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lifespectator · 24 days
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Punk Nun
Power bottom nun!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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Summary: The pretty nun named Wanda ended up with you…
Warnings: no specified gender but reader is AMAB, VERY little plot, mostly smut MINORS DNI, strong language, some angst Ig but hopeful ending.
A/N: I’m back and posting this to proof that visiting Santa Monica Pier at night changes a person lol anyways sorry if it isn’t the best but hope you enjoy it. Also, art not mine so credit to the original artist.
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Who would have thought?
"I'm eager to see what's under that habit." You eyed up the horny nun as your wish to see her nude body grew more and more with each second, along with the need to touch her.
That pretty innocent-looking nun with short strawberry blonde hair that had crossed a few glances with you on the few times you did attend church would end up in your room—sitting on the edge of your bed, looking at you with lustful eyes.
It happened too fast. You heard a knock on your door, and Wanda stood there, perplexing you. When you thought she would read the Bible to you, she pushed past you with the excuse of wanting to talk to you like you had offered last time. Things went up from there, so you just chalked it up to 'fate.'
A low moan left the nun's mouth, seeing as you removed your black shirt, exposing your bare torso to her. She looked attentively at your body. Looks like your build was eye candy for her.
"I promise to let you touch." You said as Wanda shifted her attention to you. "But for now, you're in my house, so we'll do a ritual." With that, you walked out of the room. The words that had come out of your mouth had only elevated her sensation of need between her legs.
A sin? Yes. An unforgivable one for sure. She had made her vows to the church. But it wasn't her fault. Wanda never wanted to be part of that. Before, she was a typical teen with dreams and aspirations like many others. But one day, her parents told her they had chosen her life path. Why? Because they had some dream that Wanda would become a nexus being that would destroy everything. Pure nonsense, she always thought. Her biggest regret is that she never fought against her parents' decision.
It didn't matter anymore because she was with you now, and no one could stop her.
Wanda removed her loafers before you came back into the room. Carrying a bottle of red wine, you walked towards her and gently laid the bottle on the bed. She couldn't resist having you so close and lifted her hand and ran it over your abdomen. A low gasp left your mouth at her gentle touch.
"Couldn't stop yourself, huh?" You grabbed a part of the fabric of her habit. "Help me a bit." Wanda raised her arms, letting you gently pull it off her, exposing her beautiful body that was only covered by her black panties. Only Wanda's perky tits were exposed but adorned with a silver cross pendant that hung from a matching necklace. From her face down, she was worthy of being described as a goddess.
"The real sin is having you wear this, which doesn't allow me to see such beauty." You lusted, tossing the habit away, and instead reached for her soft breast, caressing them to feel their softness, making her breathing hitched when you rubbed your thumb on her perky tit. "I will have to include this in my thesis now." You teased, squeezing her breast.
"Oh, you're a priest now?" Wanda asked in a challenging tone, pushing your hands off her bust.
Cheeky. Despite not speaking much, Wanda announced she was not as innocent as she looked.
"I ain't no Martin Luther." You grinned, lightly pushing her against the bed and crawling on top of her. "But I'll gladly be your punk monk, my dear punk nun."
You planted your lips on hers as Wanda gave you access to her mouth. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her tongue was swirling with yours. It was noticeable how it wasn't her first "steamy" makeout. How her hands ran from your hair to your back demonstrated how much she wanted this as much as you did. Her soft hands made her touch unique.
You parted your lips from hers and rested them on the tip of her ear.
"I'm going to begin my ritual." A low moan escaped Wanda's mouth, shivering at the feeling of your warm breath next to her ear.
You got off Wanda and kneeled beside her on the bed, grabbing the bottle of wine and opening it quickly. You offered her the bottle first, which she grabbed without hesitation. It was her favorite, after all. The nun took a deep sip of it and handed it back.
She laid back down at your instruction, letting you do as you pleased with her now. You ran your hand through her soft abdomen, preparing to give her the unexpected.
You lifted the wine bottle and tilted it towards her, pouring some of the wine on her belly button. Wanda jolted and let out a high-pitched hiss at the feeling of the cool liquid making contact with her skin.
"It's okay, beauty. You're okay." You comforted the nun. Her glare softened once she heard your words.
When the naughty nun was relaxed again, you lowered your head into her abdomen and sucked the wine that had stained her skin. Some breathy moans left her mouth as you sucked the red wine on her skin, especially at the sensitivity of her stomach. Groans left your mouth at the feeling of her warm skin. You sucked and even licked her skin until there was no trace of any liquid ever being there.
Your hand made contact with her black panties, making your cock twitch when you felt how drenched in her arousal fluids they were. The touch of your fingers on the cotton fabric that separates you from her entrance was enough to make her moan.
"Hurry the fuck up." Wanda cried when you teased her by rubbing your fingers on the fabric.
"What would your fellow sisters say with that vocabulary of yours?" You grabbed her panties from the waist and gently pulled them off her.
"I don't know. You're the one who is said not to worry about what other people say." Wanda raised her legs to assist you in removing her panties.
You passed your fingers on the top of her exposed entrance that was glistening with her wetness. Wanda mouthed a moan. "Nice to know that you do listen to me." You remarked.
Wanda moaned as you rubbed her entrance. "Fuck." She Let out when you started rubbing her clit followed by other curse words. Shaking her legs at the sensation. Her losing control gave you ideas. Without warning, you inserted two fingers into her entrance. Her sudden gasp turned into repeated moans when you started pumping your fingers into her fast. "Just like that." She begged, feeling you increase your pace. "Cum for me, nun." You groaned, feeling her walls tighten around your fingers, followed by a loud moan of hers and then the feeling of her warm fluids coming out of her pussy, getting all over your hand and staining the bed.
You brought your hand up to you and licked off her cum, savoring the taste.
You unbuckle your belt and slide off your jeans, accompanied by your boxers. Finally, let out your hardened cock, twitching at the thought of being inside Wanda.
"Show me how much you wanted this." You lay in the bed, inviting the sex-starved nun to get on top of you. She crawled on top of you, her legs on each side of your thighs. "I'll make you lose control." She smirked, looking down at you. Her confidence in her voice piqued your curiosity and even increased your need for her. "Show, not tell." You countered, also smirking and running your hand through her legs.
Letting out a low moan when you felt her soft hand grabbed your hardened cock and gave it a few slow strokes before aligning it with her entrance. She kept looking down, breathing out moans when she rubbed your tip with her slit and slowly took your whole length. "Ahh." Similar moans and some groans came out of your and Wanda's mouths as she felt your length go deeper while you felt her wet walls around your cock. You melted at the unknown energy she had. Almost as if it was another person.
You were left in a trance as you felt her soft, warm walls surrounding your cock that you overlooked when she bent down to whisper in your ear. "Let me know if you can't handle it." You weren't able to process her words once she started rocking back and forth on your cock at a slow pace to accustom to your size.
"You're a demon in disguise, huh?" You groaned at her sensual actions. Wanda placed her hands on your chest. "Let's find out." She started moving at a faster pace, waves of pleasure going through both your bodies. Wanda whimpered as she repeatedly sank into your cock. The view it gave you was mesmerizing as the way her breasts bounced, which impulsed you into grabbing them again. Kneading and teasing her perked nipples. "Keep going." She encouraged you in a breathy voice, inviting you to do more with her.
Wanting more of her body, your hands left her breast and, out of instinct, reached for her ass and held her with a tight grip stopping her movements.
