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[doesntseemfxir]

𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: we can all thank @caroldantops for this fic because one day they reminded me of 60s!Wanda eating a cookie at Dottie's PTA cult and my brain went to this

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; all fluff tbh, there's quick mentions of R wanting to be a sneaky little shit later, but that's it; just... soft happy Wanda and a lot of kisses

words: 1.8k

summary: my soul to keep AU; When Wanda suggests an afternoon picnic lunch, you bring her your favorite cookies. Maybe her happiness makes you confess something you'd planned to keep a secret... it's all her fault.

my soul to keep series. 

“What’s that?”

Wanda was peering over to the side of you, quick eyes having spotted your surprise for her before you could shield it again. You’d wrapped the plate of them under a cloth and packed them as gently as you could, but with all of your other food spread out on the blanket in front of the two of you, Wanda couldn’t help but notice you’d hidden something away. 

The picnic was her idea, suggesting you take advantage of the nice day with a walk and a lunch outside. You’d agreed of course, unable to resist the idea of meeting up with her when she’d asked so nicely, and told Wanda you’d see her later with food fit for a proper afternoon out. You hadn’t mentioned that you’d stopped by your favorite bakery to pick up cookies you’d wanted to have her try for a long time.

“It’s a cookie, silly.” You picked one up to show it to her, watching her face light up at the intricate designs made with icing on the top. She reached out to grab it, but you pulled it away just in time. Yes, the cookies were for her, but you wanted to give them to her yourself. “Ah ah, did you finish your lunch?”

Wanda held up the cloth napkin that had held her sandwich, showing nothing but bread crumbs left over. She did have a tendency to skip over food for sweets you’d found; as soon as you’d caught on, you were quick to try to set her right. It certainly wasn’t easy, but with the proper motivations -such as cookies- you’d persuaded her many times. “I finished it ages ago! And what’s a picnic without a proper dessert?”

The accompanying puppy dog eyes weren't necessary, but it did sway you to ignore the baby carrots she was obviously trying to hide with her calf. “Come here,” As soon as you pat your lap, Wanda was clamoring over, settling a leg on the outside of each of your thighs and scooting up until she was mere inches from you. “Someone’s eager, the cookies aren’t going anywhere, Wands.”

“With my luck, you’d eat them before I could come over and these are the prettiest cookies I’ve ever seen! I think I’ve earned the right to be excited!” She reached for the sweet again, but you held it high above her grasp, taking a little too much joy in watching her slump down and pout. You thought of making a joke at her sadness, questioning if you’d ever keep her from something so close she could touch, but then you remembered what exactly you were keeping from her and thought better of opening that door today. 

“Ask nicely and you’ll get it.” Anyone else you knew would easily overtake you to snatch the cookie from your hand; it wasn’t as if you had a tight grip on the thing, you just happened to be holding it up. But because Wanda actually settled and considered doing as you said… that’s why you’d even bothered with it. 

Your after lunch treat was savoring how adorably obedient your angel could be. 

“May I please have a cookie?” The request lingered in the air as you pretended to ponder, only cracking a smile when Wanda’s bottom lip started to quiver. Poor dear, you’d bought the cookies specifically for her and she could’ve taken them any time had she tried. “Pretty please?”

“Of course! Let me feed it to you? I don’t want you getting messy.” You fully expected her to draw a line there, insist she be handed the cookie, anything but give her shy nod of yes. Either she really would do anything for the treat currently or she didn’t mind the thought of you doing everything short of chewing for her— from what you’d seen of your behavior, you assumed it was a bit of both. 

Wanda opened her mouth just enough for you to place the edge of the cookie on her lips and as she took her first bite, you shoved down the voice in your head reminding you to have your fingers there instead later on. Her eyes lit up as soon as the sweet taste of the icing hit her tongue and her happy wiggles as she swallowed left you wishing you’d somehow known to record the moment. “It’s good? You like it?”

“So good, do you have these all the time?” Truly Wanda had never tasted anything so delicious and she wondered if eating food from your realm was so sugary because it was considered sinful. For the first time, she couldn’t find it in her to be worried; nothing this good could rightfully be shunned as off-limits for anyone. 

She stuck her tongue out for another piece, a request you granted readily if only to continue her little happy dance atop your lap. “The bakery is open regularly, yes, but I only get these on special occasions.” 

Wanda nodded as you continued to feed her the cookie, taking a cursory glance at where the rest of the sweets lay and counting them quickly. There were at least four she could see, but she doubted you’d let her eat them all now. Maybe if she was smart enough, she could sneak an extra one before bed. “What’s the special occasion today?”

“Oh… well-” Lying crossed your mind briefly. She’d believe whatever you told her surely; you could easily say it was your birthday or some other day she’d never actually check up on. But as Wanda humbly chomped away at the bits of cookie you kept offering her, all you wanted to do was tell her why you’d really made your quick side quest. “I suppose the occasion is you.”

“Me?” That made Wanda stop, staring hard at the last remnants of her dessert and then to you. “Why me?”

There was no one else around, not a single soul besides Wanda to bear witness to how much softness you were about to expose. That’s the only reason you did it. “Because this picnic was your idea and I… think it was an idea as cute as you are. These are my favorite cookies in the whole world and I hoped sharing them would make you smile.” 

The longer you talked, the quieter your voice went, losing your nerve as you watched wide green eyes process what you were saying. By the end you’d fully shrunk back against the tree behind you, trying to hide. Wanda was having none of it. “Awwwwww! You wanted to make me happy!”

“I always want you to be happy, I’m not a psychopath-”

“No no, but you’re trying to be nice to me!” Wanda surged forward, wrapping you in a hug tight enough you thought you’d choke. The small bit she pulled back didn’t help much because she was on you again in an instant, kissing your lips repeatedly until you too could taste baked goods on them. “You decided to be sweet today, you’re adorable. Thank you!”

You grumbled, but you didn’t try to push her away. If anyone asked you’d deny it and set them ablaze, but Wanda’s frenzied affection was always a favorite of yours. In the past few weeks, you’d been on the receiving end more often and strangely, instead of brushing her off, you found yourself wanting to bring it out of her more and more. Maybe it actually was impossible to resist an angel’s advances. “I am not adorable. And anyways, we’re talking about you so let’s just… focus on you.” 

“I do appreciate the cookies, but I’m nothing special. You know that.” Wanda’s gentle head shake, her nervous chuckle to try to brush off any discussion turned towards her, that made you more irate than anything. She was gorgeous, anyone could see that, and even more so Wanda was just so good that it hurt. 

Sweeter than any cookie or cake, Wanda Maximoff was the best being you’d ever set your sights on. You wanted her to know that, to feel how worthy of everything you thought she was. Thankfully, you were painfully stubborn and had all the time in the world. 

“What a naive little girl you are,” Messy fingers cupped her cheeks after you gave her the last bite of the pastry, rubbing your thumbs slowly over her perfect skin as she chewed hesitantly. “You are perfect and precious and oh so irresistibly cute.” As Wanda swallowed, you gave her cheeks a bit of a squish, nothing too hard but enough to purse her lips enough for you to quickly kiss. “Most importantly, you’re mine. That means if I say we’re having a day for you, I mean it.”

The last statement shone a glimmer through Wanda’s eyes, perking up with the idea of being yours. Nothing bad would ever happen to her if you allowed her to stay by your side and, contrary to all she’d been taught, she liked wherever you were miles more than home. You must’ve caught on to her excitement because Wanda watched your gentle smile stretch into a grin; she knew that look as you being up to something, but she could never figure out what. 

“You like being mine, sweetheart? Does that make you happy?” Wanda nodded her confirmation quickly, the soft glow on her features reassuring her actions. “Good because you’re all mine to hold and squeeze, and give cookies to whenever I’d like.” The brunette easily let you continue squishing her face, giggling each time you booped her nose with your fingertip. “My darling girl.”

“Only if I can stay yours forever…” Commitment was not your strong suit, not in the slightest. There was a reason why you never had a long-term partner and it was by design. Keeping everything surface level was historically better all around for you, but you had a hard time denying that hopeful face in front of you anything. “And if I can have that juice?” 

Even that. You’d deal with her hyperactivity later, for now, why not? “Of course, baby doll.” Raising the cup to her lips like you had with the cookie, you pulled it away before the liquid could overflow and chuckled at the faint line of purple now on her cupid’s bow. “I’ve tried my best and somehow you still ended up messy. What am I going to do with you?” 

Wanda sat still as you wiped stray crumbs and juice from the corners of her mouth, watching how focused you’d become in cleaning her off. And you wanted to insist that you weren’t adorable… Wanda didn’t believe it for a second. “Keep me forever? You promised!”

“I never promised.” Somehow her white dress had survived all courses of lunch, but with the way Wanda was staring down the remainder of purple liquid in your cup, you were a bit concerned it wouldn’t be so lucky for much longer. Maybe you really had signed up to take care of her for eternity. “Come on, let’s get you home. If you help me pack up, I’ll give you another cookie.”

[inluvwithfandom]

Yall its Natty's birthday 😭 can we please have some fluffy Nat fics? No angst please, especially not today 😢

@maximotts @anki-of-beleriand @natsxaddiction @natashaismylove @natashas-sunshine @natsfirecat @marvelnatswhore @marvelseries19 @marvels-writings @unfixqble @riveramorylunar @winters-witch-bitch @cthulhus-curse @gayerthanevertbh @doesntseemfxir @charturnus @dirtyvulture @darkwaveho @domromanoff

My fav fic writers, if i could add all the people im following i would, but that would take all day 😅

Im not saying yall have to write something, just me requesting/suggesting i know today's a sad day 😭

Also i appreciate every single one of you, your writing gets me through the day and fanfic, especially all of yours, is my main source of happiness, please keep writing you talented people, I love you and all the content you write for people on here that read the content and don't write, like me 💗💙💜😘

[katebishop-ladyarrow]

Need somethin new to read fic rec? I feel like Ive read it all

Hi friend! What fandoms are you into? Right now I can give you a bit of what I’ve read recently but I have dabbled in quite few through my time reading fics!

