in. Emily loved cats. She’d have adopted the entire shelter! But we found Buster and it was just…we knew, y’know? A few years later I finally saved up enough to get her a decent ring. One that she deserved. And…and that was us. The three of us. And we…we just lived. Just a normal, quiet life. Till…that night when everything changed.”

Doug frowned at the memory of that night. The night that haunted him every second of every day the moment it happened. His eyes began to water, though he blinked it back and shook his head. “Sorry.” He sniffed, taking a deep breath. “The scent is all her. There were always candles lit. Vanilla, coconut, spiced apple in winter. The couch was my idea. I’d seen it for cheap at some random car boot sale one day and liked it. Figured we could work on it together to make it look nicer. It was something we kept talking about but never got round to. But it sort of just…became part of the house. Part of the room regardless.”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

James didn’t interrupt. Not once. Letting Doug reclaim the pieces of himself one memory at a time.

That warm living room filled itself with life as Doug spoke: Emily’s laugh echoing faintly in the walls, the quiet jingle of Buster’s collar, the soft glow of candles that smelled like home. James breathed it out of respect. This man had been starved of meaning for so long… now, every detail mattered.

When Doug apologized—twice—James gently shook his head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, that wasn't you, that was him. The squabble is unimportant now” he reassured. “You’re remembering. That is precisely what you must do.” The vampire stepped closer, hands sliding into his coat pockets as he took in the room and really took it in.

“Emily, Buster, the couch, the candles—” he gestured faintly around them “this is your strength, Doug. Cipher comes from pain. You come from love. ”

His eyes flicked back to Doug “You built a life. You earned happiness. And nothing he has done erases that.. You see yourself as ordinary, but you survived grief that would break most men. You endured years locked in darkness and still—still—you’re capable of kindness.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying Doug with that sharp, strategic mind. A faint smile curved his mouth. “Keep speaking. Keep remembering. Every detail you reclaim is another chain off your wrists.” James simply remained there with him—calm, patient—letting Doug continue to be Doug. " Well, if you insist on a first name basis, then by all means call me... James."

[deancipher]

Doug listened as James spoke, nodding along and taking everything in. He rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to remember more. “I’ll try, James.” He said, pausing for a long moment as he reflected back.

Though, he did get distracted as he looked James over. “Sorry but…how is it that you’re here exactly? I mean, you seem very nice and all but I don’t…how do you and Cipher know one another? It’s strange, I feel…like I can trust you and open up to you even though we’ve just met. That…that’s not normal, is it?” He was starting to question things, felt himself start to spiral again as he took a deep breath.

“Anyway uh…we would sit on the couch, all three of us and watch tv. Movies, shows, whatever was on. We’d watch the most random shit sometimes. Some stuff was really good and other times we were laughing the whole time. The holidays were mostly quiet. Emily’s parents didn’t like me all that much cause I had. added end job that didn’t really bring in a lot of cash. They thought she deserved better. I never disagreed with them on that.” He mused, slowly wandering around the headspace as he allowed more memories to come to him.

“We weren’t the type that went out all the time. We preferred nights in. But now and then we’d go out. For dinner or a movie, or a party. We were just…just normal. Just your average couple. I mean, in a Supe filled world, we weren’t anything special y’know?” Doug explained as he moved back to the couch to sit down. He fell silent, thinking. Contemplating.

“What…happens now? I don’t know anything that’s been going on. Not for a long while. I don’t know what Cipher’s been doing or where he lives. I don’t…I don’t know what to do if I get out of here and gain control of my body again. What should I do, James?” He asked. He was truly at a loss, like he was suffering from amnesia. He didn’t know a thing that had happened or was currently going on in the “outside” world.

“It might seem strange to say, but I can’t picture myself out there. Me, fully in control and living my life. It’s something I haven’t done in so long now that…I’m not even sure I’d know how to.”

[deancipher]

" I didn't know you were that comofrtable around my house." ( it could be like Cipher comes out from her bathroom with a towel around his waist or not :p )

Cipher merely shrugged as he exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and still damp.

“Would you rather I smell bad? I don’t want that, and I know you don’t want that. Unless you’re complaining about having a half naked man in your house? And here I thought that was every woman’s dream.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda registered the shift instantly—not just in the words, but in how he said them. It wasn't desperation. It wasn’t pleading. It was a command dressed in calmness—the kind that came from someone who rarely gave orders he didn’t expect to be obeyed.

For a heartbeat, she held still—just to make him wonder if she’d listen.

Then she smiled.

A slow, deliberate acknowledgement that she had heard him… and was choosing to comply.

The kiss he gave in return had weight now. Less testing, more claiming a place in the moment without fully stealing control just yet. His arm around her waist pulled her closer, closing the space she had carefully maintained before—not to dominate her, but to say I’m here. I’m participating. I’m not passive in this just because I gave you room to explore.

She let him.

For now.

When she finally broke the kiss, she lingered there—lips barely brushing his, breath shared—eyes half-lidded but alert. Evaluating. Learning.

“Good,” she murmured softly against his mouth, as if approving his shift rather than resisting it. “I was wondering when you’d stop merely observing and start… responding.”

Her fingers stayed where they were—but their pace changed in response to his energy now. Less exploratory, more intentional. Just enough to reward his command with her interpretation of obedience.

Then she used her magic to flip him onto his back, now sliding on top of him. Lips and tongue smeared every inch of his body before reaching his cock. Her tongue licked the inches before her mouth took it in one suck. Bobbing slowly and delicately for now.

[deancipher]

It was a battle of minds, a battle of will. Cipher was aware he was being tested, yet at the same time wanted balance between them. Neither were the type to roll over and give in unless they chose to. It was all about control, which both of them liked to have at their fingertips.

He’d been careful during this little dance, and still was. Signaling that he was participating, but also allowing her to explore and giving her that freedom. He didn’t see the sense in taking control. At least, not yet. However pulling her closer was his indication that he would also lead her, especially when she was right where he wanted her. When she paused her movements however, he was about to complain before she continued. Her way of pressing him, he knew.

Cipher’s eyes were also hooded as he looked at her after their kiss. “I was responding, though also intrigued about your exploration. And didn’t feel the need to rush you. But if you want me to throw you onto that bed and fuck the life out of you, then I certainly won’t hesitate.” Came that calm reply and tilt of his head. “Or are you too proud to admit such a thing?”

Again, he watched her carefully as he kept her close, breathing growing heavier with each stroke. He’d been about to lean in for another kiss before he felt her magic move his body, and he was the one thrown onto the bed instead. And then she was all over him, lips and tongue like a woman starved. And he let her, the attention and affection doing wonders for his ego.

Low hums of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he watched her travel down his body to where he wanted her most. He shuddered as her tongue glided over him and he took a sharp intake of breath as she consumed him in one suck. She was rewarded with low grunts and groans as she bobbed her head, Cipher’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t stop his gaze from drinking everything in, watching her swallow his cock again and again.

