themoonhauntedmyillusionss
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Marvel women, written by men: ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธI canโ€™t have babies ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ข Iโ€™m a monster ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข yes this is the deepest my backstory can get btw ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜จ isnโ€™t it harrowing ๐Ÿ˜ฑ
Marvel women, written by women: I will subject an entire town to my will if it means the chance to see you again. I will drink my grief, knowing I am damned and that I cannot protect you, and will still sing out my heart to crowds of thousands in the hopes they will keep you safe when Iโ€™m gone. I crave power so intensely that it has overpowered any sense of loyalty to anyone, and I will betray again and again and again, but I will still be wounded when you betray me because it was you. It was you.
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๐‘ถ๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“ (๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ถ๐’๐’†)
๊œฑแดœแดแดแด€ส€ส: ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ซ, ๐–๐š๐ง๐๐š. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐๐š ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐š๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐.
แด˜แด€ษชส€ษชษดษข: ๐–๐š๐ง๐๐š ๐Œ๐š๐ฑ๐ข๐ฆ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ฑ ๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ
แดกแด€ส€ษดษชษดษข๊œฑ: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ฉ, ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐‘พ๐’๐’“๐’… ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’•: 4.6๐’Œ
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๐™ณ๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š›: ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š” ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š†๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŠ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š• ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š•, ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šž๐š™ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ. ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šž๐š™๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ผ๐™ฒ๐š„ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š๐š’๐š ๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š“๐š˜๐š‹ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š, ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š'๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ.
๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š—๐šŠ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š†๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŠ ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘.
๐™ฐ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜, ๐™ด๐š—๐š๐š•๐š’๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ, ๐™ธ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐šž๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š.
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Baby, am I your little secret?
Iโ€™m old enough to keep it
โ€œY/N! Hurry up, please. Wanda is waiting for us!โ€ You groaned as your mother yelled from the living room. You were fully aware there was absolutely no need for you to take so long to get ready; your momโ€™s best friend had invited you both to her house since her boys were at their fatherโ€™s for the week. Your mom had politely asked you to cancel any plans you had with your friends since she believed her friend needed some company because of the messy divorce she was currently going through. You had pretended to huff and puff while trying to convince your mother to go over Wandaโ€™s alone, but she had (luckily) insisted for you to go as well, which made you extremely happy due to the fact that you had an embarrassingly huge crush on the woman since you and your mother had come out of hiding.
It had been two years since the two of you had finally been able to come back to your birthplace. You had spent most of your life in hiding, and your mother had never fully explained to you why you had to go into hiding in the first place. The only thing you were aware of was that it had something to do with her job, which, again, you had no specific idea of what it was. You had met, in the last two years, her coworkers, but none of them had ever said a word about the job; not even Wanda had told you, and you had no idea why.ย 
You had once heard a conversation between your mother and Tony, which was somewhat their boss from what you had gathered so far, but they were just talking about how much your mother was lucky that you had never seen or heard anything about what had happened before the two of you got into hiding, but you had no idea from whom you shouldโ€™ve heard something since no one was even willing to talk to you about it.ย 
Anyhow, you were now trying to look as good as possible to go over to Wandaโ€™s, not that the redhead would even notice; sure, she was nice, but she was also your momโ€™s best friend, so she obviously saw you as her own daughter from the moment she reconciled with the both of you after 16 years. Wanda would probably make a comment about how you looked nice, grown up, or even like a lady, but she would never look at you as you wished she would. Sighing at your own thoughts, you ran your fingers through your hair, trying not to make them look as curly as the iron had made them. You didnโ€™t want your mother to notice you had tried to look beautiful for an easy dinner as that was going to be. You ran down the stairs, grabbing your coat, and you saw your mother waiting impatiently at the door. You rolled your eyes at her behavior, and then you smiled happily.