Marvel:

Where We Used To Love Our Hearts Out- GeryonWoods

If you’re interested in Kate and Yelena this is a no chronological story and the author is @clarabelacqua on tumblr. Posts quite a bit on here about Kate and Yelena and Clexa

Ghost in a Shell.- TheWorthyElevator

I love this one, it’s essentially an au about Kate being kidnapped and turned into the Winter Solider

My soul to keep- @doesntseemfxir

A readerXWanda universe about angels and demons, there’s three parts out rn and all of them are to die for. This universe is linked at the top of their profile, 18+

@kitmoas

In general I recommend anything this author does and puts out, one of my all time favorite authors, but I’ll link two of their most recent fics/universes

This is the newest installment of Gentle Sin, if you’re looking for a dark fic this is the one for you, 18+

This is a short series from the Training Grounds universe with readerXWandaNatXKate, this specific series focuses on reader with ageplay and I would highly recommend if you wanna see cuteness 😌💕

The 100

And Four Make Home- dreamsheartstory

This is a polyamory fic with Clarke, Lexa, Raven, and Octavia. This fic is honestly one of my all time favorites

[kitmoas]

I absolutely love the way you portray wanda and Im brand new on marvel tumblr got any wanda/reader writers that i should read i trust your opinion

first off! Thank you so much babes <3

Second...good Wanda writers..oh theres so many.. and thats so hard.

@maximotts (and her side blog @doesntseemfxir) -anything and any version of Wanda amazing.

@8bitscarlet - just know they wanna destroy your heart with their writing

@themidnightcrimson ....has me in a bit of a chokehold lately.

@temptationsbrew OWNS stepmom wanda and they have so many different variations of wanda

@radbearxxx has dark wanda. dark wanda supremacy.

(okay theres so many more but I'm just gonna stop there, these are the people I personally just always know they are gonna put out amazing Wanda content.)

Send stuff in for Kit's honesty hour

[ladyylesbian]

okay so most of you might have seen this coming, honestly, in my opinion, it’s been a long time coming. i’m going to take a hiatus from tumblr. after a rollercoaster of months, tumblr and everything surrounding tumblr has gotten an unfair block from me mentally. i’ve finally decided to focus on my personal life. i’m up for another promotion at my job and my partner is going to be visiting me next month and i’ll want to focus on us being together. i am grateful for so many wonderful people i’ve met on this platform and i wish you all the best. you all are more than welcome to reach out on discord or even text me (i swear i’ll reply just give me 3-5 business days), i love y’all.

in case anyone who follows me doesn’t follow these amazing writers then i’ll tag them below 🥰

@loqov @kitmoas @maximotts @cantcontroltheirfear @simpfornatasharomanoff @wellsayhelloaagin @silver-lotus @didujustcallmedumb @yourtaletotell @temptationsbrew @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @scarlettwlw @stealth-kittyy @doesntseemfxir @caroldantops @vancityfire13

[maximotts]

Just to make a lil announcement!

Because I don’t think I ever actually like, said it said it, I do have a side blog for my dark fics now @doesntseemfxir for things that will be more possibly deep content heavy!

I have a soft!dark wanda thing that I already announced buuuttt… some time soon, I’m going to talk about my darkWanda series because that trailer just threw my brain and I had to plan out a thing for it!

Alright that’s all, carry on! Happy Saturday! 💖

[doesntseemfxir]

https://serial-kissing.tumblr.com/post/684673616240082944/rolling-over-in-the-morning-to-give-your-partner-a

This is giving MAJOR mstk vibes, am I right ?

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No because you're genuinely so right oof

I happen to be procrastinating a little bit right now so I'm just gonna... write this down real quick... don't mind me, there's just a light little sleepy smut under the cut

It was barely morning when Wanda woke up, the smallest slivers of light peeking through the curtains you’d compromised and kept half open before bed. Wanda looked over to where you were sleeping, a quiet peace on you she couldn’t help but snuggle closer to. She carefully wrapped her leg around you, bare thigh resting on your soft stomach. Maybe it was because you were well acquainted to her closeness now, but you didn’t stir once, even when Wanda reached out a gentle hand to brush the wisps of hair that’d fallen into your face overnight. 

“You’re so cute,” Wanda whispered it so as not to wake you, a singular finger running over the space between your eyebrows that for once wasn’t scrunched up. “You just need to relax a bit, don’t you?” Her words were sleepy as she fawned over you, closing her eyes and letting her heavy head drop to your shoulder for a new pillow. It was only when Wanda tilted up, pressing a quick goodnight kiss to your lips that you started to wake. “Oh hello-”

There was only a second to speak before you’d pulled the brunette back in, locking her into a kiss she was happy to let you take control of. Both of you were tired, it couldn’t have been later than 5am— drowsiness didn’t stop your hands from wandering. “What are you doing up?”

Wanda whined as soon as you let your head fall back for a moment, suppressing a yawn in the crook of your neck. “I’m not really up,” she tensed the instant you touched her back, thumb stroking at the base of her spine, “I-It’s early so.. I’m going to go back to sleep..”

“Is that right, sweetheart?” You hummed contently, nuzzling your nose into Wanda’s sweet-smelling hair. There was no way you weren’t going to fall asleep again. Nothing could make you start a day before the sun was fully in the sky, but it didn’t take much work to enjoy some quality time with your favorite angel especially when you’d caught her in a private moment. Your free hand smoothed over the expanse of Wanda’s thigh, only pausing when you can grab a handful of her ass and squeeze— hard. 

She jumped instantly, a tiny squeak muffled by your shirt. You waited for her to stop you or push you away, but when neither happened, you took it as permission to continue your slow quest. Two fingers slid under the waistband of her cotton underwear, working their way around to her front before diving deeper and cupping her sex as you crashed your lips together again. Wanda bucked her hips up once, clearly expecting your hand to continue. You indulged her a little, sliding through her folds just to laugh when you found her wet; it was just too easy with her. The snap of elastic on her lower belly forced a surprised yelp into your kiss, shivering as your soaked digits made their way up Wanda’s abdomen, leaving a trail of her own slick in their wake. 

“Shh, you’re okay,” Possessiveness had you groping her breasts even while Wanda squirmed in your grasp. Her mouth hung open as the hand at her back rubbed the base of her wings, the need to sleep now competing with the throbbing growing between her legs. She knew you could feel it from where she lay spread open for you against her hip, her underwear never did a good job of hiding how hot and wet she’d grown, but you never complained. “So responsive, is that all for me?”

Wanda nodded, giving up on reciprocating any kiss, the lingering tiredness rendering her body heavy. She couldn’t see you, her eyes still closed, but she could easily imagine that pleased look you always had on your face when you had free reign of her. Wanda liked that look, she always knew she was doing well when she spied it. “‘M sleepy…”   You bit at her lower lip, rolling the peaked nipple between your fingertips as you thoroughly enjoyed your morning fun. Sleepy Wanda was such a calmly submissive Wanda, letting you poke and tease her however you pleased; for you, that beat any possible rest. Maybe you would become a morning person, at least whenever Wanda stayed over. “I know, sweet angel. You don’t have to do anything, just let me play with you.”

[doesntseemfxir]

𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑚 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: yea maybe this took me weeks to write... what about it.. this is the toy being mentioned btw

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut of the fluffy kind; toy use (vibrators); innocence kink gf/ corruption kink gf central; R continues to be a meanie to Wanda just for her own enjoyment, but she's a simp

words: 5.1k

summary: my soul to keep AU; Wanda hates being apart so much... you find a solution. For your own benefit of course, completely. Definitely not because you like her

my soul to keep series. 

“Are you going to send me home now?” 

Wanda knew the time of day; she grew to despise sunsets whenever she was with you. Since that first night outside, you’d been a bit more lenient, letting her stay and snooze for a while before you personally escorted her as far as you could to the boundary without detection. Sometimes if she protested enough you gave in and settled in for another night under the stars.

Those nights where she laid against your warm figure, snuggled into your chest with your arms covering her own, were her favorite. Nothing compared to the slow rhythm of your heartbeat as she fell asleep. You’d never said it aloud, but you loved holding Wanda at night too, knowing she was safe and sound and cared for. Even so, it was still outside and the longer the two of you spent together in the open, the more you risked being seen by another angel or worse, some ravenous night creature. “Do you want to go home?”

You were playing with her hair when she whipped around, shaking her head so violently you were shocked it didn’t fall off her shoulders. “You already know the answer to that question.”

Wanda hadn’t realized how lonely she was until you came along; now she knew that even her “friends” weren’t really that and with her family long gone, Wanda’s apartment always felt like it was missing something. She would love to bring you over, make you dinner, really do anything with you, but there was no way you could come close to her building. You never let her think about visiting yours; Wanda could go, but she’d be a target for sure. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to protect her from that danger, but it was a situation you’d rather keep clear of.

“Hmm…” It had taken what you charted as a few months to find the perfect solution. Something quiet, out of the way, but not difficult for either of you to get to. The hardest part was keeping it a secret; each milestone you passed working on your surprise, you wanted to come clean. Especially when Wanda gave you the saddest puppy eyes every night you stayed firm and told her to go home. She looked so dejected whenever she couldn’t convince you and it was those times you made sure to send her an extra heart or two in a text. 

