26 / Just Here To Read Fic & Follow Things I Like

“Well-” She was cut off before she could continue by a loud screech, followed by a roar not long after. The two of you stood up hastily, hands still intertwined as you stared into the distance. Without saying another word, you pulled Thena against your body and she held onto you tightly while a golden wing formed on your back.

You flew towards the sound, seeing the other eternals running about at the scene. Finally, something to take off your mind from its melancholic episode. You and Thena grinned at each other before you let go of your hold, the Goddess of war immediately slashing through a deviant’s neck. “Kick ass!” You shouted, flying over to yet another ugly monster.

•°•°•°•°•°•

The night did not end like you expected. In fact, no one could’ve ever expected it. The news hit your ears but they’ve barely registered in your brain. There were no more deviants, the last of them are the remains of corpses. But the event that hit you the hardest was Thena, who apparently got a case of the, as Ajak called it, Mahd Wy’ry.

She came too close to ending your life then, because you were too stunned and afraid of ever hurting a hair on her body. Gilgamesh stepped in just in time and you could only stare at the unconscious woman breathlessly.

“Hey.” You ran over to Thena’s side, who was laid out in the middle of the room. Her eyes opened and you shoulders sagged in relief as they were no longer white. “You’re okay.” Assuring her, you let her lean on your side as they explained the extent of what happened.

“We could take you to Arishem. To reset your memories.” Ajak offered an idea, which a lot of the eternals went against. “She won’t be our Thena, anymore.” Makkari signed, devastated on the idea of her dearest friend losing her memories.

“I want to remember.” The woman on your side spoke for the first time, pulling everyone’s eyes to her. They shared unsure glances, and it seemed every single member of your family understood the danger of keeping them. “I’ll take care of her.” Gilgamesh decided. Mighty and strong as he was, you knew he’d always had a soft spot for her.

With teary eyes, Thena shoot him a grateful nod, before they moved on to you, anticipating your judgement. Sensing your hesitation, she lowered her head and closed her eyes, bracing herself for your disagreement. “She could easily end any one of us, you know that, right?” Kingo stated out the fact, and you squeezed her arm in reassurance. “We’ll take that chance.”

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You spent the next century searching for a place to stay before settling on Australia. A wide settings, far, far away from any human residences. As you and Gilgamesh tried to find ways to get her back when an episode occurs, hard were the understatement of the century.

Both of you learned that fighting her only makes things worse. Running away wasn’t an option. You tried locking her down in a room, and it ended up with the three of you having to build the whole house over again because she destroyed it to the ground. For some time, the only way to stop her was Gilgamesh knocking her unconscious, like the first time.

Besides the failed attempts and false discovery on stopping her madness, the three of you bonded more than you ever had throughout your whole life. Gil loved cooking, so Thena and you bought an apron with the words “Kiss the cook” as a joke. He sulked for a few days about it, but then would never take it off while in the kitchen.

Thena had a little sanctuary in the backyard of the house, where she would paint to calm her thoughts. You’d sit there with her and hum random songs, and Gil would occasionally join. It’d usually end up with you and the male eternal making a fool out of yourselves, but at least Thena was smiling again, and you both thought it was worth it.

Gilgamesh went into the city the first time it happened. He said, specifically, not to burn the house down while he was away. It was when a horde of what seems to be an army marched past, and no, they weren’t close. But it was the battle cries that triggered Thena, who were just sipping her tea on the couch.

You do not have the power to effectively knock her down like Gil does, and you were running out of ideas on how to limit her because this woman does not tire. You’d have loved the idea in certain situations, but this wasn’t one of it. Ducking from a sword swung at your head, you turned to see Gilgamesh’s cupboard cut in half. “Oh, no.” Time to get her outside.

You wrapped your arms tightly around her and flew through the roof (breaking it in the process, but we’ll talk about that later), You threw Thena onto the ground, wincing as you watched her stumble. “Thena,” Drawing out her name as a warning, you lowered yourself and set your foot on the sand. “This doesn’t have to get ugly.” Another sword formed in her hand.

Gilgamesh and you have always tried to talk her out of an episode, but none seemed to break through. It sort of became a habit to make small talks while trying to figure out a way, though it always ended the same.

As she charged at you, a golden string appeared on the ground and slithered to her, a wall of soil rose around her and efficiently trapping her inside it. Groans and screams of frustration rang out as she pounded and hit the shit out of the little prison you created.

Walking to her, you touched the tough soil and it glowed a warm yellow, on the inside, Thena stopped struggling. Her breaths evened out, and her weapons disappeared. With a pounding heart, you thawed the barrier between the two of you like it was ice, and your eyes settled on the woman standing in front of you. Her eyes were still white and blank, but you felt the burn of her stare.

“Hey, love.” You held out your hand, palm facing the sky. “It’s okay,” Taking a step forward, you gained a piece of confidence when she didn’t back away. “No one’s gonna hurt you. I’m here.” Her calloused hand was shaking as she clasped it with yours and you squeezed it gently. “That’s it, you’re doing great, honey.”