“Y-…You are a w-…wicked little witch, aren’t you?” Talking was becoming difficult he couldn’t even hide the heavy breaths between words. Not that he was too prideful to deny her that. She deserved to know what she was doing felt good. His hands moved to hold either side of her head, supporting but also keeping her where he wanted her. His hips moved, matching her rhythm and pace with slow thrusts to ease his cock deeper.

[kataramenespsyxes]

A thrill rippled through her. Not because he commanded—but because she had drawn that command out of him.

Wanda obeyed… at her pace. Purposeful. Wickedly patient. She set a rhythm meant to test how long a man could hold onto stoicism while heat built beneath the surface.

A quiet grunt escaped him—a deep sound born from pleasure rather than surprise. His jaw clenched. His breathing deepened further.

His voice, roughened, slipped out again. “Wicked little witch.”

Wanda only smiled, lips brushing his lower abdomen as she spoke in a hushed, sultry tone.

“He hasn’t seen wicked yet.”

She continued, deliberate and confident, maintaining full control of the pace. But even as she held him there—even as he let her—there was a tension building.

A shift waiting to happen.

Wanda could feel it. He was going to take control at some point.

However that didn't stop her from deepthroating his cock, saliva rushing down his balls as she did so.

[deancipher]

Even though he was the one being pleasured, he still felt this was a test. Felt that she was seeing how long he could keep up the calm facade before it broke away. Despite how nonchalant he was most of the time, he was still a man. Still flesh and blood. Still prone to desires and needs. Just like her.

She was pushing him to his limit with words and actions, and she knew it too. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing, and the moment he broke would have been part of her plan all along no doubt. But in the end, she could think what she wanted of him. When overcome with pleasure, mentality and focus changed. And he knew she would be the exact same under his touch. His lips. His tongue.

More grunts left him, jaw clenching along with his stomach. He couldn’t let her tease, not now. Not like this. Either she wanted this or not, and judging by the way she was greedily swallowing him, he felt it was safe to say she wanted the former. He allowed himself a few long moments at this pace, savouring the sensation. The pleasure. And it was good, but addictive. He wanted more.

And so the grip on her head became more firm, more controlling as his hips moved with purpose. Steady thrusts that sparked even more pleasure through his veins. His breathing became heavier, grunts and groans became more frequent. He was no longer trying to brush it off as nothing, but giving in. Embracing it. Embracing her and the pleasure she was giving. The pleasure he was taking.

“Mmh…fuck…th-that’s it. Just like that.” He huffed, finally taking control and holding onto it just as firmly as he was with Wanda’s head, using her for his pleasure.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda’s lips curled in dark satisfaction.

She let him take the reins.

Not because he forced them from her—but because this was what she’d been coaxing from him all along. To her, his shift wasn’t a loss of control on her part—it was the perfect response to everything she’d been building.

His pleasure, raw and unguarded, became her triumph.

His grip in her hair was commanding. Possessive. Certain. His voice cracked against the silence, strained with desire as he muttered broken approval through clenched teeth. Each sound he made sent a thrill through her, not of submission, but of victory.

He was using her now—yes—but only because she had maneuvered him to the point where he needed to.

And Wanda loved that he finally did.

Her hands braced against him, steady, accepting the new pace he set. She didn’t resist or falter; she adapted, following the rhythm he demanded with sinful precision. Every ragged breath he released was fuel. Every grunt, every slip of profanity—confirmation that he was no longer analyzing or calculating.

He was feeling.

She had dragged him down from that perfect calm and into something molten and real.

[deancipher]

He was met with no resistance, but acceptance. Adjustment. Wanda didn’t stop him. There was no witty remark, no comebacks. Just the two of them together in this moment. And it felt so freeing, which only added to the pleasure.

Cipher let himself go, let him truly feel it. All of it. Sensations he hadn’t felt in a long time. The touch of another, and yet more than that still. It was something he couldn’t explain, something he didn’t have the words for. But what he’d learned was that Wanda knew him perhaps even better than he knew himself. What he needed, truly needed. Whether they would ever admit it to themselves or not, they had a connection. Kindred spirits in a way. So much unspoken with words yet told with actions. Cipher had never met anyone like her.

His hips rocked as he thrust steady and deep, grunting with every deepthroat of his cock. He gazed down to watch Wanda swallow him again and again, shaft twitching from the sight. And then he let his head fall back, closed his eyes and truly drunk in all the pleasure. All the sensations coursing through him like wildfire

He huffed heavy breaths, grunts and even moans catching at the back of his throat as he continued to use Wanda. Gradually, he upped the pace as he held her head steady, hips snapping a little faster. All of which tore more sounds and curses of pleasure from him. He was intoxicated by her, by all of this. Addicted. She was exactly what he needed. And she knew it too.

“Mmfffhh…aaah…fuck…fuck…!” He groaned, his thrusts become more urgent, more needy the closer Cipher was reaching his peak. “So good…so…f-fucking good. Haaah…” His chest heaved with heavy breaths, brows furrowed and stomach clenched from the pleasure as well as pressure.

“…I f-feel…it’s only right to warn you, that I’m close.” He managed through huffs of breaths. He warned her out of courtesy, giving her whichever option she wanted. The only relinquish in control he was going to allow her for now.

[kataramenespsyxes]

@deancipher

The cabin was quiet — too quiet for someone who’d once warped an entire town with grief. Wanda Maximoff stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the treeline sway in the mountain wind. The world had finally stopped whispering monster under its breath, but silence had its own kind of cruelty.

When the knock came, it wasn’t unexpected. She’d felt the ripple before it reached her door — that strange, electric tug in the air that didn’t belong to this plane.

“Dean Cipher,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was calm, practiced. “You made quite the entrance last time.”

The door opened with a low creak, the scent of sulfur and rain curling into the room.

Her eyes glowed faintly red as she turned to face him — not in threat, but in curiosity. “I didn’t call for help,” she said. “I called for understanding.”

And for the first time since Westview, she didn’t sound lost. She sounded dangerous — and ready.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda lingered in her own room for a few minutes—listening without truly listening, sensing the subtle shift in the cabin’s atmosphere as Cipher’s presence settled into it. She could hear the low, steady rhythm of the rain, the ghost of embers cracking in the hearth, and somewhere down the hall… his footsteps stopping, the door closing.

No tension. No threat. Just a man finally allowing himself to stop performing for a moment.

She exhaled, long and slow.

After a while, she moved softly through the hall, barefoot and silent. Not to spy. Not to invade. Just… to check. Old habits die hard, especially when the rare thing called trust is still new enough to feel delicate.

She paused outside the guest room door. There was no unrest behind it—no hum of internal noise suggesting turmoil, no spike of thought or panic. Just quiet, exhaustion, and a kind of calm he probably hadn’t had in a long while.

Good.

She started to walk away—

—but then, with a faint flick of her fingers, the air stirred, and the faint light in his room shifted just enough to dim to something gentler, warmer. Subtle—like the room had simply decided to be kinder on its own.

A courtesy. Nothing more. Nothing less.

She didn’t knock. Didn’t say anything. But as she turned away, the whisper of her voice carried low enough that it wasn’t certain if she meant for it to be heard or not:

“Sleep well, Cipher.”