"You might hurt me," Wanda teased in a raspy voice between breaths, coming to a stop and having an idea of what you were about to do. "Too late to back out now." You stretched her bum a bit before and, with no warning, pumped your cock as deeply as possible into her needy pussy. The noises of your hips hitting hers just right were barely audible as the repeated moans were louder. You continued until another sexy idea popped into your mind.
Out of nowhere, you turned her over and pinned her down on the bed without pulling out of the pretty nun. She yelped at the sudden action and breathed a bit to regain herself. Your eyes locked with hers; she was panting, sweat rolling down her face. Despite your initial thought, she wasn't amused. "You love being deep inside me." She muttered, making you lose any sense of control you had left in you.
You began moving your hips, pushing your cock deep in Wanda as much as you could at a pace that even made the bed creak. Wanda's hands gripped your biceps tightly as you started hitting the right spot. The sound of her moans and skin-to-skin contact pushed you to increase your pace; at the same time, her nails started digging into your skin; you were too lost in the pleasure even to notice it.
The good sensation of her walls clenching on you announced what was coming, so you didn't stop. You wanted to feel every last bit of her like she did of you. Wanda let out a high-pitched moan as you felt her warm juices fall on your cock, announcing her release of pleasure that you had helped build up. You stayed there on top of her, still hard, waiting for her to regain her breath. Needless to say that you were euphoric to release as well, which led you to pull out of her gently, and after giving yourself a few strokes, you reached your high as thick ropes of your cum landed just outside Wanda's entrance and her inner thighs. You Guessed this was the closest to getting to heaven as you can get.
"Fuck.. that was.. was great." Wanda panted, looking up to see you trying to smile while you regained your breath, then gently moved off her to lay beside her. You would follow up on what she said, but she stood up and went to the bathroom. "You alright?" You asked, concerned that you might have hurt her with your roughness. But again, no response from her.
You got up and followed her into the bathroom after sliding on your boxers, where Wanda had gotten one of your towels to clean herself up. You stood there waiting for her to acknowledge you, but she did not react as if you weren't there. You sighed before taking the initiative to break the uncomfortable silence. "Hey." You spoke almost like a middle schooler talking with their crush for the first time.
The nun stopped her actions, looking down after finally acknowledging you. Wanda sighed and looked back up at the mirror in front. "It's just," She gritted her teeth. "Fuck," She muttered, letting the towel hit the floor. "I have to return to my boring life as a nun." Her words expressed impotence and frustration.
You stayed quiet, imagining Wanda's daily torment of being somewhere she didn't want. A literal place that can be a dream killer. Well, you didn't have to. Living in the same old boring town took away your will to live mentally. But it was nothing compared to what Wanda has been through.
"Maybe you don't have to, Wanda," You picked up the towel and put it around Wanda's shoulder to cover her. Your words made her look at you with curiosity and perhaps a bit of hope, which she needed at this time. "Why don't we leave this shitty place together?" You offered, as shock and confusion plastered on her face.
"What do you mean?" She asked, still trying to understand what you had said.
"Fuck whatever we have here. Let's leave somewhere else where we can be ourselves and leave all this behind." You said as you realized what some of her concerns could be. Also, the fact that you barely knew each other. "There is no easy way to explain, but just think about it."
Wanda said nothing but was attentive to your words. She said nothing at first, but the smile that started to creep on her face was enough to confirm that she had already made her decision, and it would be one that would change something for both.
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romanoffshouse · 3 months
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Y/N: Snow got me feeling some type of way.
Wanda: That's hypothermia
Y/N: Damn... the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.
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diaryoflife · 1 year
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[Wanda arguing with Y/N]
Wanda, confused: Why aren’t you saying anything back?
Y/N: I'm not arguing with a woman who has green eyes, long lashes, and a cute nose scrunch. Whatever you say beautiful.
*the team laughs whilst Wanda blushes*
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abbyromanoff · 7 months
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MOTHER NATURES TEARS AND FEARS
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PAIRINGS: Little!Wanda Maximoff x Mommy!reader
WORD COUNT: 1647
WARNINGS: angst, comfort, little spaces, usage of mommy/momma in a non sexual way, thunder, lightning, harsh rain, oral fixation, lactation (not really tho), think that’s all :)
This is inspired by the tornado warnings we keep having in my town sooooo :)
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!!
Sounds of thunder flashed through your ears along with the harsh rain, it didn’t scare you, but the woman in your arms disagreed. She didn’t like loud noises, it brought back memories she wished to never remember. You knew of her fear, even if she tried to hide it to her best ability.
She was embarrassed to say that she, a twenty-one-year-old woman, was scared of mother nature’s tears and screams. You weren’t, so why should she?
“You ready for bed, angel?” It was nearly fifteen minutes past her bedtime and, while you usually wouldn’t let her do such a thing, you knew having her cuddled up in your arms with her favorite movie playing calmed her down in such situations. Her eyes were locked on the window where she could see puddles forming along with strikes of bright light. She jumped, holding her stuffed bear closer to her chest.
“Wanda?” Your calling of her name caught her attention, causing her to whip her head in your direction.
“You ready for sleepy time?” You repeated, receiving a shy nod after moments of silence. She crawled to the end of the couch and raised her arms, giving you free roam to grasp onto her waist and lift her into your arms. Her legs simultaneously wrapped around your hips as she used one hand to hold your shoulder while the other loosely held onto the bear. You kept your hold on her bottom, securing her weight as she bounced ever-so-slight with each step you took.
“Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?” You asked when settling her back down on the ground, tossing through her sets of pajamas until she stopped you on one of them. It had little seahorses with a pink background, and the words spelling “Sea you in the AM”, never failed to make her giggle. The shorts were a light blue and also adorned the little creatures on them.
“No, I’m okay.” She bit her lix anxiously, only to replace it soon after with her thumb as she suckled on the skin. You took a few steps and found yourself towering over her, giving her a hand to help her off the floor.
“Hey, stop that. Let me get you your paci, okay?” She nodded and, when your vision wasn’t rested on her, she quivered with fear from the loud, rippling noise that felt as though they were bursting through the walls.
“Here you go, baby.” You gave her a warm smile as her lips wrapped around the object, watching as it bobbed back and forth in her mouth.
You removed her current clothes and replaced them with the colorful set before helping her brush her teeth, praising her every few minutes for the small act. The softness you gave her almost made her forget about the one thing that had been haunting her all day, that was until you were getting ready to leave.
“Are you sure you don’t want to spend the night with me?” You asked when tucking her in, the pink comforter hiding the soft blanket underneath.
“I’m a big girl, mommy, I’ll be okay.” You removed the pacifier to let her speak, smiling to yourself at her soft-spoken words. You handed her the same stuffed animal she had been holding onto all day, brushing the small bit of hair that was blocking her face and getting small giggles to erupt from her mouth.
“Oh, does that tickle, hm?” She thrashed around as you continued your actions, this time on other parts of her body. She tried pushing your hands away but failed due to your overpowering strength.
“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” You announced after a minute or two of this. She let out rushed breaths with an occasional chuckle still leaving her.
“Remember, I’m right next door if you get scared-”
“I’m not scared!”
“I know, I know, you’re a big girl, you don’t get scared. But, still, you’ll come to me if you need me?” You stuck out your pinky finger which she latched onto with her own, giving a toothy grin when you kissed your interlaced fingers.
“Alright then. Sweet dreams, my love, sleep well.” You traveled your peck to her forehead and did the same to her bear, Raspberry. It was a silly name, really, but Wanda loved it to death. She brought it everywhere, not caring for the judgemental stares in public.
