Princess Pairings | Wanda Maximoff x gender neutral!reader Warnings | implied sex, aftercare, fluff Word count | 399 Summary | you cuddle Wanda after sex
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Wanda is sweet, Angelic like a feather. She's soft and light and oh so floaty when she's in moments like these.
You can't help but grin down at her, hands smoothing over her long hair and down her back as the scarlet witch nuzzled against your neck.
"I love you." Her voice is so small when she's like this, dainty and faint as she falls into her sub space. You can't help but smile down at your girlfriend; the grin dopey and sure as your lips move to flutter across her sweaty temple.
"I love you too, princess." You know the name makes her heart flitter - makes her mind jump even further into that gooey stage after sex. And you love it.
She hums against you, sweet lips pressing a kiss to your throat when her fingers grasp at your shoulder like a kitten's claws.
"Hold me, please." She mumbled and you huffed a breath that was to represent a chuckle.
"I am holding you, princess." You purr, tightening your hold on the ginger as her eyes slide shut fondly.
"Tighter." She demands and you can't get over how cute her voice is.
"Okay, okay. That better?" You check in after adjusting. You allow the soft grin to return when you feel her nod against you, fingers carding through her hair soothingly as you coo.
"Thank you." She mumbles, slurred with sleep as she nuzzled against you more.
"What for, baby?" You hum, lips pressing a soft kiss to her temple as your thumb swipes back and forth over her skin rhythmically.
"For taking care of me." Wanda elaborates and you grin like an idiot - wide and dopey.
"No problem, princess. Thank you for being such a good girl. You're always such a good girl for me." You whisper back, but the words sitting in your mouth fall on deaf ears. "Princess?" You murmur, to no response.
Wanda's mouth is hanging wide open, her eyelids shut and her eyelashes fanned over her slightly pink-flushed cheeks. You smile warmly down on her sleeping form as you adjust the way you're thrown over the sofa so that you're both laying down.
You'll clean up in a moment; for now, Wanda needs her rest.
