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talks too much //////// thinks too much

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she (lives in daydreams with me)

bottom!scarlet witch x reader

summary: Once while dreamwalking, Wanda found you. Now she plagues your mind just as much as you plague hers.

warnings: oral (r giving), bottom!wanda, fingering (wanda receiving), smut 18+ only

a/n: HIGHLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO SHE BY HARRY STYLES WHILE READING, seriously just press play and start reading

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words: 1.4k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist

It was a morning like any other. You’d gotten ready for the day, driven to work, tried to keep the redhead invading your dreams at the back of your mind. She’d been increasingly pushing her way to the front. No matter what you tried.

By the time you reached your large, sunlit office you could almost see her sitting at the corner of your desk, waiting.

You swallowed hard before you shook your head and closed the door behind you. You tried to ignore her leaning against your desk to your right as you pulled out your computer and connected it to the monitors in front of you. As you reached for the computer mouse, her hand covered yours, pulling it to rest on the soft skin of her inner thigh just under the hem of her skirt.

You clenched your jaw and focused back on the screens. Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours. The redhead seemed to have settled in the back of your mind. These days she was never fully gone, just waiting for you to let your guard down long enough for her to pounce. 

It was early afternoon when you felt the need for a coffee, hoping the alertness would keep her at bay. You sent your assistant a quick coffee request before leaning back on your chair and rolling your neck. 

When your head came back around, you found her straddling your lap. Goosebumps formed on your arms as you felt her lips on your neck, your hands instinctively gripped her hips, guiding her as she started grinding against you. 

She breathed against your neck, her groan of pleasure echoing inside your head. You craved that sound again. You adjusted your position so that your leg was slotted between hers, driving her hips against your thigh with just the right pleasure. 

Her teeth grazed your skin as she moaned again. Your hands slid to her ass, suddenly bare as you squeezed the soft flesh. Her lips moved up to the corner of your jaw, her teeth tugging at your earlobe.

You gasped as a knock sounded at your door. Your assistant had brought your coffee. You had to clear your throat before you thanked her.

Your hands shook as you reached for your keyboard, attempting to focus back on your work. Work. It seemed so stupid, so silly to stay and type your day away. Your gaze moved to the window, letting your mind slowly drift back to her. You could be out there, looking for her. You thought about dropping everything and going to her. Wherever she is.

You don’t get a chance to think about it as your thoughts immediately swirl back to the red head. Now on your knees in front of her, mouth between her thighs. She was so real you could taste her, feel her thighs squeeze around your head as you continued licking.

Your tongue flattened against her, your hands hooking around her thighs to bring her closer while her hands in your hair did the same. You didn’t have time to think about what you’re doing, her all consuming taste dulled all your other senses and all you can do is give her more. Give her anything and everything she needs. 

Her nails dug into your scalp as you flicked your tongue over her most sensitive spot, which you somehow found effortlessly. Her back arched into the air and when you looked up, you could only make out her chest glistening in the soft glow of the sunlight. 

One last stroke of your tongue drove her over the edge as she came on your tongue with a gasp. Your vision blurred as you continued to look up at her, unable to see her face from your angle. You felt her thighs relax as her chest heaved up and down, the last of her orgasm making her relax against the chair she was on.

She gasped when your lips started kissing up the inside of her thigh, your teeth softly sinking into the irresistible flesh. If she insisted on plaguing your mind, you were going to enjoy every last drop she had to give you.

Your hands pushed her thighs open wider as you feasted upon her. Flat slow strokes of your tongue had her clawing at your scalp again, you never felt like you had ever had this control with her before.

Her moans filled your ears as you adjusted your angle and slipped two fingers inside her. Your fingers curled inside her as you felt her clench around you before your lips started trailing up. 

You rose up slowly, savoring each touch of your lips against her skin. Over her stomach and to her breasts, where you took a moment to pull one of her nipples into your mouth, softly grazing your teeth over the sensitive bud. 

The redhead’s nails raked over your back, leaving angry red ribbons in their wake. Your lips found their place on her neck as your fingers found the spongy soft spot inside her, curling over it again and again. 

Your name fell from her lips in a deep moan as her legs shook around your hand with her climax. Pleasure roared through you at the way your name sounded from her lips, you slowed your fingers as your lips finally found hers.

You felt her moan against you, her hands once again finding purchase in your hair as she pulled you impossibly closer to her. You wanted her. So bad your bones hurt. 

She granted you access immediately, your tongue dancing with hers in a heated kiss you never wanted to end. Your hand drifted up to her chest, making her moan against your lips once more. Your other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to you by her middle. 

She clung to you, needing more, never wanting to let you go. Her body moulded to yours perfectly, her nails digging into the skin of your back as she silently begged for more. Your lips broke apart, but you didn’t let up as you dipped your head into her neck once again, wanting her to let go for you again.

Your hand slid down between her thighs, slowly sliding over her dripping sex. She arched against you, craving your touch just as much, needing you inside her once again.

Your fingers continued circling her clit and occasionally sliding down to tease her entrance, quickly driving her insane with need. Her hips bucked up into your hand, needing more. You refused to let up, changing the pattern you were drawing over her clit and sending her into white hot pleasure.

Wisps of her red hair stuck to the sides of her face and neck as her hips bucked into your hand, chasing her high. Her vibrant green eyes met yours as you smirked down at her, barely giving her time to recover before you slid two fingers inside her, once again finding the spot that made her see stars.

Your lips met hers as her body shook in pleasure under you as she came again, soaking your fingers even more. Her head lolled back as the aftershocks rolled over her. You kissed back up to her lips, your other hand hooking behind her head to hold her in place as you kissed her once again.

This time it was slow and passionate, you wanted to memorize this moment. The feel of her lips against yours drove you crazy. You doubted you would ever feel this way again. You no longer wanted her gone. She could plague your mind for as long as she wanted. You hoped forever.

“Let me stay here,” You said, finally looking her in the eyes. God those eyes. Your breath hitched.

“You can’t,” Her voice was hoarse, but her accent was clear as day as she memorized your face in this light, to memorize the feel of your skin under her fingertips.

“Who are you?” You asked, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, trying to hold her emotions at bay.

“You’ll find me,” Her lips met yours again in a searing kiss, and when you pulled away your head spun as you found yourself in your office once again.

