TOO PRECIOUS
warnings; insecure reader, thigh insecurity, comforting wanda, fluff
tags; @ilovemilfs-z
let me know if i forgot anything!
the bedroom was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
you sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at your lap, your hands tracing the outer shape of your thighs. you weren’t convinced of their shape or size; they weren’t like the ones you see on social media—you thought.
a familiar sense of insecurity tightened in your chest, as if you wanted to escape your own body.
a soft rustle of fabric broke the silence; wanda shifted beside you, her head tilting as her empathetic senses picked up.
she didn't say a word at first.
instead, she slid closer, her warm body pressing against the side of yours.
"where has your mind gone, detka?" she whispered softly.
you shrugged, trying to pull away, suddenly hyper-aware of how your thighs pressed against the mattress.
"just... thinking,”
you murmured.
“i don't know—i hate how i look right now."
with a gentle but firm movement, she stretched her legs out and pulled your upper body down, guiding your head to rest comfortably in her lap.
before you could even protest, she shifted; resting her hands right where yours had just been, smoothly cupping the curve of your thighs.
"you’re hiding from me,"
wanda said softly, her fingers tracing slow, smooth circles against your skin.
a faint, comforting hum of scarlet energy flickered warmly under her touch.
"and you’re being unkind to someone i love very much."
"wanda, they're just..." you swallowed hard, looking away. "they're too big."
"—they are perfect," she cut you off instantly, her accent coming thick.
she leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek, then another right under your jaw.
her hands continued their caresses.
“they’re soft, they’re warm, and they’re yours."
she looked down at you, her green eyes filled with nothing but devotion.
"let me carry the weight, detka.." she whispered
“you’re too precious to think like that.”
she said—mostly sounding as if she was talking to herself.
sighing, you let your eyes close, the knot in your chest finally fading under the comfort of her touch.