Cuts of Your Silhouette (18+)
Pairing: Soft!Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: Wanda can no longer go to the universe where she'd be most happy but she'll use all the power she's accumulated so far to go the universe where she's most loved. What she finds in this universe is unexpected but in the end, Wanda cannot help but covet it no matter what.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. soft!dark!Wanda. dubcon. explicit smut. Fingering. Oral. choking. overstimulation. strap-on use (cum filled). dirty talk. obsessive behaviour. domestic fluff. angst. MoM spoilers
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Note: Innocent moots, don't look at me 👀 This is me acknowledging MoM but only in the fact that Wanda is so hot and deserves to be happy in her own unhinged way LOL
miláčik - honey/darling
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The universe where I'm most loved.
Wanda chants this only thing in her head, cautious hope blooming where there was only decay.
Earth-838 was no longer an option, thanks to Strange's incessant determination to stop her from becoming happy.
That universe was closed off to her, but it was okay. If Wanda couldn't have the universe where she was most happy, she could make do with where she was most loved.
Wanda has just enough of America's power to make one trip, and she needs to make it count before Strange could come and ruin everything again.
The universe where I'm most loved.
A part of Wanda feels like she's missing something important from this universe she's abandoning. It almost feels as if something is resisting her from going to the universe where she's most loved, but Wanda forces her body to traverse.
Enough.
Wanda has had enough of the grief and misery this universe brought. She has always loved more and loved harder than everyone else in her life. For once, Wanda wants to be the person who is loved beyond imaginable measures.
And this new universe will give that to her.
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White quartz.
It's the first thing Wanda notices. The kitchen island is huge, stretching and covering the middle of the kitchen, and she immediately falls in love with it.
Wanda misses cooking real meals, a part of her that was subdued over time, with the lack of time and survival at the forefront. But this kitchen looked well-used while spotless.
The smell of freshly baked cookies invades Wanda's nose, and she almost feels flustered at how homey it makes her feel.
Looking up, Wanda turns her head and is shocked by her own reflection. Her hair is still a bright auburn, falling just a couple of inches below her shoulder with some natural waves as if she hadn't bothered straightening or fully curling it.
"Mom, mom, mom!"
The sudden voices and thudding footsteps through the door startle Wanda. She looks to where the front door opened, and two tiny bodies come barreling through towards her.
The arms thrown around her waist almost knock the wind out of her, but the tears sting her eyes because—
"Billy, Tommy," Wanda trembles.
"Mom, mom! Did you make the cookies?"
"Are they done?"
"Can we have ice cream with it right now?"
Wanda needs to swallow down the overwhelming emotion that knots in her throat before she can answer.
Of course, Wanda thought. Where she was most loved—it'd be where her boys were. Whatever had occurred in this universe to cause Wanda to not be the happiest—it didn't matter because her boys were here, and as long as they were here, she could be the most loved.
"Sur—"
"Wanda Maximoff, you better not be giving in and spoiling the boys' appetite before dinner."
The new voice makes Wanda freeze. It's not familiar, raising Wanda's hackles as she holds the boys closer to her. She looks to the door again, and when you come through...Wanda's at a loss for words.
There's no universe where she's seen you.
You're struggling to hold all the grocery bags in your arms as you peer over to the trio.
"Did you boys just abandon me with all the bags for cookies?" You cock your brows at them, meant to look displeased, but Wanda and the boys could see the tiny smirk of amusement on your lips.
The boys giggle before they move out of Wanda's hold towards you. There's a moment where Wanda wants to grab them back to her again, but when she sees them running towards you and taking some of the bags to lessen your load, Wanda can't help but stare.
"Sorry, mum," Billy gives you a boyish smile, trying to take another bag from you to help.
"But we could smell the cookies from outside!" Tommy cackles but still helps you out as well.
Wanda feels her heart stop.
Mum?
The boys were referring to you as mum?
How could you be—
Now that one of your hands is free, Wanda watches as you ruffle the boys' hair one at a time before kissing the crown of their head.
"I'll forgive this once because I know mom's cookies are the best in the world and if I had been faster...I would've left you two in the dust," you start laughing as the boy screams indignations with squealing laughter.
You're still laughing as the three of you make it back to the kitchen, placing all the bags on the counter.
"Why don't you two run up and finish your homework? We'll give you a call when dinner is ready." You look at the boys.