You stumbled to the door, knocking a pile of papers to the floor on the way. The walls spun around you and the floor felt unsteady as you made your way to the door. When you opened her door, your colleagues snapped their confused gazes towards you.

You didn’t care as your head snapped to the elevator doors opening. 

You found her.

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Honeymoon

Summary: You and your beautiful girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff, were finally married and off to your honeymoon villa. You two might already have a happy sex life, but there was something that you two decided to save for this special night. And now, it was finally time to let her take you in the way you've been craving for years.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: First time with a strap (R receiving). Top Wanda. Bottom Reader. Mentions of BDSM dynamics. Praise kink. Condescending Wanda. Oral (W receiving). Nipple play (R receiving). Wanda has magic. Bunny petname. This isn't something too intense, just something to start my fanfic journey.

Loving somebody always came easy to you.

No matter what people thought of you, and no matter what you thought of yourself, there has always been a piece of you that bursted with love.

And now, thanks to Wanda Maximoff, you finally had someone to lay it all onto.

Yes, you've had exes in the past. But the day that Wanda's eyes connected with yours in the coffee shop down your street, that part of you knew that this was different. Almost holy, in a way. You couldn't tear your eyes away from hers, and even though your body felt as if it physically burned to not gaze at her soft hair and perfect figure, you loved every second of it. You loved the trance that her eyes had you trapped in, and even if it were only a few seconds, it felt like the world had stopped around you. You nearly choked on your coffee when she began walking up to you after receiving her order, and you nearly melted into your seat when you heard her voice for the first time, asking if she could sit with you. With a shaking little "Yes, of course," you began your journey with your future wife.

And now, here you were. With your fingers playing with hers and with two happy grins on your faces, you were about to land at your honeymoon destination. You both had thought that travelling via helicopter to a private island for a honeymoon was very clichè and definitely a bit much, but neither of you could turn down the offer from Tony either. Even after all these years, he still goes out of his way to amend his past with Wanda, no matter how many times she has said that she's forgiven him. It's kind of cute, honestly. So after his fifteenth time of offering this holiday villa to you for this special occasion, you couldn't help but cave. And now, as you were nearing it and could see the sheer beauty of the place, you and Wanda gave each other a look. A look of both surprise, gratefulness, and anticipation. You leaned your body into her a bit more, giving her hand a squeeze, and you felt her kiss the top of your head as you two continued to stare out the helicopter window. It's all absolutely perfect, you thought to yourself.

As the ground came closer, you sucked in a deep breath and did your best to calm your pounding heart. You knew what was going to happen tonight, and as excited as you were, you couldn't help the anxiety. Now, of course you and Wanda have had sex. Many, many, many times. Everything about her arouses you to the point where she nicknames you "Bunny" due to the fact that you could barely control yourself around her. You pretend to hate it, but you both know that the name only drives you more wild. But there was one thing that you two hadn't done and had specifically saved for this night. And that was a strap. This wasn't due to any sort of holy virginity nor religious traditions, you both simply wanted something to make this night even more special, and you wanted something that you both could hold out on in order to keep your sex life spicy, and still full of ache. An ache for something that you both crave deeply. And tonight is the night, and as anxiety washed over you, so did a shiver down your spine. You wanted it. So, so badly, you wanted it. You wanted Wanda's back to burn from your nails raking against it. You wanted your thighs wrapped around her as she thrusted into you again, and again, and again. But as much as you wanted this, you couldn't help but worry.

What if I end up hating the feeling? What if Wanda hates it? What if it's too big, and my body rejects it? What if it isn't what I had been hoping for all these years?

You and Wanda had nearly given in throughout the years of your thriving sex life. You can't even count the amount of times she's whispered in your ear how she can't wait to stuff you full, and how many times you nearly burst out the door to go to the nearest sex shop to take care of this hunger. But you held onto your dignity and swallowed back your frustration, and it was clear that Wanda had to do the same too at times. You've longed for this for so long, and tonight was the night.

It was going to happen.

It seemed that Wanda caught onto your anxious ticks because you felt her other hand give your thigh a small squeeze to keep it from bouncing up and down. As her eyes (which were your favourite of green) met with yours, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You weren't sure if she had used her magic for this or if her mere presence is better than any anxiety pill out there, but you were grateful for either one. She gave you a small smile and a nod, signalling that it was all going to be okay, and you couldn't help but smile back. God, I love her.

In no time, you were waving away the pilot as Tony's employees took your bags into the villa. You and Wanda took the time to wander around the place in awe, and even though it was night time, you could clearly see the gorgeous surrounding mountains thanks to the full moon and its blanket of stars. You made your way to the balcony with Wanda trailing from behind, and your hands met with the railings. Wanda interlaced her fingers with yours from behind and pressed her front against your back. Right in front of you was a lake, with a willow tree nearby along with a swing attached to it. It was springtime, and your jaw slightly dropped as you overlooked the array of flowers and gardens. It was all magnificent, and you couldn't wait to see it in the daytime.

Wanda kissed your shoulder, and naturally you leaned into her with a sigh. "I never want to leave." Your confession drifted into the night, and when you felt Wanda giggle against your skin, you smiled. "Do you think I'd be able to talk Tony into letting us live here forever?" Wanda asked, with a voice warm with amusement as she rested her chin on your shoulder. "Wands, I don't think he feels guilty to the point where he'd ever let you stop working and would gift you a free home, but, sure honey." You replied with some wit and let out a laugh when you felt her pinch your side.

You decided to journey on throughout the villa so that you could see everything it offered, and when you approached the master bedroom, your legs nearly gave out. This was the room where your body was going to crumble against Wanda's touch, and you loved it. The bed was soft and plush and was big enough for you and Wanda to roll around in without fearing falling off. You loved that the duvet was a cream colour. You could already imagine the morning sun washing over you and Wanda in the morning as you cuddle beneath the sheets. There were glass windows that overlooked the lake, and there was an en suite bathroom with a bath the size of a jacuzzi suited for at least six people. The shower was huge, and the tiles were glossy. You couldn't help but notice that the shower floor didn't seem slippery at all and was instead made out of stone. Noted.

"Hey Wands, is it okay if we take turns to shower? I'll go first while you unpack, and when I'm out I'll unpack the rest, and you can take care of yourself." You offered, and you were grateful for her nod of agreement. As much as you loved showering together, you both knew that you wanted to wash away your nerves while you had a decent chance.