โ€œSo, are we going?โ€ You asked as your mother looked at you incredulously, almost giving you a piece of her mind because of how long she had to wait for you; you didnโ€™t give her a chance though; you just opened the door in front of the two of you and went outside. Your mother followed you, sighing. You held your purse closer to your face as you roamed your hands inside. After a few seconds you took out of your bag your pack of cigarettes, and you brought one to your mouth, lighting it up.
โ€œCare to tell me why on earth it took you so long to get ready? Itโ€™s not even like weโ€™re going to some fancy dinner or place.โ€ Your mother didnโ€™t even bother to scold you for smoking; she was as sure as heck against it. The two of you had fought for almost as long as you had been smoking, even if you were in hiding when you started. She knew those years were difficult for you; you had no one to talk to beside her, you had no friends, you couldnโ€™t make friends, you never went to school. Your mother had taught you everything you knew, which was everything she knew, everything she had ever learned, from talking to reading and writing. She tried to teach you as many school subjects as she could; she taught you grammar, math, history, and geography. The one thing your mother sure as hell knew and taught you perfectly were foreign languages; you had no idea how or when she had learned them, but she managed to teach you French, German, Russian, Chinese, Italian, and Latin.
โ€œI did not take long to get ready; I just didnโ€™t want to come.โ€ You replied, taking a puff and smiling to yourself. Your mother had absolutely no idea you would have spent even more time to get ready to see Wanda, if only you couldโ€™ve been sure she would never get suspicious about it. You got in your seat and you fastened your seatbelt; your mother drove off while you rolled down the window.ย 
โ€œY/N, itโ€™s freezing outside.โ€ It was the same argument your mother made every time to guilt-trip you into stopping your addiction to those cigarettes she hated so much. Not once did she actually manage to make you stop, but that never stopped her from trying. โ€œSo, Tony managed to find a way for you to take those exams we talked about.โ€
โ€œHe did?โ€ You basically screamed and jumped in your seat. Your mother and Tony had been trying to find a way for you to actually not having to go through all those school years you had missed. You knew Tony was extremely rich and powerful, but yet you had no idea how he had managed to do such a thing. His plan was for you to take an exam for each subject that was considered necessary for basic knowledge and for the college you wanted to go to. When Stak first talked to you about his idea, you immediately refused. You had no idea how you were supposed to study for an exam; you had no idea what schools usually expected for exams; you werenโ€™t even sure you knew enough stuff to pass it. Your mother, on the other hand, was enthusiastic with the plan; she was so sure she had taught you everything you were supposed to know; she even stated that you knew more than most of the population of the US, but still you werenโ€™t sure.ย 
Of course it was Wanda the one to change your mind; she made sure to plan out some mock exams for you, she made sure you were taught how to properly study, and she assisted you in everything you possibly needed. Your mother helped her do everything, of course, but it was her approval and her faith in you that made you a bit more confident in what you were capable of.ย 
โ€œSolnyshko, you are perfectly capable of passing every exam they could put you through. Iโ€™m already sure you are, but if you donโ€™t have that much faith in yourself yet, I will make sure you find out how brilliant you are.โ€
And just like that, you called Tony yourself, and you asked him to do everything he could to let you take those exams.
โ€œHeโ€™s Tony; of course he did.โ€ Your mother smiled at you; you could see how she warmed up as soon as she saw how happy the news made you. You were so lucky to have her; despite your arguments, the two of you were everything you both needed to carry on; she made sure you knew that from the very moment you took your first breath alongside her. You knew the bond the two of you had was the strongest thing in the world. Even if during those years in hiding you suffered, and you were positive your mother suffered as well, probably more than you, she always made sure to let you know you were loved. She always reminded you of all those people who rescued you when you were a baby, who saw you take your first steps and cheered with her when you called her "Mom" for the first time. In those 16 years, she never once let a single doubt about how much you were loved even cross your mind; she made sure you had everything you ever needed, even if it meant sneaking into shops, bars, or movies. You were extremely grateful she was the one to choose to keep you when they rescued you; you didnโ€™t even care if you had had to spend all those years locked away from the rest of the world because you had the most caring, strong, and important person with you all the way. โ€œWhat are you thinking about?โ€ Your mother asked, looking at you curiously; lately she had a hard time figuring out what was going through your head. When the two of you came back to your birthplace and finally managed to live a normal life, your mother knew that a lot of things were about to change. She knew you were going to start questioning a lot of things, that you were going to figure out a lot of stuff that you didnโ€™t even know existed before, and most of all, she knew that all those fights the two of you didnโ€™t have during your teenage years were going to happen all at once. She was ready for that; what she wasn't ready for was for her not to be able to understand you anymore.
