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wandaslittlelove · 2 months

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Destined Part 1

Warnings for this chapter: None?

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I sighed as I heard a loud knock on my front door. Grabbing the bag of flour I made my way to the door assuming it was just my neighbor Marcy wanting some for baking again. The girl never seemed to have any and always came over for mine which I didn’t mind. I just started buying more when I would go to the store.

“Marcy hun you should really just-” I froze as I saw Strange on the other side of the door and a young girl stood next to him.

“y/n nice to see you.” He spoke. With a sigh I sat the flour down on the small table by the door before inviting them in.

“Tea?” I asked while making my way into the kitchen as they both followed after me. The young girl politely nodded her head and took a seat at the island along with Strange who sat a very old looking book down on the countertop.

It was silent for a minute. The only sound being me getting down three mugs and the teapot whistling on the stove.

I sat the tea in front of the two along with some sugar as I took to standing across from them.

“What do you need Strange?” My tone came out more bitter than I wanted it to but I couldn’t help it. After I left what remained of the Avengers I had hoped I would never have to see his face or any of theirs ever again. That's why I moved to Ohio so that I would be away from the never ending drama that is New York and to be close to my sister's grave.

“I- We need your help. This Is America Chavez. She’s able to travel the multiverse.” With those words I choked on my tea.

“The multiverse?” I questioned not trusting my ears to have heard the right thing.

“Yes. You know about it?” He asks as he and the girl, America, looked at each other.

“Vision often talked of his theories during movie nights” The word Vision seemed to make me scowl remembering how he got the life with the person I had loved. The person who was supposed to be my wife.

“You said Wanda said the same thing” This was the first time the girl had spoken and the way she said Wanda had made your whole body shiver. It was as if she was scared of the woman.

“You spoke to her?” I hadn’t heard anything of her since that night I left. I expected to at least see something about her on the news but she never came up.

“Yeah. She’s after me. She’s been sending these weird creatures after me to take my powers.” America explained as she fiddled with the mug.

“She has the dark hold y/n” The words caused me to stiffen. I had only heard of the dark hold a few times while I was studying with Strange but I knew it was nothing good. It was described as the book of the damned and anyone who touched it became corrupted. “I need your help in protecting America. Yours and Wanda’s magic are almost complete opposites. While hers is chaos magic while yours is Order magic.” The two shared another look as if they both knew something I didn’t. I watched as Strange opened the book he had brought and flipped to a page. “With the help of the darkhold Wanda has become the Scarlet Witch. Everything anyone had ever known about her is written in this book like a prophecy.” I nodded as I listened to his words. “It also speaks of yours.” He slides the book over to me and setting my tea down I quickly read the page he had opened to.

The Scarlet Witch bringer of chaos and the White Fawn bringer of life and creation:

The Scarlet Witch is not born; she is forged. She has no coven or need for incantation. Her power exceeds that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It is her destiny to destroy the world.

The White Fawn is the opposite of the chaos bringer. She is born to counteract the actions of the Scarlet Witch. Her destiny is to heal the wounds, love, and calm the Chaos Witch.

My eyes scanned the page three more times before I slammed the book shut. I watched as America jumped in her seat and I sent her an apologetic smile as I slid the book back to Strange.

“That can’t be right or it can’t be me. Wanda does not love me. I will not let my destiny be what is written in some book. What is she even after in the multiverse?” My question seemed to keep Strange quiet for a moment before he spoke.

“You”

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bi-ss · 5 months

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~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Mommy reader's warm milk sucked by wanda ?

Mommy’s Day

Pairings: L!Wanda Maximoff x Mommy!Reader

Word count: 2292

Warnings: smut, mommy kink (sexual and non sexual use), fingering, mommy!reader, age regressing, fluff, praise kink, nicknames, breastfeeding, lactation kink, mentions of chubby!Wanda, insecure Wanda, teasing, public sex, grinding, dry humping, innocence kink

A/N: I made this in like an hour and a half so if there’s some mistakes and shitty writing that’s why. Happy Mother’s Day everyone!!

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Wanda had woken with a large smile on her face that morning. It was finally the day, the day she got to celebrate all that you had done for her. Mother’s Day.

It had been nine months since you two had started a relationship. At first, it was simple, you both would go on dates every now and then which then turned into her nervously asking you to be her girlfriend. She had always been a shy type, and you adored it. You were her first real kiss, her first girlfriend, and her first time. You didn’t take advantage of her innocence or how naive she was, you only cooed at her and told her how much you loved her constantly. She had never been so open with someone as she was with you, and she’d get to show you how much she appreciated that today.

You were usually the first out of you two to wake up, but she made sure to secretly turn off your alarm last night. You didn’t what was to greet you when you woke up, but you weren’t complaining either.

You walked up behind the younger girl as she tried her best to not burn your french toast, she was so concentrated that she didn’t even hear your quiet footsteps. You wrapped your arms around her waist and laughed as she jumped with a gasp.

“Mommy! Don’t scare me like that!” You kissed her neck a few times in apology, smiling as giggles erupted from her sweet mouth. She had always been so ticklish and you would never let it down.

“What are you doing up so early, hm?” She shrugged and stood in front of the food to block it from your view.

“What are you doing out of bed already?”

“Touche, touche.” She pushed you back into your shared room, making you lay comfortably on the bed before jogging back to her spot in the kitchen, little paddles being heard as she rushed herself.

You were nearly done with the chapter of your book as she opened the door, carefully holding the tray in her hands and trying her best not to drop it. You watched with a grin as she smiled in satisfaction at her work. The food was nearly burnt and the juice had spilled. There was an obnoxious amount of syrup on the French toast, but as long as she had a smile on her face that was all that mattered.

“It’s beautiful, honey! Thank you for making me breakfast, but what’s the occasion?” She rushed back out of the room, leaving you with furrowed brows until she came back. She moved the card she had made from behind her back and shoved it in your face. You grabbed it lightly and read the card to yourself, nearly tearing up at her sweetness.