The sun was blaring down on the two of you, the quiet wind blowing the sand and it almost seemed like a dream you’ve had. As soon as her forehead touched yours, the whites clouding her eyes faded, and she stared at you in shock. You grinned from ear to ear, the excitement of having brought her back consuming your whole being. Thena smiled at the little invention, a sigh leaving her lips and she leaned her head on your shoulder, her eyes gleaming for the first time in years. It felt like a weight have been lifted off her aching heart ever since that night.

You shared the story with Gilgamesh faster than he could step his foot inside the house, and smiled sheepishly as he discovered the state of his kitchen. “I’ll fix it.” You gave a promise, but he shook his head. Picking up a broken bowl, he gestured to the silver haired woman watching your interaction. “Worth it.”

Three of the eternals stayed there for approximately 500 years, Gilgamesh eventually found a way to calm Thena down, too. It wasn’t the kind of life you thought you’d be living in, but everyday spent with her was worthwhile. Spending time with Thena did not decrease the admiration you’ve had for the longest of time for her. She was closed off and poised as stoic, always calm in battles.

But during those years, you’ve discovered that she was the softest being on earth. You could guarantee it. Behind closed doors, she was soft-spoken and gentle. She’d blush easily when you give her a compliment, her laughs the sweetest sound to ever hit your ears when you made fun of Gilgamesh together.

Without realizing, your love for her grew with each day spent around her. The air shifted between the two of you since the discovery, and you literally calling her pet names to bring her back, and it was always just an unspoken understanding. It was there, implied in the glances you’d share, the nights you’d spend together. She knew and you knew the love you shared was as real as it could get.

You guessed this kind of life wasn’t so bad, after all.

Until the others suddenly paid a visit. An earthquake took place just a few days before they arrived, so you guessed it had something to do with it. Thena relapsed into her old self, staying in the backyard for hours on end, not interacting much with either of you.

The news of Ajak’s death hit you like a lightning, and it felt as if the wind was knocked out of your body. They went to retrieve Thena while you sat alone in your room, the weight of losing a family heavy on your heart.

The next few days were a blur. It all happened so fast, with the deviants coming back and the emergence taking place. Gilgamesh was heavily injured due to the battle with the deviants in Amazon, and Thena wouldn’t stop blaming herself as she claimed she’d distracted him with another episode. Luckily, you got there just in time and burned the ugly beast to hell, though not so bad it could kill him, it was enough for him to get off of the eternal you’ve grown close to.

It was decided that Gil would be put on bedrest, and so he stayed in Phastos’ lovely home with his consent.

Ikaris was a son of a bitch, and all hell broke loose when you understood when he said he ‘wasn’t as good as you think’. He killed Ajak. You’ve never hated anyone so much in your life that you wanted to kill them and make them suffer.

When you should be focusing on stopping Tiamut from emerging, you were instead fighting him. Too focused you were at him, you didn’t realize Thena wandering off on her own, going after the deviant who injured Gil.

Leaving the team, you flew into a cave, where you found her with the deviant absorbing her power. “No!” You threw a fire blast, making him detach the strings from her body. He harmed your Thena. And in an instant, all you saw was red.

You were never the best at hand to hand combat, but you were in a cave. Rocks were thrown, but they weren’t enough to hurt. Sharp icicles lodged themselves into his body, but he took them out and healed easily. You were quick, but his endurance was massive.

Thena stood up slowly, her head still foggy, grunts of pain and pants filling her ears and she couldn’t seem to stop the ringing. She took some deep breaths like you taught her, trying to calm her racing heart. Struggling to get in control of her own mind, she was snapped out of it when a sickening scream echoed.

“Thena!” With your neck under the grip of the monster’s and him basically draining you out of life, your eyes started to water from the lack of oxygen. “Please.” Your voice cracked, black spots were dancing in your vision.

It took her less than two seconds to kill the deviant.

Strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground and you gasped for air. “What did you do?” She repeated the question over and over again with tears streaming down her face, lips trembling as she checked you over. Bringing your hand up to wipe her tears away, she leaned onto your palm. “You’re okay, we’re okay.” She sniffled, “Hey, look at me. It’s alright, we’re fine, here.” You brought her head to the crook of your neck, and there, she could feel your heartbeat.

“Don’t do that ever again.” You shook your head and placed a kiss on her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. Deep down, she knew you would do it again in a heartbeat. “Anything to keep you safe.” You’d once told her. But the thought of your life taken at her expense was too much, the fear clutching tight at her heart.

“I love you.” Thena lifted her head from your shoulder to look at you, and she inhaled at the depth your eyes held, the genuine affection bared before her own. “I love you, and I would do anything. Okay? You’ll be alright, I promise.” Your thumb brushed her cheek, taking care of the tears that kept on falling. “I love you, too.” Her voice was raspy from the crying, and her fingers traced the open scars littering your skin. “Promise me you’ll be alright, too?” You breathed out a laugh in relief, nodding your head.

The ground rumbled under you, taking your attention off of each other. “Duty calls.” Standing up on shaky feet, your neck ached as you turned to your side, opening your arms as invitation. “Still up to stopping a celestial?” Thena wrapped her arms around your midsection, pulling her body flush against yours. But before answering your question, she pressed her lips onto yours, taking in the feeling of your soft lips she’d dreamt about for so long. When breath became a necessity, she pulled away. “With you? Always.”