"But the cookies—"
"—Are for after dinner," you cut them off with a look that has the boys sighing as they look at each other and give you and Wanda a kiss on the cheek before running off.
Anxiety fills Wanda the second she's alone with you. It makes her want to raise her hands, preparing to fight you because who could you be that would make you mum to her boys? Who were you to intrude in on her happiness and the world where she was most loved?
Was this a universe where Vision existed and they divorced? Were you their stepmother?
You turn your face to her, and Wanda's hackles rise like the hair on the back of her neck. You reach out, grabbing her apron and pulling her towards you. Wanda's about to unleash the full force of her magic on you but is stopped short when she feels warm lips against her own.
It's hot—needy and desperate almost.
Her hand falls against your shoulder and grips at your shirt, and the kiss is broken.
"Hi, darling," you pant just mere inches away from her lips. "I really, really like when you look like this."
The way you say it almost sounds like a whine, and Wanda's lip twitches at it.
"Oh?" is the only thing Wanda can say.
You hum, peppering kisses against her jaw and down her neck, and the sensation is almost too overwhelming. On the one hand, this body feels accustomed to the physical affections, but Wanda is not.
"I missed you all day," you sigh. "Can't believe you're just being all pretty here all the time and I miss hours of it. Should I work from home tomorrow?"
Wanda swallows. Your lips keep peppering kisses, and Wanda almost has whiplash how the needy kisses turn into tender ones, brushing over the tip of her nose and eyelids.
Something hot stings behind Wanda's eyes.
"Can you?" Wanda manages to say. She doesn't know what to say otherwise. It's daunting to know she knows nothing about her life here—she knows nothing about you.
"I don't have any meetings tomorrow," you stand straighter, your eyes drifting up in thought. "Maybe I should take the day off," you muse. "It's been a while since we did something fun with just the two of us."
Wanda doesn't know what to say. She just looks at you, wary and confused. You don't seem to notice her expression too much, taking her silence as agreement to what you suggested.
You turn to look through the groceries. "What do you want to eat for dinner tonight? I bought a variety of things since you said you weren't sure what you're craving."
Wanda weighs her options and choices. She needs to integrate herself into this life and ensure you don't suspect anything.
"Is there something you're craving?" Wanda asks you in a friendly tone.
You hum slowly in thought. "Oh, how about those meatballs you made last month? Those were so good, I've been dreaming about them." You start to put away the groceries other than what ingredients you'll need. You mull over what sides to have.
You're mumbling about what's easier to make, and it becomes clear to Wanda you'll be staying to cook with her, and although it's foreign, Wanda finds it endearing.
Once you finish deciding, you turn to smile impishly at her, and Wanda quirks her brow at it. Despite not knowing you, she somehow feels like she knows that look on you.
"Want to split a cookie? We have to be super quiet, though. I'm pretty sure the boys have a secret power of knowing when we're eating cookies without them."
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It becomes clear throughout the evening that while, yes, her boys love her, they're not the reason why this variant of Wanda is the most loved in the universe.
It's you—you're the reason.
The evening puts Wanda on edge for different reasons. She looks at the ring on her left hand, trying to not fiddle with it again. You helped her put it back on when the two of you were done cooking, seemingly knowing where she always placed it.
She was married, Wanda deliberated, to a woman. It was odd, Wanda had never considered it, but she found that she was at ease with it.
You make her laugh, you look at her with so much love, and Wanda feels suffocated by it. She feels smothered in every way she has ever wanted to be, and she could drown in your love and the way you look at her and the boys.
They're not yours; it's obvious. You've stepped up into a role you never had to, yet you did. For her, yes, but because you love the two boys as if they're your own.
You always find a way to touch her, as if you can't be close enough. It's your legs pressed against hers underneath the table, almost tangled together. It's your hand on top of hers at the diner table or on her thigh.
It's all subconscious, Wanda knows. She knows because she looks into your head on a surface level. Things float about and tease deep inside, and Wanda must refrain from breaking into your mind piece by piece. There'd be time for that later.
"Alright, what should we do tonight? Movies? Games?" You ask as you gather the plates with Tommy to place into the dishwasher. Wanda's eyes trail after you, staring at your form in scrutiny before Billy tugs at her arm.
"What do you want to do, mom?" He asks her, and Wanda knows he's asking her because he can tell she's been out of sorts, and it makes her heart swell.