“Oh, Wanda, come here.” She sat on your lap as she always did and you brought her even closer, wrapping your arms around her small form and kissing her forehead before letting your lips linger.

“Thank you for being my sweet baby, Wanda. I’m so proud of you for making breakfast all on your own and, look, your handwriting is getting so much better.” She smiled in victory, a blush adorning her cheeks as you kissed each one. When she was in this mindset it was hard for her to do the things most had learned at a young age. You learned about her regression about three months into your relationship. You remember her teary eyes when you had found her stuff, she was so scared she had ran you away, but you made sure to ease her worries away. You had been her mommy ever since then, and you loved every moment of it. She was mostly a sweethearted angel, but every now and then she’d have a temper tantrum when she was hangry or sleepy.

You set the card down on the bedside table, making a mental note to hang it up on the fridge with the rest of her drawings and achievements. Wanda leaned back, still refusing to move from your lap as you refused to let her leave your lap as well.

You cut into the French toast with your knife and fork before taking a bite full. Even if it was fully burnt it still tasted better than most.

“Mm, this is delicious sweetheart, thank you. Since when did you become such a good chef?” She had been watching you closely for the past week as you cooked, trying to memorize the triggers and spices but failing. She watched a few videos and read a few articles on how to make the best homemade French toast knowing it was one of your favorites.

“A chef never reveals their recipes.” She teased, playing nervously with her fingers as you took another bite. You could sense her fear and grabbed another piece, swirling the food around in the air and making a swooshing noise before placing it in her open mouth. She smiled as she tasted her food, it was good and you thought the same, that was all that she wanted.

The rest of the morning was spent relaxing and cuddling in bed before it had already gotten so late. She had asked Aunty Natty for help setting up a dinner reservation near six PM. You didn’t even know until she struggled too hard not to tell you. She was just so excited she couldn’t help herself. She went on and on about how she handled talking to the worker so well even if it was secretly Nat doing all the hard work, but you didn’t need to know that.

“Wanda? You ready to go?” She looked over herself one last time in the mirror before walking down the stairs to see you. You looked up when hearing high heels hitting the floor and nearly dropped your jae as you saw her. She wore a black dress that went to her upper thighs with the necklace you got her for your six-month anniversary.

“My God, baby, you look so beautiful.” She had been too busy admiring you to even notice how you looked at her with hunger. You looked so gorgeous. You wore black suit pants with a belt and a lacy corset covered by your suit jacket. You bit your lip as she rubbed her thighs together discreetly.

“You look so fucking cute, Wanda. Everybody is going to be looking at my pretty girl tonight, huh?”

“But I’m still all yours, mommy.”

“That you are, love.” You walked her outside into the passenger side of your expensive car. She made sure to buckle up to your request and sat patiently as you started the car and drove off. The restaurant was packed but luckily your reservations saved you from the long wait. It seemed that everyone had wanted to celebrate Mother’s Day here, but you weren’t complaining, it was probably one of the nicest restaurants you had the privilege of going to.

“Can I take your order?” The man asked you both, Wanda nervously looking up at you and pointing to what she wanted. She was never great with communication with others besides you, especially when she was little.

The dinner had gone smoothly until it was nearing dessert. You had placed your order and intended on sharing a sundae with Wanda, one that she was so giddy about.

“Sweetheart, is it okay if I sit next to you?” You had been across from her all night and wanted nothing more than to be closer to her so you could hold her. She nodded and you moved your seat, grasping her thigh in your hand as soon as you could.

When the sundae was placed on your table Wanda was already grabbing her spoon and digging in. She moaned in delight as the flavors hit her tastebuds. You gulped nervously as you looked around, trying your best to hide the effect her sounds had on you. Over the rest of the dessert, your hand had kept on slowly moving up and down. Wanda looked down as your fingers passed the way of her short dress.

“Mommy, not here.” You hummed, not listening to her demands and teasing the hem of her panties. You could feel the wetness coating her undergarments as you traced her clit lightly with the pads of your fingers.

“Shh, just let mommy do all the thinking, okay?” She hesitantly agreed and spread her legs just barely. Her chubby thighs tightened as she tried her best not to moan. She took another bite of the nearly melted dessert to hide her noises, almost biting down on the spoon and futtering her eyes shut.

“You like when mommy plays with their angel’s pussy in public? Where anyone could see us, could hear us? I bet you’re so wet just thinking about how good I’m going to make you feel when we get home. You were just such a good little girl for me today, baby, making me breakfast and that sweet card, only to let me play with this puffy cunt however I want.” She rested her head in the navel of your neck, sniffing your scent and clenching her thighs from your words.

“Yes, mommy, I’m your good little girl.” She whispered back into your ear, chills being sent up your spine at the tone of her voice. The waiter walked over with the bill, thinking the girl next to you was just tired with how she had her eyes shut and resting on you. Little did he know what was going on under the table that made her so flustered.

You removed your hand from under her dress as she placed hers on top of yours, begging you not to tease her like this. She gave you those doey and pleading eyes that you could never resist.

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet, Wands. Once we get in the car I’ll be able to play with you however I want, then I can hear those sexy moans of yours.” She walked on slightly wobbly legs and followed you like a lost puppy, immediately pulling your hand back to her in hopes you’d comply. You chuckled and started the car, your hand finding its way back to her covered cunt. You didn’t move like she wanted you to, you just kept yourself there to tease her further. You knew it was cruel, but God she was adorable when she was whiney.

“Mommy! Please, I’ve been good.” She cried out, holding onto your arm for support as she shyly started to hump herself onto you. She was too embarrassed to look your way, but she was desperately chasing her high.

“M-mommy, it feels so good. Please, just wan’ your fingers.” You eventually gave in, moving her panties to the side and entering her tight hole with two digits. She grinded to your pace sloppily, smiling to herself when she saw how soaked you were getting.