โ€œI love you, mom.โ€ You blurted out without even thinking; it had been quite a while since you had said it out loud, and now you were regretting waiting so much to tell her because she was your whole world still, and you needed to remind her of that. You needed to remind her that no matter what had changed or what could still change, no matter what happened in the world or around you, nothing was ever going to break your special bond. You kissed her on the cheek before looking out the window. โ€œOh, weโ€™re here. I was so caught up in my own thoughts I hadn't noticed.โ€ You smiled at your mother before getting out of the car.ย 
As soon as you shut the door, you heard the gate behind you squeak. You immediately turned around to find yourself in front of the woman of your current dreams. Her long, wavy red hair was let loose and was framing her face as if she were a portrait. Her green eyes were soft and kind, as you had always seen them; her smile was genuine, not as happy as youโ€™d wished it was, but she was getting there; you knew it. She was wearing a pink minidress, which seemed more of a combined blouse and skirt, with a pair of not-so-high heels. She looked immensely beautiful, and you wouldโ€™ve told her so if it werenโ€™t for the tiny fact that she was 34 years old and you were 20, she was your motherโ€™s best friend and coworker, and she was straight, recently divorced, and a mother of two.ย 
Just your average-looking relationship.
As you approached Wanda, her smile widened, and yours did too. She opened her arms in your direction, waiting for you to fall into her embrace, just like you always had done. She obviously had no idea the reason why you loved her hugs so much. She had no idea you loved feeling so close to her; you knew it was the only way you had to feel it. She had no idea you loved her perfumeโ€”the one you were so obsessed with, the one that was all her. Most of all, she had no idea if it were for you; the embrace would last forever.ย 
โ€œOh, how are you, detka?" The redhead asked you, and you shivered hearing her accent. You briefly wondered if she could feel it too, but you tried to shake those doubts off because you knew you couldnโ€™t get too lost in your thoughts when you were with her; it was like she could hear them, as if she had a gift.
โ€œSheโ€™s stubborn as always, Wanda. Can you believe she took more than an hour to get ready just because she had wanted to do something with her friends instead?โ€ You heard your motherโ€™s voice behind you, and you rolled your eyes as you took a step back from your heaven. You felt guilty for letting Wanda think you didnโ€™t want to come, to let her think you would put anyone before her, when she was the only thing you could ever think about, from the very moment you opened your eyes in the morning until you fell asleep. Even then, more often than not, you would dream about her.ย 
โ€œYou should stop putting your daughter in awkward situations, Nat; Iโ€™ve told you this before. Anyway, I can totally believe she took more than an hour to get ready. Ty vyglyadish' prekrasno, sulnyshko.โ€ You looked up from the very interesting spot you had found on the ground, and you stared into those beautiful green eyes. Wanda was smiling at you, and you had no idea what she had told you; her dialect always reminded you of Russian, but you knew she was Sokovian, and you didnโ€™t know a single Sokovian word. You knew she was talking to you because you recognized the pet name she had started calling you as soon as you and your mother had come back. Sulnyshko meant sunshine, or little sun, which was the literal translation and also the one you preferred. She always called you that, and each time you blushed heavily, you could feel the warmth reach your ears, and you knew she noticed it every time too, because after feeling your face and ears get warm, youโ€™d notice her smile widening.ย 
โ€œShall we get inside?โ€ Wanda asked, her gaze shifting from looking closely at your reaction to looking at your mother and gesturing for the both of you to get inside. Your mother nodded, and the three of you entered her house. It was warmer than you had expected; you didnโ€™t know if it was because the redhead knew you would be there or because she was getting better at taking care of herself and not basically almost freezing herself to death.