Only to placate her, nothing else. 

Now that your surprise was done, it was only a matter of time before you could finally share… you just hoped Wanda appreciated it. “I have something for you. Would you like to see it?” 

She ignored the apparent change of subject in favor of whatever it was you had for her; maybe you wouldn’t make her beg to stay tonight. “Stop asking me stupid questions, of course, I want to see!” Wanda held out her hands eagerly, sadness forgotten while she awaited her gift. She was so excited, you almost hated that your surprise was a bit of a walk away. To you, it was worth the wait.

You got to your feet and helped Wanda to hers, dusting her off as if you’d accidently dropped your favorite toy in the dirt. “Come with me, I swear you’ll like it.” Wanda waved away her confusion when she noticed you were walking the opposite way of the heavens; she had never walked this far away before, she’d never had the need to. 

Everything she knew was right where she always was. You were the one thing she couldn’t have how she was now and that’s what powered her forwards, a deep desire to change into whatever it was that would let her stay by your side.

Wanda was too lost in her thoughts to remember how long they’d walked, but the sun had almost fully set by the time they got to your destination. Hidden behind a small collection of trees and bushes, you pushed open the short metal gate you’d fixed up just that morning as a finishing touch and stepped aside for Wanda to see what you’d been so eager to show off.

The small house was cute, nothing like she’d ever think you’d pay attention to, much more… for her? No, you hadn’t done this for her, just for the convenience, if this was even what you were trying to show her. Wanda hated thinking that you might be pulling some prank, taking her to some sweet cottage just to laugh at the hope that it’d been put together for her. “This… is it?” 

“So you can stop bugging me to stay, yes.” And so hopefully she’d choose to stay longer. 

“You’re always going on about wanting to do stuff together and this way, we can. When you want… no pressure..” As you watched Wanda’s shocked expression, fixed on the house, you realized this might have looked too forward. It wasn’t like you were asking her to move in. You both still had your own spaces, you could just… be with each other more. 

Wanda was fun to be around.

“You bought this…? For us?” Wanda finally looked at you, eyes filled to the brim with tears you couldn’t tell were happy or sad yet. Those ambiguous tears scared you; she was so emotional and you were the opposite. As fun as it was to overwhelm her, it was never your goal to do so in a truly negative way.

“Bought is a strong word. I’d put it more as ‘no one was using the space and I see it every day so I just… took it.’ Now, it’s mine.” There were no rules against stealing or squatting as a demon, but from the dirt and grime you’d had to scrub from this house top to bottom, no one would be coming after you to claim the property. The longer Wanda stayed silent, the more your uncertainty grew. Maybe this was too much. Of course it was too much; you’d gotten a house for the girl you had a weird, sadistic crush on. “You don’t have to go in. I’d completely understand if you’re uncomfort-”

“I love it.” She spoke matter-of-factly, walking to the front door without another word. Wanda always wanted a house, but never saw the point in it; what’s the use in a house with no one to share it with? But you’d unknowingly given her a dream she’d long given up on and no matter what the reason, her heart currently felt so fully she could burst. Wanda walked through the rooms excitedly, checking each to discover what they held and as you followed her through the house, you’d never been more grateful to have taken time to clean and furnish the place. She lingered in the kitchen, gushing over the thought of making you breakfasts— you weren’t one to eat much, but if she was that set on it, you’d oblige.

The bedroom was Wanda’s favorite on sight; it was cozy and warm as soon as she stepped past the threshold and she already couldn’t wait to lay down on the bed for a proper sleep. You stood in the doorway, watching her flit about from one corner to another, admiring each new thing she discovered. Wanda was the definition of a pretty sight; you could look at her forever.

When she acknowledged your presence again, it was with clear joy, rushing over to crash into you, bombarding you with a kiss to every part of your face she could reach. “You are the sweetest, you know that? I can’t believe you did all of this!” 

She was as giddy as a schoolgirl with how she was smothering you with affection and you let some emotion spring to the surface, returning her love with a few kisses to her happy cheeks; she was too precious not too. “Only so I don’t have to feel bad making you go home. You don’t make saying no to you very easy.”

Wanda grinned, grabbing your hand in both of hers. One look at the nervous shift in your eyes and she saw right through you. “Awww, you don’t like me leaving either.” 

“Just because you’re here sometimes doesn’t mean I’ll go soft on you. It’s still late and you should be in bed.” You ignored Wanda’s confused groan, ushering her over to the closet across the room. In bed, yes, but sleeping was the last thing on your mind.

“That’s not fair, I never go to bed this early.” Wanda protested, choosing to ignore the yawn that followed. Now that she had the space to spend as much time with you as she could, Wanda wanted to stay up forever, even if it was only to look at you.

“My house, my rules, angel.” That was a line you’d fully cash in on starting today.

Currently this was your favorite part of the house— a set of outfits you’d picked out just for Wanda. You told yourself it was because it’d look weird for her to be constantly carrying clothes back and forth, but really you were way too excitedly buying clothes on the internet for her to ever use that excuse. “You’re being silly…I can’t pick.”

You were already tying her hair back, undoing the zipper that held her dress together at the sides. There were a great many instances you’d dreamt of having her truly all to herself like this; you wanted the first time to be special. The soft drop of fabric never came, Wanda choosing to hold it to her body in a telltale moment of shyness. Still, she backed into you and you hoped you could still see your plan through. “I’ll choose for you. I can dress you up all pretty and then we can do whatever you want.  How’s that?”

“Only if it’s anything I want…” Wanda mumbled, stepping forward just enough where you thought she was going to rush into the bathroom. She surprised you when she stopped at the mirror next to the wooden wardrobe and finally let her dress fall, leaving her in her typical white undergarments. What she wore looked nothing like the things you’d filled the closet with, but you’d never mentioned having a problem with it. Wanda didn’t see the point in redressing really, but she stayed still as you unfastened her bra and didn’t protest when you had her stepping out of her underwear. 

Leaving her only for a few seconds, you snatched the short piece of chosen lingerie from the hanger before hurrying back to Wanda and guiding her arms above her head. You noticed her shiver, the house not having heated up fully yet, and while you were eager to see what she looked like in the silk teddy, you could never resist a chance to play with her. “I’m sorry you’re cold. We’ll fix you right up after I’m through, promise.” Wanda nodded, completely unaware how exactly you planned to warm her past the warm cuddles she loved so much. 

Mindful of her wings, the dress slid over her head easily, soft fabric brushing her goosebumped skin and providing no warmth, but she saw how you stared at her now —a dark look Wanda only caught every once in a while— and she couldn’t help but feel that little flutter deep in her belly. “Do I look okay?”

“Oh darling, you look much more than okay. I just forgot one thing, stay right there.” When you’d first bought it a few weeks ago, you were unsure if you’d ever use it, but seeing Wanda now standing in the clothes you’d bought for her, in the private place you’d set up for just them, you knew this would be a perfect time to introduce something else new to Wanda. 

It wasn’t a big object, Wanda barely saw what you had in your hand before you were right in front of her again. Even then, she couldn’t make sense of the thin straps hanging from the small silicone piece in your hand besides noting it was shaped like a butterfly. It didn’t look like it should function as anything, but once you were guiding her legs through the loops and letting the main part rest against her mound, she had questions. 

“Is this part of the dress?” Surely it couldn’t be; what was the point of having something decorative under lingerie? Wanda was already certain this wasn’t the type outfit you’d let her outside in anyways. 

“It’s a special toy just for you,” Wanda had to turn her head when you knelt before her, kissing the tops of her thighs while you adjusted the new addition until it nestled right against her sex. A strong hand gripped her leg to settle her squirming, letting your lips trail over the junction of her hips, “You’ve been so agreeable and I’ve been waiting to spoil you just a little.” 

Since day one, Wanda had been warned away from indulgence of any kind— she’d never been great at obeying that rule. Maybe not fully spoiled, but well sheltered, Wanda couldn’t see too much harm in letting you take care of her. She liked the attention, loved it even, and the more things she tried for you meant more time spent together and she’d never say no to that. Being here in this space meant she didn’t have to worry about going home to her empty apartment tonight at least and she hoped that maybe, just maybe, if she continued being good you’d let her stay longer than one night. 

“Can it be my turn now?” Her hopeful question met confused ears, having completely forgotten you’d promised to let her decide how you spent the rest of the night. You cracked a smile before Wanda could ask again, standing and slipping the tiny remote she hadn’t yet spotted into your back pocket. She shifted in place just enough to be noticeable, still worried that you might go back on your promise. 

But you’d let her have her fun. Whatever it was, you’d already ensured you’d be having yours at some point as well. “So eager… Did you already have something in mind?” 

Her quick nod confirmed it, face lifting in excitement. “Okay uh… get on the bed… please!” Wanda followed her own command before you could, climbing atop the large mattress and letting it bounce as she folded her legs under her. The dress you’d picked accentuated each movement and it sat perfectly on her hips as she settled in the middle of the bed. 

A small piece of you toyed with just turning your device on now, sitting back and watching Wanda twist and writhe on the bed you’d made up just for her. She was too trusting for her own good, seemingly not a singular sense of danger in her pretty little head. With this house, you could do anything to her, an angel captive in a demon’s new dwelling… and your favorite plaything had just walked right in. Thankfully all you wanted was her and you loved her silly games and naivety— Wanda didn’t know how lucky she was you’d been the one to find her that first day. 