Then she returned to her own room, the door closing with a soft click, the cabin breathing into silence—two minds, two powers, finally… at rest.

[deancipher]

As Cipher lay there on top of the bed, eyes closed, he drifted in and out of sleep. Now and then waking, just to drift off again. He hadn’t even shifted, nor taken off his shoes. He still lay there in his clothes as sleep took him. Though before he drifted off fully, he thought he heard Wanda’s voice. A muffle, a whisper from behind the door and carrying down the hall. He wasn’t sure if he dreamt it or not, but was too tired to say anything. And so he let sleep fully take him.

He didn’t dream. Didn’t stir for at least a few hours later. It wasn’t much sleep, but it was enough. He slowly sat up and stretched, took a look at his surroundings. The light in the room was low, comforting. It was still raining inside, tapping against the window. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. He got up from the bed for a full stretch and ran a hand through his hair, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

He decided to leave the room, opening the door quietly and heading toward the little kitchen area. He was careful not to disturb Wanda while he made himself some tea, figuring she wouldn’t mind since she’d offered. He was tempted by the whiskey, staring the bottle down for a good while before changing his mind.

He made his way back to the living room area and sat back down on the chair he’d been sitting in for most of the night. It was dark in this room, but quiet. So…so quiet. It brought peace and calm despite the darkness. He welcomed it as he sat there and sipped at his tea, contemplating. He rarely took the time to just…sit and be in the moment. It was nice.

[deancipher]

" I didn't know you were that comofrtable around my house." ( it could be like Cipher comes out from her bathroom with a towel around his waist or not :p )

Cipher merely shrugged as he exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and still damp.

“Would you rather I smell bad? I don’t want that, and I know you don’t want that. Unless you’re complaining about having a half naked man in your house? And here I thought that was every woman’s dream.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda registered the shift instantly—not just in the words, but in how he said them. It wasn't desperation. It wasn’t pleading. It was a command dressed in calmness—the kind that came from someone who rarely gave orders he didn’t expect to be obeyed.

For a heartbeat, she held still—just to make him wonder if she’d listen.

Then she smiled.

A slow, deliberate acknowledgement that she had heard him… and was choosing to comply.

The kiss he gave in return had weight now. Less testing, more claiming a place in the moment without fully stealing control just yet. His arm around her waist pulled her closer, closing the space she had carefully maintained before—not to dominate her, but to say I’m here. I’m participating. I’m not passive in this just because I gave you room to explore.

She let him.

For now.

When she finally broke the kiss, she lingered there—lips barely brushing his, breath shared—eyes half-lidded but alert. Evaluating. Learning.

“Good,” she murmured softly against his mouth, as if approving his shift rather than resisting it. “I was wondering when you’d stop merely observing and start… responding.”

Her fingers stayed where they were—but their pace changed in response to his energy now. Less exploratory, more intentional. Just enough to reward his command with her interpretation of obedience.

Then she used her magic to flip him onto his back, now sliding on top of him. Lips and tongue smeared every inch of his body before reaching his cock. Her tongue licked the inches before her mouth took it in one suck. Bobbing slowly and delicately for now.

[deancipher]

It was a battle of minds, a battle of will. Cipher was aware he was being tested, yet at the same time wanted balance between them. Neither were the type to roll over and give in unless they chose to. It was all about control, which both of them liked to have at their fingertips.

He’d been careful during this little dance, and still was. Signaling that he was participating, but also allowing her to explore and giving her that freedom. He didn’t see the sense in taking control. At least, not yet. However pulling her closer was his indication that he would also lead her, especially when she was right where he wanted her. When she paused her movements however, he was about to complain before she continued. Her way of pressing him, he knew.

Cipher’s eyes were also hooded as he looked at her after their kiss. “I was responding, though also intrigued about your exploration. And didn’t feel the need to rush you. But if you want me to throw you onto that bed and fuck the life out of you, then I certainly won’t hesitate.” Came that calm reply and tilt of his head. “Or are you too proud to admit such a thing?”

Again, he watched her carefully as he kept her close, breathing growing heavier with each stroke. He’d been about to lean in for another kiss before he felt her magic move his body, and he was the one thrown onto the bed instead. And then she was all over him, lips and tongue like a woman starved. And he let her, the attention and affection doing wonders for his ego.

Low hums of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he watched her travel down his body to where he wanted her most. He shuddered as her tongue glided over him and he took a sharp intake of breath as she consumed him in one suck. She was rewarded with low grunts and groans as she bobbed her head, Cipher’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t stop his gaze from drinking everything in, watching her swallow his cock again and again.

“Y-…You are a w-…wicked little witch, aren’t you?” Talking was becoming difficult he couldn’t even hide the heavy breaths between words. Not that he was too prideful to deny her that. She deserved to know what she was doing felt good. His hands moved to hold either side of her head, supporting but also keeping her where he wanted her. His hips moved, matching her rhythm and pace with slow thrusts to ease his cock deeper.

[kataramenespsyxes]

A thrill rippled through her. Not because he commanded—but because she had drawn that command out of him.

Wanda obeyed… at her pace. Purposeful. Wickedly patient. She set a rhythm meant to test how long a man could hold onto stoicism while heat built beneath the surface.

A quiet grunt escaped him—a deep sound born from pleasure rather than surprise. His jaw clenched. His breathing deepened further.

His voice, roughened, slipped out again. “Wicked little witch.”

Wanda only smiled, lips brushing his lower abdomen as she spoke in a hushed, sultry tone.

“He hasn’t seen wicked yet.”

She continued, deliberate and confident, maintaining full control of the pace. But even as she held him there—even as he let her—there was a tension building.

A shift waiting to happen.

Wanda could feel it. He was going to take control at some point.

However that didn't stop her from deepthroating his cock, saliva rushing down his balls as she did so.

[deancipher]

Even though he was the one being pleasured, he still felt this was a test. Felt that she was seeing how long he could keep up the calm facade before it broke away. Despite how nonchalant he was most of the time, he was still a man. Still flesh and blood. Still prone to desires and needs. Just like her.

She was pushing him to his limit with words and actions, and she knew it too. Wanda knew exactly what she was doing, and the moment he broke would have been part of her plan all along no doubt. But in the end, she could think what she wanted of him. When overcome with pleasure, mentality and focus changed. And he knew she would be the exact same under his touch. His lips. His tongue.

More grunts left him, jaw clenching along with his stomach. He couldn’t let her tease, not now. Not like this. Either she wanted this or not, and judging by the way she was greedily swallowing him, he felt it was safe to say she wanted the former. He allowed himself a few long moments at this pace, savouring the sensation. The pleasure. And it was good, but addictive. He wanted more.

And so the grip on her head became more firm, more controlling as his hips moved with purpose. Steady thrusts that sparked even more pleasure through his veins. His breathing became heavier, grunts and groans became more frequent. He was no longer trying to brush it off as nothing, but giving in. Embracing it. Embracing her and the pleasure she was giving. The pleasure he was taking.

“Mmh…fuck…th-that’s it. Just like that.” He huffed, finally taking control and holding onto it just as firmly as he was with Wanda’s head, using her for his pleasure.

