how about baking with wanda, that would be really cute
I tried to look for the gif (without America's punch) but i had no luck
Baker!Wanda is becoming my downfall. Just saying.
Enjoy this masterpiece of a face 🤭🤭🤭
Turning in bed, you smiled at the sweet smell flooding the house as you basked in the comfiness your bed provided you as you heard the soft singing of your girlfriend.
"There's a bunch of deformed ones you can feed off," Wanda sighed as she kept stirring the icing.
Swallowing the cookie, you embraced her from behind resting your chin on her shoulder. "Want me to help?"
"Please," she turned around and hid her face on the crock of your neck.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen as she calmed down, you kissed her head after a few moments. "C'mon." You moved to change the playlist to an upbeat one and put on an apron, ready to be prompted.
As the time passed and the rumors spread out, Wanda's name became something big, turning her into a huge ball of nerves with each new customer that contacted her for their events. And as her girlfriend, it was your duty to help her.
"How much should I add?" You asked, mixing the colored buttercream.
"Four drops. We need it pastel purple," Wanda hummed from the oven.
The quietness that settled between you two, only interrupted by the music coming from the speaker- got you thinking of ways to make Wanda's dream a reality.
"Impressive," Wanda smiled as she looked at you finishing the last touches of the cake. "Maybe I should give you a rise."
The noise coming off her got you giggling as you spun yourselves, sitting her on the countertop.
"I didn't mean this kind of rise."
"I don't need it anyways," you purred kissing her jaw.
"We have work to do, baby," Wanda's words opposed her movements.
Settling between her legs, you parted your lips from her skin, fixating your eyes on hers.
Just as she was closing the distance, you dirtied her nose with the remaining buttercream.
"You're dead," Wanda jumped off reaching for the pastry bag.
"Don't you dare." You squeaked rushing off, but you found yourself trapped as Wanda was faster.
"Apologize."
Looking around for something to defend yourself, you grabbed the wooden spoon covered in cookie dough. "Never."
Walking backward around the small kitchen, you maintained yourself put in front of a wickedly smirking Wanda, cornering you in a predatory way.
"You have no chance against me, love." The brunette coed.
"Surrendering will be like dying."
"At least it'll be by me."
"Yeah, no thank you. This is not how I wanna die." You felt your cheeks flustering at the not-so-innocent thought.
The dark laugh coming from Wanda's throat got your baby hairs spiking.
The sound alone with the haunting face in front of you sending shivers through your whole body.
"Did you decide your next move?" Wanda raised her eyebrow expectantly.
"I say we should keep working."
Wanda tsked. "Pussy."
Locating the flour through your periphery, you quickly took some and threw it to a distracted Wanda.
But you regretted it as soon as her face was covered in white powder. "I'M SORRY!"
In the blink of an eye, Wanda had you pinned on the floor, her angry face in place and her chosen weapon over you. "You'll never understand. Will you?"
You scrunched your face as you felt the cold icing on your forehead.
"You're so reckless that you don't think about the consequences," Wanda spoke calmly as she kept torturing you.
"You know that won't take you anywhere, sweety,"
Wanda's mischievous voice along with the feeling of a cold, wet substance against your skin got you breathing deeply.
"Please, have mercy." You spoke defeatedly.
Wanda hummed finishing her last touches before she smiled contently with her work. "Maybe this will teach you once and for all." She kissed your nose before standing up, moving to the remaining cookies to be decorated.
"Thanks for helping," Wanda spoke over her shoulder as you walked towards the bathroom.
Your laugh ricochetted through the apartment as you saw your reflection in the mirror.
