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OUCH??

I was expecting to at least get some comfort from wanda but damn.

you didn't have to hurt my feelings like that 😭

She Isn't Coming Home

Pairing: Mom!WandaNat x Teenager!Reader

Summary: Thanos snapped half your family away five years ago. Five years later, half your family is still missing. Though this time forever.

Warnings: death mentions, depression, cheating, angst with no happy ending, family issues.

1.2K Words

a/n: im changing the plot of endgame a bit cause I cant be fucked to write it all out

/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were 13 years old when the Avengers lost against Thanos, causing half the universe's population to cease to exist. You still remember the horrible feeling you felt in your gut when you saw the Wakandian guard who was watching over you turn to dust.

At the time, you thought you caused the guard to turn to dust with your recently discovered powers. So you hid in a vent for half an hour until your mother, Natasha, found you.

Only 3 days later, you were told of what happened to the rest of the universe.

You cried for weeks straight about the death of Wanda, and even Natasha shed a couple of tears at the loss of her ex-wife.

Wanda and Natasha had divorced 2 years prior to the blip when Natasha found her cheating on her with Vision.

After the blip, you struggled to return to your normal life as your powers were spiraling out of control, and Natasha was forcing herself to work so she could forget the horrible things that happened.

By the time you were 14 years old, you were diagnosed with depression and were failing half your classes. You would skip school constantly to hang out with your friends and show off your powers.

The first time Natasha found out about this, she was upset and hit you with the "How would Wanda feel about this?" which broke you at the thought of your dead mother's reaction. Though slowly you started to care less and less about Wanda's reaction.

She was dead. She didn't matter anymore.

It was just you and Natasha now.

Your relationship with your mom wasn't bad. Sure, you had your ups and downs but you still loved each other dearly. Sometimes you wouldn't know what you would do if you lost her as well.

"You're telling me there may actually be a way to get everybody back?" You stared at Tony, tears filling your eyes at the hope of everybody's return.

Tony hummed, "There's a possibility of it, yes."

"But don't get your hopes too high, okay? We aren't 100% sure of it." Natasha said to you, a stern look on her face.

You nodded, "It's just crazy that after 5 years, everybody could come back."

"It's been 5 years of hell," Bruce muttered, flicking switches at the control panel in front of him.

Natasha put her hand on your shoulder, making you jump. "Sweetheart, you need to go to bed. It's getting late."

You shook your head with a small laugh, "Mom, I'm not 13 anymore. I'm 18, I make my own decisions."

Natasha raised a brow at you. You have been talking back to her a lot more often than usual.

"Okay, sorry." You apologised, making your mother smile. "Goodnight, everybody!"

It only took a couple of days for Tony and Bruce to figure out how to time travel and retrieve the infinity stones.

"Mom, why won't you let me come with you? Please, I never come on missions with you." You begged, yanking onto Natasha's suit.

"Stop acting like a whiny child, Y/n. I told you that you're staying here and Clint is coming with me."

"But, mom-"

"Y/n, drop it."

You groaned and dramatically threw your body onto Natasha. She pushed you away with a laugh.

"You're a big baby, you know that?"

"You suck." You huffed out, watching your mother walk onto the platform.

"Love you, baby." Natasha sent you a wink.

The Avengers exchanged short conversations before they stepped into the correct positions.

"See you in a minute."

A bright flash of light lit up the platform and everybody disappeared.

It was only a few minutes before everybody started reappearing on the platform, each holding an infinity stone.

"Holy shit, Tony! You actually did it." You cheered, running up to him.

"Did you seriously doubt me?" He asked with a chuckle.

You sheepishly smiled, "Maybe."

A thumping sound made you turn away from Tony. You saw Clint defeatedly sitting on his knees with an infinity stone grasped in his hand, his face stained with tears.

"Clint? W-where's my mom?" You couldn't see your mom anywhere.

"She's...I'm so sorry, Y/n." His voice cracked and he started sobbing.

"Where's my mom, Clint? What the fuck did you do?" Your eyes started to fill with tears.

"I tried to stop her, I promise I tried. Though she's always been better at fighting than me, and- and I couldn't stop her." Clint couldn't even bring himself to look at you, "She's dead. I'm sorry."

All you could do was start to sob. You didn't know what to say or do. You felt fucking horrible. The last thing you ever said to your mother was "You suck." You didn't even tell her how much you loved her, and that tore you apart.

You collapsed into Tony's arms and quietly sobbed into his chest.

The death of Natasha was heavy on everybody's shoulders. Everybody was mainly silent, only talking when needed. Nobody spoke to you or Clint; you both looked like you could break down at any moment.