After kicking your shoes off, you took your place in front of her, sitting with your legs crossed and waiting for your next instruction. When none came, you knew you’d have to prompt her into her own idea. “You know you didn’t have to claim a turn just for me to sit and admire how beautiful you are.” 

Wanda blushed at that, watching your hands slide up her bare thighs slowly. She still didn’t understand the point of wearing what you’d put her in, but the one glimpse she caught of herself certainly didn’t make her displeased with her appearance. If you liked it as well, handing her compliments that she’d always seen her friends get, but never received herself, Wanda would put on whatever you chose. It fit, really, considering her game was also inspired by what she’d only observed from afar. 

At parties her friends would leave her, often with another partner, promising they’d be back, but almost never actually returning. She knew they’d picked some private room or another, and only knew parts of what they’d gotten up to by listening to them gossip in the days following. Maria was the loudest of them all, always bragging about who’d she’d kissed and how they’d behaved. Wanda didn’t understand most of it and whenever she asked for clarification, they’d laugh and tell her to grow up, but she knew enough to know their activities started with a kiss. 

That’s what she wanted. Not just one kiss, or the few stolen kisses you’d given her whenever you’d met so far. She wanted whatever her friends did; Wanda didn’t know how to ask for it, but she was sure you knew enough to catch on to what she wanted. Hopefully. “I think we should kiss now.” 

Her determined face was the only thing that held back your laughter; Wanda was serious. “We had to sit here to kiss?” You gripped her thighs just enough to pull her a tiny bit closer, just to be able to lean in and reach her lips at will. You’d done it every time you’d seen her; Wanda knew she didn’t have to do all this for a simple kiss. 

“Sometimes people kiss on beds or rooms! They’re gone for a long time and it’s… different. Show me.” Wanda leant forward now, her arms resting loosely on your shoulders. “I know you know, you said I could have anything.” The tip of her nose brushed yours before she closed the distance for a second, just to kiss your cupid’s bow. True, Wanda didn’t know what she wanted, but she trusted you not to steer her wrong. You’d promised to show her things, to make her feel ways she never thought existed. Now that you couldn’t tell her it was too late or not safe outside, it seemed like the perfect time to ask. “Please…”

“Wanda…” Suddenly the toy you picked wasn’t enough; you wanted to fuck her. Take her and give her everything she was too sweet to know yet. It’d be so easy to push her back, fill her until she was crying and shaking… but no, that was too much for her right now. You’d keep Wanda as innocent as possible until she was begging for it, but when she did, you wanted her to know exactly what she was asking for. It wouldn’t be as fun any other way. 

You’d show her exactly what she was missing and tell her all about it while you did so that when you’d finally had enough, when your patience with your game had run thin and you were ready to give Wanda what she was unknowingly asking for now, you could make her beg explicitly for what she needed.

Maybe it was torturous, but Wanda wouldn’t know any better.

“That’s not a thing good girls ask for, you know?” Pulling back left Wanda pouting, upset that it seemed as though you too were denying her. Poor thing, you couldn’t say no to her forever. “I never said I wouldn’t do it, you’re just not ready for all of that yet! Don’t you want to be a good little angel?”

“I am good!” Wanda insisted, offended that you’d ever think of her as anything else. “Please can we just kiss then? I won’t ask for anything else today.” It was a fair bargain, all things considered. You still owed her and you could show her your new toy without letting her get too carried away. 

You pretended to think it over before nodding, cupping her face in your hands. You gave her cheeks a little squish, holding her still while she wiggled happily. “Precious girl… You look so pretty, how could I not kiss you?” 

Wanda was swept away instantly, letting you take over as you laid claim to her mouth. Between kisses, you’d begun to mutter the little praises she adored— how soft her lips were, the tiny noises she made whenever you nipped at them— each word sent sparks through her system until Wanda could feel the telltale tug begin low in her belly. The urge to shut her legs was strong, but she resisted, wanting to at least look like she was more resilient to you than this.

It really was so easy to stay against her lips forever; something about Wanda tasted inherently sweet, addictive… you had to have as much as you could from her. To Wanda, kisses were mostly short things, content to press your lips together in a series of pecks. So far that’s most of what you’d given her; if it was anything more, you’d been slow and careful. When your tongue slipped past her lips, more possessive than gentle now, Wanda shied away. 

But you were quick to bring her back. “I thought you wanted to learn? Let me take care of you, just follow my lead…” 

“O-Okay…” All Wanda could do was follow, opening her mouth readily this time when your tongue asked for entry. The smooth muscle ran along the perfect row of her teeth, but this time when it disappeared, you took hers with it, sucking on her tongue until you pulled a soft whine from her throat. She didn’t hate it, not in the slightest. In fact, Wanda wanted more instantly, pushing forward now each time you tried pulling back. Finally she felt she understood what was so good about a proper set of kisses; the closeness of a partner, of you, was something she wanted forever. 

Wanda was so caught up in what you were doing to her mouth, she missed your free hand slipping away from her and into your pocket, retrieving the remote you’d tucked away easily. The first vibration caught her by surprise, low and steady, just enough to be noticeable. She wanted to ask, but you barely gave her a minute to breathe, much less get a thought out. 

You had her right where you wanted her, one possessive hand on the back of her neck and the other controlling the toy buzzing between her legs. Wanda knew it was your doing; it had to be. The first time she was thoroughly kissed set her senses alight— you always knew just what to do for her. You watched her struggle with the new sensation, hips jerking ever so slightly as Wanda fought to hold it back. “You always get so worked up over the simplest things, sweetheart… we’ve kissed so many times.” 

“Not like this,” Wanda protested, shifting her hips back until her hands planted on the mattress. She’d found that with her legs apart, the flutters grew stronger and although Wanda tried to pull it away, the toy was strapped securely around her… she couldn’t escape it. Wanda didn’t dare to think about taking the small piece off herself; she wasn’t allowed to touch, especially not when you played. Not that she wanted to. “It’s tingly again..” 

“That’s what you asked for. Why else do you think people spend so much time in those rooms, hm?” You gave her mouth a break, sloppy kisses trailing down the column of Wanda’s throat. She was still squirming, rocking against nothing, getting used to the feeling of inescapable pleasure with an accompanying chorus of stifled whimpers. “I bet your friends get touched in all sorts of naughty places and haven’t even told you. You still want to try that?”

Wanda tried to speak an agreement, but it was all just a piece of a plea, willing to agree for the benefit of the growing wetness on her sex. Any touches at all she received only deepened her need, even if right now all you did was control the devious patterns strapped flush to her. Even in the privacy of your home, Wanda was afraid to be too loud, embarrassed already with the noises she couldn’t keep in. Her apprehension wasn’t nearly enough to deter you from goading her into being vocal. “Look at my pretty angel… It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yes…” Overwhelmed as she was, Wanda would never lie to you. Not when you were kissing along her shoulders so reverently and her admission was rewarded with a faster speed. Still, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying more. You were still calm so nothing could be too wrong; you’d never let her fall into something that’d harm her. “Better than the kisses you gave me there last time.” 

You scoffed at that, knowing you’d barely scratched the surface of going down on her. Perhaps if Wanda stayed around tomorrow, you’d show her that too. That would be a whole new bit of fun. “Oh no, Wanda, that’s different. Will you let me show you that too? I’ll tell you all about it and I promise you’ll be in love.”

She nodded distractedly, having sunk lower and found the edge of a soft pillow as leverage. Wanda discovered the perfect angle all on her own, having no idea how it happened, but grateful it did. Her movements were erratic still, struggling to find a steady pace, but frustratingly, you kept your hands off. The longer she went, the tighter her muscles grew, the harder she yearned to feel you on her. “I want you to touch me like you did before…” 

“Kisses only, Wanda, I promised.” In truth it was hard to keep your hands off, Wanda’s hunched over form giving you the perfect view of her breasts as they moved in time with her hips. You wanted to touch her just as much as she did, but you weren’t confident you could control herself, not when Wanda was still trying to kiss you, desperate, frantic little things just to have a bit more of you. “Besides, you’re already rubbing your needy little clit on your new toy, making our new pillows all messy… That’s better than me, you said.” 

The brunette shook her head; no mere object could make up for how your touch made her feel. If only you’d just… “N-No.. you instead…” Her eyes threatened to lose focus as she jerked particularly hard against the soft object, almost missing the satisfied grin plastered across your face. Wanda didn’t know why you looked so pleased, not when she was so close to something that threatened to overtake her senses. 

She hated that you wouldn’t touch her; Wanda would never compare you again, never insist that all she needed was a kiss. Her friends were stupid; there were things so much sweeter than a brief peck on the lips.“I feel uh.. I-I don’t know…” She knew; it was a familiar feeling, but she still lacked the words to tell you what it was. Wanda always wondered if you felt the same and if you ever gave into it.

Every time without fail Wanda ended up like this, on the precipice of something she couldn’t explain, but wanted to feel so badly she could scream. Soon it was hard for Wanda to keep her mouth closed, the vibrations sending pleasure so intense she was near panting. You loved her like this, toying with the remote until you leveled out the vibrations, giving Wanda a break before she fell over the edge you weren’t ready for her to get to yet. She took a few deep breaths, thinking she’d managed… until you turned the vibrator right back up again. “W-Wait!”