“And goodnight, Raspberry, sweet dreams.” You turned on the night light that was plugged into the wall right next to her bedside table, causing little stars to shine on the ceiling. You turned off the lamp and exited with a blown kiss sent her way, she acted as though she caught it and brought it close to her heart. Then, she plummeted into darkness, the scary sounds from outdoors hadn’t stopped yet and weren’t going to for the next few hours.
“It’s okay, Raspberry, Mommy said it won’t get us, we’re safe.” She jumped once again when the noise seemed to get closer, her breath quickening as her heartbeat felt as though it was in a race. She gulped fearfully, pulling the blankets closer to her face as if it would block out the fear. But it failed to do so.
“It won’t get us from here, we’re safe.” She repeated the words you told her only hours ago. The more she was alone the more she found herself falling into a deep headspace. She felt cloudy, but it was as if the clouds were grey and had bolts of lighting coming from them. She curled her knees into her chest, forgetting the paci you left for her on the nightstand and sucking on her thumb. It was a bad habit of hers that she never seemed to let go of, one that you tried to ease her out of.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of sitting in her bed, crying and whimpering, hoping for it all to end, she gave in. She stood up on shaky legs, not caring to put on her fuzzy slippers as she rushed to your room, nearly tripping over herself before she knocked hurriedly on your door. She felt as though her chest was closing in on her, which only caused her to cry out more.
You were half asleep when you heard the noise, rushing out of bed as you instantly knew who it was. You opened the door right as she was about to knock again, your eyes locking with her sorrowful ones. She raced into your arms and you let her, rubbing her back softly as you shushed her softly.
“Shh, you’re okay, Mommy’s here.”
“M-Mommy?” She hiccuped, feeling your watchful gaze fall onto hers as you leaned back.
“That’s right, Mommy’s right here, you’re safe now.” She stuffed her head onto your shoulder, using her palm to wipe her tears as shame filled her.
“‘M sorry, Mommy, I thought I was a b-big girl.” You sat her down with you on the bed, letting her crawl onto your lap without complaint.
“Hey, don’t apologize, I understand. I’m not mad at you, okay?” She nodded, still not completely believing you.
“You’re such a brave and strong little girl, I’m so proud of you, baby.” You ran the pad of your thumb across her cheek soothingly, tears of your own starting to pool in your eyes as you listened to her whimpers.
“‘M so scared.” She mumbled, clawing at your back in order to keep you close. You kissed the side of her neck that was left uncovered, cooing softly as her hiccups continued. You patted her back as she bounced gently on your lap, causing a small yawn to tumble from her lips.
“I know, princess, I’m so sorry Mommy wasn’t there to protect you.” You knew she wanted to prove that she was able to do such things on her own and that she could keep herself safe, which was why you let her be and didn’t protest when she asked to sleep in her own bed. But you still felt a pang of roaming guilt, like you hadn’t done enough to keep her safe. All you ever wanted was to protect her from harm, yet you failed at doing so.
“C’mon, let’s get you into bed.” You laid her down softly, her body once again cuddling close into yours the moment you joined her.
“Please hold me, Momma.” You were already planning to do so before she asked. You placed one hand on her thigh that found itself resting over your waist, your free arm going to her back where you drew small shapes. Her stuffed animal was still clamped tightly in her hold, the fur pressing against your skin in feather-like touches.
Wanda played with the strap to your tank top, giving you a questioning look to which you nodded in response. She pulled down the clothing, your breasts freeing themselves and being hit by the cold air. She smiled giddily to herself before wrapping her lips around your hardened bud, feeling your fingertips that were placed on her back start to scratch softly at her scalp.
“Be careful with your teeth, baby.” You muttered when they brushed against your nipple, making a small gasp erupt out of you.
You noticed the tiredness in her eyes start to grow more as sounds drowned out, her only focus being on her caregiver. She felt blurry, and before she knew it, her eyes were closing for the last time that night. You grinned to yourself as she finally fell into a slumber, grabbing your phone as you played soft white sounds to cause calmness to float through her, even in her sleep.
“Goodnight, angel.” You kissed her forehead once more.
“Goodnight, Raspberry.” You kissed its forehead and sighed, letting your eyes close as you sunk into a deep resting state.
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juiles · 10 months
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Why me?
Summary: y/n is Wanda and Natasha’s partner. After a misunderstanding and 3 months of pain, they finally break through.
Tags: angst and then fluff
Warnings: self harm, pain, fighting, kinda angsty Nat, insecure reader, intrusive thoughts, yelling.
A/N: here’s an angsty wandanat x reader fic that i’ve wanted to read for a while but can’t seem to find any with this plot so if you know of one let me know.
Masterlist here!
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Y/N pov
When i walked into the kitchen, I wasn’t expecting to see Natasha and Wanda wrapped up in each others arms, even though i should have, but i definitely was not expecting to hear Wanda utter the words that shattered my heart.
“You, and you alone, are my entire world and I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend…” She had muttered into Natasha’s neck, neither of them noticing me in the room giving me the chance to walk out in silence.
I should have expected that, the last few months they have slowly started separating themselves from me. Busying themselves in their work so much I never saw them anymore, anytime they weren’t busy, they seemed to find a way to ignore me and when they were around me they weren’t necessarily nice.
This interaction had given me that last needed push to finally give up. I pulled all my clothes into a bag and went back into my old room down the hall, haphazardly throwing the bag in the corner of my room. I felt a sob build up in my throat and with a quick lock of my door and telling Friday to sound proof my room and not let anyone in, i collapsed into a ball in my room and allowed myself to sob for 30 minutes before picking myself up and dusting myself off.
I decided then and there that I would push myself into my work. I wouldn’t let them ruin my life, at least not my life with the avengers.
It had been 3 months since that day, of course Natasha and Wanda hadn’t even noticed i had left or started avoiding them. None of the teams seemed to have noticed anything different about me which just pulled me further into my shell. I had a very simple routine, wake up at 4, train for 2 hours making sure to be in a private room. Grab something for breakfast if i was feeling it, which lately I hadn’t been. Be in the labs by 6:30 to start work. Skip lunch, working the whole day with my headphones on. I managed to avoid ground dinners a lot but sometimes i got sucked in, not like anyone even noticed if I was there or not.
Wanda’s POV
I guess Natasha and I hadn’t noticed how we had been distancing ourselves from y/n but in the last month or so I noticed how different things had been. Maybe we had been too caught up in our work or our lives but somehow y/n had managed to distance themselves from us even more. They had moved out from our shared room and we almost never saw them during the day.
“She’s probably just being petty that we have lives other than her.” Natasha said as we discussed what was going on. “They’re not being adult about this. They should have spoken to us rather than just leave.”
“I don’t think we ever gave them the chance Nat… we’ve been really distant… the day we we’re practicing what to say to them when we proposed… i think they heard us… i don’t think they realized it was about them… and up until then we had been finding ways to avoid them to not make the engagement noticeable.” I said, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. “We really messed up…”
We both looked up when we heard the kitchen door open and to both our surprise we saw y/n standing in the doorway. They had an unreadable look on their face before they quickly turned on their heel and stormed out of the room, towards their own room. My eyes widened and very quickly my body was racing after their own without a thought in my head.
Before I even got the door, it slammed in my face making me screech to a stop staring at the dark brown wood in front of me, tears now falling from my eyes. “Y/n… please open the door.” I all but whimpered before leaning back into Natasha’s arms who had followed behind me. “Please… we just want to talk…”
I heard a smash and a scream so loud it almost hurt my ears more than my heart. Another smash happened before Natasha made the decision to kick the door down revealing y/n in a very panicked state throwing items around their room. Glass and paper already scattered around the floor.