“Making such a mess for me, baby. This all for me?” She opened her mouth to respond but all that came out was mumbled words and whimpers. Instead, she nodded, praying that you would let it slide just this once and continue playing with her. She was so close as she chased the high that she so desperately needed. Her thighs jiggled lightly the sloppier her movements got. It had taken so long to teach her how to love her features, and even if she still got insecure and didn’t always like the way they looked, she listened to you when you told her time and time again how much you loved it.

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, Wanda, cum all over my fingers.” Her hips stilled as her release coated her thighs and your digits. You helped her ride out her high, slowly fingering her until you heard soft whines from her mouth.

The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence as she took in the scenery outside, droopy eyes and a bit of drool from her mouth adorning her beautiful face. You had to carry her inside and change her clothes, helping her get dressed as she picked out her clothes for the night, deciding between her bear onesie and your hoodie. She eventually decided on your hoodie and slept bare besides that, it was too hot to wear anything else anyways.

You laid comfortably down in bed with her by your side. You were about to grab your book from earlier before you felt a light tug on your tank top. You looked down to see a sleepy Wanda begging with her beautiful green eyes.

“You want mommy, baby?” She nodded and you maneuvered to have her lay on top of you. She tugged down your shirt to rest just above your ribs and connected her mouth with your breast. She was so tired that it put her to sleep almost instantly. She sucked softly, nipping at the skin every so often as you rubbed her back. You held her thigh across your waist and kissed her forehead, bringing your hand that rested on her back to play with her hair. She hummed around you as you wiped the dribble of milk that rested on her lips. She looked at you with a droopy smile and brought her head back down to suck on your nipple until her eyes closed for the last time that night.

“Thank you for such an amazing day, my love, I’m so beyond lucky to have someone as amazing as you.” You grinned happily and turned off the lamp on your bedside table, getting ready to sleep with the love of your life.

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fanartka · 3 months

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Sinister, stuck in a universe he destroyed

#doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #benedict cumberbatch #sinister strange #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #doctorstephenstrange #ai watercolor #ai art #ai #ai doctor strange #ai sinister strange #imagine strange

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madwomansapologist · 11 months

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they'll be loved | wanda maximoff

synopsis: It almost took Wanda everything she had. The Darkhold flagellate her, toyed with her mind, but it didn't lie. When she drove by the streets of Westview and entered the familiar house, she heard your voice. She was at home. It was worth. [1K]

warnings: What if... Wanda's plan on MoM had worked. what means America... sick!reader (everything will be fine). and identity theft i think.

Wanda had been looking for the garage control for two entire minutes. She rummage through the trunk, checked the driver's door, opened the gap between the pedals, looked underneath the seats. She was shaking, fingernails turned blue, unable to see because of her tears. Wanda gripped the steering wheel and laid her head against it.

It was a weird body. She felt a little bit higher than usual. One inch, maybe even less. Her neck throbbed depending on how she moved it. And her hair were longer. Down to the mid back. Straighned, it smells like honey.

It wasn't her body anymore. It was, but not exactly.

The portal opened in the middle of a dimly lit parking lot. She was alone. Wanda turned her head and looked to what she left behind. Her temple, the cold bodies, the Darkhold. She closed it, hoping to never see that universe again. Then she heard the keychain bouncing on the ground.

It wasn't difficult to stop her variant. She was just another Wanda Maximoff, not another Scarlet Witch. One move of Wanda's fingers and she was a obedient muppet. She wasn't even scared, just asleep.

The first thing she made was recreate her clothes. Jeans, a white blouse, a comfortable navy blue coat, long boots. Then she thought that a spell to make her look like her variant would be easier. It was, but it still feel weird. Like wearing a costume that wasn't made for your size.

She carressed her variant's face. "They'll be loved", Wanda promissed. When her variant was gone, Wanda didn't felt guilty. It was quickly, painless. Reasonable.

She just picked up the keychain.

Wanda took a deep breath. She rubbed her face, trying to wipe away the tears. When the lump in her throat eased, she decided to just leave the car parked in front of the too familiar house. And as soon as Wanda opened her eyes, she saw the remote hanging from the windshield.

The end of the garage lead to an empty kitchen. Wanda turned on the light. A cookbook was open over the sink, a spoon marking a cornmeal cake page. All the burners on the stove were occupied by pans, she smelled the aroma of cooked meat and sweet potatoes.

"Honey?" Wanda freezes. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a hand banging against the kitchen door frame. "You're home earlier. Something happened?"

She had already understood that it was impossible to have everything. Either Pietro had died in the bombing in Socovia, or she had only one of the boys, or she have her children but Thanos have killed you. And when she finally found one where everything was exactly how it was suppossed to be, you weren't there.

She kept looking. And looking. And looking. And in universes where she had everything, you were lacking. She had already decided that maybe fate didn't want you to be with her. That fate decided and that's it. But then why does she listen to your voice?

"Hey, come here", Wanda shivered when you patted her shoulder. "Okay. Now I'm worried. What happened?"

"Do you love me?" It could be the universe laughing at her face. Maybe you hate her. Maybe whatever you both had is long gone. Maybe she hurted you in this universe. Maybe you are just a friend here.

"We're married, knucklehead, of course I love you. And I swear that if I heard the word worm...

"I won't say it", she was quickly to assure you. Wanda turned away, fearing that she would wake up from yet another dream, but all that surprised her was how quickly you were to stroke her cheeks with your warm fingers. "I swear."

"Remember what I always tell you? You're not a good liar, so it's better to just tell the truth", you looked at her fondly. "You've been crying."

Only then Wanda realized she didn't cleaned her face so well. Your fingertips wiped away the trace of tears. "I was just... thinking too much."

"Is it because of the results?" You stroked her chin and took a step back. Wanda missed your touch already. "Everything will be fine. My mother had the same diagnosis and she's stronger than ever."

"You are sick", Wanda whispered.

