Maybe Not in this Universe (A Wanda Maximoff Fanfic)

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You found yourself falling into a deep dark abyss until you reached the end. The compound was blazed to the ground as you tried to look for your friends but they weren't there.

When you turned around, the scene changed. You were in a field of daffodils in bloom. The daffodils looked beautiful even though they symbolized broken love, sometimes unrequited one.

It was where you found Wanda kneeling on the ground, humming a song you used to hear your own Wanda lull her brother to sleep.

And right before her was you laying on the fresh soil, eyes closed, looking so peaceful as if you were dead.

"Rest now, my detka," Wanda said, her fingers threading through your hair. "You have been good to me."

And then you were being pulled back to reality, forcing to open your eyes just to get away from the dreams you were having.

A strike of arousal suddenly hit you directly between your legs as your mouth let out a whimper, not of pain but of pleasure.

You craned your head forward to see a moving figure underneath the blanket. You tried to move but strong arms held your thighs apart. And as you felt a tongue slipped through your folds up towards your clit then wrapping itself  around the bud, you moaned out loud, pressing your head back against the pillow, your hands clenching around the sheets beside you.

After gaining some composure, you attempted to peer inside the blanket, finding Wanda's green eyes full of lust and mischief staring right back at you.

You had never been this aroused before. And as Wanda pulled and squeezed your ass with her hands, placing you firmer against her mouth, you muttered an apology as your hands made its way into her head, holding it in place as you bucked your hips into her, your swollen clit slid with want against her eager tongue.

You thought you died when she made you come twice with her tongue and mouth devouring you and another with her fingers thrusting deep inside of you.

You woke up an hour later to the smell of eggs and bacon from the kitchen, which managed to seep through the door.

As you went downstairs, you found Wanda humming a familiar song as she swayed in the kitchen. The sight made you smile. It almost looked perfect.

She jumped when you hugged her from behind, greeting her a good morning.

"Someone had a good morning, indeed," Wanda greeted back, turning towards you as she captured your lips with hers.

"Well, I wasn't really opposed to be woken up like that every morning," you quipped with a smirk.

And then she snaked her arms around your shoulders, pulling your face back to her as she deepened the kiss.

When it wasn't for the smell of burned eggs, you wouldn't have stopped making out in the kitchen. You both laughed it out as you helped her cook another batch.

It didn't stop from there. If Wanda wanted to be distracted by kissing or touching you, you let her be, avoiding the conversation you soon would be having. You were both blissful like you just got married and you were both on your honeymoon.

You made love with her again later that night under the sheets. And the next night after that. And the next one after that. Some nights were slow and sensual ones, taking time learning what makes each other moan louder. And some nights were just fast and rough but never less intimate.

Other nights, you didn't even make it to the bed as she rode shamelessly on your fingers and later on your face as you laid down on the carpet just outside the bedroom.