“FUCK OFF.” They screamed throwing a vase at my head, i barely dodged it, a small piece that shattered on the wall behind me, lodged into my arm making me gasp in pain. The gasp must have shaken them out of their frenzy as they stopped and slowly turned to face me, eyes drawn to the small amount of blood trickling down my arm. “Wanda… oh god… oh my god i am so sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Their head snapped up to look at me before they backed away, arms being held up defensively. “I’m sorry… please don’t hate me… please…” They pleaded staring at my eyes, a look of pure fear in their eyes.
“Detka… I would never-“
“DON’T. DON’T SAY THAT. ITS A LIE! YOU DID!” They screamed at me before going back to the fear and they cowered again when Natasha took a slow step forward, tears falling down her face.
“We never meant to hurt you… we swear… we love you more than anything… please… let us help you…” She finally made it to y/n’s trembling body and managed to pull them into her arms. “We want to help you…”
I kneeled in front of y/n’s sobbing form and held their hands as they sobbed and screamed into Natasha’s chest.
After what felt like hours, their sobs and screams disappeared into soft sniffles, their face still buried deep into her neck. That’s when I finally took a good look at them. They were shaking, their body looking very frail and skinny, as they pulled their face out of Nats neck, and I noticed the dark circles under the eyes, how pale they were, how lost their eyes are. “Oh detka…” I murmured cupping their face. All they did was stare at me. “I am SO sorry that we ever made you feel like we don’t love you… we love you so much it hurts. It hurts to know that we hurt you. It breaks our hearts because not once did we even step back to notice we were hurting you, that we were so engrossed in our plans that we failed to notice what we were doing to you.”
Their face contorted u to pain when i softly grabbed their wrist making me pull back their sleeve before they got the chance, my heart falling even further into my stomach. There on their wrist were bloody cuts scattered around. “Please let me clean these… baby they look infected. Even if you don’t want us around, i want to make sure you stay safe.” They glanced down at their own wrist before looking at Natasha before looking back at me and they nodded. I shot up and ran into the bathroom before coming back with the first aid kit.
“It will sting but you grip my arm as tightly as humanly possible, it will help.” Natasha murmured into their ear, they nodded staring down at their arm, their good hand gripping onto Nats. I started cleaning the wounds, y/n barely made a sound but I could see the pain in their eyes so i did it as fast as possible, wrapping them up before showering the bandages with kisses. “All better…”
“You… my… I’m sorry…” They muttered squeezing their eyes shut.
“No. No you don’t need to apologize. We do. For the rest of our lives we will be apologizing for ever causing you pain. You are our world y/n. The three of us against the world.” Natasha stopped them quickly holding them tighter. “Detka… you’re too skinny… have… have you not been eating?”
They tended up before I stroked their cheeks gently. “We’re not mad baby… but we need to know… we need to make sure your taken care of so let’s get some food in you baby…” They bit their lip and started shaking their head before Nat cleared her throat and they took a deep sigh before nodding gently.
Nat scooped them up into her arms bridal style and carried them down to the kitchen before placing them on her lap as she sat on a stool. “What do you want to eat detka…?”
It was silent for a moment before a small whisper was heard. “Wanda’s alfredo…?” Was hushed but my I couldn’t fight the smile growing in my face. “Of course baby.”
I instantly started flitting around the kitchen doing what was needed. It was silent for at least 10 minutes before they spoke again.
“I never wanted to upset you guys… before you stop me let me speak. I’m just so used to being used, hurt then dropped as if I’m garbage…” They’re eyes welled up slowly. “I just… i just needed to pull myself away before you could hurt me and I ended up hurting all of us… I’m sorry i didn’t talk to you guys before and assumed the worst…” My heart shattered even more. “I love you guys so much it made me want to go numb so I couldn’t get hurt again…”
“We love you baby… we love you so much and these last 3 months have been torture but it was our own fault.” Natasha said running her calloused hands through y/n’s hair. “We will spend the rest of our lives making it up to you. Now eat so we can go snuggle in bed to sleep my love.”
Y/n stared at the bowl, their bottom lip wobbling. “I’m scared…” They whispered.
“Baby… me and you and Wanda are going to do this together. Understand?” They nodded with a small sniffle. “Now open up so you can eat.” They opened their mouth and slowly we made our way through the bowl.
After they ate, we made our way back upstairs to our bedroom and settled them in between us, pulling their bony body into ours. “Why me?”
“Because you are our world detka and no matter what we say or do nothing will ever be able to make up for what we did to you.”
Y/n sniffled before snuggling back down into us with a small content smile on their faces they fell asleep.
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acriminalmind · 8 months
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Coming Soon...
Songs From the Wood
Forrest Dweller Wanda Maximoff x GN Villager Reader
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Summary: Those who enter the mysterious woods and get off the trails are never to be seen again.
A party thrown by your former classmates ends up with you fighting for your life.
Warnings: ⚠️ 18+, minors DNI. Dark Themes, Shitty and Immature People, Consequences of Alcohol, Spiked Drink, Use of Weapons like Axes and Knifes, Some very Graphic Images (Blood, Injuries, Torture, Violent and Gruesome Deaths), Some Strong Language, Mentions of Cannibalism, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, Human Sacrifices, Marriage, Pregnancy.
AN: Reader has GN pronounces in this story, but has male genitalia.
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its-really-dry · 2 years
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y/n: *is grumpy with their arms crossed*
bucky: uhhhh what's wrong y/n?
y/n: im angy with wanda
bucky: why?
y/n: the twins cry their eyes out and get bobbies bUT WHEN I CRY I JUST GET A HEAD PAT AND A BACK RUB
bucky: i-
y/n: WHY CAN'T I GET BOOBIES?
wanda: detka, i told you that they're for the twins *chuckles*
y/n: they were MINE before the twins showed up. those attention loving-
wanda: *raises an eyebrow*
y/n: *sarcastically* little bundles of joy! *grunts and storms out*
bucky: huh.... well then...
wanda: she'll get over it sooner or later
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kate: MAXIMOFF
wanda: yes?
kate: how dare you boobie deprive my fellow lgbtq!?
wanda: what?.... oh. y/n/n told you huh?
kate: OFC SHE DID and it is a v urgent matter that must be resolved IMMEDIATELY
wanda: billy and tommy are nursing and-
kate: SHE'S GAY. SHE NEEDS BOOBIES. DON'T DEPRIVE Y/L/N OF HER BOOBIE TIME
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widowshaze · 2 years
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Wanda: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Y/N: It’s not a joke.
Y/N: *sniffles*
Y/N: I’m a legit snack.
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jacelion · 2 years
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Wanda, snuggling beside Y/N: You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’re my star, the light in my darkest days.
Y/N, jumping awake into a corner: You fucking bitch- I thought I locked the door?!
Wanda: The window was open.
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Desperation// Wanda Maximoff x Reader (18+)
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Summary: Its been too long since Wanda's had her way with you, and your desperation is reaching an all-time high. Good thing hers is too.
Warnings: 18+, bondage, biting, hickies, nail marks, denial, submissive!Reader, dominant! Wanda, Finger Sucking, Oral, Praise, Pet Names, brief thigh fucking, Reader is very desperate.
Notes: Not Beta read and first time writing smut, go easy on me.
WC: 3.2k
Something inside of you was so desperate to make another person feel good. To pleasure them until their eyes were squeezed shut and you no longer cared to take a breath of air. You wanted to be consumed in the tastes, sounds, and smells of another person. If there's anything she did right with you Wanda had stuck to her promise of making you a desperate slut.