[kataramenespsyxes]

@deancipher

The cabin was quiet — too quiet for someone who’d once warped an entire town with grief. Wanda Maximoff stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the treeline sway in the mountain wind. The world had finally stopped whispering monster under its breath, but silence had its own kind of cruelty.

When the knock came, it wasn’t unexpected. She’d felt the ripple before it reached her door — that strange, electric tug in the air that didn’t belong to this plane.

“Dean Cipher,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was calm, practiced. “You made quite the entrance last time.”

The door opened with a low creak, the scent of sulfur and rain curling into the room.

Her eyes glowed faintly red as she turned to face him — not in threat, but in curiosity. “I didn’t call for help,” she said. “I called for understanding.”

And for the first time since Westview, she didn’t sound lost. She sounded dangerous — and ready.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda didn’t bother hiding the small smirk that tugged at her lips when he made his joke about being “good company.” She let the silence that followed hang just long enough for him to think she might not respond—then she tilted her head slightly, voice smooth, almost lazy in its calm.

“Hmm… ‘Good’ company is a stretch. But tolerable? Occasionally useful? Not entirely unbearable to talk to by a fire?” She shrugged, casual, teasing. “I guess you pass.”

She started toward the hallway, not looking back immediately—but the way her voice carried over her shoulder made it clear she fully expected him to follow when he was ready.

“And don’t worry,” she added dryly. “I didn’t offer for your sake—I just don’t feel like scraping your car out of a ditch at three in the morning because you decided you were too superior to hydroplane like the rest of us.”

But then, softer—enough to acknowledge, without dramatizing anything: “...And maybe because the silence after you leave would feel a little too loud tonight.”

She stopped at the hallway entrance, finally turning back to face him fully. The glow behind her crimson eyes had settled into something steady, confident.

“There’s clean sheets already in the spare room,” she said. “And if you’re going to stay, don’t wake me before sunrise unless something’s on fire or you’re dying. Preferably both.”

A beat. Her smirk softened into something faint but unmistakably real.

[deancipher]

He’d become used to the long silences, knowing it was Wanda’s way of keeping him guessing. He respected that little game as he did the same thing on occasion. However, her words were met with a chuckle and shake of head. “Right. If you want to keep fooling yourself, by all means. I’ll keep your secret.” He stated, reading between the lines. “Occasionally useful though? Really? After your little breakthrough tonight that you wouldn’t have gotten without me? You wound me, Wanda.” He said placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

When she turned and headed for the hallway, Cipher followed. He left his jacket hanging over the chair to collect in the morning. “Oh, of course that’s your reasoning. Absolutely. Colour me surprised you actually give a damn about my safety. I mean, you could always leave me in said ditch. But good to know if it ever happened, your first thought is to come to my rescue.” Every jab from her was returned with one of his own, though he kept it rather light with no malice.

Though her mention of the silence feeling too loud earned a subtle smirk at the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything though, no retort. He allowed that statement to hang in the air, but it was heard. And noted. He stopped when she did, gaze meeting hers as he tilted his head. “You’ll be glad to know I won’t resort to those kinds of extreme measures even if I wanted your attention.” He stated, then sighed softly. “If I’m awake before sunrise I’d take myself out. Though, sleeping in would be a nice change. Here’s hoping you’ve exhausted me enough.”

It was a tease as his own features softened just slightly, matching her.

[kataramenespsyxes]

.

Wanda paused at his last line, the corner of her mouth curving up again—small, but unmistakably satisfied. “Exhausted you? That almost sounds like a compliment,” she said, voice low, teasing threading through the quiet between them. “Don’t worry, Cipher. I’ll try not to let it go to my head.”

She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, arms loosely crossed, eyes gleaming faintly in the firelight that stretched down the hallway. “And for the record…” she added, tone turning wry, “I don’t ‘rescue’ people. I just prevent bad decisions before they become expensive ones. There’s a difference.”

For a moment she just watched him—his composed stillness, the faint tension at the corners of his jaw that always betrayed when he was fighting off fatigue. Then, softer: “Get some rest, Dean. You’ve earned it tonight.”

She pushed away from the frame, starting down the hall again. “If you can sleep through the rain, you’ll be fine. If not—there’s tea in the kitchen. Or whiskey, if you prefer your dreams messy.”

[deancipher]

Cipher chuckled, a smirk crossing his features. “Even I grow tired hearing the sound of my own voice after a while. Not to mention I felt pushed to be a good guide. After all, you were the one who asked for my help. I’d tarnish my reputation if I disappointed.” Came his reply, though there was definitely tiredness in his tone. It had been a long day with a long drive.

He tilted his head curiously at her comment about bad decisions. “Expensive ones? Then I can’t help but wonder how costly me getting hurt would be for you. Interesting.” There was a tease in his tone as he let the matter hang in the air. He could easily have a battle of wits with Wanda all night, but he was drained both mentally and physically.

He let out a deep sigh as he nodded. “I certainly plan to. Though I’ll keep that in mind about the whiskey. Can’t say it’s not tempting.” His expression softened as he gazed at Wanda for a moment before giving a small nod. “Goodnight, Wanda. Great work tonight. The first breakthrough of many, no doubt.”

With that he headed into the spare room and closed the door behind him. The room itself was cozy, dimly lit with the rain lightly tapping against the window. Luckily he found the sound relaxing and soothing. He had a quick glance around before letting himself flop backwards on top of the bed and let out a heavy breath. It felt good to be off his feet, to lay down and rest. He let his eyes close and just stayed like that. Whether sleep claimed him or not, it didn’t matter. He was comfortable just laying there resting his eyes.

[deancipher]

" I didn't know you were that comofrtable around my house." ( it could be like Cipher comes out from her bathroom with a towel around his waist or not :p )

Cipher merely shrugged as he exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and still damp.

“Would you rather I smell bad? I don’t want that, and I know you don’t want that. Unless you’re complaining about having a half naked man in your house? And here I thought that was every woman’s dream.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda registered the shift instantly—not just in the words, but in how he said them. It wasn't desperation. It wasn’t pleading. It was a command dressed in calmness—the kind that came from someone who rarely gave orders he didn’t expect to be obeyed.

For a heartbeat, she held still—just to make him wonder if she’d listen.

Then she smiled.

A slow, deliberate acknowledgement that she had heard him… and was choosing to comply.

The kiss he gave in return had weight now. Less testing, more claiming a place in the moment without fully stealing control just yet. His arm around her waist pulled her closer, closing the space she had carefully maintained before—not to dominate her, but to say I’m here. I’m participating. I’m not passive in this just because I gave you room to explore.

She let him.

For now.

When she finally broke the kiss, she lingered there—lips barely brushing his, breath shared—eyes half-lidded but alert. Evaluating. Learning.

“Good,” she murmured softly against his mouth, as if approving his shift rather than resisting it. “I was wondering when you’d stop merely observing and start… responding.”

Her fingers stayed where they were—but their pace changed in response to his energy now. Less exploratory, more intentional. Just enough to reward his command with her interpretation of obedience.

