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Help My Two Daughters Escape From Gaza War

Hello everyone..

I am Hadeel Mikki from Gaza, Palestine and this is my husband Waseem Mikki, my daughters Mira and Nadia, My mother Tahani Mikki, and my two brothers.

Here is our story - Ever since the morning of the 7th of October, none of our lives have been the same. Everything in our lives has been disrupted. The first night since the beginning of the war, our home got partially destroyed because of a very close Israeli strike.

Despite the damage, we stayed home for another two weeks until suddenly and without preparation, we were told to evacuate our homes and we’d be in danger. From this moment our endless journey of suffering and pain began.

Throughout this journey, we later Knew that our home of three floors where my family and my uncle-in-law family live. My uncle family of 5 members did not leave our home and it has got bombed directly and completely destroyed and all of them were martyred.

My father-in-law his heart could not bear all this pain and all this grief; so he got sick. He found himself living the darkest of realities and through the scarcity of medicine and lack of medical resources in the hospitals, he passed away.

My husband, Waseem, was very sad, and my daughters missed their grandfather, who used to play with them and bring them toys.

The situation was very difficult for my children, and my eldest daughter, Mira, kept crying and wanted to go and see her grandfather, and she did not realize that he had gone and would never return.

So we moved in with my husband, children, and I, full of great sadness, with my mother and two brothers, who are the only survivors of my family; They are all that I have left, and I hope that we will all escape with our lives outside of war and destruction, and that my children will survive. We do not want to lose them.

Our future has become unknown, our present is unbearable, unlivable by human standards. We’re stuck in a harsh reality each moment. We live in a constant state of sounds of explosions, bullets raining down on us, artillery shells, and warplanes dropping destructive missiles on us every day.

In addition to our ongoing suffering to this day: lack of resources, humanitarian aid, medicine, and food. We can barely find food for my girls, as they eat one meal during the day and spend the rest of the day crying.

This is my daughters enjoying a life before 7th October.

But now my princess Mira stay alone all the time remember her previous life, her school, her friends, our beautiful life, and all places we were visited with Mira and Nadia as a beautiful family and still cry I need my school, I need my friends, I need my toys.

This is the cry of a mother and father. We hope that our children will be given the opportunity to live in peace and security and have access to food and a safe life like the rest of the children of the world everywhere.

Now I am pregnant in the 4th month , and I don't know how I will get the baby, there is no hospitals , no pregnancy care , no food , no clean water, so I am worried about this pregnant with these circumstances.

Maybe this fundraising effort is like a beacon in the darkness, our sole source of hope that we hold onto tightly. I urge the world to listen to my plea and the sorrowful cries of my Gaza kin. We desperately require the helping hand that can dry our tears and lead us to safety.

Your contribution is more than just money; it's a chance to reconstruct life and illuminate a brighter future. Join us in shaping a tale of hope, as we rely on your support to begin afresh.

The purpose of the fundraising campaign

The objective of this fundraising drive is to secure the passage of my family, comprising my husband, two daughters, mother, two brothers, and myself, through the Rafah Crossing to Egypt. Presently, this journey necessitates £5000 per person. This campaign stands as our sole opportunity for survival, and I earnestly implore your aid during this pivotal juncture. Rest assured, I will furnish you with a detailed breakdown of the expenses, vowing transparency, and lucidity throughout.

Breakdown of Expenses

• Rafah/Egypt crossing: €5000 per person (a total of €25,000 for five adult family members)

€2,500 per child (a total of €5,000 for two children family members)

• Minimum living costs: €5000

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Thank you all for your kindness and support...

Hadeel Makki

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when you first showered at toji’s apartment—after he bought you replicas of the products you use at yours, he quite literally jumps you.

you can’t blame him! his bathroom is now enveloped in your scent, when the steam started to escape when you opened the door, he swears up and down his whole place smelled like you.

so girly and sweet, nose buried in your neck he inhales your scent. his hips are flush against yours, barely pulling out as he drapes his body onto your back, using his weight to keep you pinned on his mattress.

you’ve cum so many times that you’re sobbing, body tense and limp at the same time. his tongue shamelessly licks the tears from your cheeks, peppering kisses all over your shoulders and behind your neck.

“ya smell so good, baby.” he groans, “m’ gonna have to keep you here from now on, heh.”

“mmmph!” moans muffled by the pillow, you bite down before raising your head, just enough that you’re able to speak. “you’re a per—ahhh, not there, idiot—you’re such a pervert!”

“mm, yeah baby, but you love it.” he nibbles on your ear, groaning when your cunt flutters around him.

it’s sticky between your thighs, leaking all over the mattress and smearing itself on toji’s lower tummy. it’s messy, but he loves it. your scent makes him dizzy and before he knows it, he’s gone—flooding your cunt with thick ropes of his seed.

you’re half alive, eyes rolled back and body twitching. toji leaves wet kisses on your cheek, travelling down your spine til’ he playfully sinks his teeth into your right asscheek. you swat at him, but he pins your wrist to your back.

“behave for me,” he croons, licking his lips as he spreads your cheeks, pupils dilating from watching his cum dribble from your slit. “m’ not done with you yet, girl.”