•°•°•°•°•

When the heat of the battle subsided, you went back and retrieved Gilgamesh who insisted he was feeling fresher than ever. Along with Druig and Makkari, the five of you rode on the Domo in search of other eternals. It was strange to watch Druig being so soft with Makkari, that you thought you were hallucinating for a moment.

“I mean, you can’t blame me.” The mind controller mentioned as he noticed your questioning glances. “Don’t pretend that Thena doesn’t do the same to you.” You raised your eyebrows at his accusation, and he too raised his as a challenge for you to make a rebuttal.

“At least I’m not just seamlessly flirting and actually did something about it.” You pointed out nonchalantly. His eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, what?” You only shrugged, moving your feet towards the main quarter of the ship, finding Thena, Makkari and Gilgamesh lounging on the floor, each one of them with a book on their lap.

Thena’s head lifted up and a wide smile took over her face at the sight of you approaching, and you can’t help the butterflies from erupting in your stomach. She reached out her hand which you gladly accepted, falling into her embrace like it was the most natural thing to do. “Hello, love.” Her deep voice carried so much warmth and love, and your eyes light up like, in Gil’s words, a lovesick puppy.

You leaned forward to catch her lips, and she complied, but a thud of a book falling to the floor broke you off. Makkari sat with her mouth agape, turning to Druig. “Are you seeing this?!” She signed in complete disbelief, but a smile overtook her features shortly.

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Like now, watching you eat the lollipop ever so innocently while your conversation with Nat had continued on, and delved into other topics. A tightness in her pants began to form when your tongue was poking out to softly lick the red orb, then you mindlessly swirled it around the entire candy just before sucking it all in.

Wanda couldn't take the rising tension, so she made quick work of storming towards you, sending the redhead a tight smile as she yanked you up from your chair causing you to widen your eyes. Natasha smirked at you in perceived victory to which you swiftly flipped her off before you no longer had the chance as Wanda dragged you out of the room quickly.

"What were you thinking?," she hissed while throwing your nervous form onto the bed., "Wanda, what are you...," her stern glare cut your play of confusion off., "I wanted to prove that I could do it, Natasha said with the way we fuck like bunny's that there's no way I could.," you explained in exasperation, crossing your arms over your chest to show the obvious way her words offended you., "I can so hold out."

Wanda smirked., "Yeah, well what if I can't?," she stalked over to you in a predatory fashion., "What gave you the right to make this pussy off limits to me?," you gulped and tried to avert your eyes, but she gripped your chin harshly., "Did you forget who fucking owns you detka?," you quickly shook your head in the negatory., "No, mommy, I-I didn't mean to upset you."

Wanda hummed as she pretended to take your weak apology to heart., "Well, your apologies don't help mommy here, now do they?," she slowly unzipped her jeans with her free hand, forcing your gaze to watch as her cock sprung free and for you to shuffle uncomfortably on the bed., "I'm not partaking in this silly bet, but there's a way you can help mommy, but still win.," your eyes widened when she tapped your lips with the tip of her cock., "Last time I checked it's you who can't nut, so get to work."

A shiver ran down your spine when you realized what you'd gotten yourself into, but you also couldn't pretend you weren't thrilled. Wanda's hand flew to your hair as soon as your tongue teasingly swirled around her dark red tip, her abs tensed as she prepared herself for the familiar feeling of your mouth, and once she felt the sensational warmth she groaned., "Don't fucking stop until I cum down your fucking throat detka.," she panted as you began to bob your head up and down her length in a consistent rhythm that had her cock twitching uncontrollably., "That's it detka, keep going."

Wanda came with a strangled moan when you  forced the entirety of her length down your throat, the titillating sounds of you gagging enough to throw her over the edge of bliss. After a few more thrusts into your mouth the woman pulled out, then chuckled darkly when you looked to her like you always did whenever you were ready for her to spread you open.

"Oh no detka, mommy doesn't date quitters.," she taunted your whining form., "You got this."

You stared in adjunct horror as your lover left the room as if she didn't just violate your throat, then leave you in your sexual distress. You groaned as you fell back into the mattress, cursing Natasha as you stared at the ceiling.

A cold shower... Yeah, that should help...

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It was odd for the witch, this newfound need to constantly have your lips around her cock. It's as if the invisible barrier between her and your sex made her even more needy for you, the idea of being denied her cocks rightful home forcing her to find other vacancies; it was thrilling. She'd already taken you by surprise ten times in two weeks, to her that was a show of mercy, and to you it was like actual fucking torture.

Which is why you'd done your best to avoid her for the last few days, changing up your routine in the slightest ways so it wasn't too obvious, but the witch wasn't an idiot, and it only made her more needy having to chase you. Said chase coming to an end now as she found you in the same meeting room., "Oh, look who it is.," your whole body tensed, an unfamiliar reaction to the voice of the woman you love.

"You've been avoiding mommy.," you tried to shake your head, but she wasn't having it., "Don't play coy detka, I can hear your thoughts and I have to say, it hurts that you'd do this.," she pouted, but you saw right through the facade., "My jaw was sore.," you admittedly grumbled causing her to laugh maniacally., "That's unfortunate, because seeing you in those shorts is making mommy's cock throb."