Wanda nearly doubled over, weak arms almost buckling under the force of being edged. Everything was so sensitive, too sensitive, and no matter how hard she flailed, the toy remained secure. If she was going to find out what this intensity meant for the first time, she needed it to be by your hand. That, she was set on. “Turn it off…”

“Off? But I thought you liked how it tickled?” Hungry eyes raked over her shaking form shamelessly, the thin straps of her outfit falling off her shoulders in Wanda’s distress. You wanted to rip it from her, ruin the dress you’d bought just to watch her naked and desperate right in front of you. Saliva coated your sharp teeth, the urge to tear the garment to shreds rising as Wanda reached out for you, crawling the short distance to fall against your chest limply. “You look so pretty dripping all over the sheets… What’s the matter, sweet thing?”

“I-I can’t.. I can’t, please!” If you’d let the toy go a moment longer, Wanda would’ve cum, her stomach twisted in such a knot the throbbing lingered throughout her core. She relaxed against you with a huff, her entire upper body weight hung about your neck; thankfully you could hold her with no problem. Frustrated as she was, Wanda nuzzled into the crook of your neck, mumbling something that sounded like a plea for more. She always wanted the ‘more’ part; one day soon you’d tell Wanda what it was. 

You let her settle finally, staying silent until Wanda’s breathing evened out, savoring the feeling of being allowed to hold her once more. Her clean outfit was wrinkled now, yet again leaving her cold, but without fail, your own body kept hers warm. She truly was tired now, worn out by your games, but Wanda needed to know one last thing. “Do you think I’m a good kisser?”

This time no matter how serious the question, you had to laugh. Of course that’s what Wanda worried about the most. Your lips met her forehead in quiet reassurance, giving her something to focus on as you gingerly shimmied the toy from her legs. You hadn’t just been teasing her earlier, Wanda truly had made a bit of a mess, inner thighs coated with her slick, and you just couldn’t help yourself. Two fingers dragged through Wanda’s sex, savoring how her muscles twitched against your legs, how she let you use her even in her oversensitive state. She turned away when you cleaned your fingers loudly, messily, ashamed of how wet she’d gotten just from kisses and a quick little game. 

But you forced her head back when you were done, smashing your lips together until you were sure Wanda could taste herself on your tongue. She was sure she’d hate it, but now her eyes threatened to roll back into her skull. When you pulled away, Wanda was truly dazed, face flushed and eyes glassy— fuck, she was perfect. Wet fingers went to squish her pink cheeks once more and you found yourself returning her lazy smile, “The best kisser I’ve ever had.”

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𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑖𝑠 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: innocence kink gf meets corruption kink gf.... that's all I've gotta say about this tbh. This AU is 100% pure self-indulgence

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut, manipulative under (over)tones; innocence/corruption kink; biting; nipple play; semi-clothed sex; oral kinda but not really bc clothes be on; heavy teasing; virgin Wanda stays that way bc reader's a nasty lil shit

words: 3.2K

summary: my soul to keep AU; Wanda wants more than to just be idly played with, but you show her that she's already in over her head

my soul to keep series. || masterlist.

When you brought Wanda out to the forest, it was under the guise of a picnic. The girl loved any opportunity to get away for a quiet afternoon and more importantly, additional time with you. Simply talking with you was strictly forbidden; it was said that one whispered sentence of a demon’s words in an angel’s ears would ruin them forever— you’d uttered many a sentence just for her and Wanda was still allowed in all of her typical spaces.

You were her friend, you never landed her into trouble even once; someone had to have forgotten to tell her demons weren’t all bad. Maybe it was a day she’d dozed off in school. Whatever it was, the way your tongue was currently teasing at her nipples could only be described as heavenly. “That tickles…”

“It tickles?” Wanda was too cute for words, soaking up every little thing you gave her in the softest of ways. You doubted she knew how to properly describe what your tongue made her feel; the closest word she had was a tickle and you couldn’t wait until the day you introduced her properly. “Where does it tickle?”

Wanda hesitated then, looking away from your smug face. She’d known you enough to realize she’d said something that exposed her inexperience; whenever she slipped up, you exploited it as much as she could. “I’m not saying…”

“Aww, but Wanda…” You bit down on her nipple cruelly, a tiny reprimand for her stalling. She squirmed away, rising higher against the tree trunk you’d laid her back on. “I won’t laugh, I swear. I just want to help.”

The midday light of the heavens shone down on the brunette, highlighting her skin, the radiance of her just barely fluttering wings— that light never hit you. Instead you stayed in the regular daylight, shadows never far from your form. Even the shade of the leaves didn’t fully keep Wanda away from that ethereal glow and as she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, you wondered how much time with you it’d take for that natural glow to abandon her. “Only if you promise to be nice about it?”

“Am I ever anything but nice to you, angel?” Wanda wanted to protest, but even when you teased, you never, to her knowledge, looked down on her. And she liked sharing her secrets with someone who wouldn’t shame her.

“Well.. it tickles here,” she touched the nipple your mouth wasn’t occupying, twisting it between her fingers like you’d shown her previously, “but also, here again.” This time Wanda grabbed your hand, pushing it between the two of you and resting it on her clothed sex. You always reminded her not to touch there; only you could— she trusted you to take care of her special parts.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Her arms trapped you in place, head settled between her breasts while you stared up at her. Without fail, Wanda was always whiny when you mentioned stopping your teasing. As torturous as it was, she didn’t know there was anything better to be had than when you’d given her. “Please don’t stop..”

Even through her underwear, Wanda was sensitive and as soon as you put the slightest bit of pressure, she was twisting and turning. “Stay still or I really will stop.” To the brunette, it was just a threat, but to you, it was a promise. You had no qualms with backing away and leaving her as she was now. It wouldn’t be the first time. She wasn’t allowed to cum, not that she knew what it was anyways, and in the short while you’d known Wanda, you knew no matter how cruel you were to her, she remained oblivious. Each time you tormented her, she sought you out harder, eager for every minute of undivided attention you gave.

Wanda was obedient as could be, ignoring that treacherous voice in her head telling her to talk back and stilling her hips. It wasn’t easy, having to remind herself of her instructions each time your thumb ran over her white lace. The fabric clung to her, giving you the barest outline of her cunt and you fought instinct to rip it to shreds— this had to be a slow seduction; if you stole everything from her too quickly, you couldn’t keep her the darling innocent girl you adored. “What a good girl… did you realize how wet you’d gotten from this?”

“I didn’t.. I’m sorry…” She was quick to try to move away, instantly scared she’d offended you, but you were faster and used your strength to grip her thigh and keep her in her place. If you were more careless you’d hold her hard enough to bruise, but Wanda was so delicate, her skin always free of injury… it’d raise too many flags for a demon’s handprint to lay claim to her leg suddenly.

One day when she was fully yours you’d mark her however you pleased.

“No need to apologize, dove, it’s cute…” Wanda whined as you stroked over her mound, relaxing fully once more. “You’re cute.” You focused on her clit, rubbing slow circles until her legs fell apart, testing your strict instructions by shimmying further onto your legs. “Does that still tickle?”

“N-No…I like it..” Her cheeks turned pink upon hearing your compliment; Wanda wasn’t stupid, she knew she was pretty. It was hearing it from you that made her feel special. No one looked at her how you did, almost like you wanted to eat her alive. Sometimes it sets alarms off in her head, but your protectiveness over her shut them off. You’d never harm her, not when you’d already had countless chances to already. “You really think I’m pretty?”

“I said cute, not pretty.” She’d frowned at that, even when you trailed kisses down her sternum. If only she knew what you truly thought of her. Sometimes even you didn’t like realizing what your persistent thoughts of Wanda might mean. “You’re more than pretty. I think you’re beautiful. The most beautiful little angel I’ve ever seen.” That righted her mood instantly and the girl erupted in a fit of giggles, her laughter like the more harmonious wind chime.

“If you think that much of me, can you take those off for me?” Wanda batted her eyes with the confidence of someone who always got what they wanted— even if they didn’t know what they were asking for. Besides, she was too precious like this, dress opened to expose her chest, skirt rucked up around her hips to grant you easy access as you pleased.

There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted to see her, but again you showed restraint. Despite your nature, you really did pace yourself with your conquest when you could just take and take until she had nothing left to give, but a girl like Wanda was one in a billion and you were determined to keep her that way as long as you both could stand it. “Oh, but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble. You’re such a sweet girl, you wouldn’t even know what to do.”

Wanda shuddered as your fingertips slid just past the thin material, just enough to feel how soft and warm she was. Oh no, there was no way you could hold off forever; demons were known to be tempting, but no one tells you how enticing angels are. Her inexperience intrigued you, but her own curiosity instilled such a hunger in you, it nearly ached whenever Wanda was too close to you. “Please?”

The plea almost did you in, but you shook your head, willing yourself to take control back. Sometimes you were too lenient with her, blinded by her sweet demeanor. “If you can tell me what you want before I’ve decided you’ve had enough then I’ll give it to you.” There was no way she could; Wanda had no idea how to say she needed your hands on her, maybe in her too where she always found herself clenching around nothing. She hadn’t mentioned that to you yet; Wanda knew you wouldn’t tell her until you thought she needed to know.

“I just… I want-“ The heel of your palm pressed hard against her, cupping her sex until she could feel her wetness sliding down her skin. It wasn’t fair how well you knew her, especially when she’d never been allowed to know herself in such a way. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t?” You leant in, descending on her once more and wrapping your lips around one hardened bud. Wanda keened when you sucked, back arching off the grass and forcing her breast further into your mouth. “You don’t know how to say you want me to lick your cute tits?”

Wanda shook her head; those words would never pass her lips, they couldn’t. She was certain she’d be damned for good. “I do like that..” The tip of your tongue swirled around her nipple, kitten licking it until the poor angel was bucking into your hand desperately. “I like when you put your mouth on them the best.”