X

You smiled as you dried yourself off, because you could hear Wanda humming to herself as she unpacked. She only does that when she's nervous about something. As strange as it may sound, you were sort of grateful that you weren't the only nervous one between the two of you. And, it meant that she knew the importance of this night, and she took it seriously. This reminded you that this was something new to Wanda as well, and she probably wanted to do her absolute best for you. Yes, she was your domme. But most importantly, she was now your wife. She has alway wanted to do her absolute best for you, and that's why you trusted her more than anyone for this.

You wrapped your towel around your body and exited the bathroom, and felt blush creep up your cheeks as Wanda looked up and took the sight of you in. For a few moments, in the middle of folding a shirt, she paused. She looked at you with pure and utter adoration. There you were, her new, first, and last wife. You were hers, and you could see gloss beginning to reach her eyes.

Silently, you walked up to her and placed your hands on either side of Wanda's face, cradling her as you let your forehead rest against hers. Neither of you spoke. You let the thought be loud and clear your mind, I love you too, and you leaned down to kiss away the tear that fell unto her cheek. She wrapped her arms around you and you extended your arms to wrap around her neck, and silently, you held one another. This moment marked a new chapter, and you showed the world how appreciative you were for the fact that your paths were destined to meet, as you held each other with nothing but love. You two stood there for a few moments, tender and satisfied. But eventually, you couldn't help but think, Shit, I hope my towel doesn't fall. That would be awkward. Next came Wanda's guffaw.

Okay you can stop reading my mind now, you creep! You thought loud and hard, and she only laughed louder. "I'm sorry I'm sorry but that was just amazing!" she continued to giggle as you two parted ways with a light-hearted eye roll, and she made her way to the bathroom. And of course, you banged against the door and 'yelled' at her to hurry up after you heard her still snickering to herself 5 minutes later.

When you finally heard the shower tap open, that's when you begun.

X

Wanda had finished drying herself off and wrapped her towel around herself, and couldn't hold back the little giggle that escaped her mouth as she once again thought about your silly thought. But that laughter quickly subsided when she opened the bathroom door.

There you sat, nudely presented for her in all your glory. The lights were turned low but not completely off, creating a sensual aura accompanied by the help of about twenty candles lit up around the room. The bags were put away, the pillows were fluffed, the duvet was pulled open, and last but not least, there was you. You were sitting on your knees in the middle of the bed with the pillows behind you, and you were facing Wanda. Your back was up straight, your hands were resting on your knees with your palms up, and your eyes never left hers. She was breathless at the sight of you. You really were all hers.

She stood there for a few moments, allowing her mind to take a mental picture of the scene in front of her before dropping her towel and relishing in the sound of your tight intake of breath. That will never get old for her. No matter how many times you've seen Wanda bare for you, you always had a reaction to it. She loved how responsive you've always been to her mere presence, and this moment was no exception to it. With your lips slightly parted, your eyes shamelessly raked over her stark naked body, and she noticed your back straighten up. Oh, how she loved that. She loved that even after all these years, and even now that you're her wife, you still try to prove that you're her good girl. Her best girl, her darling sub on display with flawless posture and strength. She doesn't need to use her abilities to know the thoughts that are racing through your mind; you just want to be perfect for her. But tonight doesn't require perfection.

You watched as she slowly made her way toward you, and your breath hitched when her knees touched the front of the bed and her eyes made contact with the toy on the cabinet besides you. She could already see the quiet but ever-so-present haze of subspace slowly overtaking you. She could see it in your eyes, she could see it in your trembling lips, and she could see it in the broken pattern of your breathing as she silently observed you. Eventually, she took pity on your nerves with a voice as soft as velvet. "Lay down baby, relax for me." You had let out a sigh that you didn't know you were holding in, and allowed your shoulders to relax.

"Thank you, Mistress."

"No no, baby. Not tonight. Tonight is just you and me, okay? Yes, I'll still be in charge, but I'm just Wanda right now. It's you and me tonight, my love."

You let her words sink in, and as much as you adore your Mistress, you wanted Wanda. This wasn't a scene and this wasn't about power or titles. This wasn't anything more or anything less than you and your wife making love to one another. Now, it wouldn't exactly be vanilla. That was never yours and Wanda's style. But this would be different, in a lovely way. So, with a grateful smile, you laid your head against the pillows. As you were enveloped in the softeness of them, you were once again grateful for Tony's offer. This bed was extraordinary and you hoped it was as sturdy as it is comfortable. You had a feeling that this would be put to the test in a few moments. But before your mind could wander too far about the strength of the bed legs, you felt a finger trace up from the bottom of your tummy to your chest, and you squirmed under the sudden touch. "Always so distracted, hm?" Wanda jested as she looked down at you from where she stood beside you. You couldn't help but allow your gaze to take her in once again, especially with the close proximity and her hips being face-level with you. But just as you began to take in the gentle curves of her that you adored so much, you spotted the two pink handcuffs that were dangling in her hand. When did she fetch those? She let out a small breathless laugh and brought her finger up to trace down your cheek. "It's time to focus up, baby. I want your mind present when I take you apart."

At first, you thought she meant that figuratively. But now that she was seated between your thighs and had successfully handcuffed each of your wrists to each of your ankles, rendering your legs spread apart for her, you realized the extent of her meaning. "Wanda, plea-" You were cut off by her lips crashing into yours as she leaned over you. She knew what you were about to beg for. She knew how long you've been waiting for this, and Lord knows that she has too. But seeing you spread so openly for her, with desperation practically dripping off of your body language and little whines, she couldn't help but want to drag this out a little longer to savour every drop. As her tongue brushed against yours, she giggled into your mouth when she heard the small clashing sounds of the handcuffs every time you squirmed beneath her. You truly were desperate for this. She knew that if she parted her lips from yours for even a second, she'd hear you begging for her, and you both know that she always gives in to your sweet pleads. So, she overpowered you. You weren't kissing her. You were being kissed, and you were already a whimpering mess because of it. Her tongue latched onto yours to give it a few sucks before retracting it and kissing you fast and roughly again.

She planned to do this for a while longer, just to hear those cute whimpers of yours some more, but she took pity on you and let her lips travel down your cheek down to your jaw instead. You were gathering your breath after the harsh kiss you had just experienced, and just before you were able to let any words escape your mouth, two of Wanda's fingers slipped past your lips. To her pleasure, you sucked on them with obedience with your eyes nearly rolling back as she sunk her teeth down and sucked on your sweet spot in the section where your neck meets your shoulder.