"Oh, anything you want to do, sweetheart," Wanda wraps her arm around Billy, placing his head against her collarbone as she strokes his hair and kisses his forehead.
"Movie!" Tommy is screaming from the kitchen as he runs back in with you trailing behind with the cookies and ice cream.
"Do you mind grabbing plates, darling?" You ask Wanda, kissing the crown of her head as you pass by her and set the things down in your arms.
Wanda is about to get up, but you place your hand on her arm.
"Use your powers," you tilt your head in confusion as to why she was getting up.
Wanda is surprised you so openly encourage her to use her powers, but she likes it. Four plates float from the kitchen to the dining table and set themselves down gently.
"Alright, how many cookie ice cream sandwiches do we want?" You look at the boys.
"Ten!" The boys shout simultaneously as they look at each other, smiling.
You snort, and Wanda finds herself laughing.
"Ambitious," you smirk, "but let's start with two and go from there."
"Mom," Tommy whines as he looks at Wanda like he knows she'll be more likely to cave in. "Tell mum to make it three."
The look Tommy gives her makes Wanda tender. This is everything she wanted, this was everything she deserved, and she'd do anything for her boys.
Wanda looks at you and shrugs. "It can't hurt to have one more."
You point the ice cream scoop at her but grab more cookies. "When either the ice cream melts by the time they get to the third one, or they get too full, you will regret this, Maximoff."
You're still grinning, and the boys are chatting animatedly, and Wanda is surprised to find she wants this moment to last, even with you in it.
The boys grab their plates and take off carefully to the sofa and begin looking for a movie to watch. You diligently make a cookie ice cream sandwich for Wanda.
"Let's go," you say as you pass her the dessert.
"Not going to make yourself one?" Wanda asked as you went to put the ice cream back in the freezer.
You return, pecking her quickly on the lips, and then promptly take a bite out of the dessert you just made Wanda.
"Someone's going to have to eat the third one the boys won't finish," you say after chewing.
"And if they finish it?" Wanda challenges.
You grin at her innocently. "If it seems like they're on track to eating the third one, I'll share with my generous wife."
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The boys don't finish the third ice cream cookie sandwich as you predicted, and you look entirely too smug at her when you're eating the soggy dessert. Of course, you generously shared the dessert with Wanda, who tried to refuse, but it was futile.
The night was peaceful, and Wanda almost hadn't wanted it to end. You spent the evening curled into her, almost purring as she ran her fingers through your hair, scratching your scalp. You fit perfectly against her, warm and alive.
Wanda doesn't know what to think, and she merely goes with the flow, keeping you close as you clearly so want. She strokes the softness of the skin of your arm while you play with the fingers of her other hand.
When you do this, Wanda can't help but think about how you don't know. You don't know her corrupted fingers, blackened by the results of her desperation to be happy.
"I think it's time for bed, boys," you say suddenly, and Wanda looks over to find the boys half-falling asleep on the couch.
"No, I'm not sleepy," Tommy argues, trying to open his eyes, but they stay half-lidded.
Billy doesn't seem to agree but doesn't speak up either, curling into Wanda's side.
"Bedtime, Tommy," Wanda gives him a look to which he frowns but agrees as he gets up with Billy, and they make their way upstairs.
"I'm going to clean up," you tell Wanda.
"Do you want help?" She offers, but you shake your head.
"No, why don't you start tucking the boys in and I'll be there soon?"
Wanda nods, hesitating for a moment before she leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth, and walks off. She can hear the sounds of dishes clanking as she makes her way up the stairs. Taking her time, she looks around. The hallway is filled with photos of you and her together, and there were photos of all four of them.
But one particular photo made her pause, heart dropping into her stomach as she stared at it.
A photo with Vision with the kids.
Vision—he was in this universe as well? Had he died? She stares at the photo, finding that the kids don't look much younger—a year at the most.
Wanda stands at the photo longer than she thinks until she can hear someone calling her.
"Mom?"
It's Billy and Tommy, stepping out of the washroom as they've finished brushing their teeth.
"Hey, all ready for bed?" Wanda smiles at them, and they nod. She follows them to their room as they both jump into their bed, only a couple of feet away from each other.
The scene is all too familiar, and her chest aches. She tucks them in, kissing each of their foreheads as she sits on the edge of Tommy's bed. At this point, you enter the room.