Then she used her magic to flip him onto his back, now sliding on top of him. Lips and tongue smeared every inch of his body before reaching his cock. Her tongue licked the inches before her mouth took it in one suck. Bobbing slowly and delicately for now.

[deancipher]

It was a battle of minds, a battle of will. Cipher was aware he was being tested, yet at the same time wanted balance between them. Neither were the type to roll over and give in unless they chose to. It was all about control, which both of them liked to have at their fingertips.

He’d been careful during this little dance, and still was. Signaling that he was participating, but also allowing her to explore and giving her that freedom. He didn’t see the sense in taking control. At least, not yet. However pulling her closer was his indication that he would also lead her, especially when she was right where he wanted her. When she paused her movements however, he was about to complain before she continued. Her way of pressing him, he knew.

Cipher’s eyes were also hooded as he looked at her after their kiss. “I was responding, though also intrigued about your exploration. And didn’t feel the need to rush you. But if you want me to throw you onto that bed and fuck the life out of you, then I certainly won’t hesitate.” Came that calm reply and tilt of his head. “Or are you too proud to admit such a thing?”

Again, he watched her carefully as he kept her close, breathing growing heavier with each stroke. He’d been about to lean in for another kiss before he felt her magic move his body, and he was the one thrown onto the bed instead. And then she was all over him, lips and tongue like a woman starved. And he let her, the attention and affection doing wonders for his ego.

Low hums of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he watched her travel down his body to where he wanted her most. He shuddered as her tongue glided over him and he took a sharp intake of breath as she consumed him in one suck. She was rewarded with low grunts and groans as she bobbed her head, Cipher’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t stop his gaze from drinking everything in, watching her swallow his cock again and again.

“Y-…You are a w-…wicked little witch, aren’t you?” Talking was becoming difficult he couldn’t even hide the heavy breaths between words. Not that he was too prideful to deny her that. She deserved to know what she was doing felt good. His hands moved to hold either side of her head, supporting but also keeping her where he wanted her. His hips moved, matching her rhythm and pace with slow thrusts to ease his cock deeper.

[kataramenespsyxes]

@deancipher

The cabin was quiet — too quiet for someone who’d once warped an entire town with grief. Wanda Maximoff stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the treeline sway in the mountain wind. The world had finally stopped whispering monster under its breath, but silence had its own kind of cruelty.

When the knock came, it wasn’t unexpected. She’d felt the ripple before it reached her door — that strange, electric tug in the air that didn’t belong to this plane.

“Dean Cipher,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was calm, practiced. “You made quite the entrance last time.”

The door opened with a low creak, the scent of sulfur and rain curling into the room.

Her eyes glowed faintly red as she turned to face him — not in threat, but in curiosity. “I didn’t call for help,” she said. “I called for understanding.”

And for the first time since Westview, she didn’t sound lost. She sounded dangerous — and ready.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda didn’t bother hiding the small smirk that tugged at her lips when he made his joke about being “good company.” She let the silence that followed hang just long enough for him to think she might not respond—then she tilted her head slightly, voice smooth, almost lazy in its calm.

“Hmm… ‘Good’ company is a stretch. But tolerable? Occasionally useful? Not entirely unbearable to talk to by a fire?” She shrugged, casual, teasing. “I guess you pass.”

She started toward the hallway, not looking back immediately—but the way her voice carried over her shoulder made it clear she fully expected him to follow when he was ready.

“And don’t worry,” she added dryly. “I didn’t offer for your sake—I just don’t feel like scraping your car out of a ditch at three in the morning because you decided you were too superior to hydroplane like the rest of us.”

But then, softer—enough to acknowledge, without dramatizing anything: “...And maybe because the silence after you leave would feel a little too loud tonight.”

She stopped at the hallway entrance, finally turning back to face him fully. The glow behind her crimson eyes had settled into something steady, confident.

“There’s clean sheets already in the spare room,” she said. “And if you’re going to stay, don’t wake me before sunrise unless something’s on fire or you’re dying. Preferably both.”

A beat. Her smirk softened into something faint but unmistakably real.

[deancipher]

He’d become used to the long silences, knowing it was Wanda’s way of keeping him guessing. He respected that little game as he did the same thing on occasion. However, her words were met with a chuckle and shake of head. “Right. If you want to keep fooling yourself, by all means. I’ll keep your secret.” He stated, reading between the lines. “Occasionally useful though? Really? After your little breakthrough tonight that you wouldn’t have gotten without me? You wound me, Wanda.” He said placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.

When she turned and headed for the hallway, Cipher followed. He left his jacket hanging over the chair to collect in the morning. “Oh, of course that’s your reasoning. Absolutely. Colour me surprised you actually give a damn about my safety. I mean, you could always leave me in said ditch. But good to know if it ever happened, your first thought is to come to my rescue.” Every jab from her was returned with one of his own, though he kept it rather light with no malice.

Though her mention of the silence feeling too loud earned a subtle smirk at the corner of his lips. He didn’t say anything though, no retort. He allowed that statement to hang in the air, but it was heard. And noted. He stopped when she did, gaze meeting hers as he tilted his head. “You’ll be glad to know I won’t resort to those kinds of extreme measures even if I wanted your attention.” He stated, then sighed softly. “If I’m awake before sunrise I’d take myself out. Though, sleeping in would be a nice change. Here’s hoping you’ve exhausted me enough.”

It was a tease as his own features softened just slightly, matching her.

[deancipher]

“Mr. Cipher, I’ve come to revisit our last encounter. It seems I’ve been… remiss.”

As he heard the knock at the door, Cipher blinked in surprise. He was not expecting visitors this late at night.

Sighing, he headed for the door and opened it. For the first time, he was actually expressive. The look of confusion was clear on his face as he stared at James Norrington of all people.

“What the fuck are you doing here at this hour? You really think I’m in the mood to let you rummage around in my head in the middle of the night? Kindly fuck off. I’m not going to invite you in, Lapdog.”

[deancipher]

The man blinked, just staring at James for a moment as if frozen in shock. But then he spoke, urgently, though still softly. Like an excited child. “Oh, n-no! No, I’m not him. I’m *not* him. M-My names Doug. Doug Brightbill. This uh…is my sanctuary, I guess. It’s the first time I’ve been here actually. Wh-Where is here exactly? What’s happening right now?” He asked as he stood up from the couch and hesitantly headed over to James.

He took that hand for a shake, his hold was gentle like he was greeting an old friend. “Nice to meet you, Mr Norrington. I haven’t seen anyone in years. Not this me anyways. Never thought I’d meet or speak to anyone again. It’s been so long.” He gave a small smile as he let go and then began to explore his own mental scape.

Doug was far more expressive and full of emotion than Cipher was. The two clearly opposite sides of the same coin. Doug looked at the pictures on the walls with fondness, picked up one of the random books to look it over. And when he caught sight of the cat, he headed over. “Buster! Hey. You’re here too!” He said as he crouched down to give the cat pets. “I missed you buddy.”

