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#becoming who they're meant to be
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They both created something else to deal with their grief
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MCU!Humans every three months when the sky starts glowing again and some costumed freaks take the streets
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Loki 'Science Fiction' // WandaVision
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Loki 2.06 Glorious Purpose
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my favorite marvel shows + quotes
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cissa-calls · 4 months
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Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 629
****Spoiler warning!! Leaks!!!****
Images of Agatha from the upcoming show Agatha: Darkhold Diaries have been leaked:
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Credit to @ScarletWitchUpd and @AgathaHNews on Twitter for these images
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I love wanda so much too! Could you do a wanda x reader giving her back her kids please (like you said the organic way lmao) 🙏
Knocked Up x W.M *
Pairings: Scarlet Witch!Wanda x Super Soldier!Intersex!Reader
No problem, anon!
I hope this was satisfactory enough to sedate you for now! And, I'm so sorry this took as long as it did.
Wanda had lost everything, from her brother, Pietro, to her husband, Vision, and to her boys, Tommy and Billy. The only person that had stayed was you. What happens when you offer something to Wanda that she couldn't possibly refuse?
Warnings: Gender Neutral!Reader (they/them pronouns), mommy (W), grief and loss, angst, Wanda being bit of a bitch, choking kink, head (W), service top!reader, power bottom!wanda, breeding kink, super soldier serum enhanced cum (makes it more potent, and in turn makes it more likely for someone to get pregnant from it), degradation kink, squirting (W), friends to lovers, and brief mentions of pregnant Wanda near the end.
Word Count: 2.7k
A/n: This is going to be some juicy shit, so strap yourselves in. It's about to be a bumpy ride ;).
Also, I've been clearing up some of my drafts which I'm proud of. :)
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It had been two weeks since West View and Wanda losing everything she had ever loved within mere seconds.
You had tried to give her the benefit of the doubt considering all the horrible shit she's had to go through in her short life, but it was hard to do so when she ignored and belittled all of your hard work.
You had kept the maintenance of the cabin up to scratch while you listened from the other side of her wooden door as she cried herself to sleep each night.
During the day she may have kept up a mask, usually her nonchalant behaviour coming off sour and bitchy, but at night you got to hear how much she was actually in pain.
And it hurt you.
It left a deeper hole in your chest each time you heard the beautiful redhead's sorrowful cries.
If you could, you would rid her of all her pain, that's what led you to the plan now playing on loop in your head.
I mean it wasn't that much of an outlandish plan than what your mind was making it out to be, you had always found Wanda attractive and if it wasn't for her boyfriend Vision, and your now ex Maria, you would've totally tried winning her over.
But, alas, Vision had got to her before you ever could.
So you just watched from afar wishing that those were your hands exploring her body each and every night until she was a trembling mess instead of Vision's.
You had lived your whole Avenger life pining after her.
Something your friend Natasha had constantly teased you about.
I mean the plan inside your head was a win-win situation from your point of view, you'd get to finally let out all your frustrations over the redhead, and you'd finally be able to move on in your love life without imagining Wanda all the time.
And Wanda, well Wanda would get her boys back, she'd be happy.
Surely there would be no backlash, right?
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Staring down at my food, my whole body is tense as Wanda and I sit at the dining table together for the first time since she disappeared into her bedroom.
I clench my hands over the top of my cutlery as I refrain myself from doing something I'd regret before I could ask her the question that's been weighing me down since I first thought of it.
To me, my face is perfectly plain and there's no way that Wanda would know that there's something wrong with me.
Maybe I over estimated my resolve, especially regarding the witch, because this whole time while I've been staring- or more so glaring down at my plate of food, she's been staring at me with furrowed eyebrows and a frown on her face.
I jump in surprise at the feeling of a soft pair of hands over my own. Looking up, I tilt my head at Wanda in confusion, I blush as her chuckle reaches my ears, her laugh never failing to make butterflies swarm inside me.
"Darling, I'd much prefer if you didn't harm your beautiful hands by your knife and fork."