You went into all of this, everything with her, not expecting very much. I mean who expects a blind date to actually go well, and for the sex to be good enough that you want to devote your life to pleasing them. But Wanda, she was everything you had ever needed and more.
She had money, you never cared to ask her how, you knew she was notable somehow but you felt looking into her as you would've anyone else felt more inappropriate. You didn't want her to think you were some obsessed stalker so all you knew is she was some kind of scientist, and a damn good one at that. But otherwise all that mattered to you was how amazing she was at making you laugh, feel safe, feel loved and cum until you couldn't move anymore.
Your mind couldn't let go of the idea of cumming, and making someone else do the same, even if that someone wasn't Wanda. She's been punishing you for a week after a bout of misbehavior, and she decided this time it would be not touching you anywhere but your hands, shoulders and face. She still held you now and again but still only on your shoulders.
It was infuriating after months of having her hands make their way between your thighs practically every day. Her fingers were skilled, and she's practically conditioned you into positioning yourself just how she likes when her fingers start to brush close to your inner thighs. Your face pressed down into the surface under you, with your ass in the air exposing you to her.
You would spread your legs just a bit to expose all of you to her. Pressing your crotch back and arching your back even further. Anticipation for her fingers dragging over your skin building ever so slowly as she continues stroking your thighs, admiring how you looked spread and exposed for her eyes only. The thought of it brought a heat down and into your crotch, causing you to squirm and salivate. You had nothing you needed to do today, you were entirely free to do as you pleased. Except for touching yourself, or someone else, leaving you stuck in a cycle of desire that feeds on itself.
You stood to your feet, disorienting yourself for a moment at the sudden movement, before exiting the room you sat in to begin to find Wanda. You had been so good, surely Wanda would see that, surely she'd finally fill you with her fingers to make you cum after shoving her cock down your throat and-. You shook your head, it was all consuming, but you needed her.
You began in the first bedroom where you took off your shirt, the only layer you'd been wearing on top as you relaxed at home. In the living room you stripped your socks, the hallway you shorts and in her office you entered wearing nothing but your underwear.
Wanda sat at her desk, the one she'd fucked you over so many times before, silently working on her computer.
You didn't know what she was doing, all you remember was her saying she'd be in here. But by then you'd already been desperate and could barely process her words. Usually you wouldn't bother her if she was working on something but you'd see that her door was open and that meant you were okay to go in.
"Ma'am" you say timidly, clasping your hands behind your back, puffing out your chest ever so slightly.
Her eyes snapped up to you at the sound of your voice, quickly and noticeably double taking and looking at every bit of exposed skin. "What is it, Love? '' she says, her eyes finally moving back up to your face.
A proud smile lingers on you for a second before you contain it and nod lightly. "I was just wondering," you said as you took a slow but confident step towards her, "Would you happen to have time for a game?" One that would hopefully end with her cock shoved down one of your holes, mouth or otherwise, so long as it made her feel good.
Wanda rolled her chair back, accepting your advances and offering a place for you to sit silently. You moved quickly to be with her, before smiling slowly and continuing. "Whatever game you'd like Ma’am" you say, "I'm yours to play with however you want, remember?"
Wanda tilts her head to look at you through squinted eyes. Her hands are on yours, and you can feel your breaths getting shorter.
Your mind is flooded by thoughts of her filling you and stretching you out. You feel your hair get pushed out of your face, a small strand that escapes your lazy hairstyling. "Of course I remember love, but you've been on punishment. Games are only for sluts that can listen to instructions. You can't play a game right without instructions, Love."
You nod on your head, leaning your face into her touch. "of course, but-"
"But nothing," her hands move to your shoulders as she speaks, "only good sluts deserve to play games. Do you think you've proven you're good?"
You stare at her for a moment, at her eyes staring at you and her hands steady on your shoulders. "Let me prove I'm good" you say then.
"I promise you, I can make you feel good Ma’am." You stand slightly from her lap turning towards her more. "I can use my mouth like you taught me," you lower yourself to the ground, "I can make your cock feel so good in my mouth." You whisper before nuzzling your head against her knee.
Wanda never stopped looking at you, but the way she looked at you now on the floor between her legs you could tell she was going to give you what you needed so desperately. She tilted your face up to see her, touching your neck for the first time in a week and the excitement pressed a whine out of your throat. She smiled a smile you could feel between your thighs before her hands moved to her pants zipper.
You rose slightly from having your butt placed on your feet in excitement, before settling back into a more comfortable position as she took her cock from her pants. You press your tongue out from your mouth, spit gathering quickly dripping to the floor as your anticipation grows. . Wanda's hands found your face where she pressed her fingers into your cheeks to open your mouth.
"Prove you're a good slut and I promise we'll play a really fun game" she says, her eyes hooded and sultry. She moves one hand to press your mouth open and uses the other to shove two fingers into your mouth. She leans down to kiss you. "We have to make sure your mouth is ready for my cock right?"
You nod slightly, trying your best to latch onto her fingers somehow through her forcing your mouth to stay open, before whining for her. Her pointer and middle finger slowly begin to rub against your tongue, each movement into your mouth pressing them further down your throat. Your face is then released and your mouth shuts around her fingers as you suck hard.
She leans back from you then, only slightly so that she can see your face better. “Show me how you'd suck me off with that pretty mouth of yours.” Your eagerness motivates you to start moving your head back and forth, using your tongue to place extra pressure on her fingers exactly how she liked it. Her fingers were pulled out of your mouth just as your eyes closed in contentment, making them snap open to see her scooting forward in her chair, before beginning to slap the tip of her hard cock on your tongue.
Your disappointment quickly faded as her hips moved slowly, lightly rubbing herself against your tongue. Her hands moved to the sides of your head pulling you forward to swallow her cock down as much as you could, she held your head down for just a second before pulling your mouth off completely.
“Keep your hands to yourself and maybe you’ll be allowed to make me cum.” Just a couple months ago the way your heart speeds up at the thought of making another person cum would have seemed ridiculous. You’d always been the dominant one in relationships, the one who would never speak to a person again if they hadn't made you cum. But now, with Wanda none of that mattered.
“Yes, Ma’am” you say, nodding your head and placing your hands behind your back holding your own wrists. The second you're settled her hands, which never left your face, pull you back down onto her cock. She starts slowly, moving her hips and keeping your head stationary to use your mouth like a fleshlight. You did all the things you knew she would love and carefully kept your hands behind your back. Before long she was twitching slightly, and looking up at her you could see how laser focused she was watching herself thrust in and out of your mouth.
Her movements sped up slowly, still with long deep strokes only lightly brushing the back of your mouth, her breathing began getting just a bit heavier. She grunts before pistoning her hips even faster into you, your eyes closed in bliss and you could taste her on your tongue. You desperately tried not to move your head too much, but luckily she wants you closer and she shoves your head all the way down. Her hips don't slow, fucking into your throat with one hand pressed onto the back of your skull to keep you down and the other gripping the edge of the desk. She was too far gone at this point to think, she’d been just as desperate for release as you had been to give it to her and while she’d originally thought she’d be able to last longer than a couple of minutes your mouth was driving her crazy.
Looking down at the way you looked while your lips were flush with the base of her cock had her self control fading every second, and very quickly she threw her head back and shoved yours down one last time as she orgasmed.
She pulled your head away slowly, “Good. So good for me.” she says, sounding out of breath “God, i forgot how good your mouth feels wrapped around me.”