After many long arguments, it was decided Bruce would snap everybody back into existence. When Bruce snapped, you were almost sure he was going to die. It filled your eyes with tears at the thought of losing another loved one today.

"Did it work?" Rocket asked softly.

A loud sound was heard outside the compound, which caused everybody to run outside. Portals started opening one after the other, revealing the once-dead heroes.

"Y/n? Baby, where are you?" Wanda's voice broke through the loud crowd.

Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you, "Y/n?"

You stared at her, not really feeling anything but sadness. "Hi."

"You're so big! What happened? Why are you suddenly so old?"

"You're going to have to sit down for this." You whispered with a sad smile.

You and Wanda sat cross-legged on your bed. Both of your eyes were filled with tears.

"It's been 5 years since Thanos and Natasha is dead?" Wanda asked for the second time, still not really believing it.

You hummed, picking at the skin of your fingertips.

"That's okay, sweetheart. You still have me."

You looked at her with a confused expression, "Excuse me? What about my mom's death is okay?"

"That's not-"

"No, fuck you, honestly. My mom raised me, you were gone all my teenagehood and now you're saying this shit?" You stood up from the bed and moved away from Wanda.

"Honey, please," Wanda begged, realising she massively messed up.

"Firstly, you ruin this family by cheating on mom with a fucking toaster and now you've gone and ruined whatever family this is." You stared daggers into Wanda's eyes.

"Don't you dare call Vision a toaster."

"Mom died to bring you back! She knew how much I missed and needed you so she killed herself in order to help me." Your voice broke, "I wish you stayed dead."

"You don't mean that." She scoffed.

"Get out of my room. I don't even want to look at your face right now."

"Y/n-"

"Get out!" Your eyes flashed to a blinding white colour.

Wanda quickly scurried out of your room with tears rolling down her cheeks.

You flopped down on your bed and started to cry your eyes out. In the span of a couple of hours, you lost every important thing to you. Your mother was killed and Wanda ruined whatever relationship you were willing to build with her with a couple of words.

You had nobody. You were entirely alone.

And it really, really hurt.

fop digimon au do you guys see my vision

Involuntary Skydiving (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello everyone!

I don't have much to say other than you can breathe a sigh of relief because there is no angst in this fic. :) I would like to dedicate this one-shot to my bestie @mionemymind who came up with this idea once during one of our conversations and requested it. I hope it's everything you hoped for bestie! And to everyone else, I sincerely hope you all enjoy!

Summary: The team doesn't know much about your abilities. Well, everyone except your girlfriend, Wanda.

The team was exhausted, the quinjet was in tatters, but everyone was safe and without a single scratch on them. As a matter of fact, everyone seemed to be in good spirts as they as chatted casually on the flight back to the compound. Even Steve, who was fairly reserved for the most part after missions was laughing at a joke Sam made.

Burst of laughter steadily came and went on flight back as everyone decompressed and unwound from the usual stress that came with being an Avenger.

“Alright, Team. We’re about 30 minutes out. Stay away from the back, don’t want any of you falling out without your chutes.” Steve called from the pilot seat before turning back to his conversation with Sam and Natasha, who was leaning against the back of Steve’s chair. Tony and Bruce were in their own conversation. Meanwhile you and Wanda were quietly huddled together towards the back of the jet. As inseparable as ever.

The atmosphere was light and easy for the majority of the trip back to the compound, the volume steady until the pitch shifted ever so slightly. A shift so minuscule that it would have gone undetected by even the most trained ears.

The only one who seemed to notice the slight shift in atmosphere was Natasha as she looked over her shoulder to see Wanda stand, her expression clearly displeased as you followed her up with a small smile on your lips. She was annoyed and you were teasing her. That was clear to see. It didn’t take years of practice as a trained assassin to figure that out.

You both wore your emotions clearly. Too clearly in Natasha’s opinion. She could read you both like a book.

Wanda feigning annoyance while you watched her in amusement wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. In fact, it was a fairly regular occurrence. Natasha had to admit though, it was intriguing to see your dynamics play out before her since you both tended to keep to yourselves most of the time. As the two newest members you were both still enigmas to everyone else.

You especially since you were linked to Wanda’s past but removed from the events in Sokovia. Fury brought you onto the team after the event.

This meant that most interactions the team did get to see from usually fascinated them.

Maybe a big factor of the fascination was founded in the shroud of mystery you were so comfortable in. Each interaction presented itself like pieces of a puzzle that none of them were ever capable of piecing together.

You were such a mystery that the team wasn’t even entirely aware of your abilities. Fury just told them that the information was on a need-to-know basis, and they didn’t need to know. And you certainly weren’t sharing considering how timid you had been since joining the most intimidating team in the world. Most of the time you were either training alone or attached to Wanda's side. There was never a right moment for them to ask.