Tommy smiles at you as you grin back at him, walking over to him and kissing his forehead. He rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything.
You then walk over to Billy's bed, sitting on the edge and kissing his forehead.
"Did you have fun tonight?" You ask softly, and the boys nod. "And you finished your homework?"
The boys roll their eyes in union but nod nonetheless.
"Angels, the lot of you are," you tease, and they giggle.
"Goodnight," you and Wanda bid. "See you in the morning."
"Goodnight," they say together.
"Love you," Billy says sleepily as his eyes close, and Tommy mumbles something similar.
With that, you stand up, holding your hand out for Wanda. She looks at her kids one more time, chanting to herself that she will see them in the morning, that this isn't a dream and she won't wake to the nightmare.
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"Were you okay today?" You ask softly. "You were kind of quiet."
The two of you were lying in bed together. You have curled into Wanda again. Your face rested against her chest, arm around her as you rubbed her back.
It's soothing, Wanda thought. It almost made her bitter that she hadn't felt like this in a long time.
Wanda felt you shift and looked down to see you peering up at her.
"Of course," Wanda reassures you. "Am I always so rambunctious?"
"Sometimes," you grin, teasing her, and Wanda pinches your side, making you try to wriggle away from her. She holds you tighter, preventing you from moving too far away from her.
When things settle down, and you wriggle to move back close against her, Wanda stares at you pensively.
"Do you love me?" She asks.
The question surprises you as you look back up at her. You study her face as if you were looking for answers.
"You haven't asked that since just before our wedding," you comment and that surprises Wanda. Because, at the very least, she knows the two of you have been married for a couple of years.
This variant of her was so sure you loved her that she hadn't questioned it for years?
It was almost laughable to Wanda. Something jealous brews inside her, simmering just beneath the surface.
Wanda doesn't say anything, and she thinks you might not either, or you'll say something so predictable and empty like, "of course I do."
But you simply press your face into her chest, reaching to grab her hand and drag it to your cheek.
"Look," you tell her, and Wanda freezes.
Privacy was always an issue for the people around Wanda. They always worried about whether or not she was listening to them, even if unintentionally.
Now with how her powers had grown, it was a given that people automatically assumed she was breaking into your head. Don't get it wrong, Wanda had. Anything to get the results she wanted, she broke every unspoken rule to get it.
But here you were, freely offering Wanda access. Here you were, being vulnerable to her with all the trust.
And Wanda didn't hesitate.
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You sleep soundly on your side with your back facing Wanda, and she stares at the back of your head.
She should kill you, Wanda thinks, make it look like an accident.
The boys would be sad, but she could help them get it over time, couldn't she?
Seeing into your mind was too much. It was too much to see how lucky this variant of this Wanda was. Sure, she had lost many people to Thanos. She had even lost Vision last year to another villain threatening earth.
But the loss only makes Wanda laugh bitterly because she had already split with Vision years prior, agreeing to amicable joint custody with the boys.
All because she fell in love with you.
But could she blame this variant? Wanda watched everything play like a long sitcom about how you loved her.
This variant had been as miserable as she, had lost just as much as Wanda had, but she had you.
It was unfair, Wanda thought distantly. Why had you not been in her universe? Or if you were, why did they not meet? Why was she once again the only Wanda to be alone?
This variant loved you tenderly—desperately. She kissed and made love to you like you'd break if she was too rough.
And Wanda hates that variant for it. To love something so much that she was capable of treasuring it.
Wanda scoots closer to you, pressing against you as she wraps her arm around you, pulling you flush against her. She presses a kiss against your shoulder and bites into it.
You whimper.
Wanda resolves that all of this is hers now.
This life, the boys, and you.
Everything belongs to her.
And the first thing Wanda wants to know is if you will break if she's too rough.
Wanda's hand slides against your thigh, gripping the inner of it roughly before she moves back up and yanks your panties down.
The sharpness of her touch wakes you.
"Wanda?" Your voice is groggy as you startle. "What are you doing?"
"Touching you," Wanda replies simply, her hand slipping between your folds, rubbing your length slowly, stroking your clit in circles when she comes up.
You moan lowly, your hips moving with her hand as she sucks and nips at your neck. It isn't long until Wanda's fingers are slick from you.
"You got so wet quickly, miláčik," Wanda husks in your ear. "You must want me to fuck you badly."