It was the most she could manage, shuddering as you blew cold air over the wet patch you’d left. She was used to your touch being hot and more than once, she’d imagined you keeping her warm even on the windiest of days. You dragged the tip of your nose over her chest, rocking your hand between her legs steadily. Wanda was trying so hard not to visibly let on how close to her end she was getting, knowing you’d stop as soon as she showed it— but you knew signs she didn’t know she gave. The slight twitch of her thighs atop your legs, the way she sucked in a breath whenever you paid even the slightest bit of attention to her clit… it was written all over her body.

“My mouth can go other places,” You kissed a devious trail down her abdomen, letting her blunt nails claw at your shirt as you drew close to the hem of her underwear. “It can go all the way down here, and give you such sweet kisses you’ll forget who you are.” Once again you had to hold her in place, Wanda’s hips jerking as you peppered her lower belly with open-mouthed kisses. She had no idea what you meant other than what she’d heard; to her knowledge, kissing was mouth to mouth only, one time her friend was caught with a bruise on her neck from some rougher activity and she was reprimanded so fast Wanda never let her think of it again. Until she met you.

Now Wanda wanted you to teach her everything and you’d been so kind and gracious, letting her feel good and warm each time you were together. Sometimes, much like now, if she kept the perfect rhythm, Wanda swore she could feel something else, but whenever she’d asked you’d tell her not to worry. That stuff wasn’t for good girls to want to do. “Are you going to?”

You hummed at that, genuinely thinking it over. Wanda was so eager, so naïve, leaving herself vulnerable to a demon’s wicked ways. She was so pure and good, and now she was yours to keep that way as long as you wished. Still, you could smell her and fuck if you didn’t want to bury your head between her legs until Wanda passed out. “You want my mouth, angel? Let’s see how you handle it.”

“I’ll be fine! I just want to feel-“ Her sentence halted, cut short by a soft gasp as soon as your lips brushed over her. That cursed fabric still separated you two, but the lace was fine enough that she could feel you still, how you nipped just so, not enough to hurt, never that, only for a taste of how devious you could be with her.

You took your time, selfishly leaving wet kisses all over her already ruined undergarments and her inner thighs. You bit down on the soft flesh until she pushed at your head and you relented; Wanda wouldn’t let you mark her even in the most intimate areas— yet. Returning to your softer side eased her down, her arms relaxing on your shoulders as you kissed the skin apologetically. “Good girl, not even letting me marr your perfect little legs. Can I still do this though?”

Wanda nodded quickly, confirming the pecks you were leaving over her wet folds as if she had a choice in the matter. “Please keep going…” She heard your muffled chuckle, the small vibration forcing her to bite back a groan too loud for how little you’d touched her. You’d once told her she was the most sensitive being you’d ever come across; at first she took it as a compliment, but now she knew you’d seen it as a challenge.

When your tongue began laving over the length of her, savoring whatever sweet taste of your angel you could get, you knew she wouldn’t last long. Wanda had barely had your tongue in her mouth, much less on her cunt, and the moment you looked up at her, head thrown back and chest tight, you knew you had to stop or she’d cum just like that. Poor girl. “See, I told you it was too much for you.”

“No! It wasn’t, I didn’t do anything!” Wanda protested, raising her hips towards your retreating mouth as far as she could. It wasn’t fair; you always stopped when she felt that little knot in her stomach tightening and she wanted that sated too. Asking you only made you dodge the question and she knew better than to inquire anywhere else.

You shook your head, firm in your decision even though instinct screamed at you to devour her until she passed out. “Didn’t do anything yet. You would have if I didn’t pull back.” Strong hands held her hips to the ground while you gave her one last parting kiss, the tip of your tongue seeking out where her clit was undoubtedly just begging to be attended to.

One day, once you played with her enough, you’d be sure to give it all the attention Wanda could stand and then some.

Wanda was positively sobbing as you righted her dress, fixing the top to cover her and straightening her skirt until the most anyone could accuse her of was running home a little too carelessly. “I don’t want to go back yet.”

She was innocent, but she wasn’t stupid. You’d fixed her appearance enough after your stolen moments for Wanda to know when you were getting ready to send her home. “Oh but you have to, little dove. It’s getting late and scary things come out at night! I want you to be safe.” Silently you wondered when Wanda would realize you’re included in the ‘scary things’ category.

“Maybe I could stay with you?” It was a cute request, really, voice as sweet as honey as she sat up to rest in your lap. There was no way you could grant it though, not right now at least. The Frays were the farthest Wanda was allowed to go without raising suspicion and your apartment was far past that. You doubted she’d enjoy the sight of so many creatures just waiting to cause havoc around every corner.

“No, Wanda, you are far too precious for that place and I don’t think you want to sleep out here all night, princess.” You brushed her hair with your fingers as she pouted, shooing away the few stray leaves she’d collected in her tossing. The way she stubbornly clung to you pulled at your heartstrings in a way you weren’t ready for; this was purely for entertainment, not feelings. “Come now, you’ve been so good for me all afternoon, don’t mess it up now. I’ll see you soon.”

Wanda huffed before she pulled away; she hated leaving. Before you, she’d never had any desire to be with anyone but herself, content to live in the clouds for eternity. But now you’d shown her there was more, much more for so many things, and she wanted to know it all— with you. Maybe Wanda had an attachment problem, but she liked you and there was no way you didn’t like her; everyone loved Wanda. Spoiled as she was, the young angel didn’t see why she couldn’t get what she wanted right then. “Fine, but please can it be actually soon? I hate when you’re gone long.”

Meeting up like this was still new, but a few times your time apart was admittedly long. Time worked differently where she was and a long time for her tended to feel shorter for you. You did promise though, if only to empower her to stand up and stretch, watching the sun setting far off behind her. Wanda always looked lost when she had to walk away from you, especially when you still hadn’t moved. You always lingered far after she left and sometimes Wanda worried you were seeing someone else.

“Ah, Wanda.. I need something before you go.” Wanda stared down at you, confused as you held out your hand. She didn’t have anything you would want- oh.

Her eyes followed yours where you were staring holes through her dress and Wanda blushed beet red. “I need those…” No one would know she was without them of course, there was no way anyone would be able to tell. But Wanda would know and every person she passed, every smile she returned on her way home would be hiding the naughty truth that she’d given her underwear away to a demon.

You shook your head and sat forward on your knees, glancing up at her with sincerity only you could tell was completely fake. “But you ruined them anyways, and what would people think if they knew you’d soaked right through your pretty panties? I just want you to look like the best girl I know you are.” Wanda accepted your rationalization, untrue as it was, and shyly shimmied out of her undergarments.

They stuck to her wetness until she pulled them down and as she handed them over, Wanda thought you’d toss them aside, but you surprised her and stashed them in your pocket. She had no idea what you’d use them for, but she was sure they’d be safe with you. When she opened her mouth to say more, clearly stalling walking away, you shushed her and waved her off. “Go home, sweet girl, I’ll see you when I see you.”

Wanda reluctantly accepted, only making it a few steps away before she remembered something she’d been meaning to do ever since she left you the first time. She strided back over to where you sat, bending at the waist to lay an adorable smooch on your warm cheek. “Goodnight, dear one. You better be safe too.”

You watched her go this time, really go, walking away with that ever present grace to her steps. This wasn’t wasn’t the first time you’d seen her go off into the distance, there shouldn’t be anything different about it. But this time, the gentleness of her kiss lingered heavily on your face and you swore you felt your already elevated temperature rise to a boil.

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ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑

𓆩♡𓆪 angel!Wanda Maximoff x demon!reader

It was a simple rule for both species: stay away from the Frays and never let one of Them talk to you. But Wanda caught your eye the moment she'd poked her head curiously through a cloud; she was perfect in every way, beautiful and sweet as the flowers you'd caught her plucking from the grounds.

Demons were notoriously greedy creatures, selfish and relentless... but nothing was as insatiable as one obsessed with another being.

Back at it again with a dark AU so as always, 18+ only to interact please and thank you! This one is heavy on the corruption and innocence kinks with heavy manipulation, some gaslighting and stuff of that sort. Please read all the trigger warnings for each chapter as they'll be a mix of fluff, smut, and the occasional angst.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒔 // 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅

𓆩♡𓆪 found

𓆩♡𓆪 dulcis

𓆩♡𓆪 amica

𓆩♡𓆪 celatum

𓆩♡𓆪 libita

𓆩♡𓆪 egeo

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 (𝒉𝒄𝒔)

𓆩♡𓆪 yardwork 𓆩♡𓆪 calling her dumb 𓆩♡𓆪 natasha's influence 𓆩♡𓆪 if they ever got a dog 𓆩♡𓆪 teasing wanda in public

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𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑎 ⁍ 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: this was a drabble request and it ended up over 4k so that's where I'm at right now.. hope y'all like it?

warnings: This is an 18+ AU; fluff, a bit of angst; emotional manipulation (not from us); intimidation; one singular shove; Wanda Cries; R being a fucking simp?? honestly I swear most of this is fluffy and everything is fine in the end

words: 4.2K

summary: my soul to keep AU; While taking a trip to give Wanda a gift, you watch a hard conversation between Wanda and her friend. Thankfully, you're around to make it better.

my soul to keep series. 

If anyone asked you, you’d swear you found it on the ground somewhere. You certainly hadn’t sought the object out for some random girl just because she mentioned it once or twice. And there was no way in hell you were currently wandering around the Frays, close to the Heavens as your body was permitted, to see if you spotted a certain brunette angel. 

No, that’d be stupid. 