As James spoke of the counterpart and burying him alive, Doug turned his attention to the Brit. “I can answer that. He…kind of appeared a good few years ago when I was going through a difficult time. I don’t know how or why, but he was just…there. He offered to help ease the pain. I don’t have family. When I lost my wife I didn’t have anyone but Buster. So I agreed. And…it worked at first. I was able to cope y’know? But then things…changed. He wanted more control for longer durations and I wasn’t…” Doug glanced away with a heavy sigh. “I wasn’t strong enough to stop him.”

He gave Buster a scratch behind his ear before standing up to face James. “So he took over and pushed me aside. Locked me up so I couldn’t interfere. And I was there ever since. Till just now. Thank you for freeing me, Mr Norrington. I don’t know how you did it or…how you’re in my mind, but you seem nice so. Thank you.” Doug gave James a warm, genuine smile. He didn’t care how, when or where this was. He was just glad to be free.

“This was my home.” Doug said as he gestured to the space around him. “Me, Buster and…Emily. It wasn’t much but it was home. And after being locked away in the dark for so long, it’s definitely nice to come back to.” He smiled somewhat sadly at the fond memories. “I don’t know how long I’ve been locked away exactly. At the start, he…Cipher, would let me see what he saw. Let me experience it. It felt surreal having my body move and say things…do things that I-I would never…”

He paused, brows furrowed as he shook his head. “But then I remembered less and less. It was like I was having blackouts. I was losing time. I actually thought I was going crazy and was going to go to the hospital, but Cipher told me it would be okay. And like a fool, I believed him.” Doug shrugged. “Now…I don’t know how much time I’ve lost. I don’t know…what I’ve done, where I am. What I’m doing. Where I live. I don’t…don’t know anything about myself.”

He fell silent then, thinking. Trying to remember the last moments of clarity. But his mind was a blur, still catching up with itself and the shift. His thoughts were jambled, a tangle of his own and Cipher’s where it was becoming impossible to tell whose were whose.

“Mr Norrington, I don’t know how much longer I have before he takes over again. I don’t want to go back in the dark. I don’t want to be locked away and forgotten again. Wh-What do I do?” He asked, stepping closer to the man, his expression pleading. “Can you help me?”

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

James stood quietly at first, letting the echoes of Doug’s words fill the space between them. It was strange—after the heat and fury of what had just transpired—to find himself here, in a place so still and warm it almost felt alive. The vampire’s eyes softened, the burn of their glow dimming to a gentler hue as he watched Doug move. So this is the man buried beneath Cipher, he thought. The ghost inside the machine.

When Doug took his hand, James’s grip was steady, warm despite his own cool touch. “It’s good to meet you, Doug, perhaps in time I will explain but for now...” He followed Doug’s gaze as the man wandered the room, eyes tracing over the photos and shelves with something akin to respect. When Buster meowed and brushed past James’ leg again, he crouched briefly, letting his fingers skim the cat’s fur before watching the reunion with an expression that could almost be called fond. “He’s waited a long time for you.”

As Doug explained Cipher’s origins, James listened with arms loosely crossed, like a soldier at ease. His face betrayed little, but his eyes did all the talking. There was understanding there, and a deep, old kind of empathy that rarely surfaced. “I know that temptation,” he murmured when Doug finished. “Pain is a cruel thing, Mr. Brightbill. It makes bargains sound like mercy.” He exhaled softly through his nose, glancing to the floor before meeting Doug’s gaze again. “But for what it’s worth, you weren’t weak. You were human. And he exploited that.” The words were spoken with the quiet authority of someone who had seen such fractures before.

James smiled at the gratitude because it felt genuine. “You’re most welcome. Though truth be told, I didn’t expect to find you in here.” His tone carried a wry edge, but it softened quickly. “Still, I’m glad I did. You seem to be a vast improvement.”

James fell quiet as Doug described the slow decline, the stolen time, the loss of self. It stirred something in him—recognition, maybe. A ghost of his own split self flickered behind his eyes, though he buried it under composure. “You’re describing what I've taken to calling a split. Two consciousnesses sharing one body—one dominant, one recessive. It often begins as a coping mechanism, but if the balance tips…” He tilted his head slightly. “Well. You’ve seen what happens when one side seizes control. You vanish into the dark.” His gaze grew gentler, less clinical. “But that doesn’t mean you’re gone. Just buried.”

James instinctively reached out when Doug started to panic over being taken over again, resting a reassuring hand on the man’s shoulder. “Easy, now,” he said softly, his tone a calm anchor. “You’re not going back. Not tonight anyway. Cipher may have power, but he’s not invincible. And as you've stated…You’ve still roots here—memories, will, purpose. That’s what I can help you strengthen. That will anchor your resistance.” His voice took on a low, reassuring cadence. “I can’t promise to banish him entirely, but I can teach you to fight. To stay awake when he tries to drag you under.”

He glanced toward the cat with a smile, then back to Doug. “Start by remembering. Every name, every face, every scent in this room. Anchor yourself to them. They belong to you, not him.”

[deancipher]

Doug smiled brightly as he was reunited with Buster, petting him gently. “I held onto him in my mind cause I knew that he’d be gone if…when I ever got control back. Cipher isn’t the type to care about anyone other than himself so…” He frowned, his expression turning sad for a moment as he tried not to think of Buster’s fate in the real world.

His focus shifted back to James as he explained, noting that he was being heard and listened to for once. That alone meant everything. “Oh, call me Doug. I…have faint traces of you in my mind. We spoke before? Or…you and Cipher did. You and him in his office. …An argument of some kind.” His brows furrowed as he tried to focus. “It’s broken, y’know? It’s not clear. Like pieces of a puzzle. But I’m getting flashes of things he did.” Doug admitted. It seemed the longer he was in control, the more his mind was starting to remember, like someone recovering from amnesia.

Doug returned that smile with one of his own. “I never expected to ever be found. I just kept shouting as loud as I could hoping I’d be heard or…just hoping something would happen. But you…you saved me. I can’t imagine Cipher made it easy either. So…I truly am grateful. Forever grateful for that, Mr Norrington.” He was completely genuine, completely open and honest. The total opposite of his counterpart. This guy wouldn’t hurt a damn fly.

Doug listened closely as James explained what he thought had happened, which sounded like what exactly had happened. He frowned, tilting his head. “You seem to know a lot about this. Which, I’m glad for cause it means I can hopefully get answers and help. Anything to not be locked away again.” There was deep rooted concern and fear of that. Which of course was understandable. And then led to Doug freaking out and panicking.

Though as James spoke to him, that grounding touch on his shoulder, he slowly began to calm. He didn’t know why but there was something trusting in James. In the way he spoke, in the way he was so calm and in control all while Doug was spiralling. He knew James was someone he could trust. He felt it. “I-…I’ll try my best. I want control of my life. I want to know where I am, what I’m doing without blackouts happening.” He explained before he paused and looked at James. “For what it’s worth, whatever he’s said or done to you, I’m sorry. You both argued but I don’t know why. Regardless, I’m sorry.”