Realising the hold I have on my utensils I let them drop down onto the table cloth, looking up at Wanda I swallow at the depth in her beautiful green eyes.
Looking back down at my plate, I reach my hand forward for my drink and gulp it down, my other hand wiping away at my sweaty forehead as I stand from my seat with my dishes.
Making my way over to the sink I let them fall into the murky water, staring down at my reflection I have a inner battle with myself regarding my feelings for the woman behind me at the table.
Should I really?
What about friendship?
Will she tell me to get lost?
Will she tell me I'm a freak?
Will she laugh at me?
What will happen!?
I jump in shock as I feel warm arms wrap tightly around my waist from behind me, their nails slightly dragging against my abs. I sigh as I can feel Wanda's forehead rest gently against my back, her warm breath wafting down my neck and back.
"What's the matter, sweetheart? You've been zoning out a lot and I'm worried for you."
Gripping her arms around my waist I pull them away from my stomach, turning around I swallow as I make eye contact with her, the feelings bubbling up inside me until they form a large lump inside my throat that no matter what I do won't go away.
"I-"
I watch even more nervous as Wanda raises an eyebrow at me, simultaneously tilting her head slowly.
I sit back down in my chair, at the end of the dining table, I feel as Wanda moves as well, instead of her sitting in her seat like I expected her to though, she situates herself right in front of me.
Her plump thighs spread in front of my face, and her muscles in her upper thighs stretch and strain as she holds herself up on the table.
"I-I need to ask you something, and I n-need you to not judge, ok?
I watch as her eyes shine with interest, breathing in a shaky breath I await her answer with anxiety swirling inside my blood.
"Sure."
Sighing, I open my mouth to speak when a movement out of the corner of my eyes catches my attention, looking down at the movement I immediately regret it.
There right in front of me, is Wanda's barely covered sex, covered in a skimpy, lacy red underwear piece.
I groan as I can't seem to pull my eyes away from what I've seen, my cheeks staining red with the blush spreading quickly down my neck and back up all the way towards the tips of my ears.
I rub my thighs together, in an effort to lower my sudden raging boner, but no matter what I do it only seems to be making it worse for me.
While I've been caught up in all of this, I seem to have missed Wanda's wide smirk, twinkling red eyes and her head tilted to the side again as she stares down at me in pride.
I jump as I feel her nail drag up my throat until her finger rests under my chin, it softly directing my chin upwards so that I make eye contact with her.
"My eyes are here, honey, not down there."
The blush worsens, if that were even possible, as I stare deeply into her green irises, my mouth forming a sentence, or what should've been a sentence,
"I- I didn't m-mean to, Wanda, I-"
I'm cut off when Wanda gently places her ring finger over my mouth, successfully shutting my rambling up.
"It's okay, baby, I know."
Before I can utter another word, a gasp leaves my throat as I feel soft, pink lips slam onto my own. My eyes widen at the notion of my long time best friend (and crush) kissing me on her own accord, I shake and shiver at the close proximity of her.
After a good solid minute I feel as my limbs loosen and my eyes flutter shut as I melt into the feeling of her soft lips on me, the same lips I've dreamt about for years now.
I yelp as I feel her bite at my lip, her teeth pulling it back until she lets go of it and allows it to fling back into place.
I groan as I feel her move down off the table and onto my lap, my hands fling forward and land on her hips, making sure to keep her steady and to make sure she doesn't fall backwards and hurt herself.
I shiver as I feel her hot breath ghost over my earlobe, her tongue poking out to lick at the sensitive body part before her lips enclose around it and begin to suck at it.
I moan but immediately shut my mouth, embarrassed already at how desperate I must seem to Wanda.
I shiver as I feel her lips move near my earlobe, a sentence breathily escaping her and transferring through my ear and to my head,
"Don't hold back darling, moan for me, tell me what you want."
"I- I want to help you get your kid's back."
I gag as I feel Wanda's hand snap forward to grip my throat roughly, her fingernails digging in harshly as she chokes me surprisingly strongly.
"There's my baby. Are you sure about this though, love? I don't want to force you."