"We agree to not use that word at home, remember? I don't want to talk with the boys before being sure of what's happening to me."

That's why Wanda needed her power. Now it don't matter what happened, she can find a solution. With infinite worlds, nothing is impossible. There isn't a cure she can't find. She will never forget America's sacrifice. "You're calm."

"Because we have nothing to worry about", you pinched her nose. Your smile oscilated. "We have great doctors here in Westview, a nice health insurence and... I need to be calm, or else I will fall apart."

"I will take care of you", Wanda promissed. She held your shaky hands, and kissed your knuckles. "I have everything under control."

You didn't believe what she said, but you nodded in agreement. "What would I ever do without you?" You hugged her neck.

You noticed that she hesitated to hug you back. Wanda held you by the waist, fingers glued together. She looked uncomfortable. "What are you thinking about?"

"I just feel you." Wanda swallowed. "I had a weird dream. A weird long dream. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Endless nothingness. But now I just feel you."

You stroked her auburn hair. Your hand went down to her coat, and started to unbutton it. She must be so tired. "We gonna have dinner, put the kids to bed early, and watch a cheesy movie. Okay, honey?"

"Honey?" Wanda smiled. "Okay, darling."

"Go get the kids." You gave her a peck. "They set the plates without me even having to say anything. Our holy little devils."

You walked away to put the food onto glass dishes, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine. You are young, until the diagnosis you were never really sick, the recovery chances are high. Decades ago you went through hell when your mother got sick. And everything turn out fine. Everything will be fine. There is no other option. Everything will be fine.

Within a few minutes Billy ran to you, wanting to help you set everything up, and Tommy waited for you both at the dinner table. None of you noticed the cyan glow coming from the hallway.

Wanda passed by the table, leaving a kiss on the boys' heads, and went back to the kitchen. "Can I put yours?"

"Please, darling", Wanda's voice seem so excited. That made you breath easier. By the time you had served everyone, Wanda left a cup in front of your plate. "I bought you some tea."

You took a deep breath. It was a matter of time before she started making you drink miracle teas. "Thanks, honey." You took a sip of it. Awful. You've drank it all in one gulp, so the torture is over faster. "That was disgusting."

"Feeling better?" Wanda asked you.

You coughed. It was warm, but somehow you feel like something cold dominated your body. "Yeah, I guess." You took a bite of sweet potato, and reached out for her free hand. "No dessert for who don't eat vegetables."

For the first time in ages, Wanda was at home. No one will ever take it from her again. And if someone tries, if the Doctor makes the horrible decision of following her, it won’t be Wanda that comes for them. It will be the Scarlett Witch.

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mrswxyne · 4 months

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Supreme Spouses 💞

#stephen strange #clea #clea strange #doctor strange #marvel #wong #multiverse of madness #charlize theron #benedict cumberbatch #faltinestrange #cleaphen #cleastrange #clea x doctor strange #doctor strange x clea #doctor strange imagine #marvel fanart #doctor strange fanart #fanart

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imaginationeuphoria · 1 year

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Stephen strange : Fuck the Scarlet witch.

Y/n : Yeah- fuck the Scarlet witch.

- Next day -

Y/n : Hey guess who i hooked up with last night.

Stephen strange : Who ?

Y/n : The scarlet...witch!

Stephen strange : What !?

Y/n : You said fuck the-

From Strange reaction Y/n realises what they done.

Y/n : You didn't mean literally...?

Stephen strange : No i didn't mean literally.

Wanda appears behind them Y/n turns to see Wanda smirking at them.

Y/n : it was worth it.

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Scarlet Delivery

a Scarlet Webs story

Wanda Maximoff x Spider-Man!Reader

Wanda was hyperventilating. Her cell phone was buzzing just waiting for you to pick it up.

“Hello?” You manage to answer.

“Detka, where are you?!” She managed to say in between her hyperventilating breaths.

“Currently…rush hour” you said sticking to the front of a police car. The perp was Mac Gargan. “You shouldn’t worry, baby. I’ll be there.”

“Promise?” Wanda said, tears streaming down her cheek.

“I promise.” A gunshot went off. You narrowly dodged a bullet, “gotta go. Hey! Can’t you see I was taking a phone call!?”

And with that you had to hang up and jump back into the fray. You hated having to do patrol without Wanda. But circumstances had changed the flow and now you were solo again. Nothing changes when you’re the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Meanwhile, Wanda’s tears were still flowing as a portal opened behind her. And out of the portal comes this universe’s Doctor Stephen Strange.

“It’s time,” he says gesturing for your lovey witch to follow. She does so, all the while hoping that you’d keep your promise.

You land on the hood of Mac Gargan’s stolen vehicle. “License and registration, sir?”

Blam! Another shot goes off, you jump onto the roof of the car. A couple more shots ring out. You dodge each bullet flawlessly.

“Can we wrap this up?” You mockingly whine, “I have prior engagements!”

You web up Mac and yank him out the car, webbing him to a nearby streetlight. The car barrels towards a nearby crosswalk where a little old lady with a Walker is currently trying to cross.

“Of all the times!” You jump onto the hood and spray it with various webs before jumping onto the back and yanking the car back with all your might, bringing the car to a dead halt mere inches from the elderly lady.

You give a quick salute and swing off. You knew the location. You knew where Wanda was gonna be. It was all a piece of cake right?

Well then came the Vulture. He tries to slice at you once, twice. “Not now Toomes! I have some place to be.”

“Yes. The morgue!” He tries slicing at you again. You swing thru Times Square and web the winged foe in a giant spider web.

“Yo! Spidey!” A citizen calls out to you.

“Yeah?”

“Where’s your lady? The Witch?”

“I’m trying to get to her now!” You call out before swinging off again into the city. Why did it have to be on the other end of New York?

You land on a rooftop. You quickly web a couple silk lines to your suit, forming a makeshift pair of wings.

“I’m coming Wanda,” you shoot out two web lines and slingshot yourself across the city. Catching a wind current, you sail thru the open air of the city.