In a swift motion she pulled you up from your chair, and into her for an aggressive kiss as she slammed your body into the wall. Slowly she began to thrust her front into yours, purposely turning you on just so she could leave you in a fit like you'd left her for days., "Knees, now.," you whimpered when she abruptly shoved you down, and removed you from her soft lips., "Take care of the mess you've made detka."

Without anymore prompts you pulled her grey sweats down to rest by her knees with her red boxers following suit. Wanda smiled down at you when your hands began to pump her shaft, your pace was slow, and she was amused by it., "Detka, we don't have all day, unless you're in for giving the entire team a show.," you sighed, then you leaned forward to delicately kiss her tip that was coated in her precum, giggling to yourself as the appendage twitched for you.

You took a ragged breathe through your nose while you worked your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion. Your jaw was indeed still sore, but you weren't that upset to have Wanda filling your mouth, it always made you feel great to know she needed you wholly. Also, knowing that you were the reason she was moaning so loudly, and leaning into the wall as she became desperate for her release. There was no greater feeling than the pride that came with making Wanda reach her bliss.

Wanda was grateful she locked the doors with her powers, even though the rest of the team weren't due for another half hour, she wanted to preserve the both of your dignity, or at least hers. With her hand in your hair she began to thrust her hips, meeting your bobbing head, and once your throat constricted around her cock she became erratic with her movements.

No longer were you in control—you never really were—her hand was holding you steady while she fucked your throat without reprieve. With every thrust down your throat you could feel her twitching more and more, your hands held tightly to her ass, kneading the flesh to honestly calm yourself down while focusing on breathing in through your nose., "Detka, mommy's going to—fuck, I'm going to cum, and you better fucking swallow it all down!," in an attempt to push her forward you lowered your hands to squeeze her ballsack, and the moan that tore from her throat was enough to have you clenching your thighs together.

Wanda continued to thrust into you as her load was released down your throat, pearls of white settled on the corners of your lips as she was spreading her release all around while she came down from her oh so glorious high., "Fucking hell detka, I miss your pussy, but your mouth is just as fucking magical.," she lifted you up off the ground with a hand around your throat, slamming you back into the wall while she intensely looked you over.

Wanda leaned forward, her hand tightening around your throat while her tongue licked over your lips, cleaning off the mess she made before she tenderly kissed your lips and left you breathless in every sense of the word., "Don't ever leave mommy hanging like this again detka.," she growled out in direct contrast to her former softness, then she released her grip on you just in time for you to gasp enough to regather your breath, and then to take your designated seat besides her.

No one questioned your disheveled appearance as they started to file into the room, but you did catch the way Natasha softly snorted as she looked between you and Wanda, who wore a satisfied smile, while you stared at your hands. Tony began to speak about the team mission next week, but you were too busy hyper focusing on the woman's slick that was coating your mouth and dripping down your throat.

*Focus up detka, or you're going to make mommy need your assistance again...*

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The mission that you all went on was grueling, your body ached incessantly as you entered the compound, and all you wanted to do was sleep. But as you laid down in the bed after cleaning the grime off you couldn't stop thinking of your lover, she had looked so defeated after you'd entered together, and all you now wanted was to find her and make her feel a smidge better. Wanda told you she'd be in the kitchen; baking did always make her feel better, but you had something else in mind to relieve the stress.

When you entered the kitchen you stood in the doorway, watching as she swayed around to the beat of her calming nature sounds and held a bowl in her hands that you believed to be the batter for her delectable, ooey gooey brownies., "Detka, take a picture, it'll last longer.," you rolled your eyes, then made your way over to wrap your arms around her from behind., "What happened to your nap, are you okay?," your heart warmed to hear her clear concern.

"I missed you mommy.," she shivered when you placed a kiss to the nape of her neck while your hand slowly slid beneath her apron, and slipped into her pants to palm her over her boxers., "Detka.," she breathed through gritted teeth, but you could feel her hardening as you began to slowly rub her over the dri-fit fabric., "Shh, mommy just let me take care of you."

Wanda nearly dropped her batter when you delved into her boxers and groped her shaft., "Don't tease me detka.," she released a shaky breath as your hand began to move up and down her shaft in slow, and steady strokes. This pace of yours actually seemed to help, her tense muscles were relaxing with every move; she felt at peace with your body against hers.

The idea of releasing in her pants however didn't sit well with her as she was still baking. Her hand stopped yours, causing you to pout against her shoulder but she soon remedied the situation when she spun in your hold to kiss you hard, while her hand now took over stroking her throbbing cock., "Mmm, I wanna cum on your face baby, please.," she was so incredibly desperate to see you in such a state.

There was no hesitation as you dropped to your knees, taking over for her so that she could just enjoy the show., "Shit, you look so fucking hot when you're on your knees for me honey.," she could feel her stomach flexing as you increased the speed of your hand, and looked up at her with eyes that shone with a faux innocence., "Fuck, fuck, fuck.," she chanted the curse as she felt the pit in her stomach burst, she watched in awe as her load spurted out in thick white lines atop of your freshly cleaned face. 

Wanda smirked at the sight of you, with her cum perfectly drizzled over your face in swirls., "Cinnamon rolls sound good to you detka?," you returned her smirk, and nodded softly., "Sounds perfect mommy.," she hummed as you kissed her, her tongue then set out to clean your face of the sinful evidence, before she placed a final few kisses to your plump lips., "Get me the flour then will you moya lyubov?"