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are there really people who dislike dean? like, that's dean winchester. that's the guy who knows every scooby-doo episode. that's the guy who loves apple pie and burgers. he's a bit of a clean freak. he is scared of flying. he is a great brother. he's good with kids. he loves rock music. he can cook. he wants to help people. he is a (girl) dad. he is the sun and a beacon of hope for people in need. he is the best at his job. he loves his mom. he is a mother. he is connection and he is compassion. he is the narrative heart. the show stars and ends with dean. all because he cared, all because he loved and loved and loved. dean who feels things more acutely than any other human. dean who's done everything for love. dean who is the most caring man on earth, the most selfless, loving human being. if you don't like him look inwards.

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Could you write a Stephen x f!reader with age gap where she’s ribbing him, calling him things like her “old man” (affectionately) and calling him out on his stamina, just to get a rise out of him and he shows her just how wrong she is (maybe with overstim on her end)

Thanks Xx

Show Me What You’ve Got, Old Man

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Explicit language, age gap, spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, PinV (unprotected), degradation, slight overstimulation, slight voyeurism.

Word Count: 7,799

Reading time: ≈ 28 mins.

A/N: first and foremost, @vickie-mcmuffin just released a oneshot with a very similar prompt, go check it out and show her some love!!! second, one thing about me? imma write an age gap where doctor strange is concerned, LMAO. solid request, 10/10, no notes. enjoy the read <3

18+ or i haunt you like a ghost from ur past &lt;;3!

Stephen was used to you testing his nerves. It was your favorite pastime, really. He supposed it had something to do with all that pent-up energy and wit— and there was a lot of it with you being so young and fresh. But some days— oh some days— he just wanted to tie you up in the nearest corner and put a gag in your mouth. You were relentless. And while your flirtations were normally sweet, you definitely had a brattier side that he found jumping out more and more. He liked when you flirted with him, and he should have known better than to flirt back. Though you’d made it abundantly clear that there was no hesitancy on your part due to your age gap, he found himself second-guessing the flirtation from time to time. He knew he shouldn’t be responding to it or entertaining it, but you made it so damn hard to ignore.

It had started out innocent enough that day. He was rummaging through the cabinets at Kamar-Taj trying to find his favorite tea when you’d saddled up beside him and bumped him gently out of the way with your hip, reaching up and pulling down the sugar for yourself before serving him a shy smile and going back to your own tea. As you put the sugar back in the cabinet, you also placed the box he’d been looking for right in his line of sight with a little smirk and sashayed away, hips swinging back and forth, mug cradled carefully in your hands.

Then about half an hour later when he was on his way to teach a beginners course for opening gateways, he’d seen you sitting in the courtyard, legs crossed, eyes shut gently, deep breaths forcing your chest to rise and fall at a slow and steady pace. The swells of your breasts were rather hard to ignore in the tank top you were wearing— you always wore one under the top layer of your robes, insisting that all the fabric was too heavy for you to concentrate in.

“It looks unprofessional.” He’d scold gently

“We’re magic wielders, Doctor. I don’t work in an office and I won’t spend the rest of my life in a uniform.”

“Why not? It looks nice enough on you. And the other students stare when you don’t have on the upper half. It looks like we’re playing favorites.”

“Oh…” You hum, “I see.”

“What?”

“It’s hard for me to concentrate in my robes, but it’s much harder for your other students to concentrate when I’m out of them.” You’d raise a quizzical brow, “Is it your students that have a hard time focusing or you, Master Strange?” Glancing up at him through your lashes you tease, “Just another old man perving on his student… how unfortunate. I believe the world suspects better of you.”

So you knew exactly what you were doing when you took off that outer layer. And even if it was hot and it did help you concentrate, even if that was the original motive, he was almost certain that motive had been entirely overruled. Though, he couldn’t say he actually cared. He just had to continue being a hard-ass about it… like most things you did.

Not to mention, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t play a part in some in it. 

When he’d stalked into the library at around noon to find a very specific book to go over during lunchtime, he couldn’t help but stop and stare when he saw you. There you stood on your tip-toes, both hands stretched upward, fingers just shy of missing the book you were clearly so desperate to reach. And the space between the shelves was too narrow, but Stephen made his way over, wedging himself between you and the shelf. 

He watched your body go stiff as his as he leaned forward a bit farther than necessary, leaned down a bit farther than necessary as well to whisper, “Pardon me, just trying to reach this…” Before pulling the book you’d been so desperately trying to reach from the shelf and sliding away, leaving the touch of his hand against your waist

And that was where he’d anticipated it ending for the day. Because the next time the two of you would see each other would be during a sparring class, and for as insistent as you were, you never pushed your boundaries when there were other students around. You were as big a believer in respect as he was, and you both knew exactly what it would look like if other students and Masters caught wind of your flirtations.

“Y/N, with Master Strange.” Wolfe demands walking by you during your warmup stretches

You crack open one eye and ask, “You’re gonna make me beat up an old man?”

Stephen did a double-take hearing the conversation. Old man? He wasn’t that old…

He watched as Sarah tried to quell a smile, “You’ve far surpassed proficiency in hand-to-hand. You’re a danger to the other students.” She tells you

You ‘tsk’ and roll your eyes, “You give a guy a concussion once.”

“And a fair amount of harsh bruising to others.”

“You know as well as I do it’s far less dangerous to bruise another student’s skin than to bruise a Master’s ego, Master Wolfe.” You could feel Stephen’s eyes on you as you pout, “What if I hurt his feelings?”

“Y/N…” She chides

“Sorry. Yes, Master Wolfe.” You relent with a smile

“Old man?” The all-too-familiar baritone creeps up your neck and causes chills to break out across your body, “I’m not old enough for that title quite yet, I don’t think.”