You see your destination: the Sanctum Sanctorum. You dive bomb and land right in front of the building. Wong quickly answers the door.

“How far?” You ask.

“You made it just in time.” He smiles and leads the way. You nearly run the way to the little room.

You run in to find Wanda in a relaxed position, still hyperventilating. Nine months pregnant and she still looked beautiful as ever. Dr Strange was readying his medical scrubs.

“Detka!” Wanda exclaims, tears of joy streaming down her face. You run up to her, kissing her gently.

“I promised I’d be here, right?” You ask with a little smirk. Wanda giggles and kisses you again.

“Okay Wanda,” Strange intones, “it’s time. Now push.”

“Sure you got this, Doc?” You ask.

“It’s not surgery. I’m just catching the babies. I won’t drop them.”

“Drop them and I will kill you” Wanda say through gritted teeth.

“I believe you” Strange answers back. “Now focus and push.”

It ended up taking the rest of the day and into the night but Wanda delivered two healthy baby boys. You and her were so excited.

“My boys,” Wanda said with fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. “Billy. Tommy.”

“They’re amazing,” you kiss the top of Wanda’s head, “thank you baby.”

“Thank you. I love them so much already,” Wanda let out a little tired laugh. She actually had her boys in her arms. This wasn’t some conjured up version of them. This wasn’t some other universe’s version of them. This was them, flesh and blood. She had a loving spouse, two handsome little babies, a nice little home in Queens.

Wanda finally had the life she always wanted. And best yet, she got to have it with you, her Spider Monkey.

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ultralightpoe · 7 months

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Haunted House - Stephen Strange

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: illusions to smut

Description: Small halloween blurb.

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

It starts as a small whisper from a mother to her neighbor. “Did you hear about the witch and warlock?” The neighbor talked to her sister, this time whispering “The witches are running a haunted house.” Her sister tells her coworker about it, and on and on and on.

Within days the news of ‘The Haunted House’ travels and everyone is preparing for it. Making plans to stop by on Halloween because who in their right mind would miss this?

But no one, NO ONE, was as excited as Stephen Strange.

The sanctum was normally to remain hidden unless the person called to it, but on Halloween (and with proper protection spells of all the artifacts) he began a tradition of opening the sanctum to the world and unleashed his powers upon them…… but that wasn’t his favorite part of it all.

No.

His favorite part was you, his wife, and your natural power.

You came from a coven when he met you, cocky and beautiful, everything about you powerful and smooth. You ended up saving him from a demon, showing him up in all but two moves before you vanished.

It took months of this, you popping up and saving him, before he finally got your name. Wong had warned him about you, warned him about your coven as well.

“They are purists, the witches are not to interact with warlocks or humans. If they find that she does, she could be stranded or worse killed.”

But Stephen couldn’t stay away, he was drawn to you.

Months and months, seeing you became a natural thing and soon enough he was completely in love. Your coven expelled you, and though you had been upset about losing your mother and sisters you had agreed to marry him and you had formed a happy family with him.

And there was one night a year that you allowed yourself to actually unleash the depth of your power.

“America!” You call up the stairs, fixing your cliche witch hat once more before moving to fuss over the streamers on the railing. “Baby wizard come on, it’s nearly time!”

“Coming!” She calls, and Stephen comes around the corner, leaning on the wall as he watches you fuss over the decorations before your adopted daughter rushes down the steps in her own wizard costume.

“YOU LOOK GREAT!” You squeal, pulling her in and fixing the shoulders.

“You’re not mad I chose wizard over witch?” America asks, allowing you to fuss over her.

“Absolutely not, I think you look great. Now where is-”

“Right here.” Stepen smiles before you even have to finish asking, turning slowly to show you his outfit.

“Those are your normal robes, Strange. This is supposed to be-” He smiles and holds out his hand, allowing a fully decorated cloak to fly to him. Cobwebs and black paint over him, and the second he latches on the outfit Stephen had been wearing transforms into the sinister version of it.

“Better? Mrs. Strange?”

“Perfect.” You smile, stepping closer to kiss him deeply before pulling back and clapping your hands.

Stephen takes a moment to admire you, trying not to grow a hard on at your costume before you are finally ready to begin.

“Alright, when the clock strikes 6 we will begin. A new round every hour. Understood?”

“Ready.” America smiles.

“I guess.” Wong sighs from his spot by the door, pretending not to be excited even though he was.

“Extremely ready!” Peter calls, swinging from the ceiling and landing next to America. Another one you had managed to adopt, you had ripped the memory curse and managed to allow everyone in the sanctum to remember him. “Remind me of my role one more time.”

“You’re the dead man hanging, darling.”

“Right. Got it.”

“Let’s begin then.” It takes everything in Stephen not to kiss you when you smile, your eyes shining that magnificent purple. He loved this holiday.

The clock chimes 6 times, echoing out to the first crowd that had formed outside, bouncing on their feet excitedly as they wait for the Sanctum to appear, and once the 6th chime hits a heavy cloud of purple smoke appears and then the building is revealed. Gasps travel through the crowd as everyone pushes forward, stepping up the concrete steps happily.

The doors open slowly, the purple smoke working as a fog as a serene voice rings out to the crowd, lulling them all in. “Come little children, I’ll take thee away-”

Janey, who had just turned 17 three days ago, takes a couple steps in and once 30 people had made it in the doors slam shut and the lighting goes down easily, everyone nearly surrounded in darkness as a purple cloud forms above them. “Follow me, if you dare….”

And there you were, Janey could do nothing but blink up at you as you emerged from the cloud, floating. You were everything.

“It’s the witch of the sanctum!” Someone yells, pointing as if you weren’t the easiest thing to see in the room. You smile, a cheshire cat smile as you gesture for everyone to follow, leading them into your house of horrors.