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As with most missions that require the entire team, there's always an unnecessary party to follow. Tony declared that it would fall at the end of the month, his way of bridging the gap between the months for thanks and cheer. Wanda told you she'd see you there as she had taken it upon herself to set up, but really she just wanted to surprise you with her suit, but had she really been thinking she should've known you'd had the same sort of idea.

When you arrived at the gala all eyes were tuned onto you, the flashes of cameras not even throwing you off as you shoved passed Tony's crew and into the venue in search of your love. Nobody's eyes mattered to you more than hers, and fortunately for you they'd been fixated on the door, and were now dilated at seeing you. Wanda was unable to hear Bucky anymore, his crisis over Steve was now left unresolved as she settled her glass on the nearby table and left.

The dress you wore was designed to be ruined, Wanda was almost sure of it as she shamelessly  stared at you from the end of the venues bar. Those familiar thighs of yours were on display as the deep red fabric was slitted on each side. Wanda was desperate to be buried between them, it didn't matter how either, her mouth, fingers or cock, nothing was off limits to her. It'd been too fucking long, and the both of you were painstakingly aware of this, which is exactly why you wore this, to remind her of what she's been missing out on this month.

Wanda met you halfway after you locked eyes., "Detka, you look beautiful.," she immediately pulled you in by your hips, nuzzling her nose against your own before kissing you lovingly., "Thank you honey, but have you seen yourself"

Wanda smirked, because yes, she had indeed seen herself, and she knew she looked good., "Oh this?," she teased you, chuckling as you left her without a reply, because your eyes were too busy looking her over, in the suit that somehow matched the shade of your dress perfectly.

Funny enough there wasn't anything revealing about her outfit like there was yours, where your breasts were out on display, hers were tucked away beneath her bright white polo. Wanda didn't need to show skin to look hot, it was all in her dominant stance, coupled with the way she looked at you with her hypnotizing viridescent eyes that shone with so much love for you that it made your heart burst.

Then when she grips your bicep to regather your attention, like now, you can feel the chill of her metal rings as they settle atop your skin., "Hm?," you girlfriend chuckled, taking the drink from your hands just to down it for you., "I lost you there for a minute detka, maybe you should lay off the booze, yeah?," she winked, and you pouted but reluctantly you nodded., "Good girl..."

Wanda pulled you onto the dance floor, and allowed your bodies to sway to whatever beat was playing as she stared down at her watch. Time was taunting her, because in just two hours time she was allowed to have you, but with the way you were pushing yourself back into her crotch she wasn't sure she'd last., "Careful detka, wouldn't want you to lose when you're this close.," you whined as she stilled your movements with a firm grip of your hips.

"Mommy, please.," you spun around to see her, "I don't care anymore, I just want you inside."

Wanda pulled you forward, her lips met yours, catching the pitiful groans you let out as you felt her hardened bulge through your dress. The witch wasted no time either as she pulled you off the floor, and towards the exit where you just so happened to catch sight of Natasha. The redhead smirked as she caught on, sending a wink your way with the tip of her drink, and if your eyes didn't deceive you, you're almost certain she mouthed out a "you're welcome." To which you once again just flipped her off.

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Once you were back in your room you felt like you were combust as Wanda snapped your dress out of existence and shoved you back onto the bed., “I’m going to wreck you.,” she now hovered above you in her bra, and briefs., “Please do.,” you groaned before pulling her face down and into yours for a passionate kiss. Wanda groaned herself as she was slowly thrusting down, just for your ample wetness to quickly transfer from your panties to her briefs.

Wanda pulled back to look up from you, a smirk took over her face as she saw the time. 11:50PM flashed brightly from your bedside table., “Ten minutes detka, bet we can time it just right too.,” she giggled when you met her with a confused expression, then she began to slowly move down your body, leaving behind deep marks like she always did, it was her favorite way to remind you that you were hers.

The witch lifted the hem of your panties teasingly slow, giving the illusion of incoming relief, then she watched your body flinch as she allowed the fabric to slap back into your skin., “Patience detka.,” she mocked, then she pulled the sticky fabric down, staring in awe as she was met with your glistening folds., “Mmm.,” she took a deep breath in, letting the smell of your arousal really seep in before she began to lightly lick at the sensitive mound, making your body squirm and twitch, and huff out in obvious frustration., “Mommy!,” she hummed against your clit causing your thighs to clench around her head., “Mommy said she doesn’t date quitters, so just be patient now detka…”

Wanda continued to tease you, increasing the amount of arousal that coated your thighs, and now her lips as she barely gave you any relief. After a painstakingly long six minutes she finally picked up her pace, slipping two of her fingers into you unannounced, and loving the way your body reacted to such a simple act. Her lithe fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm, building you up, but expertly ensuring you didn’t fall over into bliss just yet. It wasn’t until the clock flashed 11:59pm that your lover increased the momentum, and added the use of her mouth back into the mix.

Counting down from ten against your clit in a stimulating hum had your whole body tensing in anticipation for the release that was about to take place, the pit was tightened unbearably, and after she got to one, her fingers curled strategically into your spot, causing your back to arch off of the bed while your bodies lower half convulsed. Wanda graciously replaced her fingers with her tongue as she claimed every last bit of your given arousal, even delving it deep within you to prolong your high.