You shiver lightly, swallowing fully, “Thank you, I’m glad I could do that for you.”
She nods, readjusting herself in her seat before once again putting her finger under your jaw and pushing your head up. “But do you wanna know what I know would feel even better?” You pretend you don't know, tilting your head to the side, shaking it slightly. But of course you knew, you came in here to make her feel good, but also to be fucked until you can't think anymore. Letting her take control of you and fill you in all the right ways.
Wanda tilts her head to match you, her eyes looking dark and heavy with lust. “Stand up”
Her command jolts you into action, carefully still keeping your hands behind your back as you stand from the ground. She follows suit, before spinning you around and shoving you down into the desk. The impact wasn't too bad, but she kept a lot of pressure on your back all the same. Your underwear had a damp spot, with your arousal leaking out as you sucked her off. Her hand gently moves in between your legs, rubbing at where your arousal was coming from making you twitch involuntarily. You can feel her move to your side before leaning over you, keeping one hand lightly teasing while her mouth placed a kiss on your cheek.
You smiled as the pressure on your back lightened just a bit, her fingers stopped moving and she looked at your face. She nodded at you, quickly making sure you were okay, and after you nodded back her movement started again and her lips moved to your shoulder. She left kisses down your neck and shoulder, slowly moving down to your ass and finally your thighs. Her kisses get a little more sloppy and open mouthed as her fingers begin to draw you closer to an orgasm. Her kisses turn into hickies and soon your legs are shaking and covered in her lovebites.
Her mouth and hand pulls away from you as your whines begin to get louder, “You know you can't cum yet love.” she says almost mockingly. “You know you don't get to make a mess until I fill you with my own.”
Your eyes close as you bite your lips to calm yourself down, before nodding and stuttering out “o-of course Ma’am. I’d want nothing more.”
Wanda’s hands move to your sides and begin pulling your underwear off, “Let's get these off of you, you made such a big mess. You’re being so good, I know you’re ready for my cock.”
She opens a drawer to her right, pulling out rope and lube and she quickly prepares you, tying your arms behind your back to ensure you stay still. Her dick slides between your thighs, easily with the amount of lube that spilled down between them. But not for long as she angles herself, places her hands on your hips and pulls you back onto her cock. Her hands dig into your sides, with her nails leaving slight indents, as she thrusts into you quickly.
Your brain loses track of anything but the feeling of her filling you up over and over again, and even though everything feels amazing you don't make much noise. Her hips slamming into yours filling the room with noises that made your knees weak, especially those that escaped her mouth as she maintained her quick rhythm.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.” She started speaking, “Squeezing me so tight, I know you want me to cum in you. Fill you up, you'd look so pretty like that. Dripping after what i've done to you”
Your silence breaks with a whine as she keeps going, “I know you’d be so good for me, you'd take everything I give you. You’d beg for it wouldn't you?”
“mm”, you nod.
Her hands move from your sides to the rope binding your arms, stopping for a moment to pull you up into a half standing position. The angle drives her deeper into you, and yet again you feel yourself reaching the edge. “ m--, ‘m gonna” you try to speak.
“You don't get to cum until i'm finished with you.” She says gruffly. You whine but desperately hold on to the last thread keeping you from cumming. You needed to be good for her, you wanted to make her proud, and you wanted her praise. She could use you however she wanted and you would do everything in your power to make sure you didn't mess it up. Not now, not when her thrusts were starting to get sloppier, not when you knew at any moment she would finally fill you up for the first time in so long.
Very quickly you feel her hips begin to stutter and stop for a second as she lets out a low moan. “God, I've missed filling you up.” She says before pulling out and watching her cum drip out of you.
You whine, you'd just gotten used to being filled; she couldn't be done with you yet. As the thought finished Wanda helped you stand completely before picking you up and placing you on her desk with your tailbone handing off precariously. You looked at her slightly startled by the different position but you also knew she was strong enough to hold you up without problems. “I want to look at your face when I cum in you this time.” She whispers as she closes the space between you and her. Your legs are pulled up to your chest, spread so she still has access to you. Her arms wrap under your leg and behind your back to hold you up against the table before lifting you slightly to slide back onto her dick.
Looking at her while she fucked you was always intense but there was something about how long it’d been that made you feel all the more sensitive. Her eyes pierced into yours and almost dared you to close your eyes, dared you to stop looking, but you knew what would happen if you did and while it sounded fun you wanted to be on her good side tonight.
“Use me.” You beg quietly, you’d missed being like this and you needed her to take care of you. “Please.”
The way you said it struck a cord within Wanda, the ball of pleasure that she’d released was building at an exponential rate. She’d wanted this time to go slower but again she just couldnt help herself, “You want me to use you?” she asked, “Use your tight hole to make myself feel good? Make myself cum?”
Each question sent another pang through your body and you nodded desperately.
“I knew i was right about this feeling even better than your mouth. But god I didn't know how irresistible youd be like this, maybe i should leave you without my touch more often. Deny you my cum?” You want to shake your head but instead you answer, “if that's what you want, please do it. Just use me, fill me.”
She adjusts a bit, completely lifting you off the desk and bouncing you up and down on her length. She was hitting all the right spots and this time you don't think you’d be able to hold it. You wanted to be good, but it was so much and you needed a release desperately. “Please”
“Please what”
“Please can I cum, I need it, I need to cum for you.”
She stayed silent for a second and you whined yet again, feeling as though you were about to cry. The desire on her face only grew as she continued to fuck into you. “Mphm.” a pause, “Cum with me then. I want to see you cum on me Love”
You nod quickly, feeling her nails start digging into your shoulders and before long your orgasms start in tandem. “I love you” she says as she pumps into you a few more times before pulling out of you and laying her head slightly on your shoulder. “I love you too” you respond slowly as you both catch your breaths, she places you back down onto her desk and moves her arms to wrap you up in a hug.
A minute passes before either of you moves away from the other, and a wide smile stays on your face. “Thank you” you say, nudging your head against hers and her neck.
“Thank you, Love.” she says, before going to untie your hands from behind your back and placing a kiss on your forehead softly.
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ynscrazylife · 10 months
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Hey for your 4k celebration could you do purge the poison from marina with anyone from the mcu please?
Poisoned Mind, Poisoned Heart | Chapter 1
Series Summary: Dr. Strange turns to you, Wanda’s ex, to help him stop her before it’s too late. Can you do it or will Wanda corrupt you, too?
A/N: This is what came to my head when I listened to the song! Hope it fits. I'm excited for this series to start. Let me know if you want to be on this taglist.
Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)
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Doctor Stephen Strange was the last person you expected to see when you opened up your door. For a fleeting second, you considered slamming the door in his face, but that type of rudeness was never in your nature, no matter how much the flight in your fight or flight response was yelling at you to do so. “I should really start looking through the peephole before answering my door,” was what you ended up saying with a sigh. 
Stephen fixed you with a small, knowing smile. “I’m going to pretend that’s just because I might’ve been a stranger and not because you don’t want to see me,” he joked. You knew what he was doing - trying to ease you into whatever reason he had for coming over here when he hadn’t seen or spoken to you in years with humor. 
“Well, this isn’t just you being in the neighborhood and wanting to have a nice chat, is it?” You said, glancing down at the intricate costume he adorned. 
Catching onto the fact that you didn’t want him to beat around the bush, Stephen gave you a slight nod. “May I come in?” He asked politely. 