The last batch of people come in at 4 am, most of them college students not ready to end the night. You had to pull back the scares a bit so there were no incidents. But by the end of the night you are left on the stairs, laying down with a small smile as Stephen comes to find you.

His touches are gentle as he lifts your head to sit on the stairs with you, laying your head on his lap and brushing your hair.

“Have a fun night?”

“The best night ever.” You yawn. “Reminds me of my old home. Especially when the hellhound ended up chasing after that biker guy. If only he knew she was just a puppy who smelled bacon.”

“Why would he have a burger in his pocket, I still don’t understand that.” Stephen jokes, trying to ease the tension in his chest as he gazes at you. He knew you missed it, your family. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Don’t be sorry, Warlock.” You whisper, sitting up and pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Thank you for letting me have fun tonight.”

“I enjoy it, you are msot gorgeous when you’re not taming your powers….. But the medusa trick was a bit much this year.”

“I TURNED HIM BACK.” You defend, smiling from ear to ear. “But we might have to tone down a bit next year.”

“We?” He laughs and you shrug. “Fine. I might have to tone it down next year.”

He grabs your chin softly, pulling you close until his lips are grazing your own. “Don’t ever tone it down, Witch.”

“No problem, Warlock.” He lets himself kiss you then, opening a portal to your room and allowing himself to destroy you.

Janey goes to school, whispering about the house. She tells her friends of the smoke and how the witch had turned a man into solid stone and the hellhound. She tells them about the epic maze of blue star shaped portals that lead them from room to room, each one containing another world.

The news travels about the hellhounds and the flying demons. The skeletons that walked amok and the young man that hung himself in the foyer at the end. (They didn’t know that Peter was using his webs as a harness and the spell you put on him made him unrecognizable)

By the time the police went to the address they found nothing but an empty warehouse, Stephens protection spells back in place keeping his witch and his family safely tucked inside.

{Would love to write more about reader witchling and warlock Stephen}

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luhafraser · 14 days

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If it turns out one day that Sam and cait are really not together would you put up a PSA that they aren't , pretend they are , or just disappear?

Ah Anon you can do better than that...

Like if the day comes where Sam and Cait really aren't together and Sam has been having an affair with Alex for years and it's actually Caitríona who hooked up with these blondes, what would we all do?

🤯🤣

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imeternallylove · 1 year

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Like what? - S.Strange

Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Genre: just smut 🤤🤟🏻

Warning: none

Word: approx 900

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The door slammed shut behind him as your boyfriend stormed in, growling, “I’m mad.”

Cutting your eyes at him, you snapped, “Don’t break my freaking door.”

Stephen was at your side in a heartbeat, leering over you with a very frustrated and equally hungry look on his face. “I like when you yell at me,” he flirted, cocking an eyebrow.

Scoffing, you rose to meet him, grabbing the collar of his shirt in your hands. “You know, when you’re needy, it’s really obvious.”

“I tried,” your boyfriend whined, winking dramatically at you. “Now, can you help me with this really big problem in my pants?”

Pouting your lips, you teased, “oh, big problem, you say?”

He nodded, puffing up his cheeks to look cute and pathetic. Gosh, did it work.

“You seem tense and stressed,” you crooned, gripping his biceps and massaging them before working your way to his chest.

Swallowing loudly, Stephen grabbed your hips and kneaded at your waist.

“I’ll make you a deal,” you said softly, bringing your lips to the side of his neck and pressing a loud, open-mouthed kiss.

“Mm, what’s that?” he hummed, tightening his hold on you.

You stared into his eyes and told him, “I’m going to bend over the back of this couch and let you fuck all that stress out, on the one condition, I better finish.”

“Fuck yes, you will,” he growled.

Smirking up at him, you pecked a quick kiss on his lips and followed your promise, spinning on your heels and grabbing the top of the kitchen counter. With your plump butt offered to him in shorts, he drew a blank, standing there with his jaw slacked before he came back to his senses.

The belt jingled and his jeans hit the floor around his ankles. A hand slid between your thighs, fingers working their way around the material of your shorts and panties before pushing between your lower lips. You braced your forearms on the cold surface of the counter and bit your lip, inhaling sharply as a digit pumped inside you.

“You’re wet enough,” Stephen rasped a moment later, yanking your panties and shorts down your legs, without bothering to free them from your ankles. A second later, the head of his member was at your entrance.

“Mmph,” you exhaled as he thrust into you, bruising your hips with his restraint. He curved gently at first, steadily picking up speed until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Damn it,” Stephen groaned, squeezing your waist in a death grip as he pounded into you, letting out all his stress and anger and borderline exhausting himself.

Your legs buckled at this, struggling with the intensity of his thrusts into your core, and you wavered on tiptoes, trying to use more of the counter where it has dinner over there for balance.

In a heartbeat, Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist, driving you back into his chest. His hand was at your jaw, turning your head so he could lick at your lips before sliding his tongue between them. Fingers moved to your clit, rolling and pinching at the rhythm of his hips.

"Steph..." You whimpered, your eyes rolling, and your back instinctively slumped down into the frigid surface, both of your legs on his firmly gripped arms. “S-so good, babeㅡ“ all you do while he works hard on his sex-making job is only whine beneath him, every move of his hips thrusting in and out eagerly more than you could bear, it's smack your face and showing you how wet you are.

“Shh…” he grunted, bumping your core more speedy and pulled out when he sensed you reach your cloud nine before him just as usual, Stephen grins that you finally splash out to your orgasm juice all at once. He then holding you against him possessively while chasing the high for you both. And when you put out your tongue in lots of pleasure, his white sticky cum splashes all over your face.

“Ahㅡ you made me came so fast, Y/N.”

”Hmm, and your taste so good.”

You laughed as you licked your lips and bite your fingernails, you spotted him slip his cock and release even more sperm on your stomach. His stiff cock, which still stands upright and points at your face, is quite endearing.