Wanda was aching for release of her own, she went to roll a condom over her length but you quickly stopped her., “Mommy, no, I-I want you to cum inside me, please.,” her eyes lit up as you finally gave her the go ahead she’d been dreaming about., “Oh detka, you’re going to look so fucking beautiful carrying my child.,” she took a shaky breath in as she prepared her body to feel your warmth in totality, she has an unusually high stamina, but the fear of being lost in the feeling of your pussy and therefore prematurely busting was at an all time high.

Your whines for more inspired her to finally take the next step, her cock was even twitching in anticipation as she finally pushed her tip in., “Oh shit.,” she groaned as the unfamiliar feel of you organically wrapping around her hit, and you clenched hard at the feel of her filling you., “You’re so fucking tight detka, gonna make me cum without even fucking trying.,” she rested her forehead against yours, the both of your breaths mixing as she tried to reel herself in, then she finally brought her lips to yours in a rough kiss to match the pace she picked up.

Her tongue easily overtook yours, she explored your mouth, intent on tasting you in all forms, with added hints of sweetness from your drink, and a sliver of your essence from your arousal that still somewhat coated her lips and tongue. Your broken moans were filtering into her mouth as she fucked her cock so deeply into you that you could feel a prominent bulging of your abdomen with every repeated thrust. Wanda eventually lost her ability to keep up with the kiss as you’d already done long before her, she instead burrowed her face in your neck, sucking at the unmarred skin as she worked tirelessly to build you both up.

“Mommy please, I need to cum, but I need you to fill me up, wanna feel you deep inside.,” she groaned at your pleadings, you sounded as desperate for it as she herself felt, and so she ruthlessly pounded you into the mattress, choking out moans as your walls fluttered intensely around her length for a final time as she stilled atop you, her cum painting your walls white, and sending you into one of the most aggressive orgasms you’ve ever had.

Wanda watched in awe as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your back arching only causing her to spasm further as her cock was twisted and squeezed even harder, and she collapsed into you as the last of her cum spilled out of her, she was content with this position too, this way her seed didn’t come spilling out, and also, when she wakes up with her usual morning wood she’d already be in the perfect place to relieve that tension. Double ensuring that you ended up pregnant, and that she is never displaced from your cunt again.

“Sleep well princessa, mommy loves you.,” she laid a gentle kiss to your cheek, then hummed when you turned to meet her lips for a slow kiss., “I love you too Wands, so very much.,” she smiled tiredly, flicking her wrist to cover your bodies with the blanket, then she slipped off into a well deserved nights sleep after you.

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The truth was you weren’t a fan of your birthday, it seemed to only bring disappointment and it was just safer keeping your heart under lock and key, never expecting anything, and certainly not expecting a whole town to gather to celebrate with you. Getting your hopes up only meant one thing, you were going to get hurt. So, you told yourself to enjoy this small moment for what it was, temporary. 

Heels clicked in the distance and when you looked to the opposite side of the room, eyes darting past a sea of strangers, there she was. Candlelight illuminated her olive skin, fire dancing in her chocolate eyes as she concentrated on holding your birthday cake whilst Emma barged through the crowd making a path for Regina to gracefully sashay through. 

“Happy birthday!” Emma exclaimed through a wide smile, offering a small hug, and quickly moving out of the way; revealing the breath-taking sight of Regina in a tight fitted red dress. 

Chanel perfume and vanilla icing permeated the air around you, suddenly no one else mattered. Suddenly, it was just you and her. A smirk appeared on her lips, looking down to the cake then back at you, she quirked an eyebrow. 

“I think this is where you make a wish.” Emma said, lightly nudging you with her elbow. 

Jumping back into your body you realised the singing had come to a halt and you were gawking at Regina, drool practically making its way down your chin with a full audience. 

“Oh, ummm, right.” You stumbled. Leaning forward, trying not to stare at the full display of cleavage directly at eye level, you closed your eyes picturing where you wanted to be and blew out your candles, sending a wave of cheers across the swarm. Painted in your mind were the stars above you and the solidity of the ground colliding with you back, the true image of peace and solitude, that was your wish. 

Almost an hour had passed, and it wasn’t surprising to see everyone had dispersed into small groups, talking amongst themselves, laughs and chatter filled the small diner, though somehow, you’d managed to end up alone.

Looking out to the barren street, the clatter of dishes and voices faded into background noise. No one had forced you into the little booth or put you on a time out, you couldn’t be mad. So why was there an all-consuming battle taking place within you? Some distant longing begging for someone to notice your absence. 

It was an odd feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while, feeling alone whilst being surrounded by people. It was safe to say, the feeling hadn’t been missed, creeping up on you and consuming all the self-dependent thoughts you’d spent years working on. Everything in you wanted to run, use the fact no one was looking your way to your benefit. The brush of skin against your hand erased all thoughts of a quick exit, especially now that you were wedged between the window and- perfume, spiced apples, and a faint whiff of hairspray- Regina. 

Her fingertips tenderly brushed against your hand for mere seconds, but by fair or by foul, they left behind a tingling sensation that somehow craned its way into your bloodstream, sending sparks flying through your whole body. 

“I can hear the cogs you know.” 