You close your eyes and hum, giving a shrug, “That’s your opinion.” You scoot over and pat the space next to you, “Come stretch. Don’t want you to pull anything when we get started, Gramps.” Stephen complied, lowering himself gracefully next to you on the stone floor and you smile asking, “Were those your knees I just heard?”

He scoffs, “You didn’t hear my knees.”

“I think I did…”

“Oh, very funny. Someone is in a mood today.”

You hum quietly, “What kind of mood do you think I’m in, Doctor?”

“Not entirely sure.” He huffs out, rather disappointed your eyes aren’t open to ogle his arms as he stretches them over his head… you normally do, “How was your time in the library earlier today?”

“Well, seeing as how someone took the book I needed, entirely ineffective. Thank you.”

“It’s too advanced for you anyway.”

“And how do you propose I better myself if I continue reading the same old same old?”

“I’ve always found hands-on experience rather helpful.”

“Hands-on experience?” He watches as you crack open one eye and look him over, “Offering your services, Master Strange?”

Stephen’s nostrils flared as he looked away from you, “I’m sure any of the other Masters or upper-level students would be more than happy to help you, Miss Y/L/N.”

You smile to yourself, “So shy with others around.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, that you have no problem rubbing yourself against me in private between bookshelves, but the second other people are around you’d rather put on that air of professionalism and pretend you wouldn’t rather be between the shelves.”

“I wasn’t— I simply needed that book.”

“Oh?” You ask, “And tell me… what did you need a beginner’s level book on astral projection for, Master Strange?”

Well… shit.

“It wasn’t me who needed it so much as Wong. He’d asked me to take it to the London Sanctum. One of their students needed it and their copy was missing.” Stephen lies succinctly 

“And that required you to grind against my a—“

“I didn’t.” He denies, “And do lower your voice.”

He did. Round and wonderful. He’d thought about it many, many times. He hadn’t gotten as solid of a feel for it as he’d have liked.

“If you didn’t then you shouldn’t be worried about anyone overhearing the conversation.” You point out, “My apologies. I misinterpreted the interaction. I’ll be sure to move away next time.”

“Thank you.” He says simply in response, though secretly dreading you would actually put the threat into action

“I should have known anyways.” You sigh, “A nice old guy like yourself isn’t into creeping on little girls, is he?” You glance at him sideways and enjoy the way his jaw tenses, “You wouldn’t waste your time flirting and teasing someone so young and innocent. Not when there’s a line of women out there in the real world perfectly willing and ready to fall into your bed at the first glance.”

“Innocent is not the first word that comes to mind when I look at you, Dear.” Stephen says, glaring down at you

“Dear? Highly unprofessional, Master Strange. Really…” You stand and look down at him, “I’ll find us a nice private place to work. Come find me whenever you get yourself off the floor. I’ll give you twenty— or do you need more?”

He rolls his eyes, “I’ll be there in three minutes.”

“It’s better if we set realistic expectations for ourselves.” You chide with a grin

“You’re right.” He agrees, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Stephen actually took his three minutes. He needed it to compose himself. He wasn’t sure what you were playing at today, but he could tell you were up to no good. Your condescending tone and catty little attitude made him want to spank the disobedience right out of you. He could imagine how satisfying the action would be… how nice the imprint of his hand on your ass cheek would look. He’d bend you over the nearest surface and serve one for every snotty little remark you’d made today. You’d be writhing beneath him by the end of it, ass wiggling, little hands clawing at anything and everything, looking for something to hold on to. He’d lean over you, pressing his half-hard—

Shit.

Stephen huffed to himself as he walked over to the spot you’d chosen. A back corner beneath the shade of a tree. A growl bubbled up from his throat when he saw the top half of your uniform slung over one of the branches in the tree. Your too tight tank top with itty-bitty straps sitting far too low on your chest, exposing the black sports bra beneath it. Stephen wasn’t exactly understanding the dynamics of that sports bra. He thought the point was to flatten, not push your tits up to your neck.

“Put it on.” He grit out immediately upon arrival

“No one else has seemed to notice but you. And Master Wolfe always lets me keep it off. Given she’s my instructor at the moment, it stays off.” You fire back immediately, you grin and bounce on the balls of your feet saying, “Besides, I can move a whole lot easier with it off.”

Yeah, he could see that.

He sighed, “Straight to it? First to tap loses?”

“Sure.” You agree

Stephen immediately stepped forward and hooked his foot around your ankle, pulling your leg from under you and watching as you tumbled to the floor. You looked up at him with pure disdain and pouted.

“I’m sorry, when did we call start?”

“You said ‘sure’ which sounded a lot like ‘let’s start.’” He smiles to himself, but does offer a hand to help you up from the floor

You reach up and gingerly take his hand before your grip goes a lot firmer and you pull him down so his stomach meets your foot. You huff and with what feels like far too little effort, throw him over your head, sending him flat on his back behind you. He lets out a groan and rolls over to find you standing and ready for whatever move he makes next. You did like to play dirty.

“Ouch.”

“You started it.”

“How old are you?”

“I wasn’t born in a year that starts with a one, if that’s what you’re asking.” You tilt your head and ask, “What were the roaring twenties like? Always wanted to know. Loved The Great Gatsby in high school.”

“Oh, c’mon…” He mutters, “I’m definitely not that old.”

“Show me what you’ve got, Old Man.”