It’d been a while and your patience had nearly run thin; there wasn’t another person in sight around here— that’s why the two of you enjoyed this area. You were about to give up, shoulders slumping ever so slightly, when you heard someone say her name. Just a faint thing, like someone was calling out for her. That meant Wanda had to be around. 

You chose to ignore how your face lit up instantly upon seeing her, even when it was just a quick flash of her through the trees. As much as you wanted to call out for her too, it was impossible to know if Wanda was going towards whoever was looking for her and there’d no doubt be trouble if the girl answered to the demon after her as well. Instead you waited, lurking in the shadows as was second nature to you now; stealth was thankfully one of your specialties. Good girl as she was, Wanda found the other angel as quick as she could, running up to them eagerly.

They were having some conversation, at first you assumed it was playful jabs, but as they went back and forth, it was clear Wanda was being admonished for something. Fearfully you worried someone might have caught on to where she’d been going. Today wasn’t a day you were meant to see her, but that didn’t stop Wanda from wandering alone out here and, begrudgingly, you couldn’t blame the other being for seemingly cautioning Wanda from being out here by herself. Yes, that’s how you came about her the first time and maybe you’d lured her in quickly, but she was yours now and if anyone else tried to snatch her while she frolicked along, you’d certainly have something to say about it.

But whatever Wanda heard didn’t seem like a simple reprimand, it couldn’t be if it looked as if she were about to cry. She was prone to crying easily, but the bit of her face you could make out looked distressed— she wasn’t that emotionally sensitive. 

There was a surprising urge to rush in and pull Wanda away; if Wanda didn’t like what was being said, she shouldn’t have to hear it. She was too precious to spend her days shedding any tears you didn’t cause. The words ‘should’ve known better’ reached your ears and as soon as Wanda apologized, you felt your lips curl into a snarl. It wasn’t fair, she couldn’t have done anything wrong. Even if she did, Wanda always meant well; how dare that other thing tell her she should’ve done anything different. Hiding away had never been so difficult before, your fingers biting into the bark of the tree you leant against as you fought not to endanger you both.

Wanda, for her part, felt absolutely miserable. Once again her so-called friends were upset with her, only because she hadn’t attended some party the group had been excited for… but Wanda hated parties. They were somehow loud and boring at the same time, with absolutely nothing of interest happening until she was told she could go home. She figured she could skip out just this once; everyone ditched her as soon as they were through the doors anyways and rarely did anyone bother talking to her. Wanda had passed the point where her innocence was deemed cute, now it annoyed most everyone around her that she never sought to break rules or see how far they could go with the nearest partner without anyone catching them. That left Wanda alone in the corner for hours, praying anyone would catch one of them so she had a reason to get back to both her apartment and her comfort zone. 

Being the one to ditch this time turned out to be an unforgivable sin; it was the last straw her friends needed to turn and harass her at any moment. Pity that intimacy was a sin, but harassment seemed to fly under the radar effortlessly. “I already said I was sorry…”

“Sorry doesn’t make it better, we looked stupid waiting for you!” Maria retorted, unwilling to let Wanda off the hook only because she enjoyed watching her dangle from it. “You need to make it up to us.”

The brunette shook her head shyly, knowing whatever they wanted would be yet another task that could get her in deep trouble. Whenever she landed in hot water with those girls, they magically had another chore for her. Wanda was too sweet and naive for anyone to suspect her and most of the time, they only told her what she needed to know and nothing more; she never got to reap the benefits of her risky encounters. She’d known them long enough to understand how they were using her, but she didn’t have the confidence to say no— her friends knew that too. 

It wouldn’t be as bad if she didn’t know you were in the vicinity; Wanda could smell you, your demonic aura subtle in this spot that was typically only filled with angels. She wondered if Maria smelled it too, if she even cared. The slightly older girl wasn’t a stranger to demons and always bragged about the sinful things she’d done with her; Wanda was sure she was lying, but whenever she tried to point it out, the girl brutally reminded her that Wanda doesn’t know enough to tell if the acts were falsehoods. Wanda didn’t like that she was right. 

Maria scoffed at Wanda’s quiet refusal, laughing with the ease of someone who knew she would always have the upper hand. “I don’t think you’re in any position to say no, you little mouse, or you won’t have anyone to blow off anymore.” 

As much as Wanda hated the group of girls she hung out with, they were the only ones she did. If she didn’t do what they said, she’d have no one and while she did keep to herself, Wanda dreaded the thought of not having anyone to reach out to when she wanted to. “I just don’t want to get caught…” 

“Yeah right,” Maria shoved at Wanda’s shoulder, hard enough for her to stumble backwards with a squeak. “No one thinks about you enough to think you’re up to anything.” She gave Wanda a onceover, that condescending look Wanda hated receiving clear on her features. “See you tomorrow, Wands.” She turned on her heel after that, walking away completely unaware of the way you were ripping her to shreds with your bare hands just mere feet away. Wanda didn’t need to see that kind of violence though, no, if she saw the brutality you were capable of, she’d surely run away forever. You couldn’t have her straying where you couldn’t follow. 

One day though, if you saw that girl and Wanda wasn’t around…well, it sure would be a shame if you let her walk away from that meeting.

“I know you’re there.” Wanda still stood in the clearing, right where the other angel left her, not moving. You’d expected her to run to you instantly as she usually did when you two met, but she looked like she was hesitating this time. 

You rounded the tree, leaning against the side of it and waiting, “Come here, angel.” As soon as you said it, Wanda began to head your way, but the happy bounce to her step was nowhere to be found. She was slower now, sunk into the ground more somehow. She stopped a few feet away today and you didn’t miss the disappointment you felt without the greeting hug you’d grown accustomed to. “All the way here, don’t be silly.” 

Wanda flinched at the silly comment, but obeyed, stepping up until you were inches apart, but her head still hung low. She wished you’d just gone away like Maria had; Wanda didn’t like feeling this way, she didn’t understand it. But she only felt it whenever she was around them. Whatever it was, it wasn’t happy and it didn’t feel right. “You weren’t meant to see me today.”

“Is this you telling me to leave?” You chuckled, setting your gift down for a moment to wrap your arms around her. Wanda barely shook her head, fiddling with her hands in the small space between you two. A careful hand cupped her chin and brought her face to face with you and instantly, you understood why she was hiding from you. Her eyes were red, filled to the brim with tears that had just started to fall, her cheeks pink with the embarrassment both from the conversation and you having to hear it. 

You were giving serious thought to running after her tormentor now, anything to let her know she couldn’t get away with making your dear angel upset. But you couldn’t leave Wanda, not when she was barely holding herself together right now. It wasn’t part of the plan to comfort her, but she relied on you, that’s what you counted on; it wouldn’t be a good look to turn her away in such a state.

The mere fact that you wanted to stay and be there for her had nothing to do with it. 

“Oh… darling girl, why are you so upset?” Carefully, you maneuvered the two of you to the ground, Wanda settling herself into your lap before you could ever suggest otherwise. One arm stayed around her securely while the other wiped her tears. You tried to be as gentle as possible, something you truly weren’t used to. You couldn’t remember ever drying someone’s eyes as you were now. “What happened?”

Wanda recalled the events of the previous night to you and how they led to her current predicament and, as expected, she’d done nothing worth correcting and certainly not deserving of threats or physical touch. The only one who should be touching her is you anyways; you ought to have those angel’s hands for putting them on your property. 

Her speech dissolved into incoherent blubbering until you shushed her, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Wanda. Don’t let anyone push you around like that.” 

Wanda bit her lip nervously, shaking her head in disagreement. “I should have gone last night. I know better than to miss something they told me to go to.” She sighed defeatedly, playing with her hair as she tried to rationalize this to herself. It wasn’t different than any other time, her friendships had always been like this. “It’ll be fine…”

“No way am I letting you do anything that she or any of those other snakes want you to do. If they have a problem with it, they can come to me.” Danger be damned, they weren’t getting away with treating Wanda how they had been. Maybe she was too kind to cut it off, but you certainly weren’t. “You’re done with that. I don’t want you talking to them anymore.”

“But… I won’t have anyone to be with.” The day you’d met her was a complete chance encounter, but the Frays had recently become her hideout of sorts. The farther she strayed, the freer she felt— there was nowhere to feel isolated if she kept away from any other angels. It never occurred to her she might come across anything other than her own kind; she never had before and your newness intrigued her. There was so much you knew she hadn’t even known she’d been missing and for whatever reason, you wanted to teach her. 

No one had ever offered before and with how good you made her feel, Wanda quickly found herself only ever wanting to spend time with you. When you were gone, she was either holed away in her apartment or in the uncomfortable company of her friends and even then she hadn’t given thought to how awfully they treated her until she experienced your version of friendship.

“You have me, that’s all that matters.” Possession had you gripping her waist tight; if no one else would appreciate her, you would. Wanda was so innocent, she needed some sort of guidance, something to fall back on when she grew overwhelmed… You were making yourself that person now.

“When you leave, I won’t have anyone to talk to though…” You hated how dejected Wanda looked and you yearned to fix it immediately. There was no reason you’d assumed she was well-socialized except for how you saw her and how she’d spoken about her friends; any time she talked about them it was positively, talking them up as if they had been best of friends forever. Now you saw Wanda was just too gentle to see what was really going on— her “friends” only ever tolerated her and the moment she stepped out of line, they bullied her until she was ashamed enough to let them take advantage of her. 

Not any more, not as long as you were around. “You can talk to me, even when I’m not around. Here, give me your phone,” She always kept her phone in her bag, having seen her pull it out a few times, but she’d never asked for your phone number. Too teary-eyed to protest, you fished through her purse until you found the full object and you were shocked to find Wanda didn’t have a password lock on it. Such a trusting girl. 