I've never been more sure about anything in my life before, Wanda.
I've never used telepathy to speak to her, so I'm worried that she didn't get what I said, but my body relaxes as I see a small smile on her lips and I watch in satisfaction as she smiles down at me, her hips grinding down on me softly grabbing my attention, as my lips part to take in a sharp intake of breath.
"Now, you can't get me pregnant if you're still clothed, now can you beautiful?"
I shake my head as I bite my lip, before I let out a gasp as the cold rushes against my now naked body, my teeth digging into my lower lip as I groan at the feeling of her wet pussy lips rubbing against my member.
My eyes move up as they zero in on the way her fingers glow red, them moving over her lip as she sizes me up, a small but noticeable smirk resting on her pink lips as she moves further forward on my lap, her wetness smearing all over me as I refrain from doing something we'd both regret, instead I place my shaky hands hesitantly on her hips, the muscles in my lower stomach tensing even further as I feel her hand grab at my member, her rubbing up and down as she looks down at me with a small twinkle in her green eyes,
"Do you want me, love? Do you want to fuck your seed so deep inside of me that it'll still be leaking out of me by the end of next week? Because I want that, I want you, so fucking badly."
You groan as your nails dig into her sides, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel as her wet tongue licks up the side of your neck before sucking your earlobe into her mouth.
You stutter in her hand as you whine, your eyes fluttering back open as you pout at her, before speaking,
"P-Please, Wands, please, put it in-"
Your cut off by your own loud moan mixed with the sounds of Wanda's gasps and moans as well, your hips snap up accidentally as you try to get used to the feeling of her warm walls tightening around your cock tightly,
"S-Shit- Sorry baby, I-"
Wanda looks at you darkly as she rest either one of her palms on both of your shoulders, her lip brought between her teeth as she sinks her teeth into the fragile skin,
"N-No, do that again."
You furrow your brows but do as she says as you snap up your hips again, your eyes darkening in lust as you hear the beautiful moan that falls from her lips at the action, your hips move up and down slowly, your fingers in the dips of her hips as you lean back on the chair to gain more traction.
You must be doing something good as you hear Wanda's moans gain in volume, her lips barely grazing against your own as she seems to be frozen in place, not being able to speak because of the overwhelmingly positive pleasure,
"Oh, fuck, your so good."
Your eyes glaze over as you growl something feral, your hands insistent on her hips as you throw her back against the kitchen table with missing a thrust, Wanda lets out a gasp as her fingers dig into your shoulders, you raise her legs as you press the palm of your hand against her stomach before you begin thrusting harder and faster, Wanda letting out incoherent sounds, words and moans as she tries to speak,
"B-Babe! Fuck- s-slow down."
You shake your head as your finger comes down to play with her engorged clit, your watching with a smirk and glint in your eye as her body jolts at the feeling.
Your very much aware of the creaking of the old wooden table beneath your but you don't pay it much attention then and not even when it breaks beneath the harshness of your thrusts do you care.
Looking down at Wanda you're brought even closer to orgasm as you watch her eyes roll back into her head at the mere pleasure that you're giving her, your voice coming out love and husky as you speak into the space between you both,
"Fuck, I'm about to cum."
Wanda whines in agreement, her hair sticking to her forehead as a sheen of sweat covers it,
"Yeah, you want my cum in this tight cunt? You want me to give you Billy and Tommy again, huh slut?"
Wanda nods her head as you huff as you keep thrusting as precum begins to oozes out of the tip of your dick.
"Fine, then, I'll give it to you, I'll give it all to you if you cum for me, beautiful."
It doesn't take much more until you cum with a shuddering breath, your cum shooting out of your tip as you press as deep as you can get, all of your hot white sperm shooting within her ovaries as you heave before your eyes widen at the feeling of something wet shooting onto your face.
You wipe a finger at your face as you look down at Wanda, she had squirted.
You had made her squirt.
An almost giddy emotion spreads throughout you as you realise that this was your first time making anyone squirt and by the look of things it was her first time squirting as well.