Doug took a deep breath as he glanced around the room, nodding at the instructions given to him. “This was my livingroom. It was a house that Emily and I bought together. It wasn’t much since I was working at Blockbuster at the time so wasn’t making that much, but she had a great job. She was training to be a lawyer. I always questioned what she saw in me cause I thought she deserved better y’know? I didn’t even question why she came in multiple times a week to rent movies. I was so oblivious.” Doug laughed softly, a mixture of sadness and fondness in that memory.

He paused for a moment before continuing. “We dated for a while and then got a place together. We got Buster a month after moving in. Emily loved cats. She’d have adopted the entire shelter! But we found Buster and it was just…we knew, y’know? A few years later I finally saved up enough to get her a decent ring. One that she deserved. And…and that was us. The three of us. And we…we just lived. Just a normal, quiet life. Till…that night when everything changed.”

Doug frowned at the memory of that night. The night that haunted him every second of every day the moment it happened. His eyes began to water, though he blinked it back and shook his head. “Sorry.” He sniffed, taking a deep breath. “The scent is all her. There were always candles lit. Vanilla, coconut, spiced apple in winter. The couch was my idea. I’d seen it for cheap at some random car boot sale one day and liked it. Figured we could work on it together to make it look nicer. It was something we kept talking about but never got round to. But it sort of just…became part of the house. Part of the room regardless.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

@deancipher

The cabin was quiet — too quiet for someone who’d once warped an entire town with grief. Wanda Maximoff stood by the window, arms crossed, watching the treeline sway in the mountain wind. The world had finally stopped whispering monster under its breath, but silence had its own kind of cruelty.

When the knock came, it wasn’t unexpected. She’d felt the ripple before it reached her door — that strange, electric tug in the air that didn’t belong to this plane.

“Dean Cipher,” she said, not turning around. Her voice was calm, practiced. “You made quite the entrance last time.”

The door opened with a low creak, the scent of sulfur and rain curling into the room.

Her eyes glowed faintly red as she turned to face him — not in threat, but in curiosity. “I didn’t call for help,” she said. “I called for understanding.”

And for the first time since Westview, she didn’t sound lost. She sounded dangerous — and ready.

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda let his words settle—not as empty praise, but as something she allowed herself to accept. Not cling to. Not deflect. Just… accept.

Her shoulders eased just a little, the kind of subtle release that happens when the body realizes it doesn’t have to brace anymore. She didn’t smile widely, didn’t beam—but there was a quiet flicker of pride in her eyes, a settled warmth like embers in a hearth.

“Headaches on command were starting to get old,” she murmured dryly, a touch of humor breaking through. But her gaze stayed steady, attentive. She was listening just as closely now as she had when she closed her eyes.

Breathe. Balance. Own it.

She nodded once. “I can do that.” It wasn’t an empty promise or a hopeful guess. It sounded like a decision.

She leaned back lightly in her chair—not slumped, not guarded. Just at ease. “Guess your students should be jealous,” she added, almost casually. “You roll your sleeves up for me, meditate by firelight, give meaningful speeches…” She tilted her head, a hint of a smirk ghosting at the corner of her lips. “Must be nice having someone who actually listens to you, huh?”

There was no malice in her teasing—just a gentle prod, acknowledging the trust that had begun to form between them. Hard-won, but present.

Then, softer, more genuine: “Thank you… for taking this seriously. For not treating me like a catastrophe waiting to happen.”

[deancipher]

“Good. That’s what I like to hear after spending hours guiding you. Otherwise I’d be just a tiny bit pissed off.” He was half teasing of course, though he knew Wanda had taken in everything he’d told her. It was evident in the way she acted, the way she responded. Unlike any of the students back on campus.

He eased back into the chair, rolling his shoulders as he got comfortable and allowed himself to relax for once. His gaze flickered to Wanda and he tilted his head. “The students are too busy getting drunk at parties and fucking, to pay attention to me and what I have to teach them. I had hope for a small select few, one in particular. She’s stubborn and doesn’t trust me. Which is making things rather difficult.” Cipher admitted with a shrug.

He simply raised a brow at the thanks, not having expected it. “If anything, this was a welcome distraction and as good exercise as any to get off campus for a while. Honestly, half the time I feel wasted in there. These students are supposed to be the best and strongest, and yet half of them have utterly useless abilities they might as well be human.” He was aware he was venting a little, though he found it hard to shut up at times once he started talking.

“As far as catastrophes go, you’re far from it. One walk around campus and you’d see just how fucked we are. It’s not pretty.” Cipher allowed himself a rare chuckle at the irony of it all as he sighed deeply and leaned his head back. “This was refreshing. I think I needed this just as much as you did.” He muttered, pausing for a moment as he simply stared up at the ceiling as if contemplating something.

He sat back up again and met Wanda’s gaze. “As much as I like to push my students, I’d say we made good enough progress to call it a day. That and it’s pretty dark out there. Fuck. Time sure flies when you’re preventing power collapse, huh?”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda let out a quiet breath of amusement—a soft huff that wasn’t quite a laugh, but close enough to count. Cipher’s dry humor, as always, slipped in with surgical precision. The tension that had once gripped the room like a spine of ice had long since thawed, leaving something steady, grounded… surprisingly human.

“‘Hours,’ huh?” she teased, lifting an eyebrow with a small, knowing smirk. “You make it sound like I ran you through a marathon.”

But she didn’t argue the progress they’d made. Couldn’t. She felt it—in the way her mind wasn’t a live wire, in how her pulse no longer tried to sprint faster than her breath, in how the energy now rested rather than clawed.

She listened as he spoke about the campus and his students, her expression softening—empathetic, if subtly. “Sounds like you’re teaching children who think they’re gods,” she mused. Then, after a beat: “Maybe they just don’t know what to do with power when they’ve never had to bleed for it.”A quiet observation. No pity—just truth.

She didn’t interrupt when he vented. Didn’t feel the need to. There was something quietly satisfying about watching him humanize himself further without realizing it. When he finally admitted he needed this too, she simply nodded once.“Yeah,” she said softly. “I know the feeling.”The cabin felt almost peaceful now. The fire had burned low, casting warm amber over the room. Outside, the rain had settled into a quiet rhythm against the glass. Everything felt slower. Realer.When he sat up and made the call, she glanced toward the window, the darkness beyond. “You’re right,” she agreed. “If you keep going past this point, I’ll start charging you per emotional breakthrough.”

A small smile ghosted across her face—not a deflection, but an acknowledgement of shared exhaustion that didn’t need to be dramatized.She rose slowly from her chair, the motion fluid, the warmth of the magic still lingering beneath her skin like a quiet pulse. “You’re welcome to take the spare room,” she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Storm might pick up again later. And I wouldn’t want you getting kidnapped by one of your drunk students on the way back.”

[deancipher]

Cipher gave a small shrug. “It’s the most I’ve taught in a while, actually. Or at least the longest. Getting the kids to listen and follow instructions is like getting blood from stone.” While he’d never admit it out loud, he was thankful for tonight and Wanda. She’d listened and followed every instruction thrown her way. Quite literally the perfect student. Certainly setting an example. But she didn’t need the ego boost, not when she probably already knew anyway.