He throws a weak jab to your left side which you sidestep easily with a grin, “Gotta’ be quicker than that.” He throws another, much quicker as you’d suggested to your right, “Not quite.”

The next jab he throws, you grab his wrist and twist so his arm is behind his back, his hand pressed between his own shoulder blades. A high uncomfortable stretch, and one which can genuinely hurt if the person were on the floor immobile. Stephen bends his free arm and elbows you in the ribs gently, just hard enough to force you to let go. He huffs when you don’t and repeats the same action with much more force, pulling a hiss from your throat as you drop his arm.

“You understand the point of sparring is practice without any real damage to your partner, correct?” Stephen chastises, “If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d make it out unscathed.”

“Unlike others, I don’t worry about my paper-thin skin bruising from a little pinch, Doctor.” 

“Shut up and swing.” He grouches

Instead of your arm, your swing your right leg up at him. Stephen raises his arm and lets you kick him in the ribs, only to bring his arm back down and trap your leg. As Stephen was trying to decide what to do with you from this position, he ducked out of the way just before your fist made contact with his jaw. He glared at you seriously, his nostrils flared.

“Have to be honest, kinda glad I missed that one. Don’t wanna ruin the money maker.”

Stephen’s ego received a boost from the comment if nothing else, though he still lectures, “You’re going to hurt someone swinging full force like that some day.”

You groan and wrench your leg from his hold, “Isn’t that the point? What the hell are we training for if not to hurt someone?”

“We don’t train you so you can hurt someone else, Y/N. We train you so you can protect you.”

“Where is the difference?” You throw your arms in the air

Stephen swiftly wrapped one arm around your own and pulled the other back with it, standing behind you with both your arms trapped over your head in his hold. You wiggled for a moment before deciding that would get you nowhere. He was stronger and taller— a huge advantage for him in this position. Think and buy time. Stephen waited patiently to see your next move. He could practically hear the cogs turning in your head. Not to mention he could smell your shampoo… clean and floral, something sweet but soft— so very much the opposite of you.

“What’s the difference?” You repeat quietly, tensing yourself a little so his arms would have to spread wider to keep you in their grasp

“Hm?”

“What’s the difference in hurting someone and protecting me if I have to hurt them to protect me?”

Stephen couldn’t resist drawing you back just a little farther, masking it as trying to gain a firmer hold, “Because protecting you means we get you out of the situation in as little time, with as little energy as possible. Hurting someone just because you have the ability to is cruel. When they’ve surrendered, you let go. That is what you need to learn. It is not about the power.” Stephen brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, “Think of all the things I could do to you from here, Dear. Some I’m sure you’d find more painful than others— but the fact is, I could do them and you couldn’t stop me. But just because I can, doesn’t make it right.” He felt you shift on your feet, your body wiggling in his grasp, your cheeks flushing pink, “Would you like to tap?”

“No.” You huff, “Rather like where I’ve found myself.”

Stephen ducked his head and smiled, “Though that may be, you do have to get out… can’t spend all day like this.” He lowered his voice and asks, “So, how do you get out?”

You seem to contemplate for a moment before admitting, “I don’t know.”

“Dead weight.” He responds, “You’re overestimating the strength of my arms. They’re the weakest part of my body. Make yourself dead weight and you’ll fall away without a problem.”

“But now you know my next move.” You pout

Stephen chuckles in your ear sending a chill up your spine, “I don’t know what you’ll do after the fact.”

You wait a moment before making yourself dead weight as he says, and you appreciate the fact that he does still try to hold you up, he doesn’t just let you go. You land on your knees and with a smile turn to face him, making your eyes wide and innocent as you stare up at him, chin tilted up. Stephen took in a steady breath. It was a nice sight, he had to admit that much.

“Any good?” You ask

“Perfect.” He agrees

You reach forward and grab him in the bend of his knees. His legs give out and he falls to the ground with a groan. You immediately scamper up his body, straddling over his waist, crossing your arms and grabbing his lapels to place him in a choke hold.

“Not cool.” Stephen mumbles, rubbing the back of his head

“Why not? I thought it was pretty good.” You wiggle a little, sliding your hips down over his crotch

He gives a little grunt and his hands come to your hips on reflex. He glares up at you and you just smile down at him.

“Stop.” He hisses

“Stop what?”

“That!” He exclaims as you wiggle again

“I’m just waiting for you to tap out.” You feign, “Though… doesn’t exactly feel like you want out of this position…” You wiggle against the bulge becoming quite a bit more prominent in his pants

“Y/N. Enough. We are in a public setting with other students and Masters—“

“We’re training.” You roll your eyes, “Already too worn out? C’mon, where’s your stamina, Old Man?” Stephen shift below you and you settle your weight over him more firmly, your lips parting ever so slightly at the pressure

“Cut the Old Man shit.” He grits out

“Awe…” You pout down at him, tightening your hold on his neck, “Are your feelings hurt, Master Strange?”

Stephen steeled his hold on your hips and flipped the two of you so you were face down on the stone. He pinned you wrists above your head, straddling over your thighs… his hips more or less pressed against your ass, but that was just a fact of the position, not his own will. It was however his own will when he leaned down, pressing his half hard-on between your ass cheeks. He couldn’t have missed the little whimper you gave if he tried.

He put his lips beside your ear and growled out, “We need to have a serious talk about your boundaries and sense of professionalism, Miss Y/L/N. You will come to my office at the end of the day. Am I understood?” You phrased below him and Stephen snarled, pressing more of his weight against you, “Am I understood?”