You wipe her cum on your body as you move down to rest.
You rest your sweaty forehead against her sweaty stomach as you try to gain your breathing under control, your fingers drawing small circles into her skin as well as you help her calm down.
You move up from her stomach as you slowly let your dick fall back, your cum already pouring out in waves as you focus on the way Wanda looks beautiful and spent underneath you.
Your hands rest on either side of her cheeks as you lean forward to leave a peck on her lips, before your eyes fall to the broken kitchen table and the bruising all over her body,
"I'm so sorry, Wands- I-I didn't mean to-"
Your cut off with a sudden kiss from Wanda before she giggles and shakes her head, her hand pushing your shoulder gently as she rolls her eyes,
"You idiot, your saying sorry after giving me the most mind numbing orgasm of my life?"
You furrow your brows as you speak quietly and with confusion lacing your tone,
"Yeah?"
Wanda giggles again and you practically swoon as you watch her scrunch her nose up before she speaks in her Sokovian accent, her fingers combing through your messy hair as you sigh,
"Love, it's fine, I'll fix it later, but for now I want you in the bedroom."
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It would only be another two weeks where Wanda would tell you with tears in her eyes that she was pregnant, and you were with her for the rest of the way.
And as you looked down at the both of your sons you finally fully understood why Wanda was so hellbent on getting them back.
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aleksmaximoff · 2 years
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me watching that scene of MoM
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magpithy · 2 years
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No one is allowed to complain about Wanda accidentally enslaving an entire town if they also think that Strange intentionally making a man beat himself for 3 weeks, just for shits and giggles, was a totally okay thing to do
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💔
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thevalkyriee · 2 years
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my wandavision loving soul when i heard the theme song start to play
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snaileer · 4 months
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PhantomVision
Please go read the rewritten better version here please
When Bruce woke up, his mind was filled with fog. Why? What happened to-
His wife turned in her sleep next to him, and he smiled down at her. Her red hair fell around her shoulders.. red? Bruce blinked again. Diana’s hair was black, dark ebony, not- oh, he sees, of course, her hair was just a dark, dark red, of course, how could he miss it.
He gently leaned down and kissed her temple, watching as her eyes snapped open, then blinked slowly as tenseness faded.
“It’s morning time, Diana, time to get up. We have a big day today!”
Diana smiled as she sat up, pausing to briefly rub at her forehead with scrunched eyebrows, “Of course, dear.. I’m just, I think I had an odd dream..?” Diana looked slowly around the room, confusion lacing her features, “Bruce, where..why is today a big day..?”
Bruce paused, “I… don’t kno-“
Their bedroom door slammed open, “Mom! Dad! Get up! I don’t want to be late my first day of school!”
In the doorframe stands a young boy, 14 or 15 maybe, with dark black hair and bright blue eyes.
Barbara comes up behind him, stark red hair contrasting with the teal headband pushing it back, “Come on Danny, we still have an hour, we’re not going to be late, we still have to have breakfast.”
Bruce smiles, “Don’t worry Danny, your pops can cook up breakfast fast enough to get us there on time!” He practically jumps out of bed, sweeping Danny into a hug as he goes past.
The cloudiness of his mind is easy to forget as he starts on scrambled eggs for the family. He drops the first two eggs with shells in the pan with a wince, this is why Alfred never-. Who was-?
“Here Bruce, let me take over,” Diana slides in beside him with an indulgent smile as she empties the pan and starts again.
“Thanks Di, you know I was never much good at cooking,” he leans down to kiss her.
She turns to briefly return it before grabbing a spatula, “Well, I didn’t marry you for the food, Bruce.” She smiles.
“Ughhhh! Gross parent germs!” Danny groans from the table, already eating a piece of toast.
Babs walks by with a smile, ruffling her brother’s hair, “They’re just like that Danny, you know you’ll have to get used to it right?”
“Never!” He says, but there’s a smile on his face.
They all laugh at that as Diana takes the plates and puts them in the sink.
“If you don’t want to be late we better get in the car soon Danny,” Bruce says, checking his watch even though he doesn’t remember getting dressed with it this morning.