You knocked on the door; you knew you shouldnโ€™t be there, but your mother had just finished telling you that the day before she had gone to Wandaโ€™s, she had found the woman curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV screen, which had been off.ย 
You were worried; you knew she hadnโ€™t invited you to her house, but you needed to see her; you needed to know she was at least managing. You had no idea why the joint custody of the boys seemed to be a problem; it was one of the many topics no one seemed to want to explain to you. The only thing you knew was that Vision might get full custody, and you were sure Wanda was not taking it well.
It had been some minutes and no one had answered the door. You didnโ€™t know if you needed to be relieved, if maybe she went somewhere with her children, or if you had to be even more worried than you already were. You tried knocking again.ย 
The door swung open in front of you, and you found yourself looking at the woman you loved had a huge crush on; she seemed angry, stressed, and sad all at once.ย 
โ€œIf Iโ€™m not answering, maybe I donโ€™t want to be bo - Malyshka. Hi, what are you doing here?โ€ She stopped her yelling as soon as her eyes landed on you. You wanted to disappear from her porch cursing yourself for bothering her, but she was now looking at you with so much love and affection that you couldn't do anything else than hug her.ย 
She didnโ€™t hug you back immediately; you felt her body stiffen at first, but slowly you felt her arms circle your figure and her own loosen up; you almost felt as if you needed to support her before she fell to the ground.ย 
You hugged for what felt like hours, days even, but you didnโ€™t let go; you never wouldโ€™ve.ย 
โ€œMay I come in? I was worried about you, to be honest.โ€ You mumbled into her shoulder; you heard her sigh, she didnโ€™t like to be rescued. Wanda let go of your body and gestured for you to get inside. You gave her an apologetic smile as you stepped into her house. As soon as Wanda closed the door, the slight warmth coming from the sun was gone, and you found yourself in a freezing room.ย 
โ€œDo you want some tea? Or coffee?โ€ The redhead asked you, acting as if nothing was off, as if her house couldn't compete with Santa Clauseโ€™s; but you were there to make her feel better, and you were going to do just that.ย 
โ€œLet me take care of that; is that okay? Maybe you could wait in the living room or on the couch, whatever you prefer.โ€ You smiled at her as she nodded; she went off to the couch, and you went to the kitchen, starting on making some tea. As you wandered around the kitchen looking into the cabinets to find something to eat along with the tea, you decided to just bake some cookies. Wanda had not much to eat.ย 
You added that to the list of things to worry about, and you started to make the dough. You were so lost in cooking that when you turned around and found Wanda sitting at the counter, you jumped and almost screamed.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t mean to startle you. I just didnโ€™t want to be alone on the couch knowing you are here,โ€ the redhead explained to you, and you smiled at her. You took her hands in yours and nodded. You then turned around once again and grabbed two mugs. You poured some water into them and placed Earl Gray in her mug and orange cinnamon in yours.ย ย 
You took your seat beside her and waited for the tea to cool off a bit. You noticed Wanda was grabbing the mug tightly, as if she were trying to warm herself up; you wondered why she wasnโ€™t turning on the heat if she was cold.ย 
โ€œI was wondering... do you mind if I turn on the heat just a little bit? I donโ€™t know about you, but I would love it a bit warmer in here.โ€ You tried it this way; maybe if you made it about you and not about her, she wouldnโ€™t feel like you were trying to help her or rescue her and would agree with you.ย 
โ€œOh, Iโ€™m sorry, it didnโ€™t occur to me you might find it cold in here. Iโ€™m used to it; I donโ€™t usually feel that cold, but if you want, I can turn it up for you.โ€ You nodded gratefully and smiled victoriously as you watched her make her way to the thermostat. She was soon back at your side, and you both drank the tea in silence. You looked at her from time to time, but she was always looking down into her mug, as if she had found something interesting inside.