You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, sir.”

He released your hands, “Now tap.”

You tapped and Stephen immediately lifted himself off of you and turned to leave, “Tell Master Wolfe had a matter of urgency to attend to. You’ll need a new partner the rest of this session.”

“Yes, sir.” You agree, voice shaky as you lift yourself from the ground

“As soon as your day is done. Your schedule is free after seven. I expect you to be in my office before or at eight. No later.”

“Yes, Master Strange.”

But he was already storming away.

Stephen was sitting in his office waiting for you. He kept glancing toward the clock. A quarter til eight and you still hadn’t shown. He started to wonder if his tone hadn’t been serious enough for you. He was at his wit’s end. That little stunt you pulled… completely inappropriate. Even more inappropriate was the face he had to continue reminding himself how inappropriate it had been. But the image had been… enticing to say the least. The idea that one of the other students or Masters might have seen only made the situation more arousing. But he was supposed to be the adult in this situation. He shouldn’t be considering… entertaining such behavior.

There was a gentle knock on the door and he straightened up behind his desk, calling, “Come in.”

You stepped through the door timidly, hands laced behind your back, “Door opened or closed?”

“Whatever you’re more comfortable with.”

You nudged the door to with your foot. Stephen didn’t look up from the book he seemed to be absorbed in. You walked farther into the room and took a deep breath. It smelled so perfectly of him. There was a little fireplace on the far side of the room that made the smaller area nice and warm. Three different rugs were layered over themselves in front of it, a large regal-looking chair slightly to the side. His desk was large, deep oak wood with a chair to match. The space suited him very well.

“Good evening.” You murmur

“How were the rest of your classes?”

You shrug, “Fine. Still no luck opening a portal. Not even a spark.”

“And you believe you’re ready for astral projection?” Stephen asks, glancing up at you through his lashes

You weren’t in your robes. Your hair was half-dried and falling over your shoulders, face glowing fresh out of the shower. You wore a ratty old tee shirt with a seriously worn-out collar and a pair of little bitty sleep shorts. He knew it was what you preferred to relax in, and he seriously doubted you were still trying to cause trouble after this afternoon… but it really wasn’t helping your case. The sight of you looking so pretty undone only made him angrier. You had him by the throat even when you weren’t trying.

You give a little stomp, “It’s the only thing I haven’t made progress on. I can conjure, I can fight, I can even transmute smaller objects—“

“Really?” Stephen asked, rather impressed and unaware of such progress

“Yes.”

Stephen looked around his desk and placed a pen in front of you, “Go on.” He gestures to it

You stepped forward tentatively and picked up the pen. You closed your eyes and focused on breathing, focused on exactly what object you wished the pen to become, trying to see it clearly in your mind’s eye. The more detailed the picture, the closer it would come out how you wanted. Stephen watched your palm illuminated with magic, a soft golden light cast onto your face, eyes closed softly in concentration. He smiled when he saw your nose twitch, lost deep in thought. Such a pretty girl. He gave you an impressed look when you opened your eyes and gently held the former pen out to him. Instead, a small white wildflower was placed in his palm.

“Just started practicing inorganic to organic… much harder than one inorganic object to another.” You admit

“Still… very nice work.” Stephen compliments, “You do learn quickly when you want to.”

You shrug, “Not in any rush, Master Strange.”

“That’s a nice change of pace from the usual.” Stephen admits

A silence settled over the room. You looked down at the hardwood floor and dug your fuzzy-sock-clad foot into one of the cracks. Stephen sat there observing you. In his fury, he hadn’t exactly considered where to go from here. To let you off the hook would be a grave mistake, that much he was certain of. But to scold you too harshly meant that it would all come crumbling down, and he didn’t exactly want that either. So what did he let win here? His head or his dick?

He pushed the chair out from under the desk and turned it slightly to the side demanding quietly, “Come over here.”

You swallowed hard and tiptoed around the side of the desk, feeling very much like a little kid who got sent to the principal’s office. But this was so much worse— because the principal was awfully hot when he was angry, but your flirtation is what had landed you here in the first place. You stood in front of Stephen with your arms laced behind your back… he was still nearly at eye level even sitting down. He drew in a long breath and sat up farther in his chair, looking you over.

“Master Strange, I apologize for what happened at sparring this afternoon.” You decided to take initiative, “I may have gotten a little carried away.”

“Carried away?” Stephen repeats, watching you look to the floor

“Yes, sir.”

“And are you referring to the name-calling, the flirting, or the grinding yourself against my cock?” Your head snapped back up, eyes a bit wide, but Stephen just chuckled dryly, “Well, if you can do it, might as well be able to talk about it.”

Your mouth went dry but you mustered enough courage to mumble, “All of it.”

“I don’t want you acting that way in front of the other students and Masters ever again. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You agree

“Now, what to do with you…” He muses, bringing a hand to his chin to rub over his goatee, “There’s always library duty. Everyone’s favorite.” You pout a little at the idea but don’t object, “Could have you sent to the New York Sanctum to act as a maid. Or scrubbing the floors of the courtyard— been a while since someone’s done that.” Stephen muses, trying to hide a small smile behind his hand at the twitching of your nose once more. He lets the idea hang in the air a while before tutting, “Ah, no. I have a perfect idea for you, Dear.”