After a few minutes of silence from Natasha, Steve and Sam’s interest was also drawn as they all quietly watched you seemingly attempted to appease Wanda from something. There was a half-smile on your lips as you placed your hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Steve put the jet on autopilot as they all watched Wanda gesture dramatically towards the front of the quinjet with her hands, her words low but seemingly serious. You stared at her in silence for a moment before emitting an extremely boisterous laugh. Wanda’s face pinched in annoyance, but your laughter didn’t falter in the slightest. Everyone watched with rapt attention, yet both you and Wanda remained oblivious to your audience.

The same audience that watched in horror as red whisps wrapped around Wanda’s fingers before floating over to you and forcing you out of the gaping hole in the back of the quinjet. As soon as you were stuck in a free fall, Wanda took a seat with a look of smug satisfaction.

Steve scrambled to his feet, rushing to the back of the jet as if he didn’t believe his eyes. Much to his horror, when he looked out, he saw you falling steadily further and further down. “Wh-Wanda!” He sputtered in a fear-stricken shout. “Sam!”

Sam nodded through thinly veiled panic, “Already on it!” He leapt out the back of the quinjet as Natasha was hastily putting on one of the parachutes.

Steve marched over to Wanda hoping for a reasonable explanation to what he had just seen. “Wanda! Why?” He shouted. “Can she fly?” That would have been the only logical explanation.

Wanda picked absently at a piece of lint on her jacket. “Nope.” She replied, popping her lips on the p.

After seeing what happened, Tony pressed a button on his watch, the infamous Iron-Man suit making an appearance as he looked wearily out the back to see if Sam had caught you before impact. “What the hell, Maximoff? Why would you do that?” He hissed.

Again, Wanda indifferently picked at her clothes. “She annoyed me.”

“So, your first thought was to throw her out of a plane without a parachute?” Natasha shouted as she finished strapping the parachute to her body, ready to go help Sam in whatever way she could.

Natasha was completely baffled; she never would have pegged Wanda to be so heartless. None of them would have.

“Kid, if I pushed every person that annoyed me out of a plane, I’d be in prison. PRISON.” Tony bit out angrily.

Steve continued the thought. “I thought Y/n was your girlfriend, why would you want to hurt her?” He demanded. “Maybe even worse if Sam couldn’t get to her in time!”

Before Wanda could utter a word, Sam flew back into sight, carrying you back into the jet. Everyone watched in confusion as you leapt out of his arms, laughing all the while.

“All that because you were jealous?” You asked, pushing a hand through your hair as you made your way back over to her.

“I wasn’t jealous.” Wanda replied immediately, her arms crossing in annoyance.

Amusement filled your eyes as you got closer to her. "That was uncalled for." You added, simply.

"That was uncalled for." Wanda mocked under her breath.

As a retort was forming on your lips, you noticed the tense atmosphere in the quinjet which caused your laughter to taper off as you looked around nervously. The attention of the entire team on you made you shrink back slightly. Wanda’s arms uncrossed as she watched you with concern. She knew you weren’t fond of attention, and she felt faintly guilty that she created a situation where the attention was all on you.

Your eyes brushed over to Natasha who was staring back at you with eyes that were wide with concern, over to Tony whose jaw was clenched so tightly you thought his teeth might chip under the force and finally over to Steve whose brows were furrowed in a serious expression.

“W-why is everyone staring at me?” You stuttered nervously. Your expression filled with confusion.

Sam was the one who finally broke the silence, disbelief painted clearly on his features. “Are you serious right now?” He demanded.

“Y/n. Wanda just pushed you out of the quinjet at an elevation of 38,000 feet in the air without a parachute.” Steve said seriously, his tone sharp.

You squinted your eyes slightly. “And?” you questioned, Wanda huffed a quiet laugh, but immediately covered her mouth when she realized it wasn’t the time or place. The sound of her laughter, no matter how short made the tension melt away from your body as you collected yourself and stood up a bit straighter. A small smile now on your lips.

The team all shared confused glances. “How are you being so casual about this?” Natasha questioned as she unhooked one of the straps to her parachute.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” Tony demanded, pressing his wrist again so the suit retracted. “Is this some kind of sick thrill you and witchy need for the bedroom?”

Your jaw clenched slightly at the dismissive nickname Tony labeled on Wanda. “Watch it, Stark.” You hissed. In response the man just raised his hands in surrender. “Did… Did Fury not tell you?” You finally mumbled when the mixed looks of confusion and concern didn’t fade from the team.