Finally finding the courage to look away from the window, you turned to Regina. With the room lit far more sufficiently than when you’d last been so close, you could see her fully. Breath-taking. That’s what she was. A thin layer of foundation, straightened silky hair, lined lips coated in blood red to match her dress and just above them, that scar. Night after night that scar seemed to haunt you, the feeling of running your lips along it, kissing the perfect imperfection. 

“What?” you finally choked out, still half dazed, and helplessly trying to ignore the twitch in your fingers that so desperately wanted to reach out, to familiarise themselves with the indented portion of skin you were trying to pry your eyes away from. 

“In your head,” she quirked, a soft smile gracing her plump lips accompanied by a light shoulder bump, “What are you thinking about, sitting here by yourself?” 

Stringing a simple sentence together had never felt this hard, “I, I was just, ummmm.” Great start. You could tell her the truth, though that would require digging into your mind and actually thinking about why exactly you were sitting by yourself. A lie then. “I just needed to rest my feet.” 

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow moved skyward by only a centimetre. “I can see how one would miss all the other free booths and randomly find themselves sitting at the only one that’s deserted,” she turned her head, scanning the room, “closest to the door.” 

There wasn't much else to do other than avert your eyes to your hands and awkwardly shuffle in your seat. The rug was pulled from straight under you, leaving you free falling in mid-air whilst someone in the distance kept singing about a whole new world; one you’d yet to discover. In fairness, Regina was right, of all the booths that had free seats you’d managed to conveniently pick the one that was farthest away from the happy crowds and with the easiest exit strategy. 

“Crazier things have happened.” You mumbled, keeping your head hung low. 

An amused huff came from beside you, a breath of warm air brushed against your cheek, sending another myriad of sparks flying through your body. It was as though you had no control of yourself when your eyes darted to Regina, and not a morsel of regret was found when you saw the gentleness in her eyes and the comforting velvet smile adorning her painted lips. 

“That they have. But you still haven’t truthfully answered the question.”

Guess there was no escaping this one, lying clearly wasn’t an option. “It’s easy to feel invisible with a whole town cramped into one small space, so I just let it happen. I know Mary spent a lot of time on things and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this isn’t really what I do, parties, crowds, the whole shebang. It’s better to keep things low key and quiet because,” because there’s no chance of getting hurt, you wanted to say it, god, you wanted to just let it all out, but the words sounded too pitiful, too small and weak, “It’s just easier that way.”

Her eyes glazed over, like she was a world away, lost in a distant memory, “because there’s no chance of being disappointed or forgotten when it’s just you?” 

“I-” 

There was no time to tell her she’d hit the nail right on the head, purple smoke engulfed the two of you, rendering you all but blind in a haze of smog. With your vision obscured your senses were suddenly heightened, earthy smells filled your nostrils, the sharp smell of grass accompanied with soft, delicate, welcoming floral scents filled your nose. The smoke slowly cleared, revealing an open field with nothing but the night sky above you, the moon illuminating and bouncing off a vast array of coloured petals. 

“Regina?” 

Before you could wrap your head around what was happening Regina knelt on what looked to be a tartan blanket, slowly easing herself down with - as always - the grace and composure of a queen. She arched her neck to look up at you, tilting her head ever so slightly, beckoning you to join her.

The moonlight shone down on her perfectly, her eyes glistened in the meek presence of lunar light, stars danced in chestnut irises, mapping out a linear path to dilated pupils that remained focussed on one thing only, you. How someone could be both intimidating and downright adorable was completely and utterly confounding.

Slowly she reached a hand out; not knowing exactly how long you’d been stood getting lost in her eyes, you slid your hand into hers, attempting to ignore the butterflies that were flittering low in your stomach. Regina laid back, letting her head peak over the edge of the blanket, whisps of brown cascaded over shards of green. Thoughts of running your finger through her hair filled your mind, letting them disappear, just as the grass did, into thick brunette locks to graze gently over her scalp. 

Following in suit you discovered the ground to be uneven and slightly bumpy, mud piles prodding at your back. After shuffling a little you found an agreeable position, the fingers that remained interlaced between your own seemed distraction enough from the cold earth that bit down on your thin clothing.

When you stole a glance at Regina her eyes were shut, chest rising and falling at a steady pace, maybe a little faster than normal, but then again, you had not often found yourself assessing the rate of someone’s breathing. Her face muscles were relaxed, it was like her cold mayoral exterior had melted, swept away by the cold evening breeze, and left behind was only her, only Regina. 

How anyone could look at her and not see beneath the facade bewildered you, it was plain as day, she was good, she is good, pure, caring and kind. Everyone in town had a past, things they wished to forget, and the more time you spent with her, the more you saw she was the same, just another tortured soul scathed by a harrowing past, though townsfolk readily liked to forget that. Day in day out she battled inner demons, inner personas that demanded to be set free, and she did it without so much as batting an eyelid. 

“I notice when you’re not there.” Her eyes were still closed whilst yours doubled in size, if it wasn’t said with such sureness, you would have missed it completely being too lost in thought. The butterflies in your stomach that lay dormant were woken, weaving between them a rope that was being endlessly knotted time and time again, her words echoing in your ears. 