Your breath hitches at the way Wanda talks to you. The two of you engage in dirty talk often, but not like this.
Wanda guides your leg over her hip before she resumes stroking your pussy until you're dripping and thrusting your hips desperately against her fingers for more.
Wanda's other hand is under you, wrapped around your torso and underneath your shirt as she gropes your chest roughly. Her index finger rolls your hardened nipple back and forth, and she can hear your labored breathing.
Your neck is littered with hickeys, dark and bruising. Wanda isn't even close to being done with you, and you look so ruined already. Wanda wants to see you completely undone. She wants to break you down to nothing so she can build you back up to be hers.
"Wanda..." you keen, gripping the bed sheet on the side, trying to not cry at how bad you want more. Something feels different, but you can't put your finger on it. Honestly, you could barely even think about it with how your body was trembling.
"Use your words, miláčik," Wanda bites at your earlobe. "Tell me what you want—how ready your body is."
You feel close already with how diligent Wanda had been paying attention to your clit, but you just want—
"Please, please, please," you barely get out. "I want you inside, I wanna feel you...I want to cum."
Wanda mutters about how you're such a good girl and thrusts three fingers inside you until she's all the way in, stroking your walls.
"Oh, fuck, yes," you moan, gripping the bedsheets tighter as your leg tenses against Wanda's hip.
How you feel on Wanda's fingers has her biting your shoulder again, almost hard enough to leave imprints. You whimper at the pain, but Wanda doesn't let up.
Her other hand abandons your chest and moves out of your shirt up to your neck, grasping it. You feel so delicate against her, and Wanda almost understands why this variant was adamant about being gentle.
"Wanda—" you say, almost a little alarmed, but Wanda hushes you.
"You're gonna cum just like this," she hisses in your ear, squeezing your throat a little tighter. She licks the shell of your ear, and her voice is throaty when she says, "I missed you, too. You wouldn't even believe how long I've been waiting for you."
Wanda can feel herself dripping for you, but she wants to feel you come over her fingers. She keeps her thrusts inside you, curling her fingers as she strokes that spot inside you that makes you tremble.
"Wanda—"
"Go on and cum, miláčik," Wanda moves her fingers a little faster, keeping the pressure steady as it finally mounts over, and you come with a long groan.
You feel lightheaded and exhausted as Wanda strokes you through the remnants of the hardest orgasm you've ever had.
Going limp against her body, Wanda releases your throat as she pulls her fingers out of you, earning a hum from you. She sucks the mess you made on her fingers, licking the length of her fingers one by one.
You're panting, trying to regain control of your breathing, and Wanda moves and pushes you to lie on your back. She grips the end of your t-shirt, dragging it up and over your head. She stares at your naked form unabashed, appreciating it for a moment before completely undressing herself.
Wanda adjusts her body over yours, legs straddling your thigh. You feel Wanda lower herself, her wetness spreading over your thigh as she rides it slowly.
The low guttural moan Wanda lets out sparks something in your stomach. She looks at you, her eyes glowing red for just a moment.
"It's good you're taking the day off tomorrow."
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"Just like that," Wanda moans, grinding her hips more firmly.
Your hair is gripped tightly, hair threading through Wanda's fingers as she uses it as leverage to thrust her hips into your face. Wanda looks down, only able to see a little less than half your face as she's sitting on it while you eat her out.
Your hands are hooked over Wanda's thigh, securing and occasionally massaging her thighs and hips. Your tongue dips inside her, and Wanda grunts. Her thighs tighten around your head.
Wanda allows you to drag it out a little longer before she pulls at your hair in a warning, and you quickly fasten your lips around her clit, sucking and keeping the pressure steady until Wanda lets out a high keen, thrusting her hips with reckless abandon as she comes messily over your face.
You don't complain about how she might be suffocating you, and when Wanda slows her hips, coming down from her high, she looks to the side. The curtains are still closed, but she can tell it's nearing noon.
Wanda had woken up early to drop the kids off at school while you slept on obliviously. When she came back, she only let you sleep a little longer before waking you by peppering kisses up and down your neck, pressing her body into yours as she lay on top of you.
Wanda's been working your body since, and she's lost count of how many times she's made you orgasm. Similarly, she's lost count for herself as well.
Climbing off your face carefully, she watches you use your fingers to clean your face, licking her slick off your fingers. The sight of you exhausted but clearly having enjoyed yourself has Wanda leaving more hickeys down your body. You're littered with them, all marked up by her, and she revels in it.