You shuffle on your feet, waiting to hear that he’s making you stand in this room until you can open a portal, or write out lines on a chalkboard over and over again. Classic cursive knowing him. One line again and again until you got it through your head he wasn’t interested in you like that: ‘I will not be horny with my Master in public.’ Instead, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, pulling you forward between his spread legs. Your heart rate immediately skyrocketed from such a gentle touch— just a taste of the proximity you craved. Stephen watched your face, your brows knitting together in confusion.

He spoke softly, “Pull these little shorts down for me.”

You swallowed hard and stammered out, “P-pull down my..?”

“Mhm.” He hummed simply in return

With shaking hands, you put your thumbs through the waistband of your shorts and let them slide to the floor. Stephen smiled at the little panties you were wearing covered in hearts. How cute.

“Now straddle my lap for me.”

You swallowed hard and moved forward, carefully placing your knees on either side of his legs in the large chair. You hovered over him and Stephen grabbed your hips roughly and forced you down. You gave a little gasp, your hips shifting forward as you landed over the bulge in his pants once more today. Stephen tilted his head up and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, smiling when goosebumps broke out beneath his lips. He ran his hands up and down your arms gently, caressing from your wrists to your shoulders.

“Hands on the back of the chair, Sweetheart.” He commands lowly, “And keep them there until I say different.”

“Master Stra—“

“Uh-uh. No talking. Just do what I say.” He cuts you off, glancing up to find your face flushed a violent pink, “Unless you need it to stop.” He raises a brow, “Do you want it to stop?” You bite into your bottom lip and shake your head no, placing your hands on the back of the chair like he asked and Stephen gives a pleased little smile, “Then just do what I say. This is your punishment for the way you acted today.” He explains, trailing his hands from your was it to your ass, giving a little grope, “And if you’re a good girl, I might give you a reward. How’s that sound?” Your brows are still tensed in confusion, but you give a nod of permission, “That’s good. Stay quiet for me, yeah?”

You nod a shift a little, not quite certain what his next move will be. Stephen’s hands grope gently at your ass, setting your nerves ablaze. You can feel him semi-hard beneath you, even the thick material of the robes can’t hide that. You let out a little gasp as his hand pulls away for a split second, only to meet your ass hard and fast. You jump a bit in his lap and Stephen smiles to himself. You let out a whimper and bury your head in the crook of his neck, his cologne overwhelming your senses quickly.

“You know… I’m used to your little attitude, Sweetheart. But today you were outright mean.” Another slap to the globe of your ass cheek, another little squeal, “Why’s that, huh?”

“I… I thought I wasn’t supposed to speak, sir.”

“If I ask you a question you can.” Another slap, “So why were you so mean to me today?”

You shake your head in the crook of his neck and deny, “Wasn’t trying to be mean…”

“No?” A slap harder than the previous three makes you let out a bit of a groan, the noise traveling straight to Stephen’s dick, “What were you trying to do then?”

“I- I just—“

“Uh-uh.” Stephen interrupts, bringing his free hand up to your chin and forcing your head back to look at him, “Look at me when you speak.”

You swallow hard, your lip stuck out in a pout as you say, “I didn’t wanna be mean… only wanted your attention.”

Another slap, “And making fun of my age, calling me Old Man, teasing me for my stamina… that was your way of doing it?” He pouts back at you, “A little girl teasing her crush on the playground. Really? How old are you?”

“Too young to be sitting in the lap of a dirty old man.” Your tongue replies before your brain can check it

Stephen serves you an unamused glare and lets his hand down over your ass much harder, the sound echoing through the room. You give a yelp and rest your forehead against his shoulder, your body shaking slightly.

“If I’m so dirty and old, why are you in my lap letting me do this to you, Sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, “You wanna’ know what I think? I think you love it. You love how much older I am, you love that you have my attention, and as you’ve very well proved this afternoon, you’re willing to do anything to keep it.” He hears you inhale sharply, “Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?”

You wiggle a bit and Stephen brings his hands to your hips to still you. You don’t answer, keeping your head buried in his shoulder, completely embarrassed by the situation at hand. Because of course, you loved it, and of course, he knew it. He’d known it from the moment you started this mess. But he would be the one to finish it. He spanked you again, and again, and again.

“Now be a good girl and say what you really want instead of firing insults at me over and over again.” He demands

“Want you.” You mumble

“Look at me.” He growls, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tilting your head back

“You. I want you.”

“Want me to what, Little Girl?” His eyes bore into your own, the blue enveloped almost entirely by his pupil, his lips only millimeters from your own

“Fuck me.” You whisper

Stephen leans in closer, his lips ghosting over your own, “All you’ve ever had to do was ask, Dear.”

You held your breath, waiting for him to press his lips to yours. Waited and waited… but it never came. Instead, he twisted and grabbed beneath your thighs, sitting you on his desk. He pried your legs open and wasted no time in ducking down, burying his face in your clothed cunt. You gasped as his tongue jumped out and licked a long, thick, shameless stripe over your sex. Your knuckles hurt from the strength with which you gripped the edge of the table. Stephen grabbed at the waist of your panties and manhandling you dragged them off. You closed your legs on instinct and he pried them open once again, giving you a dangerous look. He leaned forward and wasted not a moment before thrusting his tongue into your hole. Your head fell back and you let out a moan.

Stephen slapped the side of your thigh and demanded, “Eyes on me.” He thrust his tongue into you once more and loved watching you strain trying to hold back another sound of pleasure, “Already wet for me. Were you wet before you walked in? Were you thinking about me all day, Sweetheart? Desperate to have this pretty little hole filled?” He licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit and you keened, “Mm, feels good doesn’t it?”