Despite being still weary and a bit nervous, you stepped aside. You knew that if he was coming here, he must have a good reason. Years ago, after the civil war between Steve and Tony, when you left the Avengers and said goodbye to being a superhero, you had strictly instructed everyone to leave you alone unless there was some threat to the universe. You had gone back briefly to help them fight Thanos, but quickly returned to your civilian life afterward. 
Stephen walked in and you closed the door behind him, but didn’t lock it. You weren’t intending for him to stay long. The sorcerer took a moment to look around your hallway, at all the paintings and photos on your walls. “Nice house,” he murmured, picking up a photo of you on a nearby table and looking at it. 
“Stephen,” you warned gently. 
Stephen cleared his throat and set down the photo, turning back to you. “What do you know about what Wanda has gotten up to recently?” He asked. 
It was akin to him dumping a bucket of ice water over your head - you visibly flinched, taken aback. Wanda. You had worked very hard to get over the woman you once loved, the love that ended due to you being on opposite sides of the Accords. Like Natasha, you had sided with Tony not because you really believed in the Accords, but because you wanted to keep the team together. Wanda hadn’t seen it that way and you didn’t exactly blame her for it, until you two started to get into awful screaming matches. 
“I heard on the news about Westview . . . They say that no one’s been able to reach or find her since,” you answered carefully, remembering the conflicting emotions you had when finding out about it all. Even after all this time, you haven't been able to fall out of love. She stuck with you. A part of you hated it, the other part was enchanted by it. You still wanted the best for her and discovering what happened in Westview was painful. 
“That was true, up until now,” Stephen said, taking a small step towards you. 
You tried to hold back the gasp building up in your throat, but you failed. All you could do was bore your eyes into him as you waited for him to continue. 
“There’s this . . . girl. Her name is America Chavez and she has these powers of accessing alternate realities that Wanda wants. I think she’s been corrupted by the Darkhold . . . If she gets access to these alternate realities, there’s no telling what she’ll do,” Stephen said. 
You furrowed your eyebrows, now confused and feeling a little overwhelmed as his words swarmed your head. “Alternate realities?” You questioned. 
“I can explain everything in detail, but I think you can get through to her, Y/N,” Stephen said. 
No matter if you still loved her, if there was some deep part inside you that wanted to help, you still felt reluctant to return to that life. You started to shake your head. “She doesn’t love me, she fell in love with Vision,” you muttered, trying - wanting - to deny it. 
“She never stopped talking about you,” Stephen revealed softly. 
This caused you to squeeze your eyes shut, feelings and memories of another time washing over you all at once. “Stephen, I can’t-” you started to say. 
“Let me explain everything back at the Sanctum Sanctorum and then we can go from there,” Stephen said, his voice still as sweet as honey. So charming and alluring, “This . . . isn’t just a threat to our universe. It’s a threat to all the universes.” 
That was the nail in the coffin - you would never be able to fully rid yourself of your natural, heroic instinct to help people. “Okay,” you agreed, letting out a breath. Despite just telling yourself that you were only agreeing to hear him, you knew deep down, in your heart, what you got yourself into - you were going to try and help. Help Wanda, help Stephen, help the goddamn multiverse.
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lifespectator · 9 months
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Spasibo
Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader
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Summary: After time of being together, Wanda shows you how much your love means to her.
Warnings: None, just fluff
Translation: Spasibo = Thank you (In russian according to google)
A/N: Well, I've been away from writing for like 6 months. I know this is probably not what you want or expect. But I felt the need to write something to get myself going again. Plus, it's been a year since I made my first post on Tumblr (June 24, 2022) so why not? Hope ya'll enjoy, though :)
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"Are we there yet, Wands?" You asked, Wanda, who was pulling you by the arm.
You trusted your girlfriend with all your heart, but after walking blindfolded for 10 minutes and tripping with rocks for a couple of times, you were impatient to know where she was taking you. Wanda wanting to do something like this was completely out of her normal behavior but you always supported her actions, so you went with it.
Wanda giggled. "Relax, boo. We're almost there." Wanda answered. "I promise you will love the surprise." She reassured.
"Great, I was beginning to think you were trying to murder me." Your joke won you a glare from Wanda that went unnoticed by you thanks to the blindfold. Instead, she decided to play along.
"Throwing that possibility out the window was your first mistake." Wanda murmured loud enough for you to hear. A blank expression plastered on your face until you heard the young witch burst in laughter. She looked at you to notice your serious expression.
"Oh, come on. It was funny." Wanda said. You gave in and chuckled. "Ok, fine. You did get me there." You surrendered to Wanda's claims.
You kept walking with Wanda leading the way. Some minutes before, you realized that the floor below you was grass meaning that you were either at a park or an open field. Going to the park with Wanda was a normal thing. Both of you engage in that activity at least once or twice a week. The odd part is that Wanda insisted on going at the time when the dark of the night was completely filling the sky. Without forgetting that she had insisted on covering your eyes with a scarf she owned.
"You have some crazy ideas." You remarked. Wanda responded with an 'mhm'.
"In what aspect though?" Wanda asked, in a teasing tone. You first questioned what she meant but blushed when you caught on. Wanda smirked at your reaction.
"Control yourself now, we're here." Wanda informed. You exhaled as your hands reached to remove the scarf but was stopped by Wanda's own.
Wanda walked behind you. "Let me do it." She brought her hands up to the scarf. "Are you ready?" She asked, sounding rather enthusiastic.
"I am." you answered, eager to know what all this was about.
"Hope you like it." Wanda untied the scarf, finally letting you see again. After blinking a few times to get accustomed with light, what lied in front of you warmed your heart. A picnic blanket with a basket on top of it. She invited you to sit down on the blanket.
You sat next to her, admiring the candles that were also placed in the middle of the blanket. They were fake but they showed Wanda's attention to detail.
"This is so beautiful." You complimented Wanda's work, she offered her signature sweet smile in return.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm loving this." You admitted, the little stuff that Wanda did for you always showed how much she loved you. "But what are we celebrating?" You questioned.
Wanda looked at you, frowning. "Y/N, did you really forget?" Her tone made you gulp. Her mentioning your name with that tone showed that she was not pleased with your question.
"I- I'm sorry, I really don't remember." It scared you, since you didn't remember Wanda telling you anything and your anniversary of being with her was still months away. You felt your body shake a bit in nervousness.
Wanda got closer to you when she suddenly erupted in laughter. "Relax, I was joking." She confessed while still laughing.
"Damn you really did scare me this time." You said in relief. Wanda placed around you. "Oh, baby, please forgive me." She comforted, your hand reached for her hand that was on your shoulder and carefully placed yours on top of hers. "It's alright, Witchy. I could never stay mad at you."
Wanda smiled, taking her hands off yours and reached for the basket where she pulled out a champagne bottle and two flute glasses.
"While it's true that there isn't anything important to celebrate today." She handed you a glass. "Today I felt the need to celebrate our love because your love has made me stronger and has cured me in several ways." Wanda popped open the champagne bottle and poured some into your glass.
After pouring champagne into her glass, she put the bottle down and raised her glass to make a toast. "To our love." Wanda announced. You brought your glass, making contact with hers. Both of you giggling to the clicking noise.
"To our love." You said, offering a warm smile.
You and Wanda brought the glass up and drank from it. You were the first to bring it down and waited for Wanda. Once she brought it down, you moved closer to her and without hesitation, connected your lips to her. Wanda reciprocated with the same passion.
The kiss only ended because you pulled away to catch some air. You looked down to see her also panting. You pulled her close and she relaxed into you.
"This was really special, Wanda. Thank you." You said, being grateful for her. Only Wanda would do such a beautiful thing for you.