"Wanda..." you whine, trying to move your body away, but she holds you still. "I can't anymore."
But Wanda doesn't listen, kissing her way up your body until she's face to face with you. She captures your lips in a messy kiss, licking the inside of your mouth and the teeth pulling at your bottom lip. She can taste herself with the taste of you, and it's all Wanda wants.
"One more," Wanda tells you, caressing your arms until she reaches your hands, pushes them against the mattress, and holds them down.
"Wanda, I really can't—" you shake your head. "We've been going at it for hours...I'm too sensitive now."
"Feels better that way," Wanda mutters, barely even listening to you. Her body feels addicted to you. Everything in her tells her to take it, to make you give everything to her. You're hers now; you're always going to be hers.
You try to reason with Wanda, unsure what's gotten into her. The last time the two of you had this much sex was around the time you were on your honeymoon.
But even then, whatever was happening now was different. Wanda was always a little desperate. It was just who she was after everything she's experienced. As desperate as she was, though, Wanda was also always careful.
That carefulness seemed to fly out of the window since last night. Wanda was fucking you with reckless abandon, determined to take everything and more.
You feel a pressure between your legs, something thick and slick pressing into you. Wanda groans, her forehead dropping against yours. You look down, but the only thing you catch is something red attached to Wanda disappearing into you.
"Wanda—" your breath hitches, feeling the stretch as Wanda moves inside you. "Oh, god, Wanda, it's too much," your hands strain against Wanda's as she laces them together, bringing them over your head and pinned down.
"Just perfect," Wanda mutters, and you can feel her lips ghosting yours. "Feels good, feels so fucking good inside you."
You know then that Wanda used her power to create some kind of strap-on connected to the nerves of her clit. You can feel Wanda's hardened nipples rubbing over yours as she thrusts slowly into you.
When she's all the way in, Wanda pauses, taking a deep breath. You were trembling from how sensitive you felt; it was on the edge of being painful.
But then Wanda moves, and you let out a string of incoherent pleas. She barely moves out before she's thrusting back in. She strokes the same spot inside you over and over until tears run down your face.
"One more," Wanda breathes into your mouth. "One more, give me just one more."
"I can't—" you huff.
"Yes, you can," Wanda cuts you off. Her thrusts get harder but remain the same on moving slightly out before thrusting relentlessly back in. The rough sensation brings you closer and closer to the edge, and Wanda can feel you pulsating as you get near your end.
She drops your hand, and they immediately go to her back, your nails dragging down. Your roughness makes her moan, and Wanda sinks her head into your neck.
"Fuck, I want to come inside you," Wanda mutters. She wants to coat the inside of you. She wants to own you in there too. Wanda wants it all. "I think you'd like that, wouldn't you, miláčik?"
You don't answer, and Wanda grips your face as she lifts her head to stare down at you. Her thrusts are getting messy as you are nearing the climax.
"Wouldn't you like it?" Wanda asks you again, more roughly this time. "Tell me you want me inside you like that right now, miláčik."
It's like an unspoken threat that if you don't, Wanda won't let you off until you do.
"Yes," you immediately whimper. "Yes, yes, I want you to come inside me."
Wanda looks satisfied as she brings her thumb to stroke your clit until she's roughly ripping your last orgasm out of your over-wrought body.
The moan you let out is soundless as Wanda groans in the back of her throat, and you feel something warm gush inside you. The thrusting doesn't stop as Wanda rides out the waves until you stop pulsating around her.
Your chest heaves just as hers does, trying to calm your breathing. You pray that Wanda finally takes mercy on you and keeps her promise that it was just one more.
You feel the strap-on disappearing until it's just Wanda resting between your legs. She kisses you softly now, and you almost breathe loudly in relief as you return her tender kisses with your own.
Despite how rough Wanda treated you, your gentle kisses are what sways her completely into you. Gentle, rough—you truly love Wanda as she is.
"I love you," Wanda mumbles against your lips. "Always love me."
You stroke her head, finally regaining your breath.
"Have I ever not?"
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The next few weeks for Wanda are complete bliss. Even though you're somewhat wary around her, you still touch her the same.
This life was perfect, Wanda knows. This was the wonderful little family Wanda had ever wanted.
Weekdays are filled with domestic heaven, while the weekends are filled with various activities.