You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, sir.”

“What if I do this..?” Stephen stuck two long fingers into you making you whimper, “That feel good too?” You nodded emphatically, looking down to where his fingers disappeared inside of you, “I know it does. I know a lot, Little Girl. Like you’ve made clear all day, I’ve been around a lot longer than you.” Stephen curled his fingers and searched gently until he found that spongey spot that made your eyes roll back, “That’s the spot right there, huh? Sure you’re used to a bunch of bumbling idiots who don’t know how to make you feel good. You just want someone to take care of you, isn’t that right?”

Your hips bucked as he curled his fingers into that spot over and over again, a gasp bubbling up your throat, “M-Master Strange!” You cried out

He tuts, “I know you wanna’ yell, but you have to keep quiet for me. Can’t let anyone hear what we’re doing in here. Gonna stay quiet for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You agree, “Please, Doctor…” You give him beggar’s eyes, “Please give me your mouth.”

“Where?” Stephen licks a circle around your clit, “Right there?”

“Fuck, yes.” You sigh, head falling forward

“You’re so much prettier when you’re compliant.” Stephen says, just to rile you up

He smiles when your nose twitches, your lips pulling into a grimace, eyes snapping open. But you were in no position to bite out the ‘fuck you’ you so desperately wanted to. So you kept your mouth shut and blocked out the sound of his voice, instead focusing solely on his tongue tracing patterns on your clit. Fuck, his mouth felt good even if it was used primarily for talking shit. You were already embarrassingly close to cumming. It was too soon, and you were sure to get an earful if you—

“Oh? You about the cum, Sweetheart? I feel you squeezing my fingers. You trying to hold out on me?”

“No.” You snap

Stephen tilts his head and gives you a knowing smile, “Come on, Y/N. None of that right now. Be a good girl and cum for me. No holding out on me or I’ll just stop altogether. You won’t get my cock.” Your cunt fluttered at the suggestion and he chuckled, “Yeah, I know. You want it.”

Stephen leaned back down and placed his mouth over your clit. He stroked his tongue over that perfect spot one, two, three…

“Oh… shit, Steph—“ Your whine was cut off as your body convulsed above him, a silent scream leaving your lips, head thrown back, one hand coming to Stephen’s head to hold him there, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” You chanted over and over under your breathe once it’d come back to you

Stephen growled and pulled away from your cunt, standing and shoving his chair back and leaning over you, one hand going around your throat. You stared up at him wide-eyed and he leaned down, taking you in a bruising kiss. With his free hand, he shed the top layer of his robes and pulled down his pants and boxers. He was too eager to take the time to undress himself fully or even magic the clothes away. He jerked himself a few times, moving his hand from your throat and pressing it over your mouth, entering you in one quick, rough thrust. Your mouth wasn’t muffled enough, he could hear the squeal you let out plain as day, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Stephen rested his forearms on either side of your head and leaned over you, drawing his hips back to snap them into place, another squeal echoing through the office space.

“This what you wanted, Sweetheart?” He grunted out, “This what you been beggin’ for all day? Just needed my cock in you?” You whimpered, your voice shaking from the ferocity of his thrusts, “I know it’s what you wanted. Look at you… hasn’t even been half a minute and this pretty little pussy is fluttering around me. Don’t even have to touch your clit, do I? Make you cum… just… like… this.” He punctuated each word with a harsh thrust

Tears gathered in your waterline and he smiled down at you. He uncovered your mouth and ripped your shirt upward, smiling at the little bralette you wore beneath it. Red to match the hearts on your panties.

“How cute is that? All matching for me.” He grinned, watching your tits follow the momentum as he rocked you against the desk

“S-stephen…” You whimper, “S’big. C-cock is so b-b-big— fu—ck.”

“I know.” He pouts down at you condescendingly, “And this hole is so goddamn tight— shit, Baby Girl. You keep fuckin’ choking my cock.”

“I can’t help it…” You sob, “It’s— it’s so much. It’s too—“

“Oh, no, no, no. Can’t be too much, Little Girl. You can take it. You can’t be tired already? Only cum once for me. Gonna’ make you cum at least three more times.” Stephen brings himself back to his full height, reaching beneath your hips and angling you upward. You give another cry of pleasure and he shushes you, “Uh-uh. Gotta’ keep quiet for me. Don’t want anyone to hear you getting fucked in here, do you? Think of all the trouble we’d be in.”

He was drilling into your g-spot over and over and you felt like you weren’t on this plane of existence anymore. Because it was too much— but it was too fucking good to quit. His cock was stretching you in a way no one ever had… and he was so fucking deep. Christ, he must be massive.

“M’sorry, sorry.” You say as quietly as you can, “It just feels so good, Stephen.”

“Yeah, Sweetheart? Everything you hoped it’d be?”

“B-better…”

“Cum for me again. Wanna’ feel you cum on my cock.” 

And again your body obeyed him. He watched as your back arched, shoving two fingers in your mouth as it opened. You grabbed onto his wrist and suckled on his fingers, staring up at him all teary-eyes and lost. Nothing but him, only him. Stephen withdrew his fingers from your mouth and started circling your clit and you whined, shaking your head, but not able to say a word against the action. Too blissed out to care.

“Feel so good, Sweetheart. So damn good.” Stephen grunts out above you, “Gonna’ give me another? No holding back, remember?”