“All Fury told us was that any information regarding you was on a need-to-know basis.” Steve replied.

When the confusion didn’t fade from your expression, Wanda leaned forward in her seat. “They think I wanted to hurt you, moya lyubov.” She explained.

You melted at the term of endearment and almost forgot there were other people with you until Sam coughed pointedly. “Oh. Wanda would never hurt me.” The woman smiled at you in silent agreement and again, you almost lost your focus until Tony began tapping his foot impatiently. “Wanda couldn’t hurt me even if she wanted to. None of you could.” You added smugly, proudly wearing a smirk.

“Alright, hot stuff.” Natasha interjected. “We’re going to need more details than that. Some elaboration for why you didn’t mind going on an involuntary skydive.”

You smirked in amusement at her choice of words. “Hot stuff you say, Romanoff?” You teased, a flirtatious tone lacing your words. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Y/n.” Wanda warned sharply.

You raised your hands to feign innocence before continuing. “Right. I’m… how would you say it, love?” you turned towards Wanda for assistance.

She stood up and made her way over to you, her hand resting comfortably on the exposed skin of your arm, a possessive stance. The cold rings on her fingers sent a small shiver down your spine. “Long story short, she’s basically indestructible.”

Bruce finally chimed in, the logical part of him making an effort to understand your powers. “How is that?”

You turned your head slightly to face him and raised an eyebrow in challenge. “I don’t know. Kind of came with the various serums Hydra injected into me against my will.”

“So, you’re basically immortal?” Sam questioned.

“Well... no. I age... And I can die.” Wanda’s grip tightened around your arm in fear, and you quickly rushed forward. “It's just more difficult. My body adapts to attacks though. If I had made impact with the ground, I would have been okay. It just would have been annoying getting back to New York.” You added with a pointed stare.

Wanda merely kissed your cheek in response. “So, when Wanda pushed you out of the jet…” Natasha began.

“I knew she would be okay. Maybe just a little inconvenienced.” Wanda replied with a smile. “I love her too much to cause any real damage.” You flushed at her words.

"I love you too." You mumbled shyly.

The team practically all shook their heads in unison. “Well… Just don’t do it again.” Steve grumbled as he made his way back over to the pilot’s chair.

“We’re going to have to test this out.” Sam said excitedly. Tony rolled his eyes and turned away.

“What did Y/n do to make you throw her out the jet though?” Tony questioned curiously.

Wanda squinted her eyes as your gaze shifted to Natasha and quickly back to Wanda. “She got jealous.” You eventually settled on.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

Sam and Natasha watched in amusement as you both continued to bicker. “Yes, you were.”

“No. I wasn’t.” Wanda hissed, her eyes beginning to glow.

Your eyes widened slightly as you created a safe distance between you both. “O-okay. You weren’t.” Natasha and Sam laughed a final time before leaving you and Wanda to continue your conversation in private.

And just like that everyone settled back into their conversations.

The situation was never really brought up again until months later, on the way to a mission. That was the day that the team quickly learned that there were limits to testing your abilities. Limits to testing Wanda’s love for you. They kind of went hand-in-hand it seemed.

You had been having a discussion with Tony regarding who knows what when suddenly Tony tapped his watch, the Iron-Man suit wrapping around his hand as he blasted you out of the back of the quinjet.

When he turned to meet the wide eyes of the rest of the team, he was laughing. “You know, Maximoff, you’re right. That is kind of therapeutic.”

Wanda’s eyes glowed red as she leapt out of the quinjet without a word. “You’re in trouble.” Natasha mumbled under her breath as she watched the smile immediately fall from Tony’s face.

A moment later, Wanda floated back into the jet with you wrapped safely in her red energy. The team watched as she slowly lowered her hand, as if she was taking every precaution to be gentle with you.

Tony gulped when she spun around to face him, her eyes ablaze. “No one and I mean no one will ever lay a hand on Y/n, but me.” The red whisps around her hands floated over to Tony and roughly pushed him back into the wall of the jet. “Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”

The red glow in her eyes faded as she turned and pulled you into her arms tightly, protectively. “Are you okay?” She mumbled into your neck.

You chuckled and stroked her back soothingly. “I’m fine, my love.” You looked over your shoulder to meet Tony’s eyes. “Though throwing me out of the jet because I said I thought Steve could win in a fight against you was uncalled for.”

In response Tony rolled his eyes and Steve let out a boisterous laugh from his place in the pilot’s seat. “Good call, kid.” He called out.

“Good call, kid.” Tony mocked under his breath before taking a seat off to the side.

Wanda’s arms tightened around you as she looked out at the rest of the team. “I mean it. No one touches her except me.”