"Stay with me forever." Wanda told you. You ran your hand through her ginger hair. "Don't worry, I'll never leave." You assured her.
"Spasibo." Wanda muttered in a low breathy voice, resting her head on your chest.
"Did you say something, my love?" You asked, stroking her silky hair.
Wanda closed her eyes. "Just enjoying the moment." She answered in a soft tone. The only noise she wanted to hear in that moment was the thumping sound of your heart beat. To her, it was a demonstration of how much you loved being with her.
"That champagne looked expensive, where did you get it?" You asked in an attempt to start a conversation. Wanda shifted a little and looked up at you.
"A magician-" She stopped mid sentence and grinned. "Or witch in this case never reveals her secret." Wanda said. She wanted to laugh at the thought of Tony trying to find one of his many expensive bottles. She could apologize, in the event she was caught.
It didn't matter to her. What mattered to her in that instant was you being there with her. She was grateful for your love and attention. The young witch wants to use the rest of her life showing you how much that meant for her. Because your love was a medicine, fixing up all the open wounds.
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Word Count: 1,102
A/N: I would tag my masterlist but links don't work :,) (I'll be fixing it soon)
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romanoffshouse · 6 months
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Y/N: I’m going to Taco Bell. You want anything?
Wanda: I want my family back.
Y/N: Sorry, I only got like $12.
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diaryoflife · 4 months
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[During an Avengers team meeting]
Tony: Has anyone ever had an experience with an evil entity following them?
Y/N, about their twins: Yes, but once they're potty trained and a bit more independent, they tend to settle down.
*the team laughs*
Wanda, hits the back of Y/N’s head: Don’t talk about our babies like that!
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faerieemetal · 1 year
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warnings: 18+, minors dni. fluff. established relationship.
emo!wanda notices the different flavours of chapsticks and lip glosses you wear and she loves tasting them when she kisses you. this time, you’re wearing watermelon flavoured lip gloss and it’s the first thing she notices when you greet her with a little peck on the lips.
“watermelon,” she hums and you look at her confused.
“huh?” you ask and she laughs at your obliviousness.
“your lip gloss. it’s watermelon flavoured,” she says and you smile when you realize what she’s talking about. “you’re always wearing different flavours every day.”
“i didn’t think you’d notice something as small as lip gloss flavours,” you say as you shrug your shoulders.
wanda hums as she sits next to you and kisses your cheek, making your face fluster with heat.
“now, what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn’t notice the little things?” she questions but you know it’s only a rhetorical question.
you smile as she wraps her arms around you and places another kiss on your forehead and all you can think is how lucky you are to call her yours.
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ryloriee678999 · 1 year
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Troubled Paradise (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
Summary: After Wanda leaves you, you still have questions. 
Warnings: angst, post-breakup, mentions of Wanda x Vision, arguing.
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Every Time you saw her face, you felt a feeling you couldn't erase. You weren't sure if it was sadness or hate but it dug deep down in your chest at the thought of her.
The day Wanda told you that this relationship couldn’t work was the day everything started getting worse.
You knew Wanda was formerly married to an Avenger, you knew he had died and you knew about Westview. You helped her move on but moving on was hard especially when Vision came back. Suddenly the woman you were seeing had her husband again. Both of you were shocked but what shocked you more was that she picked him. Wanda broke it off with you explaining how she didn’t want to leave but had to. You were confused and sad but she didn’t give you much time to say what you wanted before she left crying.
It felt like your heart was broken but to make things worse, Wanda was throwing it in your face that you’d been replaced by Vision. You seethed every time Wanda talked about him around people. She spoke on and on about how he’s so amazing and does the sweetest things for her. When you saw them being affectionate you wanted to cry. She never did those things with you around others, she never spoke about you the way she spoke about Vision. It stung deeply in your chest being in the same building together knowing they’re happy. In your eyes she was so happy it didn't even seem like you two broke up. Whenever you’d been forced to be in the same room with her, she treated you like nothing ever happened. She waved and smiled and sometimes even talked to you about whatever topic the others were on. She didn't even see how much it hurt just speaking to you.
At night you thought about all the things you wanted to tell her. Your feelings felt suffocating and the urge to speak to Wanda only got stronger the more you kept thinking. It only took you a week after Wanda left you to finally reach your limit.
Quickly you tore off your blanket and threw on a zip-up hoodie. Looking at the time there was a possibility Wanda was in the kitchen so that’s where you went first. 
As you walked closer, you could hear quiet humming coming from the woman. You knew she was in there but peeked in to check if anyone else was. At the sight of Wanda making tea alone, you walked in.
Wanda turned around when she heard your footsteps. She smiled slightly when you met eyes, “Hi,” she greeted. 
“I need to talk to you,” you told her immediately. 
Wanda looked up from her glass momentarily before continuing to stir her drink. “About what?” She questioned. Wanda already knew what it was about based on your composure but she tried ignoring it.
Right away you started. All the thoughts you had been thinking ever since the breakup spilt out of your mouth. “You just broke up with me without letting me have a say in anything. I know I can’t force you to be with me but can you at least think about someone else but yourself for once? I have feelings too, I don’t think you know that or you do and just don’t care, but I do.” You had rehearsed the lines in bed because you knew the moment you came up to her you would start to cry. 
After a pause Wanda finally put down her drink and faced you. “Are we going to talk or are you going to keep yelling at me?” She asked patiently. You saw on Wanda’s face that she looked nervous but you didn't care as the tears that prickled at the side of your eyes started to fall.
“I have questions,” you said. 
Wanda nodded knowingly, “Okay.”
“Tell me the truth, did you love me back?” You spoke slowly in order to keep your voice from wavering but it was getting harder to control. Instead of being angry like you wanted Wanda to see, all she could see was how badly her actions affected you. The guilt Wanda felt beforehand only increased due to your question. She was hurt you’d ask such a thing but she responded without hesitation. “Of course I did, I love you so much—“ she started.
“Are you happy?” you asked before she could finish. 
“No.” She responded simply, not knowing if she should speak or not. 
“Really? Because I see you so cheerful every day. You look so happy around everyone and I’m left to think ‘Why am I the only one hurt? Why don't you feel the same? Why do you look so much happier with him?”
Wanda couldn’t admit out loud that she wished it was different or that when she looked at him, all she was reminded of was you. You were speaking too fast for Wanda to find the right explanation so she waited until you were done. 
“You don't love me, you don’t care. You got rid of me the second he showed up! What even was I to you? Someone to keep you company while you waited for him to come back?” Your rambling became incoherent as you began to cry. “I'm so angry at myself for letting this happen when I knew it was a bad idea. I knew it wouldn’t work– I knew it.”
Small whimpers left your mouth as you avoided eye contact, you hugged your arms to your chest and sniffled a few times. When it seemed you calmed down Wanda stepped forward. You felt her arms pull you into a hug but did nothing to stop it. All you could do was stand there slightly shaking as her warmth wrapped around you. 
“You may regret this relationship but I don’t and I never will,” she said softly. “I want to be with you but It’s complicated, I’m married, I have- had kids with him.” 
Wanda sighed into your hair as she tightened her hold. “I’m so sorry.”
At the moment you couldn’t feel bad for her. Your emotions only got stronger at her pathetic explanation. The way she hugged you and assured along with an excuse just made you angry. Suddenly you cleared your voice so she could hear your next words carefully. “Wanda?” You whispered as you looked up at her. She pulled back slightly to wipe the tears from your cheeks, “yes?” she replied in the same soft voice. 
“Don’t bring me into your marriage again.”
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