When you were both finished with it, you grabbed the mugs and washed them. You looked at the time and noticed the cookies still needed 20 more minutes. You didnโ€™t want to overstay your welcome, but you wanted to make sure she was going to eat something. Conflicted, you tried to make a good impression anyway.ย 
โ€œCan I leave the cookies to your care? I think-โ€ Wanda didnโ€™t let you finish your sentence; she grabbed your hand as she noticed you rising once again from the chair, only this time there were no mugs to wash. You looked at her concerned and found her eyes looking at you hopeful.ย 
โ€œCan you stay some more time? I donโ€™t feel like being alone, and I really enjoy your company.โ€ Her lip was quivering, you didnโ€™t want her to cry; she probably wouldn't have done it anyway, not in front of you. In that moment, you had to take complete control of yourself and try not to stare at her lips when she needed you.ย 
You erased the distance there was between the two of you and hugged her once again; she immediately responded to the embrace this time, hugging you tightly.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not going anywhere.โ€
The dinner was pleasant, not that you ever had any doubt about it. Wanda was an amazing hostess, and your mother had always been amazing to spend time with. You had tried once again to ask them how they met; they both rolled their eyes at you, and while your mother laughed at you for never giving up, Wanda smiled at you apologetically. You were sure she wanted to tell you somethingโ€”anything of the things they were all keeping you out ofโ€”but probably they had made her swear she wouldnโ€™t.
You had noticed Wanda was restless that evening; she kept looking at you and then looking away, like you burned her with your gaze. She often blushed, and you had no idea why; she even had to pop a button of her dress or two open, but you didnโ€™t even have time to fully appreciate her beauty that she buttoned up again, in a rush. The redhead kept blushing, she kept fidgeting in her seat, she was always moving; even your mother noticed and asked her if everything was okay. Wanda just nodded and told her she was hot, brushing it off as nothing. You just didnโ€™t believe her; something was off, and you had no idea what that could be.ย 
Every time your mother and her friend talked about things only the two of them could understand, your mind trailed off, wandering to places and universes in which you and Wanda were together, in which you could admire her in all her beauty. You wished you really could see all of her; you wished you could kiss her every day, multiple times a day; you wished you could kiss every part of her; you wished she would kiss you too.ย 
You had recently found out about certain things you had not known before, the way one can enjoy a bit of pain during the pleasure, and the way sometimes it enhances the pleasure itself. So, each time Wanda would use her hands while talking, you would picture those hands gently closing around your throat while she soothes you but also pleasures you.
Your mind was so far gone during that dinner, and you were glad neither your mother nor Wanda noticed anything, except for when Wanda would occasionally look at you with those big green eyes, which seemed bigger than usual, just when you were thinking about things extremely explicitly. So then you felt guilty for thinking about such things involving her.ย 
โ€œSo, since it has been two weeks, do you have any news for us?โ€ Your mother asked her friend, and you wanted to curse at her. You knew what she wanted to know; she was waiting for Wanda to tell you how her week with her children was, if she had seen Vision, and if they had talked. You were worried Wanda just wasnโ€™t ready to talk about it, and, also, you really didnโ€™t want to know anything about the sperm donor.ย 
Your internal cursing at your mother and Vision was interrupted by the sweetest laugh you had ever heard. Wanda was looking at you, and she was genuinely laughing. You had no idea why; you hadnโ€™t talked or, wait...