Stephen isn't done with you yet, and you know it, which is why he has got his hand on your hips again. When his tip slides, circling on your wet fold, till he pushes it into you and buries his palms on the back of your head, you begin to quaver moan once more.

He starts to fuck you again, this time slowly as you always pleasing.

“I really want to stay like this forever,”

“Like what? Like this?” With chuckling, you brushing his sweaty hair on his brow upward. “Then how we gonna walk while your dick inside me ‘like this.’”

He smirked, shrugging. "Maybe like this." Then he quickly lifts you up off the counter, his muscular arm now pressing on your spine to support the weight of you. It makes you scream with thrill, tie your legs around his quickly, your palm confusedly gripping his shoulder and then wrapped around his neck, his hard cock too deep.

“Oh一” you cried out, shuddered and grasping for breath, “fuck, oh my, fuckㅡ Stephen!”

“I got you, baby girl.”

oi oi

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the-fandom-abyss · 2 years

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In This Universe and Every Other

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 2,146 words

Gif: here

The room crackled with energy as a star shaped portal split the living room in half. A gateway to another universe opened with ease, allowing a version of Wanda to walk through. At the sight, you ran towards Billy and Tommy, noticing her eyes fixated on them. When she noticed your quick movement, she tilted her head, easing her hand in defence. Before you could reach them, a red tendril wrapped around your body.

"I'm their mother! Get away from them!" Her voice cracked, deeper than her usual tone. It caught you off guard, it was unlike the Wanda that you know. Her tendrils threw you across the room, your body slamming against the wall, causing you to crumple to the floor. The sight of Wanda was a blur but you could make out the frazzled hair, the deranged look in her eyes and the snarl she emitted. Her attention was brought back to the boys, as their screams filled the room. Riddled with concern, their eyes trained on the woman on the floor.

"Don't worry about her, mother's here" she dared to step closer to the terrified children, arms outstretched for a hug. Instinctively, they stepped back, closing themselves into a corner. Shuffling could be heard to her side, your broken figure limped towards the boys. She sighed, turning around to finalise her attack, only then did Wanda take in your appearance. The gravity of the situation hit her and it hit her hard. She didn't throw a version of Wanda, like she had thought. She had hurt a version of you, sweet, innocent, you.

"Y/N?" Her facade crumbled, the air had been ripped from her lungs. An immense pressure collapsed on her heart as she broke down. "It's you" tears began to fall down her rosy cheeks, her lip trembling with emotion. The thought of her children pushed to the side, for only a moment.

"Who else would be taking care of our children?" Even through the pain, you offered her lopsided smile, cutting the tension with humour. Your hands clutched to your side, pain emanating from the wound. Worry swirled within her eyes as you leant against the wall, clearly in pain. Her body ached to be closer to you, so she succumbed to the feeling. She moved towards you, until Billy and Tommy shouted in defence.

"Stay away from our mama!" Their little feet ran towards you, creating a barrier between you and the woman they didn’t recognise. Her heart swelled at their protectiveness, even faced with a more powerful foe.

"It's okay boys" you reassured, trying your hardest to keep them calm in their panicked state. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around them, offering reassurance and safety. That's when you took notice of the warm liquid that coated your hand, eyes trailing back to your wound. Wanda followed your line of sight, when she saw your outfit drenched with blood she gasped. She rushed to your side, ignoring the quiet protests of the children. Her own hand clasping over the wound, applying pressure. Once darkened fingers mixed with the crimson of your blood. The moment was Shakespearean, she had blood on her hands but she never thought it would be yours.

"I'm so sorry" her words in an endless loop of regret. It continued to repeat when she pressed harder against your wound.

"It'll be okay" you reassured, your hand providing warmth over hers. Even under these circumstances, your soft touch will always be enough to calm her down.

"I shouldn't have done that" she refused to look up, in fear of discovering love that she did not deserve. Especially not after hurling you across the room.

"You were just protecting our children" your words were spoken with such softness, a stark contrast from the venom that escaped her lips.

"Our?" It was phrased as a question, confusion and uncertainty laced her tone.

"Well you're Wanda, aren't you?" To you, it was the easiest question in the world, like you knew all the answers. To Wanda, it was the hardest question she had yet to face. After her struggle with the Darkhold, it was had to find the line between Wanda and the Scarlett Witch. Then it hit her all at once, she was not their Wanda and she never will be.

"But I'm not their Wanda" It broke your heart to see her so broken, so lost amongst her head, heart and power.

"Doesn't matter, they are yours. In this universe and every other. You are their mother" Wanda parted her lips, ready to interject but you were quick to cut her off. "Don't argue with me Maximoff. They may not recognise you in this, and please don't take offence, terrifying outfit. But deep down, you are their mother, they know you" she took this time to truly look at her boys, your touch having a similar effect on them. Their stares were wide in anticipation, for them she was an intruder but they couldn't help the love they felt in their hearts. "I know you" her eyes were drawn back to yours, a loving smile gracing your lips. You rested your forehead against hers, taking deep breaths, relishing the moment. A fuzzy feeling tickled your skin, dancing around your wound. Red wisps smoothed over the gash, tiny fibres of magic healing what once was broken.

"Thank you" was but a whisper, relief flooding your senses. She retracted her hand, creating distance between you. Even though you have your version of Wanda, you could tell that she was missing a version of you. She seemed hesitant, unsure of herself when it came to interacting with you, there was no confidence in her movements. She seemed guilty for a lot more than her actions today, like she was the one at fault. Curiosity began to rise at the thought of your counterpart.

"Do you have a version of me?"

"I do" her smile matched the hope that swirled inside. From her reaction, you could tell just how in love she was with you. If her version was not dead, then she must have been the reason.

"And let me guess, you let me go?" Her body stiffened, she couldn't help the wave of guilt that overtook her.

"How?"

"You wouldn't be starting anew, if you had what you wanted back home" she was surprised at how calm you were, how easy this discussion rolled off your tongue. It was odd to see how content you were in that moment, even faced with her darkened state. “Boys, why don’t you get comfy in mamas bed?”