Wanda wants this forever, which is why the headaches and glitches she's been experiencing as of late are concerning.
The spell isn't fully complete, and Wanda curses that she should've fought harder to kill America when she had the chance. They were looking for her, Wanda was sure, and they were getting closer.
On top of that, she could feel her variant fighting to break loose.
'Get out,' Wanda could hear her variant in her head. 'Get out! This isn't yours. None of this is! She isn't yours.'
'She's mine and I would never hurt her or the boys,' Wanda would repeatedly say to temper down her variant.
"Are you feeling okay?"
Wanda snaps her head to look at you, unaware you had approached her.
"Yes," Wanda nods. "Just a headache."
You place your hand over her forehead and frown. "You are a little warm. Maybe you should go lie down. I can finish cleaning and cook tonight."
Wanda nods, and you peck her lips as she makes her way up to her bedroom and locks the door shut. All alone now, her hands returned to their true state, darkened fingers as if decaying. Wanda conjures The Darkhold, flipping through the pages.
There had to be a solution to stay here forever.
There had to be something to keep Strange and America away from her.
But before Wanda can search deeper, she hears wreckage downstairs and your scream.
Wanda immediately transports herself downstairs using her magic and is enraged at the sight.
They found her.
Strange and America stood in her living room with a portal open, posing to fight her when they saw her.
"Wanda, you need to stop this," Strange tries to reason with her again, but she tilts her head at him with a condescending smile.
"Stop what? Living my life here? You're the one intruding, and you need to leave. I'm past mercy, Strange."
"This isn't your life!" Strange yells at her. "Let the variant of you go."
"Silence!" Wanda yells at him.
"Oh? Scared your girlfriend's going to find out?" America said with bravado, but Wanda can see her wariness underneath as she eyes you from the side.
You were cautious but silent.
Wanda begins to conjure the red wisps in her hand. "She's my wife." Thrusting her hands out, she releases her magic, and a fight ensues.
Strange is still trying to reason with her, but Wanda doesn't want to hear it anymore.
"You were a fool to bring the girl here," Wanda sneers at him when she gains the upper hand and has Strange subdued and America in her grasp.
The young girl is choking in Wanda's grip, and she sees it as a chance to finally get the power she needs to make this universe hers permanently.
"Wanda, stop!"
The voice makes Wanda freeze. She turns her head and finds you staring at her with a horrified expression.
The look of absolute fear makes Wanda feel like she's been punched in the gut.
"What are you doing?" You urge her. "Let her go, she's a kid!"
"No, no, no," Wanda tells you softly, trying to show you that she'd never hurt you. "She's a threat—to me, to you, to us and our life."
"This isn't your life," America chokes before she looks at you. "This isn't your Wanda!"
"Be QUIET," Wanda snarls at America, tightening her grip that makes America choke.
"Wanda, stop it!" You yell at her, your eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting people!"
The words make Wanda feel like she's crumbling. She drops America, letting the girl fall onto the floor on her back, hearing the wind knock out of the young girl's lungs.
Wanda looks at you; betrayal is written all over her face.
"Why are you treating me like I'm the villain?" Wanda whispers, her eyes becoming hot with tears. "You said you loved me. How can you love me and think I hurt people?"
You take a careful step towards her. "Look around, Wanda," you say softly.
"I would never—" But the words fall short on Wanda's lips. "I'm not a monster," is all she can say quietly as she drops to her knees.
"I know you're not," you say softly as you kneel in front of her and cup her face gently. "Just like I know you're not my Wanda."
Wanda immediately looks into your eyes, surprised.
You give her a wry smile. "You think I don't know my own wife? I've known since the first night."
"When—"
"When you asked if I loved you and I let you look into my mind," you give her a sad smile. "My Wanda never takes the opportunity. She is adamant about never looking into my mind and I never offer because of it. She prefers talking honestly, even if it's harder and painful."
Wanda's crying, tears welling and overflowing freely.
"Then why—" Wanda sobs.
"Wanda had her own theories about the multiverse. She was always worried it would happen, but I think every version of her should be loved."
You wiped her tears, but new ones would just fall. "You seemed sad," you tell her truthfully. "Even though I knew it wouldn't be forever by me, I wanted you to know you are loved too."
Wanda's face contorts in pain, lips trembling as she shakes her head.