By now, you were already a mess under her and you couldn't even use your hands to enforce any control of the situation. She was on you, she could do anything to you, and you'd absolutely let her. Wanda's lips traveled down your chest and when they attached to one of your nipples, you let out a sweet cry of her name. As she continued to suck on your breast and pump her fingers in your mouth, she had to push your hips down with her other hand to stop your failed attempts at grinding against any part of her. Sensually, Wanda came up to your jaw once again, but only for a few moments to soothingly coo at you against your ear as she let her fingers slowly push in and out of your mouth. "Shh, bunny. I promise you'll get what you want soon, okay? I need to get you nice and wet for me." You groaned around her fingers at her explicit words, knowing exactly why she needed you that way.

She needed to be able to slide her strap into you nice and smoothly when the time came.

Wanda wasted no time on getting back to where she was originally heading, but this time she took her fingers out of your mouth and traced them down your bottom lip to the top of your mound, and held eye contact with you as she dipped her fingers down and swiped them through your slick. "Oh bunny, you've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? I've barely even touched you yet and you're already wet enough for me to fuck you with no resistance." Wanda had a teasing smile on her face to accompany her faux-sympathy, but you could tell that behind that, she was struggling.

You never get wet this quickly, especially just from a kiss and some nipple play, but you were basically dripping at this point and it was getting to her. You could see that her lips were tighter than usual and you could see that twinkle of a dangerous hidden hunger in her eyes, and they were a shade of red. She wanted to give in and thrust into you already, and she was miserably failing at hiding that.

You decided to see how far you can push to get what you both have been aching for.

"Wanda please, please put it on I really need it, I need you inside me Wanda please I need yo-" once again, you were cut off. But instead of her lips or fingers, it was her hand clamped down over your mouth, making your whines muffled to her. She was breaking, you could see it. Her hands were practically shaking from arousal and her breathing was erratic. You both knew that if she heard any more from you, you'd be stuffed full in no time but she stills wants to drag more out of this. "I think we should put that mouth of yours to good use, my darling, and maybe I'll give you what you've been waiting for if you can take every drop of me down your pretty little throat."

That wasn't what you wanted. That wasn't what you've been aching for, for years on end. But if there's one thing about who you are as a sub, it's that you will never turn down the offer of having your domme, now your wife, completely dominate your face and tongue. So of course, you eagerly nodded. Wanda's face softened at your pure desire to always be so good for her, and she gave you a soft kiss to your lips as she crawled her way up your body and planted her thighs on either side of your head before pausing for a second.

She had realized that you wouldn't be able to signal for her with your voice or hands now, due to the handcuffs. "I'll be keeping my eyes on you now, bunny. Blink twice for yellow, and blink three times for red, can you do that for me if you need to?" You nodded, but quickly replied with a "Yes" when she gave you a stern look. This might not be about power or titles, but you will always respect her, no matter what.

With your verbal response, she lowered herself onto your lips. "Fuck.." you heard whispered above you as you closed your eyes and dove into her. God, you thought. She was utterly soaked. No matter how many times you taste her, this will always drive you positively insane. You swiped your tongue between her folds and felt her hand reach down and tangle her fingers in your hair as you brought your lips up to suck on her clit. The hitches and gasps of her breathing is what stood as your motivation, along with the growing strength in the grip she had in your hair. Tonight, you were messy. You were sexually frustrated and your needed her, so you took her in. Your tongue explored every inch and crevice of her and you smiled against her at the sounds she made when you dipped your tongue inside of her entrance, you knew how much she loved that.

"Shi- shit, baby I'm so close. I'm so close. Look at me. Suck on my clit. Make me cum baby, please make me cum." She let the pleads roll out of her mouth and you melted beneath them. She was losing all of her control now. Her hips were no longer still and you wish you had the ability to lift your hands up so that you could squeeze her ass above you to keep her still against your mouth, but you couldn't. So instead you let her coat your chin in her slick as she rode your mouth, and compliantly you wrapped your lips around her clit and you sucked as your tongue flicked against her. It only took a few seconds before she screamed out your name, and you felt her orgasm drip down onto your lips and chin. Now this, this was heaven.

Wanda climbed off of your face with shaking thighs and she let out a huffed giggle when she looked down at the state of you. Your eyes were dazed, your lips were swollen and red, your cheeks were warm, your chin was a mess, your breathing was all over the place, and your thighs were trying their best to squeeze together so that you could attempt to relieve your own arousal. "Oh, my poor thing.." Wanda cooed with that condescendingly sweet tone that you adored so much. Even when she isn't in full domme mode, she'll always speak to you like her sweet little ruined bunny whenever she has the chance. She sat on her knees between your thighs once again, and had one hand soothingly rub your tummy as her other hand ran its fingers between your folds, and she let out a gasp at how wet you really were. "Wanda please I can't take it anymore, I can't, please use the strap on me please it hurts it really hurts" you rushed out in a whimpering tone, unable to carry any shame with it. You needed it. You needed her. You needed her so, so fully.

Wanda breathed in your words like a drug, and she leaned forward with her hands resting on either side of your head, so she was looking down at you. She lifted one of her hands so that two of her fingers could trace against your bottom lip, and for a second you were worried she would push them into your mouth to tease you even more. But instead, she swiped up her slick that you had forgotten was still on your skin, and she sucked it off of her own fingers. "Oh.." You had whispered it so quietly that she probably would have missed it if she weren't staring down at you so intensely. Right now, you wish you had the same magic that she did. You wish you could figure out what she was thinking, and what she thought of you right now.

But all your silent questions faded away when Wanda leaned her hand over and picked up the strap.

Once again, the anxiety hit you. Will it hurt? Will I take it in? Could Wanda possibly hate it? Will my body make weird sounds? Will it not be as amazing as I always imagined it to be? Will I bleed? Will Wanda get a cramp? Did we not pick out the right size?