“We don’t want to leave you” they trembled at the thought of leaving your side. They snuggled closer into your arms, their grips tightened around your body.

“Do you remember what I said?” They shook their heads, their eyes screwed shut in fear. “There’s a secret password that only your mother and I know” at this their heads popped up, their eyes deeply focused on yours.

“But won’t she know?” Tommy was the first to speak, his eyebrows creased in confusion.

“Yeah, if she’s the same as mum, then she would know the password” Billy titled his head, the action reminding you of Wanda, a subtle nod to her genes within the boys.

“Hmm, you got me there. When did you boys get so smart?” A playful smile graced your features, Wanda swooned at the domesticity of it all. It was a glimpse of a life she had always dreamed of.

“We always were mama, we’re the brains, remember?” Their smiles matched yours, little giggles escaped them.

“And I’m the braun, and mum is?” You puffed out your chest, imitating the strength you possess. Before waiting for their answer.

“The beauty” their eyes sparkled at the thought of their mother. Wanda could hear the sincerity in their voices, they truly believed every word.

“You will be safe, I promise” you placed a gentle kiss on both their heads, squeezing them extra tight, only releasing them when they pleaded for air. They ascended the stairs, looking back at you every so often. It wasn’t until they were at the top of the stairs, looking down at you and the woman who destroyed their house, that they felt somewhat at ease. Without a second to lose, they carried their legs as fast as they could, entering the bedroom and shutting the door behind them.

“As you were saying?” You turned around to face Wanda, giving her your undivided attention. Something that she hasn’t had the pleasure of experiencing in awhile. You offered her a seat at your kitchen island, as you searched for a viable food source. She watched closely at how you moved within the room, soaking in your presence. When you returned with a plethora of cereals, she let out a deep laugh, one that tickled her stomach and reached her eyes. The sound was magical, there would never come a time where you wouldn’t enjoy the sound.

“I haven’t gone grocery shopping yet, this is the best I could do” you shrugged your shoulders, pouring yourself a bowl of cereal. She was not surprised to see a giant serving of pure sugary goodness, some things never change. “Okay I’m ready” you had made yourself comfortable just across from her, waiting to hear this Wanda’s woes. She let out a defeated sigh before starting her story.

"I was foolish. I let my emotions get the better of me and I pushed her away” the moment she left you replayed in her mind. The defeated look on your face, how your eyes glazed over with never ending tears, the way your body shook with despair. It was an image that would haunt her every waking moment, it even seeped into her dreams. “She no longer wants me" her words were barely a whisper but you caught ever last word.

"Now you really are the biggest idiot in the universe" In surprise, she raised her eyebrows at your antics. She could sense the playful undertone in your words, completed with your goofy smile. "Now don't get me wrong, you are a wise woman but sometimes you can be so - dense"

"You watch your tone L/N" she wriggled her finger at you, a flash of red swirled in her iris’. All you could do was laugh, the sight before you was absolutely adorable.

"All I'm saying is that, it's not too late for a second chance" such pearls of wisdom spoken through a mouthful of food.

"You have no idea how badly I messed up"

"You're right, I don't. But I know how I'd feel and my heart would not stop beating for Wanda Maximoff. I will forgive you, after all I am understanding, patient and kind” you tossed you hair from side to side, as a way to emphasis your words. A little cringeworthy but just the right amount for Wanda to enjoy.

"Is this an uplifting speech for me or for you?"

"A little of both, you did just throw me across the room" Wanda sadly nibbled at her bottom lip, her gaze drawn to the ground. It wasn’t until your hands caressed her cheeks, that her gaze drifted up to you. Without hesitation, she leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your hand.

"What I'm trying to say is that she is waiting for you with open arms. She loves you just as much as the day she first met you"

"And how do you know?"

"Like I said, I will love you in this universe and every other. You just have to let me in" Wanda knew she should pull away but you were so alluring. She had craved these moments with you, wished upon every star to have you back. Now that she was faced with a version of you, that couldn’t be described as any word other than infatuated. She allowed herself to be pulled into your orbit, her lips brushing against yours. It was intoxicating how soft your lips were, how you treated her with such care. She wanted more, she needed more. Her tongue swiped your bottom lip, which you allowed with ease. Her tongue found yours, discovering the taste of you. All she could do was moan into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. When your lungs were burning and air was vital, you pulled away. Only to allow room for fresh air, not enough to pull completely away.

“You could have all of this, you know” slipped out through laboured breaths, chest heaving together.

“Hmmm” her mind was hazy, all filled with happy thoughts of you. She couldn’t seem to lift the clouds that coated her thoughts.

“If you just had the courage to tell her” this seemed to knock Wanda back to reality. She was kicked from her fantasy, to find a version of you staring deeply back at her.

“I will”

“You promise?” Lifting your pinky finger in between you, hoping that she would accept the motion. Joy graced your features when she raised her finger and linked it with yours.

“I promise” she had found a new surge of confidence, she would be a fool not to listen to you. Perhaps you would be by her side, if she had just listened to you in the first place. As much as it pained you to ruin the peaceful atmosphere, your Wanda would be home any minute.

“I hate to do this but Wanda will be home soon. She’ll freak if she see’s me kissing another woman, even if it is you”

“You don’t think she’ll freak over her living room?”

“Oh that too” with an understanding, Wanda’s hands glowed scarlet as the room began to shift. All that was broken was now fixed and put back into its original form. “Thank you” you would never get used to her power, it left you in awe every time.

“You helped me, it’s only fair” it was her turn to talk with ease, like she had performed this trick millions of times before. She placed one last kiss to your lips, before making her way towards the portal.

“Good luck” you called out, watching her retreating frame. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as you watched her leave. Even though your Wanda would be walking through the front door any moment now. There will always be something tethering you to Wanda, in this universe and every other.

#marvel #marvel imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine #marvel x reader #ds2 #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness

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