"You're not a monster," you tell her again sternly. "You're a person who has done bad things out of grief but that doesn't always make you a bad person."
Wanda feels you kiss her cheek, and it's bitter.
"Do the right thing, Wanda," you encourage her. "It's time to go home."
"Is it home if you're not there?" Wanda tries to refute, and you give her a look.
"Am I dead?"
"...I don't know."
"Then look for me there," you drop your hands and move to hold Wanda's. "That variant of me might be waiting for you too."
It's silent for a moment, and America stands in the background, unsure, with Strange beside her.
"We'll be okay, Wanda," you tell her softly. "We are loved, and you will be too."
Wanda looks at you one last time before releasing the body she's held hostage, and America closes the portal to this universe.
The scene of the home she's grown used to fades into her lonely throne. It's like a hole has grown in her chest, connecting all the missing parts of her until she's empty.
America and Strange stand in the distance, unsure what their next move is if they have to continue fighting her.
"You need to leave," Wanda calmly states.
"What?"
"I opened The Darkhold, and I'm the one who needs to close it so it can never tempt anyone again," Wanda stares at her blackened fingertips. "You need to leave because this place is going to collapse."
As if on cue, the temple began shaking and crumbling. Debris fell from the ceiling, and Strange and America looked at Wanda, who didn't spare them a glance.
"I'm sorry, Wanda," Strange apologizes, and she knows it's for losing what was never hers in the beginning. With that, he takes America and flies off with her.
The temple crumbles, and Wanda doesn't move, determined to see its end. Even if you can't witness it, she wants to prove to you that she is a good person.
Wanda lets out a tiny smile, knowing that you probably believed she already followed through.
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-A Year and 6 months later-
Wanda sips her coffee, breathing in the fresh air. She looks down at her hair and finds it strange to see brown instead of auburn. It's been too long since she's seen the real color of her hair, and she wonders if it looks good.
The day is bright and sunny, and Wanda revels in how the sun feels on her skin.
"Would you like another one?"
Wanda looks at the waitress with a smile and shakes her head. She's here every day and usually has two cups leisurely.
But not today.
"No, thank you," Wanda answers politely and pulls out some cash, giving her usual waitress a generous tip.
The waitress thanks her and leaves. Wanda stays a second longer, waiting and taking in the view.
There's a loud car door slamming, and a woman gets out and moves to the sidewalk.
"For the last time," an exasperated voice groans. "It's over! How many times do I have to say it? Stop following me! You can’t just show up here because you know I walk through here every day."
"How can it be over? Everything has been going well for the last year! What changed?"
Wanda watches you groan.
"I don't know! I just don't see a future with you," you tap your foot impatiently. "Now stop following me around, I have shit to do and you're constantly making me late. Just—stop."
You turn to leave, but the woman grabs your arm, and Wanda stands up, pulling her hat closer to her head as she crosses the street.
Each step feels like she's getting closer to your silhouette, and the thin veil separating the two of you slowly disappears.
Wanda pushes and pushes against the veil until—
"You're hurting her."
The two of you look over to Wanda, and you stare at her for a long moment.
"Stay out of this," the woman glares at Wanda. "It's none of your business."
"It is my business," Wanda says simply. "I'm a good person."
"Are you trying to say I'm not?" The woman snaps.
"Yes, if you keep holding her arm hostage."
The woman immediately drops your arm, and you rub the spot she held, moving away.
"Leave," Wanda glares, and the woman is about to say something else, but the flash of Wanda's red eyes startles her, and she's quick to turn and walk back to her car.
The two of you watch the car drive away, and Wanda turns back to you, and you stare at her curiously.
"Have we met before?" You blink with a tilt of your head.
Wanda smiles. "Maybe in another universe."
You snort. "Smooth," you grin at her. "Thanks for that by the way."
You introduce yourself, and Wanda takes your hand.
Something electric passes through your arm, and you lick your lips.
"I'm Wanda."
You keep holding her hand, pensively looking at the woman before you.
"Can I treat you to a cookie ice cream sandwich as thanks? There's a great place nearby that does the best cookies," you gush.
Wanda nods but grins at you. "Sure, but I can make better ones."
"Really?" You look skeptical. "That's a bold statement."
"I've been told my cookies are the best in the world."
You laugh with a shake of your head as you let go of Wanda's hand and walk with her trailing beside you.
"I'll hold you to that."