You shake your head, “S’too—“ You give a cry as Stephen jackhammers into you, “S-stephen, too much, please…”

“Please to another? I think we can make that happen.” He grins down at you evilly, “You want it on my cock or you need my mouth—“

Stephen paused entirely. His thrusting, his speech. He put a hand over your mouth and held a finger to his lips once more, looking toward the door, listening intently. Your eyes went wide when you heard the handle on the door turn, but Stephen just watched, not moving a muscle, not moving to pull out or pull away in the slightest. When the intruder realized the door had been locked— you weren’t sure how, you hadn’t locked it when you closed it, they called out.

“Master Strange? Are you still here?”

Stephen gave you a small smile and drew his hips back, resettling in you slowly as he replied, “Yes, Master Wolfe, just finishing some work up for the day.”

“May I come in? I’d like to discuss what I saw during sparring this afternoon. I can’t find Ms. Y/L/N—“

“Yes, she’s at the New York Sanctum playing maid as punishment.” Stephen continued pushing in and out of you, “Though, wouldn’t be surprised if she’d finally managed to open a portal to escape her punishment.”

“Oh, alright.” Wolfe hesitated before asking, “You know— there’s no technical rule against relations between a student and Master. But… it’s still frowned upon by many.”

Stephen rolled his eyes and leaned down over you, his nose brushing against yours as he circled small tight circles around your clit and called back, “And what about two Masters fooling around, Sarah? You’ve been making an awful lot of trips to the Sanctum recently—“

“Stephen!” She exclaimed, but you could tell from her tone that the observation startled her

“I’m just saying— most would find it rather uncouth for the Sorcerer Supreme to be distracted from his duties—“

“He’s— we are not!” Wolfe stuttered out, “Strange, you open this door right now and come speak to me, or I’ll open it myself.”

“I really doubt that’s something you actually want at the moment.” Stephen warns, “Though, given I’m here, the Sanctum is rather empty. I’m sure our Supreme is unoccupied for the time being.”

There was a pause at this and you had to bite into your bottom lip to stifle a giggle. Stephen smiled back at you, his shoulders quaking with amusement. What an odd position to be in— though you were undeniably turned on. The man wasn’t even willing to pull out of you to go settle the conversation. While Stephen waited for an answer he reached up and pulled the cups of your bra off your tits. He immediately leaned down and began to suck on one, his hand leaving your clit to toy with the other. You threw your head back in pure delight, and Stephen smiled to himself when your walls fluttered around him.

“I think I see why Wong is so perturbed by you now.” Wolfe mutters through the door

Stephen picks his head up long enough to reply, “Wong only pretends to be perturbed, he’d fall apart without me.” And reattached his lips to the opposite nipple, making your back arch, your hands flying to his hair to keep him there— fuck, that mouth

“This conversation is not through.” Sarah says before the sounds of retreating footsteps echo down the hall

Stephen immediately praises, “Good girl… so good for me, Sweetheart.” He kisses up your neck and bites into the soft skin making you whimper, “I’ll only take one more from you, after that you just have to wait me out.” He starts thrusting into you more insistently again and grins like the devil, “Unfortunately for you, you’ve severely underestimated my stamina.”

You shiver as his warm breath touches your neck and nod, “Yes, sir.”

He looks down at you softly, a moment of tenderness showing through as he asks, “You are okay, aren’t you?”

You nod and return a soft smile, “I’m okay, Stephen.”

“Good.” He changes his pace, thrusting into you slow but hard and laments, “You know— shit— I wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again.”

“Mm?” Is all you can hum out in response

“If you learned to behave yourself, that is.” Stephen admonishes, “Can’t go around humping yourself against me like a bitch in heat in front of other people— holy fuck, Baby— pussy’s so tight, she always this tight?” You flutter around him and he smiles, “God, you love hearing how much I love this pussy, don’t you? You love hearing how good you are for me.” Stephen reaches back between the two of you to toy with your clit, “And you are so, so good. Such a sweet little girl when you’re getting what you want. And what was it you wanted this whole time, huh? Remind me.”

“Y-y-you, Stephen. W-want you to f-fuck me like this.” You pant out, clawing at his back as electricity courses through your body, “I’ll be good from now on— p-promise.”

“Mm, don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sweetheart.” Stephen teases, “But if you are good, remember where you end up. Laid out on my desk and dumb and fucked out.” 

You nod, “Yes… yes, sir.” You agree, “Y-your cock is so big. It hurts.”

“Mm…” Stephen smiles against your shoulder, “I know it does. But it hurts so good, doesn’t it?” You nod emphatically, “And you take it so fucking well. I’d take you for a whore if you weren’t so clearly desperate for me and me alone.” Your nails digging into his skin felt like heaven to him, “Be a good girl and cum for me one more time. After that you just have to lay here and let me play with you. Don’t have to move, don’t have to speak… just gonna let me use this pretty body, yeah?”

“Yes, sir…” You manage out, body in overdrive and mind reeling, on the verge of an explosion

“That’s right. Good girl. You gonna’ let me cum in you too? You want to take it in—“

Stephen was cut off by an obscenely loud moan as your orgasm ripped through your body. He didn’t let up as you convulsed beneath him, grinning ear to ear at the the idea that such a simple suggestion sent you hurling toward your finish.

You were filthy.

“Good girl, so good for me.” Stephen praises, “Now just give me about fifteen more minutes, Baby. I’m gonna take my time with this…”

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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

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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."