You hadn't even realized that throughout your little episode of overthinking, Wanda had already gotten the strap strapped to her hips and was now crawling back between your thighs. She could sense your worries, you knew she could, and this was confirmed when she bent down to cradle one of your cheeks in her hand, and kissed you tenderly. Her thumb gently brushed against your skin as she kissed you softer than she has ever since your kiss at the alter many hours ago. "I love you," she whispered against your lips before resting her forehead against yours, "and I'll always be gentle and careful with you. Breathe, my darling. I won't hurt you, and we can stop at any moment. Okay? No matter how this goes, nothing will change how much I love you. And love making love to you." You allowed her confession to engulf you, and all your worries were swiftly forgotten. Wanda always has a way of being a balm for you. She was right, she loves you, and nothing will ever change that.

"I love you, Wands."

Wanda pulled the key out from the bedside drawer and took off the handcuffs that still had your wrists linked to your ankles. You wanted to be able to touch her for this, and she wanted that too. "I know I got you nice and wet for this, but I'm going to put some lube on it just to make it a bit easier for you it in, is that okay baby? It might be a bit cold, but not too much. I promise." You promptly nodded at her softly spoken words, but they only truly sunk in when you watched your wife's deliciously veiny hand rub the lube up and down the strap, and you swear you've never seen anything hotter. You took a mental screenshot of the sight and you couldn't even care to be embarrassed when you saw the little cocky smile on her face as she put the lube away.

"It's time, sweet bunny."

You took in another deep breath, and you realized that you no longer felt stressed or worried. You only felt a throbbing arousal, anticipation, and a passionate love for your wife. You couldn't wait for her to take you. You're sure that some people would think of you as silly for making this such a big deal, but you wanted this to be a big deal. Whenever Wanda slipped her fingers inside of you, you always went slack. You're not a stupid person by any means, you work a dutiful job and you've always gotten average to high marks in school and university. But everytime your pussy was filled by her fingers or tongue, you went dumb. There's no other way to describe it, you always went completely and utterly dumb. You were a mindless doll and you loved every second of it. You also loved to read things about what this feeling is like, and you'd tear up just from imagining it. You haven't even felt it yet, but you just know it would feel like heaven for you. You know it wouldn't disappoint you. You know you were made to take Wanda's strap. And at that thought, you heard a sensual growl come from deep down your wife's throat. "That's right. You were made for this, bunny. You were made for me."

Wanda leaned down once again, and kissed you with nothing but love and affection. It was soft, and it was gradually building. The tension was settling and you let out a small gasp as you felt the strap begin to grind between your folds, and Wanda began to kiss you a little harder. Not with a roughness, no. It was a kiss driven by her passion and hunger for this. For you.

"Wanda..." You were desperate. Your hips were meeting her grinds, and you needed her inside of you. You could already feel the burn of tears threatening to fall due to how worked up you were. Thanks to Wanda's cruel foreplay, you were throbbing. You were aching. Your clit was genuinely beginning to hurt but you couldn't put a stop to your grinding and squirming. You no longer had the ability to keep up with Wanda's lips and you dove your head into her neck, and you adored the way she cradled you there.

"I've got you baby, shh I've got you, take a deep breathe for me."

It hurt. It hurt, but it was manageable. Granted, it was only the tip, but it was bearable for you and you wanted more. You gave Wanda a small nod to reassure her that you were okay, and she could continue. As she continued to push the strap deeper, you held onto her tighter and bit into her neck to stifle your whimpers of pain. You wanted this, and you didn't want Wanda to overthink your pain and pull out. You knew it would feel better. You knew that the pain would eventually fade, so you took it all as best as you could, and in no time, Wanda was bottomed out inside of you.

You breathed a sigh of relief and you nearly giggled when you heard her do that too after you detached your teeth from her neck, but your breath hitched when her hips suddenly moved. "Fuck I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to move yet, that was an accident. Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt? Do you need me to pull o-" This time, you were the one to cut her off. You kissed her with heat, and the rough grip you had on her hair earned a whimper that traveled from her lips to yours. "Wands, please do that again."

Your lips parted, but they remained just inches apart from each other as Wanda began to move. Her thrusts were testing and gentle, but there was a moment where she gave into her craving and thrusted into you a bit rougher than you were quite ready for, and your nails dug into her back as compensation. Slowly, the strength and pace of her hips began to grow, and your inner strength began to dwindle. You couldn't beg. You couldn't whine. You couldn't say a word. Each time Wanda's hips met with yours, you were losing yourself. And fuck, both of you loved every second of it. Your lips remained parted and your eyes were nothing but a hazey daze as she fucked into you.

And oh, she was fucking you now.

Wanda couldn't hold back any longer and when all signs of your pain had vanished, she started rocking into you with more vigour and need. You panted into each other's mouths as she drove the strap into your welcoming pussy. "That's it baby, that's it. You take me so well, don't you? Look at how well you swallow me up." You only melted further at her graphic words and all that you were mentally and physically able to respond with was a pathetic whine as her pace began to pick up and she spoke with a hungry appetency.

You could feel it. You were reaching your peak, and the somewhat present part of your mind was able to figure out that you were about to cum any second and you needed to tell her that. You knew you didn't have the ability to speak, not with the feeling of her hips slapping against yours every time she thrusted the tip of strap against the most pleasurable parts of you. You were drowning in her grunted out dirty talk and you didn't want that to stop for a second. You wanted to remain thoughtless and blissfully strapped down.

You wanted to stay like this forever and you knew that you were officially addicted to this. You knew that for weeks on end from now on, you'd be pining at Wanda's hips, begging her to fill you up and fuck you again, and again, and again. It seems that this thought was loud enough because Wanda's thrusts were suddenly harder than ever, and you took this as the opportunity to think as loud as you possibly could before you broke under her. I'm gonna cum. M gonna cum. Wanda.... wanda m gonna cum.

"Cum for me baby, cum all over my strap. And when you're done, I want you to know that it isn't over. That mouth of yours is next and we're not leaving until I've taken you against every inch of this place before the end of the week." And with that, you saw white. Your orgasm hit you like a train and your legs tightened so hard around Wanda's waist, you feared you might have rendered her unable to breathe for a few moments. Out of all the positions you and Wanda have tried, out of all the different ways she's taken control over you, this was by far the best orgasm she's ever given you.

Hard but slow thrusts helped you ride out your high, and after some time your breathing had leveled out. You were sure you had blacked out for a second, as you don't quite remember the feeling of Wanda pulling out and fetching you a glass of water, but it seems she had done exactly that and was now placidly cleaning the sweat and dried up slick from your face with a wet cloth.