โ€œDid I say that out loud?โ€ You asked extremely embarrassed; you were now sure that all those efforts not to make your mother or Wanda suspicious about your feelings towards the redhead were now useless. How could you have been so stupid toโ€”
โ€œNo, lisichka, I think Wanda here is being a little silly, isnโ€™t she?โ€ You knew very well that tone; your mother was warning Wanda, and you had no idea why, but you didnโ€™t like it. Whatever was the reason that made the redhead laugh was okay; she was laughing, and there was nothing more beautiful in the whole world. You wished to be able to hear her laughter every day, to be the one to make her laugh, to be able to laugh with her. You wanted to be able to sneak up to her, tickle her, and watch her squirm against your fingersโ€”
โ€œI- I think I need to go check on the dessert; excuse me for a moment.โ€ The redhead unwillingly interrupted you again. You noticed her blush a little before she made her way to the kitchen; you were now confused. You had expected for her to feel either intimidated by your mother or angry at her tone; you had not expected for her to blush and hide away. Your mother excused herself as well, saying she needed to go to the bathroom. You nodded and took that opportunity to stand up and follow Wanda to the kitchen, already planning to use as an excuse the fact that you wanted to see if she needed help.
As you entered the kitchen, you stopped your steps to look at the woman in front of you. She was leaning against the counter, both hands gripping onto it; she looked just beautiful. You got closer and you caught a glimpse of her legs, so smooth and long, and you lost yourself in your thoughts. The way you wanted to kiss them so badlyโ€”to touch them, caress them, feel them tremble againstโ€”
โ€œYou need to stop.โ€ Her voice was trembling; you had no idea what she was talking about. She still wasnโ€™t facing you, but you could see her whole body quivering, and for a moment you were worried she was hurt, that maybe she hurt herself in some way, so you made your way to her. As you got closer, her grip on the counter tightened, and her breath got more labored. โ€œThe things you do to me, with your stares, your looks. You have no idea of the way you look at me, like you want to devour me. And then your thoughts... I just-โ€
ย โ€œMy what?โ€ You were now looking at the woman confused; why was she walking about your thoughts? Sure, you always thought it was weird for her to always know what you were thinking about, but you always assumed it was because she knew you better than most people. Wanda turned around; she was now facing you; her eyes were dark, darker than you had ever seen them, and she was looking at you intensely. She started to walk towards you; she was merely inches away. You could feel her breath on your face, and you wanted to feel her even closer. She closed her eyes, and as she opened them again, everything was gone. You heard your mother walk close by and Wanda walking away.ย ย 
โ€œI burned the dessert, Iโ€™m so sorry. Nat, I think itโ€™s better for the two of you to go now. Iโ€™m sorry. I just need some time alone; I feel tired right now.โ€
And just like that, you and your mother were on your way home; Wanda had not said goodbye to you the way she used to. She didnโ€™t hug you, and you missed it. She didnโ€™t kiss your cheek, and you missed the feeling of her lips against your skin. The redhead didnโ€™t even explain to you what was happening before your mother came into the kitchen. You had no idea what you had done, but something had changed.
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 1 month ago
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covering her entire mouth with my hand to suppress her moans while we fuck at a party. bonus points if she bites my hand while i do it
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 1 month ago
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hear me out: putting your sub in a position where your strap gets so, so deep inside and making them say how good theyโ€™re feeling but every time they open their mouth, your hips give them a sharp, deep thrust that makes their words turn into a pathetic cry, not letting them even talk. thatโ€™s when you grab their face and say โ€œi told you to talk. real words, honey. or else iโ€™ll stop fucking you.โ€ now enjoy watching them struggle <3
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 1 month ago
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spooning except he is finger fucking you with one hand and covering your mouth with the other
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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Y/N: Hey Wanda, are you awake?
Wanda: What?
Y/N: Are you awake?
Wanda: Who do you think said 'what'?
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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Steve: Romanoff, what's your biggest fear?
Natasha: I'm the Black Widow, I have no fear.