“I- That’s-,” taking a crisp gulp of air in, you let the cold fill your lungs, still your beating heart. Then set to releasing the warmed breath of air back out, watching the small cloud of condensation float away into the night, and hopefully with it, the inability to form a sentence, “How do you always know what to say? And how on earth did you know I wanted to come here?” 

“I can read minds.”

“I’m being serious Mills.”

“So am I.” 

Turning her head to look at you, a wide smile broke out across her face, her cheeks protruded out and a full set of pearly whites revealed themselves before the both of you burst out laughing. If one sound could feel like home, it was that laugh, low, hearty and raspy as the symphony passed through her lips, rumbling in her chest. The weight of the world that pulled you down was suddenly alleviated, gravity ceased to exist, the laughter pumping you with helium until you were floating on cloud nine. 

Laugher echoed through the field, fading into comfortable silence. Distant longing eyes looked into one another, peeling back layer after layer of armour you both hadn’t known the true weight of. Smile lines faded and a serious expression washed over Regina’s face, she shifted her back off the ground, her knees brushing against the side of your thigh as she settled down to lay on her side, never for a second unclasping her hand from yours. 

“I know what it’s like. To be alone I mean.” a soft sigh left her parted lips, her eyes were darting across your face like it was the first and last time she’d ever get to have you this close. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and when her eyes finally re-emerged from their endeavours, offered up a sweet smile, encouraging her to continue.

And she did, “My whole life I've been on this mission for revenge, and it was a lonely one at that. Then I found Henry and, well, you know the story. But no matter how much the band heroes said I was one of them, I found myself alone amongst a crowd of people, and I knew, circumstances be damned, I could always slip away, and it would go unnoticed. I’ll never really be one of them.”

“Fucking birthdays.” You huffed. 

“I don’t even think anyone knows or remembers my birthday, other than Henry.” she chuckled out. “I think I prefer it that way, like I said, there’s no chance of being disappointed or forgotten when it’s just you.” 

Mimicking her position, you turned onto your side. Regina’s eyes were a sea of unshed tears, almost instinctively you reached out to brush a stray hair off her face, letting your fingers linger over delicate skin for a few seconds longer than necessary. Fingertips grazed over the back of your hand, guiding you back to the powdery skin of Regina’s cheek, which you gladly took into the palm of your hand, and she humbly leaned into. 

“Regina, you're the first person I look for when I enter a room.” you half whispered over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest, but you forced yourself to continue, “I feel like you’re the only person that sees me sometimes, and tonight, poofing me away, you may not be a hero to them, and without meaning to sound too corny, you’re my hero.” 

Her cheeks flushed under your touch and her eyes shimmered, taking a rushed breath in, you kept going, “There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t craved to turn a corner and be greeted by that pragmatic smile you wear so proudly, every time I hear a pair of heels, I can't help but hope they’re from those ridiculously expensive stilettos you wear. I search for you everywhere; I can’t help it. You are everything Regina Mills and the fact you can’t see that amazes me.”

Eyes flickered to your lips and the world stopped, pipeline dreams filled the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you, tender hearts caught wind of each other and beat in rhythm with one another. Blood rushed through your veins, moving so fast you could feel the molten fire coursing through capillaries and burning a direct path to your cheeks, that were now tinted with a rogue hue.

Your hand abandoned its post, moving to the back of Regina’s neck and weaving small circles in damp hair. In turn Regina’s hand found a new home on the small of your waist, setting fireworks ablaze in surrounding area. Your bodies drew closer until there was only a slither of space between you, and you lay still for what seemed like hours, peering into tear-stained eyes. 

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” you muttered, the words falling from your mouth directly into Regina’s, cavorting through her until she realised, they resonated deep within her too. 

“I know.” her lips trembled before quirking up into a smile. 

In the milky light she looks so young, untouched by the cruelty of the world, her smile was youthful, and you’d never seen her look more innocent then she did at that very moment. There was no weight between the two of you and for the first time you felt like someone truly saw you and accepted you as you were, and you saw them. 

Leaning a fraction closer till your lips lightly brushed against Regina’s, you closed your eyes and breathed out, “1st February.”

Her whole body froze, “What?” she whispered.

“Your birthday, it’s the 1st of February.” 

Doubt filtered through your mind and for a split second you felt the world crash and burn before you. The contents of your stomach began to churn. Had you pushed too far too soon? Did you say too much? Overstepped? 

Run. That was the only option, then hide out in a desolate cabin forever and never show your face in town again. Yes, that was a good plan, a very good plan. Never have expectations, because that way there’d be no chance of being disappointed, those were the rules, and you knew them all too well. You were too busy silently kicking yourself for getting your hopes up that you missed all the emotions that were plaguing Regina’s face. 

Backing away and fumbling over your words, you tried to choke out an apology, but the hand on your waist glided up to your back and pushed your body flush against her. All panic was washed away when plump lips ghosted over your quivering pout and wet tears brushed against your cheek. 

“Don’t apologise.” she cooed. 

It was Regina who closed the miniscule space between your lips, tentatively kissing you, delicately using her thumb to caress the back of your hand. The kiss continued, filled with more passion and desire. There under the stars you both lost and found pieces of yourself, held within the slow kiss was an exchange of vulnerability, shedding away responsibilities, memories, and the mere idea that you were ever going to be alone again.