"You did so well for me, my love." She breathed out against your forehead as she planted a kiss there, and she was patient as she helped your half-limp body to the bathroom toilet and back. You hated that you had to get up, but you knew that she was doing it out of love for your hygiene and health. You were grateful that she took you straight back to bed though, and that you two would shower in the morning instead of tonight. You had a feeling you weren't the only one with shakey thighs.

Wanda pulled the duvet cover over the both of you, and immediately you cuddled into her chest and tangled your aching legs together. "That was.... wow." You exhaustedly whispered against her chest, and she responded with a giggle as she traced her fingers through your hair. Despite all the grunting she had done just a few moments ago, her voice was back to its natural soothing tone. "You did amazing, my love. I'm so proud of you. I'm so grateful to have you forever."

In just a few moments, you were fast asleep against your wife's chest, resting in her perfume and presence. But as Wanda laid awake with her thumb lightly brushing against your bottom lip, all she could think about was how pretty you were going to look with her strap easing into your mouth the next day.

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Taste of Obedience

Dom!Human!Wanda x subby!vampire!reader

Summary: You're a vampire, ancient and obedient, but Wanda? Wanda owns you in every sense. She's human — painfully so — warm, bleeding, alive. And when she lets you sink your fangs into her throat, it’s not just about feeding. It’s devotion. It’s power play. It’s control.

Tonight, she lets you drink. Slowly. Teasingly. But only when and how she says.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, blood drinking (consensual), power imbalance (negotiated, consensual D/s dynamic), dom!Wanda / sub!reader dynamic, possessive language & ownership kink, mild overstimulation, praise kink, post-bite soreness / gentle aftercare, one-sided sleep (reader does not sleep), vampire themes (immortality, fangs, blood), emotional intimacy & codependency undertones

Authors note: I had this idea of a powerful being who wasn't so powerful when it came to Wanda. It flowed so beautifully out of me this morning.

The taste of Wanda’s skin was forbidden fruit.

You weren't allowed to bite — not without permission.

And tonight, permission wasn’t coming easy.

Wanda had you on your knees at her feet, hands folded neatly in your lap, your fangs aching behind your lips. Her body heat was unbearable this close — a furnace radiating against your chilled skin. You could hear her heartbeat, steady and slow, taunting you.

“You’re squirming,” she murmured, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “Something wrong, little fang?”

You swallowed, eyes wide and dark in the candlelight. “I-I need…”

“I know what you need.” Her smile was cruel in the most loving way. “But you don’t get to take it. You earn it.”

Your throat bobbed, the ache to sink your fangs into her pulse point clawing at your control.

Wanda leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “Say it. What do you want?”

“...To bite,” you whispered, shuddering.

“Say it properly.”

You whined, eyes fluttering closed. “Please, Mistress. Please let me bite. I’ll be good…”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully, trailing her fingers down the side of your throat, letting you feel just how vulnerable she was — how easily she could give you what you craved.

But you belonged to her now. A vampire on a leash. Her pet.

“Maybe,” she said at last, drawing back and straddling your lap, “if you beg pretty enough, I’ll let you have a taste.”

She smiled when your fangs dropped involuntarily.

“Such a hungry little thing.”

Wanda’s thighs cradled your hips as she settled in your lap, warm and commanding. Her fingers threaded lazily through your hair, tugging just enough to remind you who was in control.

Your hands stayed exactly where she expected them — limp at your sides, trembling, even though every part of you screamed to touch her. Your instincts, your hunger, your damnation all thrummed beneath your skin like static.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice syrupy and slow as she rocked her hips forward ever so slightly, “you’re lucky I find this whole pathetic need of yours so… cute.”

You whimpered.

She tilted her head, exposing her throat — just a glimpse of the skin you craved more than blood itself. Then, she grinned and tilted it right back.

“Not yet,” she said sweetly, stroking the line of your jaw. “I want to hear more. Tell me what it does to you, knowing I’m right here — warm, alive, bleeding just under the surface — and you’re not allowed to touch me.”

You blinked fast, fangs pressing hard against your bottom lip. “It hurts, Mistress.”

“I know it does, baby.” She cooed, her nails dragging lightly down your chest. “Hurts here?” One nail traced the space above your heart. “Or here?” She cupped between your thighs just briefly before retreating.

You bucked up into the phantom of her touch, breath catching.

“Both,” you admitted shakily. “Please. Please, I’m so hungry…”

Wanda clicked her tongue, as if scolding a child. “You think I don’t know how hungry you are? I can feel it in you, little bat . The way your whole body hums with it. But want and deserve are two very different things.”

Her hands slid around the back of your neck, nails scratching lightly as she leaned in, her lips ghosting your cheek.

“You’ve bitten me before without asking,” she whispered, her tone sharp with accusation. “You promised you wouldn’t again.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasped. “I lost control —”

“And who do you belong to?” she interrupted, pulling back to meet your eyes, her own blazing with intent.

“You,” you breathed. “Always you.”

“That’s right.” She kissed you then — not soft, but claiming. Her tongue slid against yours, and you tasted her spit, her heat, her power. It wasn’t blood, but it was intoxicating. Your nails dug into your thighs to keep from moving.

Her hand suddenly tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your throat now.

“Say it again.”

“I belong to you.”

Her lips brushed your neck, mimicking what you longed to do.

“You’ll drink when I say so,” she murmured, and you whimpered as she scraped her teeth along your throat in wicked mockery. “Beg one more time, and I’ll think about it.”

You were desperate now, eyes wide and glossy, your voice cracking.

“Please, Mistress. Please let me drink from you. I’m yours. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. I need it, I need you…”

Her breath hitched — just slightly. Enough to tell you she liked that. Liked hearing you fall apart.

Slowly, deliberately, she shifted in your lap again and drew your face into the crook of her neck. Her pulse was right there. So close. You moaned from the proximity alone.

“Okay,” she said softly. “You’ve earned it.”

Your body went boneless with relief, and just as you began to move in, her fingers threaded through your hair again, tightening hard.

“But,” she added, low and firm, “you bite slow. You drink only when I say. And you stop the second I tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you breathed, barely able to contain yourself. “I promise.”

“Good girl.”

She tilted her head, exposing the smooth, delicate skin of her throat — and finally, finally, she whispered:

“Drink.”

You sank in — slow, reverent. Her blood burst across your tongue like fire and honey, thick with life and heat and Wanda. She let out a soft gasp, her hand stroking the back of your neck, grounding you, guiding you, owning you.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Take it slow. My good little vampire.”