Wanda, yelling angrily from a distance: Natalia Alianovna Romanova!
Natasha:
Natasha: I have one fear.
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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Wanda:ย [sees Y/N all dressed up]
Wanda:ย I see you have a date. Whoโ€™s the lucky one?
Y/N:ย โ€ฆ
Y/N:ย I forgot to ask you, didnโ€™t I?
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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Kissing you while my fingers move in and out of your pretty pussy.
You know I fucking love it when you have to stop the kiss to whimper and moan, though you try your best to stop it and I just have to grab your jaw to kiss you again.
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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โ€˜i adore youโ€™ iโ€™m gonna eat your pussy until your cum is dripping from my face, your legs are shaking and there are tears in your eyes from the pleasure <3
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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โ€œMommyโ€ makes me feral, โ€œbabyโ€ makes me meltโ€ฆ.but together?
โ€œShhh, baby. Mommyโ€™s working.โ€
โ€œMhm, Mommyโ€™s listening, baby.โ€
โ€œOh? I see. Mommyโ€™s baby is feeling so little, huh?โ€
โ€œAwe, come sit on mommyโ€™s lap then if you need to, baby.โ€
โ€œUse your words, baby. Mommy canโ€™t understand when youโ€™re mumbling.โ€
โ€œAww, baby itโ€™s okay that you canโ€™t. Just sleep on mommy, youโ€™ll feel better when you wake up.โ€
And yes, I was thinking about Wanda when I wrote this ๐Ÿคญ
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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Where are my sensitive subs at? The ones who can't handle multiple orgasms or too many fingers? That gets off on my eyes burning into her as I focus on pleasuring her. Who reaches out her hand for the little ounce of assurance. Yes, my pretty darling. You're doing so, so well for me. As she gets all red and shy for me, struggling to keep her eyes open. All she could think about was my hands all over her body. Treasuring every inch of it. It's okay, baby. Let go for me, you've been such a good girl for mommy. As I coax her into giving me one final orgasm.
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 2 months ago
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I need a woman with the insufferable need to mommy me.
She canโ€™t stop herself from pulling me onto her lap, too little to sit by myself, making me her little lap puppy.
โ€œCome here, baby.โ€
โ€œMommy wants to hold you, sweetheart.โ€
Stroking my hair as she mindlessly adds braids with her nimble fingers, too cute to keep her hands off, her baby to dress up how sheโ€™d like.
โ€œPretty girl, your hairs so soft from mommy brushing it.โ€
โ€œThis will look adorable on you, my little princess.โ€
Bouncing her knee anytime I get fussy, knowing exactly how to soothe me.
โ€œShhh, mommyโ€™s got you.โ€
โ€œMy poor fussy baby. Let mommy take care of you.โ€
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 3 months ago
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Mommy Wanda cooing at you, about how precious you are and how little. Much too little for the big things youโ€™ve been handling. Why donโ€™t you let mommy take care of it for you? You just sit nice and comfortable in her lap while she plays with your hair and promises everything will be okay.
Mommy will handle it. Thereโ€™s no need to go outside again.
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 3 months ago
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I am obsessed with the idea of a mean dom using every one of my words against me.
โ€œyou're the one who wanted to cum, aren't you?โ€ while she overstimulates me.
โ€œoh, you want me to stop? Okay, thenโ€ and she just stops, her hands immediately leaving my body, leaving me as a bothered and needy mess.
Like, there is no way I can win. every time i'll ask for something, she would use it as a chance to remind me who's in charge (definitely not me). she is the one who decides what happens, i don't get to make demands, and i'll learn my lesson the hard way.
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 3 months ago
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"You're mean ๐Ÿฅบ..."
"Yeah well, you're wet."
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themoonhauntedmyillusionss ยท 3 months ago
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Wanda :ย No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?
Y/N:ย Your life?
Wanda :ย I- well yes, but-
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