“There now, you have my number!” You held her cell up to her so she could see where you’d typed in your information, signed off with a little devil emoji for a laugh. When she cracked the smallest smile, you finally felt yourself take a breath. “Don’t cry, I’ll take care of everything. Don’t you worry one single feather of your pretty wings.”

“If you say so…” Wanda nodded slowly, watching a tiny ladybug crawl through the grass. Someone once told her they were a symbol of good fortune; she took that now to reassure herself that somehow you of all people were sent to help. She took her phone back and looked down at your name, pondering a second before she replaced the purple symbol for a set of hearts and hid it back in her bag before you could see what she’d done. 

Putting the bag aside once more gave her a peek at the object you’d placed next to the two of you as you sat and Wanda raised a confused eyebrow. “What’s that?” She was sure she knew what it was, but she’d never seen one this close. Still, she hoped she was right.

“Oh…”  You could only get one from down below, a place you went frequently, but Wanda had never ventured to. It wasn’t illegal, but it was a scary place to go alone and no one had ever wanted to go with her. 

Wanda had mentioned wanting one of these a few times, just that it’d be nice to play with, but surely you hadn’t been paying that much attention to her rambling to remember… right? “I got you a camera, one of the instant ones. It’s okay if you don’t want it though. I just saw it while I was out…” 

As you handed it to her, Wanda’s eyes filled with tears all over again. She could feel the small camera in her hands, only half listening to you mumble something about how you’d picked yellow because it’s the same color as you’d seen her halo whenever it appeared. “You got this? For me?” Once more you were wiping away her tears, but this time you cradled her face in your hands and brought her in to kiss her cheeks. 

“Who else would it be for? You’re the only angel I know.” Wanda lit up, bright as you’d ever seen her, and for a split second her halo appeared to you for the first time— it only showed when she was truly happy. You matched her smile and you blamed it on her contagious excitement rather than how relieved you were you could ease her bad mood. When Wanda pulled you into a tight hug, she peppered kisses behind your ear and innocent as it was, the action still sent a shiver up your spine. “Okay, enough of that…” Your hands pushed her hips back down into your lap until Wanda settled and went back to fawning over her new toy, turning it over in her hands and raising it to face you. “Don’t you dare.”

She may not have ever operated one herself, but she knew how. “And what if I’m feeling daring?” The camera flashed blindingly close to your eyes, shutters whirring as the small object printed out Wanda’s first ever picture of you. She was positively giddy, but lowering the camera revealed your clearly displeased face and she instantly shrunk away. 

The picture developed and she raised it to intercept your glare: it was admittedly a sweet picture, even if you were caught off guard. “It’s cute… I’m going to hang it right above my bed!” 

Wanda was waving the photo like a white flag, clearly hoping to settle whatever bad mood she’d accidentally pushed you into. Normally you were short tempered, known to snap in an instant, and if it were anyone else blinding you with camera flashes and unapproved pictures, you might’ve broken the camera. But Wanda looked precious as she nervously fiddled with the device’s buttons, teeth biting her lip as she waited for what she was sure was going to be a sharp reprimand from you. And you didn’t want her to feel that way; if she was going to open up and give away everything you wanted from her, she needed to feel safe enough to do so. Neither of you would get anywhere with you being mad over a bit of fun Wanda was having. 

You preferred her smiles to her frowns any day. 

“Oh I think there are better ones you can hang above your bed…” In a flash you’d snatched the camera from Wanda, pushing forward in one swift movement until the younger woman was pinned to the Earth by a pair of strong thighs. You raised the yellow camera while she was still in shock and snapped a picture of your own, “I’ll show you how to take proper pictures and it all starts with the perfect subject. A pretty little angel like you would do well…” 

The sun was far into setting by the time you ran out of film, both of you taking turns snapping pictures of the other, sometimes with both of you in frame. Those were Wanda’s favorites. 

When you laid back against the tree, she laid with you and before she knew it, Wanda was yawning. “I kept you out too late. You’ve got to get home.” Thankfully they weren’t too far from the boundary, but still you worried. Clearly the only person trying to keep her safe was you and while you didn’t mind the task, you were only allowed so far before your inherited damnation stopped you. 

Wanda pulled back just enough to show off her pitiful pout, lip already wavering in protest. “Please don’t send me away again… We’re having so much fun!” She wasn’t wrong, but the upcoming night chilled the air and being out here at night was truly dangerous. 

If anything happened to her, it’d be your fault and you couldn’t live with yourself if anything hurt her on your watch. “Wands, you know you can’t come to my place,” Not completely true; she could, but at the price of losing her original home forever. “And I’m not allowed anywhere near yours. You don’t want to sleep outside, do you?” 

She was much too delicate for that; her parents kept her sheltered, even while the other children had sleepovers and teenagers dared each other to sleep out in the Frays where they lay now. After her parents died, Wanda took everything they said to heart, even when it became a little silly to follow them as an adult. But her parents had always said they were only keeping her safe until someone came along, stole her heart, and they took on that responsibility. True, you were the first person who’d expressed genuine interest in her besides wanting her to do some quick thing at a party full of straying angels, but Wanda wanted you to be that person.

“I have you here. You won’t let anything bad happen!” Wanda said it with such confidence, she fully convinced herself, choosing to forget the part of the many speeches her parents and teachers had warned her against demons. You’d never done anything half as bad to her as her friends had. “Please? Just once? I know if Maria sees me she’ll have questions and something for me to do and she’ll be so scary and-“

“Alright, alright,” you cut off her ramblings before she could get all worked up again. Tears were already forming in the corner of her eyes and you’d already calmed her once today, you weren’t sure if you had it in you to do it a second time. “But you’re staying right here. No wandering off. Never leave my side, do you hear me?” 

Wanda ignored how tightly you were gripping her arms, choosing instead to focus on that given the chance, you did want to protect her and keep her safe. The confirmation alone filled her with enough joy she couldn’t keep it in, nodding her head excitedly at the opportunity to both spend the night with you and experience safety in what felt like too long a time since she’d slept without her parents. “I promise, pinky promise!” 

She held out her little finger, clearly expecting you to do the same and childish at it felt, you completed her pinky promise. Only then did she settle back onto your chest, curling up until her wings rested on your legs. “What a cute little girl you are, all tucked away to sleep outside.” Wanda preened at your cooing, completely content to be fawned over as she let herself get used to the grassy terrain beneath her. “Are you cold?”

Long dark hair shook with her head as Wanda snuggled closer to you, stretching and turning to find the coziest spot. “No, you’re toasty.” She wound her arms around your waist lazily and her eyes fell shut, relaxing with a sigh. You couldn’t help but chuckle at how sweet she was being; unfortunately you could get used to her falling asleep with you. “You’re like a warm bagel.” Okay, maybe not as sweet when she compared you to baked goods.

“Never call me that again,” Gently you pinched her cheek, not enough to hurt, just as a warning. “Go to sleep, Wanda, you’re being silly.” Thankfully Wanda was too sleepy now to argue, letting the nickname go away for now, but it certainly wouldn’t be for sure. You stroked her hair and cheek until you were sure she was asleep, her lips parting just so as her face relaxed. 

As the night wore on, your hands found her arms and rubbed away any goosebumps with warm hands. You’d never thought of your body temperature as anything but a standard trait; all of your friends had it and this was the first time it’d ever been a help to someone. If it was for Wanda, you didn’t mind. At some point when everything around you was well and truly dark and you were missing your own bed, a thought struck you and as much as you wanted to run it by Wanda, you decided to keep it a surprise. If the camera was any indication, the girl adored surprises. 

Not that you cared what she loved. Not at all. 

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Parting in the morning was just as hard; a sleepy Wanda was not a very agreeable one. Still you managed to convince her both of you had to return to your rightful places and Wanda packed away her camera and new pile of photos carefully in her bag. Getting back home was a chore, the early light irritating her tired eyes until she reached the safety of her apartment and pulled her curtains shut— sleeping with you was fun, but she did wish there was a way to drag you into her bedroom for a night. 

Once she flopped on her bed, Wanda knew she’d be asleep again soon, this time atop her pillowy soft mattress, but a low chime forced her eyes open once more. A tired hand searched for her phone until she found it on her nightstand and she feared the worst, some incoming demand from her friends… but it was your name that popped up.

I thought I told you to tell me when you were home safe.

Oh.. right, sorry! I’m home!! Why? Were you worried about me?

No, just wanted to make sure you got in alright.

Aww.. you were worried!!  Well I’m fine, and I’m going to sleep!

Wanda laid down again, curled on her side to pull a blanket over her cold shoulders. She already missed your natural warmth. Sleep was just about to claim her fully when she got a response from you, one she was too tired to reply to, but sent her heart sky high. 

Sleep tight, angel. I’m glad you’re safe <3

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This is still a WIP post, I just needed a proper pinned to make my AU lists accessible so bear with me!

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So I only fully woke up like an hour ago? I’m still shooting to finish DU today, but if it’s too late in the day, I might just post it first thing tomorrow?

If that happens though then uhh surp prize, you’ll have two fics from me tomorrow: one here and one on @doesntseemfxir for Doll House 😌

[maximotts]

do u have a dark fics sideblog now?

Yes! It’s under construction right now but its @doesntseemfxir 💖

[maximotts]

I was wondering if you have an other account by any chance?

I have my sideblog for my dark fics @doesntseemfxir

[maximotts]

what's ya side blog bestie

@doesntseemfxir 💖