“Dang it!” Danny shouts, grabbing his backpack and running towards the door. Babs walks calmly behind him, both already in the car when he gets there.
Bruce listens to the family chatter of his kids as they drive, only to pause at a stoplight when it falls deadly silent.
He glances back, surprised to see Danny staring out the window with a glazed, hurting look.
Bruce follows his eyes to a closed burger restaurant on the other side of the street. Yellow tape is placed across the darkened storefront.
“What’s that place Danny?” He asks, curious as to why the boy is reacting so strongly.
Danny stiffly turns forward, “It’s nothing, Dad, just go. It’s just a closed restaurant, we don’t go there anymore.”
Something scratches Bruce’s mind, “Why not, Danno?”
Danny slams his hands down on the seat, “We just DON’T, OKAY!”
A horn honks behind him, the light green and Bruce presses the gas forward.
“Have a good day at school!” Bruce says, waving at them from the car window as they get out.
Danny waves back at him, shyly embarrassed by his dad’s display, but accepting of it anyways.
His mind blurs, thick as molasses- B! Where!- gray fog that smothers his que-
Bruce watches his kids come back down the steps as school ends, surrounded by a flood of other teens.
He gets out to stand and greet them, a smile on his face as their teacher introduces himself.
“Hi there, I’m Mr.Lancer, and you must be young Daniel’s father… Jack?” The man asks, grey hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Bruce scrunches his brows, “I’m Bruce,” he shakes the extended hand firmly, “Pleasure to meet you.”
The man’s smile brightens, sharpening at the edges in a way that makes Bruce’s head tilt, “Of course, of course! It’s a pleasure to have Danny in my class, I just have so much to teach him,” The man smirks.
“Come onnn, Dad, let’s go!”
Bruce turns around, still waving to the teacher as he gets in the car. The eyes stay on them through the rear view mirror as they drive away.
Bruce pries his eyes away from the schoolfront, glancing at his son.
“How was school, Danny?”
“Fine, I mean Dash is still here but at least he’s in different classes this year.”
“And how about you, Princess?” He says, looking at Babs.
Babs looks up at him through the mirror, a hint of tightness on her lips, “I’m… fine. My legs have been hurting all day though. I can’t figure out why.”
“I’m sure it’s no big deal. Let’s go inside.” Danny says, getting out of the car. They’re already home, though Bruce is sure it should have taken longer. The thought is lost to thick cotton in his mind.
Babs is able to get out of the car on her own, following them up to the entrance. Why does that seem odd?
Diana greets them as they come in, giving them each a hug. Bruce notices a shine around her wrists.
“What’s that, Dee, new jewelry?”
Diana looks down at the thick golden bracelets with a lift of her eyebrows, “Oh.. I was.. cleaning out the basement today… we just have so much stuff down there. I found them in a box… I think.. I think they’re from my mother.” Diana runs a gentle finger along the smooth metal surface, face soft with nostalgia.
When Bruce looks up, he sees Danny standing in the kitchen, eyes glued to the basement door with an empty stare.
“Our basement? … isn’t it…”
The doorbell rings, making Danny look over, trance lost.
When Diana opens the door, Tim and Steph are standing there. Bruce stares at them for a second, unblinking.
“Danny, your friends are here!” Diana yells, making the boy come rushing back down the stairs.
“Hi, Steph, hey Tim, ready to play DOOM?” He says with a smile.
“Of course, Danny!” Tim exclaims, pulling out a slim modified PDA, “I just downloaded the new mods, it’s gonna be sick! Maybe we’ll finally beat Steph!”
Steph playfully kicks at him with a combat boot, “As if, loser! You know I win every time.”
Bruce watches them go upstairs, both barely sparing a look at him as they follow Danny.
Why does he feel like the floor is dropping out from under him? Why do his thoughts keep getting swallowed by this… this.. fog?
Why is he…?
What’s happening?
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emcu7o · 1 year
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dark red
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I support Women's rights; but more importantly I support Women's Wrongs
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