And you did — because she asked, because she allowed it, and because everything you were belonged to her.

Her blood was everything.

Warm. Sweet. Saturated with her magic and will and humanity — and the taste of her love, because even Wanda’s dominance was affectionate in its own twisted, perfect way.

You drank slow like she asked, fangs buried in her throat, hands shaking where they hovered at her waist. Every instinct screamed to drink deeper, to hold her tighter, to take, but you didn’t. You wouldn’t.

Because she let you.

Because she told you to.

Your arms eased up around her, slow and careful, wrapping her in your embrace without squeezing, without claiming. You never held her too tightly. You couldn’t — wouldn’t — risk hurting her, not even by accident. She was breakable. Human. Yours.

And above all, you were hers.

Wanda stroked your hair lazily, her breathing steady while yours grew rough — not because you needed it, but because it helped, gave you a rhythm to anchor your control.

Her voice broke through the haze: smooth, sharp as a command.

“Stop.”

You froze. Fangs still inside her. Breath stuttering against her skin. Your eyes flew open, wide and frantic. You whimpered against her throat.

But you didn’t move.

Didn’t pull back.

Didn’t drink.

Just… stayed there, trembling, trying so hard to behave.

“Good girl,” she murmured, and her nails scratched softly at the nape of your neck. “Still learning how to behave, but you’re getting there.”

You moaned helplessly. Her blood sang through your mouth, coating your tongue, tempting you even now.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” she whispered. “My heart… still beating. My body, still warm. And you’re so cold, sweet girl. So empty. But you’re not going to take what isn’t given.”

You whimpered again, your mouth still latched to her skin, fangs shaking from restraint.

“You’re going to wait,” she said, hand fisting in your hair. “Because I said so.”

Your arms tightened around her a little more, never enough to bruise, just enough to cling. To say I’m here. I’m listening. I’m yours.

You wanted to sob — from hunger, from devotion, from how badly you needed her to say yes again.

And Wanda — cruel, knowing, amused — nuzzled your temple.

“Breathe for me,” she said softly.

You obeyed, inhaling against her neck, shaky and slow.

“Good. Now exhale. Focus.”

You did.

She waited a moment longer, making sure you really held still, before her hand relaxed in your hair and her breath danced over your ear.

“Start again, baby.”

You made the softest, most broken sound — a breathless gasp of gratitude — and resumed.

Carefully. Worshipfully.

Drinking not because you could, but because she let you.

Wanda sighed, letting herself melt into your lap again, perfectly relaxed, completely safe — despite the predator wrapped around her.

“That’s it,” she murmured, almost teasing. “Nice and slow. My good little monster.”

The moment Wanda said start again, you sank back into her throat like it was the most sacred place in the world.

Because it was.

The pull was slow, gentle — reverent. You obeyed to the letter, but you couldn’t stop the little whines in your throat. Each swallow made your hands tremble, your mind quiet, your whole world narrow to the pulse beneath your tongue.

And Wanda was feeling it.

She shifted in your lap, grinding herself against the firm line of your thigh. A sharp gasp left her lips — small, but real.

You knew this rhythm. This body.

You knew what your bite did to her. How her blood ran hotter the deeper you drank. How the pain mixed with pleasure until it blurred into a fever in her skin. You felt her magic flicker beneath her skin like a lit match waiting to catch.

Her fingers tightened in your hair.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, voice cracking.

That wasn’t just arousal — that was need.

You moaned against her, eyes fluttering shut. Her hips rolled again, slow but purposeful, chasing the friction.

“You don’t get to move,” she managed, voice strained. “Don’t… fuck, don’t you dare help me.”

You obeyed. Not a single thrust back. Not a grind. But you held her, arms locked around her back, anchoring her to you as she used your thigh, your body, her vampire.

Her pet.

Her source of pleasure, and pain, and everything between.

She buried her face in your hair as her noises grew more desperate — soft, gasping moans with every twist of her hips.

The taste of her deepened. Darkened. You could feel her heartbeat in your tongue now, rapid and erratic, responding to the heat building between her legs.

You held still like she asked. Even as her nails bit your shoulders. Even as she shook a little in your arms.

“Fuck, baby…” she whispered, her voice almost cracking into a whimper. “You have no idea what you do to me…”

But you did.

You knew.

You’d tasted her blood a hundred times. You felt how deep the reaction went. How intimately her body tied pain to pleasure — how even the softest feed left her breathless and shaky in your arms.

You knew her tells: the magic buzzing at her fingertips, the hitch in her breath when your fangs scraped just right, the way her thighs tightened around you as she fought to keep control.

And she was losing it.

Because even though you were the one kneeling, trembling, biting her throat — she was the one unraveling.

Her hips jerked once, rhythm faltering, and she let out a helpless little moan, high and sharp.

Your breath caught.

Wanda swore under her breath and grabbed your jaw, yanking your head back just enough to pull you off her neck. Blood painted your lips, and you blinked up at her, dazed and starved.

She looked wrecked.

Flushed cheeks. Wild hair. Lips parted.

“Don’t you dare look smug,” she growled, but her voice was shaking. “That wasn’t permission to get cocky.”

You nodded, wide-eyed, blood slicking your mouth.

“I wasn’t,” you whispered. “I swear, Mistress.”

She glared — then kissed you hard, her tongue licking into your mouth, tasting her own blood off your lips with a hungry groan.

“I’m not done with you,” she breathed against your mouth. “Not even close.”

And you believed her.

Because you’d barely scratched the surface of what Wanda Maximoff could do with a trembling vampire wrapped around her finger.

Wanda was breathless, flushed, and trembling slightly when she pulled back from your blood-slick mouth.

Still straddling you. Still in control.

You were hers — panting, fangs aching, lips red from the taste of her. And when she reached down and tugged your shirt up and over your head, you let her, limbs pliant and obedient.

“Sit still,” she ordered, and you did.

She pulled your bra off slowly, watching the way your chest rose and fell in anticipation, her eyes flickering with heat. Her fingers grazed your skin — barely there — and still you shivered like she'd burned you.

“You don’t get to touch me,” she said, voice dark and low as her hands slid down your body. “You hold me. You feed from me. But you don’t fuck me unless I say.”

“Yes, Mistress,” you whispered, voice trembling.