“Oh, sure. Some think they’re all that and will be the next leader of The Seven or some bullshit, but kids these days just don’t listen. Too busy on their damn phones, or getting shitfaced at parties. So this…” Cipher gestured to the space around them, to the cabin itself. “…has been refreshing.” He didn’t exactly like complaining, though there wasn’t really anyone back on campus he could rant to. The humans, perhaps. But he didn’t so much care for them. Or their opinions.

“The kids know nothing about bleeding for things. They don’t know what it’s like to fight and struggle for what you want. What you are. None of them would last in the real world.” Cipher had little faith in the students except for a select few. But even then it had been difficult to teach them since they just weren’t interested. Or trusted him.

“So, you’re my top student. For now, at least. Though don’t let that little nugget of info get to your head or I’ll reach in there and pull it out.” He said with a faint smirk. He liked that he could joke and tease with Wanda. He liked that she listened, whether he was teaching her or ranting. If only more could be like her.

His gaze shifted to the window, watching the raindrops lazily trail down the glass. It was getting late and he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. He was prepared to leave until Wanda left that offer hanging in the air. Cipher raised a brow. “I must be overworked because it sounded like you give a shit about my well-being enough to offer me to stay.” He snickered, contemplating it for a moment. “It is quite the drive back…”

His gaze shifted to rest on Wanda, seeming to look her over for a moment in more contemplation, before finally agreeing. “Fine. I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer. Saves me having to drive through that. Though, if you wanted me to stay all you had to do was say so. I’m aware I’m good company.”

[deancipher]

" I didn't know you were that comofrtable around my house." ( it could be like Cipher comes out from her bathroom with a towel around his waist or not :p )

Cipher merely shrugged as he exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist, hair slicked back and still damp.

“Would you rather I smell bad? I don’t want that, and I know you don’t want that. Unless you’re complaining about having a half naked man in your house? And here I thought that was every woman’s dream.”

[kataramenespsyxes]

Wanda let his words settle between them like embers—quiet, glowing, full of heat that didn’t need to erupt into flame just yet.

“Rare compliment received,” she murmured, eyes lingering on his as if evaluating just how much it had cost him to say it. “I’ll treat it like a collector’s item.”

She noticed the subtle shudder—the barely-there shift in his breath—and her fingers paused ever so slightly in a moment of silent acknowledgment. Not mockery. Not victory. Just… a quiet understanding that this meant something, even if neither of them would name what.

When he spoke of her “poor choice in men,” Wanda gave a low, amused breath through her nose, as though conceding the point but without ceding power. “Mmm. True. Most of them were boys masquerading as threats,” she replied softly, fingers drifting once more across his chest in slow, thoughtful sweeps, not rushed. “Then you walked in like a storm with calm eyes… and didn’t blink when I pushed back.”

Her hand came to rest flat against his sternum, keeping the contact steady—not tantalizing now, but grounding, as though anchoring him to the moment. Eyes blurred within and her hand continued the exploring around his naked body, lingering across his ass cheek and then against his length, stroking it slowly once more to tease.

[deancipher]

“As you should. There’s no telling if there will be another one.” He’d never been with anyone like this before. The closeness, the tension, the fact that he was completely exposed and yet also didn’t. She was looking at him, really looking. And touching him in ways he’d never been touched before. Without any rush. Neither of them were in a rush, both of them already knowing that the end result would be the same regardless.

Wanda’s touch was effecting him, his body responding to each caress. Subtle breaths, shifts. He was entirely focused on her even while her hands roamed, never once looking away. There was no shame, no embarrassment. More like him presenting himself for her to accept him as is…or not.

“That’s your problem. Giving your attention to boys, and not men. Especially those that know what they’re doing and know how to handle mischief makers. Who give as good as they get. Who challenge. You push, I’ll push back. You know that well enough by now.” His tone remained even, simply stating fact without doubt question. His facade broke slightly as her hands caressed his ass cheek and length, as she stroked him. His brows gave the slightest furrow of pleasure as he breathed in deeply.

“You’re quite the curious thing, aren’t you?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. “I can’t help but feel like the collector’s item here, never mind the compliment. Did all your conquests get this treatment or am I just special?” He raised a brow.

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Wanda didn’t miss a single shift in his breathing, every subtle inhale or near-imperceptible twitch beneath her hand adding to what she was learning about him—not as a puzzle to be solved, but as something rare she was choosing to understand.

At his retort about boys and men, she hummed approvingly, her touch still exploratory but controlled, never frantic or overly eager—more like someone studying a weapon crafted with fine precision… and deciding she wanted to claim it, not destroy it.

“You’re right,” she murmured, her voice smooth and low. “Boys play with chaos because they don’t understand it. Men know how to hold it without letting it consume them.”

His subtle reactions—the shift of his shoulders, the slight shudder in his breath, the tension he both kept and allowed—pulled a slow, pleased smirk from her.

“Curious?” she echoed softly. “Yes. I am. Most people don’t fascinate me long enough for me to want to… explore them this carefully.” Her fingers lingered against him with a touch now unmistakably intimate in intent, yet measured—teasing at what she could do without fully taking it further. It was less a rush for pleasure and more a question:

How much will you let me see before you take control?

When he asked if he was special, Wanda didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she let her hand rest lightly at his hip, keeping him grounded while her gaze lifted deliberately to meet his again.

“Most people don’t get this far,” she said simply.

Her tone was matter-of-fact—not boastful, not overly sentimental, just honest.

She continued stroking him, teasingly and licking her lips. Kissing him passionately soon after.

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He hadn’t expected this the moment he’d left the bathroom in the towel. He didn’t expect this odd calm yet tense moment between them. Though, he was intrigued, wanting to see where this was going. After all, he wasn’t in any rush and it gave him a whole different insight into Wanda’s complexity.

“Well, some men do. Others are consumed along with the boys. But then you have those that own the chaos. Who create their own versions, who control it. Use it. What’s life without a bit of organised chaos?” He replied, watching her carefully as always.

He’d grown used to her touch now, found himself welcoming it. Every brush, every caress as she explored him, he found himself waiting for the next and the next. Yet he remained calm, collected. Standing there for her to do as she pleased, which was something he didn’t often do with those who showed interest. There were times when he definitely wanted the control, the power. But there were the rare times when he didn’t mind stepping back and see what others did with him.

Wanda had to be the most interesting yet.

The reply to his question was all he needed to hear, and proved to be quite the ego boost as a brow rose. “Guess that makes me extra special then.” His tone matched hers by stating it as a fact. She could brush it off all she wanted but Cipher knew there was more going on here even if she didn’t want to admit it. Both of them were stubborn and wished to keep their pride.

He’d expected her to let go of his cock again, just like she’d done before. But when she didn’t and continued to stroke him, she was rewarded with the slightest grunts of pleasure. “Don’t stop.” It wasn’t a plea, but an order. A firm one at that. The kiss was returned just as passionately, an arm slipping round her waist to keep her in place, to keep her close.

The control was still in her hands, letting her guide the moment. For now, at least. Cipher felt no need to take over just yet. He was just as interested in Wanda as she was in him, learning. Understanding. And he was content with that for the moment.