Wanda rocked her hips again, harder this time, and your hands flew to her waist — not to move her, just to hold. Steady. Supportive. Worshipful.

She ground down harder, chasing friction against your thigh through the thin fabric of her panties. She wasn’t hiding the way she moaned now, short and sharp, every breath dripping heat as her fingers dug into your shoulders.

“This is mine,” she whispered, dragging her nails down your chest. “All of you. Even this need you think I don’t see. I own it. You don’t come until I do.”

You whimpered.

She rolled her hips again — and again — soaking the front of your jeans, her body pulsing with magic that sparked against your skin, fraying the edges of your control. But you held firm, nails pressing into your own thighs to keep from moving. From begging.

From doing anything but what she let you.

Wanda's moans grew louder, less composed. Her head fell to your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin where you’d bitten her earlier.

And then — a shudder, a breath held too long — her whole body jerked once, and a loud, broken sound fell from her lips as she came against you.

It was messy. Slow. Her body shaking in your arms, hips twitching as she rode it out, panting into your neck like you were the one keeping her grounded.

You were.

Your arms were wrapped tight around her. Not possessive — never that. But protective. Present. The kind of hold that said: I’ve got you. Take what you need. I’m yours.

Wanda slumped into you, chest heaving, and for a long moment, neither of you moved. You felt her heartbeat against your skin, rapid and erratic and human.

You kissed her temple softly, lips stained red.

Only then did she pull back and cup your cheek.

“Still with me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, eyes hazy, every nerve humming with the weight of her.

She smiled — tired and wicked and full of something soft.

“You did so well,” she whispered. “So good for me.”

Your throat bobbed. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Wanda slipped off your lap and gently pushed you back onto the couch. Her fingers made quick work of your jeans, and before you could protest — or beg — she was between your thighs, her hand pressing flat against your center through your soaked underwear.

“Now,” she said, her voice like velvet. “Now you get to come.”

You came fast — embarrassingly fast — hips bucking up into her hand as she rubbed tight, practiced circles over your clit. All the blood, all the restraint, all the tension that had built up through obedience and denial crashed through you in a wave.

And Wanda watched, chin propped on your thigh, grinning like the smug devil she was.

“God, you’re pretty when you fall apart,” she murmured.

You whimpered, back arching, thighs trembling, and then — finally — you collapsed.

Spent.

Full.

Shaking.

Safe.

Wanda didn’t rush the come-down. She climbed back into your lap, straddling you again — this time to soothe, not to take. She cradled your face, pressing kisses to your cheeks, your brow, the corner of your mouth.

“Easy, baby,” she whispered. “I’ve got you.”

You clung to her, still panting despite the fact that your lungs didn’t need to. Your whole body ached in the best way.

She cleaned the blood from your chin with her fingers and pressed them into your mouth to suck.

“There’s my good girl,” she murmured. “Took it so well. You always do.”

You leaned into her, eyes fluttering shut, resting your forehead to hers.

Her hand stroked your hair. “You did everything I asked.”

You nodded.

“And when I told you to stop, you stopped.”

Another nod. A tiny, broken sound of pride caught in your throat.

Wanda kissed you once — soft, slow, grateful.

“You’re mine,” she whispered. “Every inch of you. Forever.”

And you were.

Wanda was the one who moved first, even though her body was still shaky and her thighs still pressed damp against your jeans.

“Come on,” she murmured, cupping your jaw with one hand and pressing a final kiss to your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You went with her without question, clinging just a little as she guided you to the bathroom. She chuckled softly, arm around your waist.

“You always get like this after,” she teased, voice warm. “Like a baby bat stuck to me.”

You nuzzled your face into her hair, still overwhelmed, still grounded in her scent.

She bathed you both gently — hands slow, steady, not teasing anymore. She peeled away your ruined clothes and held you under the warm spray of the shower, fingers stroking your back, humming softly under her breath.

It soothed the leftover trembles in your limbs.

She washed your hair like you were precious. Like she liked doing this for you. She always did — insisted on it, really.

And afterward, she dressed you in soft pajamas — one of her oversized shirts and a pair of cotton shorts you couldn’t remember stealing but were definitely yours now. She dressed herself in a robe, loose and cozy, and tugged you by the hand into the kitchen.

Wanda didn’t even give you the chance to ask. She pulled a sealed container of blood from the fridge and handed it over wordlessly, then turned to fix something for herself.

You sat on the edge of the counter, sipping slowly, still a little floaty. Your fangs had finally retracted, but your gums were sore. That always happened when you drank too slowly.

She glanced over and frowned. “Still tender?”

You nodded.

Without saying a word, she pulled out one of her freezer packs and wrapped it in a dish towel. She pressed it gently to your cheek, right where your jaw was clenched.

You leaned into it with a soft sound of gratitude.

Wanda made herself a grilled cheese — extra sharp cheddar, exactly the way she liked it — and slid it onto a plate. She only ate half before she offered you a bite.

You hesitated, but took it when she gave you that look — the one that said let me care for you back, dummy.

When you were both fed and warm and finally calm, she took your hand again and led you back to the bed. She crawled in first, reaching for the blanket, but stopped when you climbed in behind her and pulled her gently into your arms.

“You need sleep,” you whispered against her hair.

“You need rest,” she murmured back.

“I don’t sleep.”

“I know,” she said, already burrowing into your chest. “I just like saying it.”

You held her close, your arms wrapped around her waist, your chin tucked over her head.

Wanda let out the softest sigh — barely a breath — and her whole body relaxed in your hold.

It was the only time she ever went limp like that. Only after you fed. Only when her magic quieted and her body was wrung out and her heart beat a little slower in her chest. That was when she let herself be small. Tired. Human.

You didn’t need to breathe, but you did anyway — slow and steady, chest rising with hers. You liked matching her rhythm. It made her feel less alone.

Her fingers twitched against your shirt. “Still with me?”

“Always,” you murmured.

She hummed. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” you agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Always.”

She drifted not long after, body warm and boneless against yours.

You stayed still.

You never moved while she slept. She hated waking up alone.

So you stayed — watching the way her lashes fluttered against her cheek, the way her lips parted slightly, how utterly soft she looked when all the sharpness faded from her face.

Powerful, fierce, brilliant Wanda — sleeping safe in your arms.

Yours to protect.

Hers to belong to.

You didn’t need sleep.

You had everything you needed right here.

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