Sam whistled lowly. “No more involuntary skydives, got it.”

Wanda turned her head back into your neck to hide her smile and you laughed at the phrasing. “From now on I’d like to skydive on a volunteer basis only.” You mumbled quietly which made the whole team laugh in response.

And that's all folks! Just some light hearted humorous look into an indestructible reader. With some light fluff thrown in for good measure. Hope this made up for "Good For You" haha.

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no because I understand wanda now in multiverse of madness because last night I had a dream I had a pet rat and that rat was fantastically chonky and if I knew that my dreams were a window into another reality I would do anything in my power to have that rat

Intro Post:)

Wanda Maximoff rp account. Anyone is welcome to interact:D

Name: Wanda Maximoff

Pronouns: she/her

keep things sfw

I will not tolerate things like homophobia, transphobia, racism, or otherwise

basically cannon Wanda but we ignore multiverse of madness because that was out of character for everyone and marvel needs better writers (cough looking mostly at you, Endgame)

Friends: Mira (@/mira-of-marvel) (always open for more:) just don’t expect it instantly obviously)

love interest: Vision<3

[this is ooc]

REBLOG THIS IF YOU'RE A MARVEL ROLEPLAY BLOG

This includes Multimuses with Marvel characters! Personal blogs please do not share, this is for roleplay specific blog please and thank you!

Ideally please put muse names and sources (IE. Steve Rogers/616/headcanon) in the tags to help people find characters they want to interact with when looking through the reblogs! OCs welcome to reblog - just specify 'OC' in the tags, maybe something along the lines of 'shield agent', 'Guardian of the Galaxy', 'Mutant', etc. if you'd like to add additional info!

Hm my wanda mum is so busy

sorry? I’m not sure I understand

Wanda I got a letter from HYDRA. I think, you might be interesting in a certain part it mentioned.

— @barnes-jamesbuchanan-official

what is it, Bucky? What happened?

are u and james dating

no— why?

Where is the one they call Vision.

@loki-thanosson

I’m not sure where my vision is from my world. Why?

Eyes Up.

Request: Hi there! I'd love to request a smutty Wanda/Reader fic if you're still open to them. Is mirror sex a kink that you'd be okay writing about?

Summary: Wanda fucks you in front of a mirror, only allowing you to come if you follow the two simple rules she set for you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, mirror sex, mommy kink, fingering, praise, marking, begging, orgasm denial, breast play, one (1) pussy spank, overstimulation.

Word Count: 1.5k

You sat perched on Wanda’s lap, your back flush against her front. Both of your legs dangled down from the edge of the bed where you were both seated, her legs wrapped around your calves keeping you spread open for her. A mirror was placed strategically in front of you so you could watch every little thing Wanda decided to do with you and your body.

Two of Wanda’s fingers pistoned in and out of your pussy as she fucked into you. Your hole dripping with arousal while you struggled to keep your eyes on your reflection as you had been ordered to do. Every time your eyes moved from where they were supposed to be, Wanda would pause all of her movements and would deny you anything until you were looking at your reflection once again. 

Deep purple marks were already scattered along your neck from where Wanda had relentlessly sucked and bit at your most sensitive spots. Your nipples were sore and aching from the amount of times they had been played with and tugged on harshly. Wanda didn’t take it lightly when you disobeyed strict orders. She had already made it easy enough for you by only putting in two rules. They were easy enough for a dumb little thing like you to remember.

Don’t come without permission and keep your eyes on your reflection. 

It was as simple as that. 

Only your shyness made those rules quite hard for you to follow. Seeing Wanda’s bare body along with watching the way her hands toyed with you in any way she wished had made you more flustered than you liked to admit. It was hard for you sometimes to vocalise your needs. It wasn’t always easy to overcome the embarrassment of asking Wanda for such lewd things. But Wanda always loved when you begged for her, that slight blush covering your cheeks as you asked her to please let you come. 

Moans fell freely from your mouth as Wanda played with your body expertly. She knew you better than you did yourself sometimes. With one hand around your waist, securing you down, another finger prodded at your wet hole, determined to stretch you out around her. 

You whined in protest, two of her slender fingers already filling you up to your satisfaction. Wanda tutted. “None of that. Be a good girl and take what you're given.”

Disregarding your whines, Wanda slid in a third finger, your tight pussy clamping down on her. Wanda groaned from behind you at the feeling of you sucking her in. She slowed her movements, allowing you some time to adjust to the stretch. You writhed on her lap, feeling incredibly full. 

Your eyes zeroed in on the reflection in front of you of her fingers, soaked in your arousal, sliding in and out of your dripping hole. Wanda smirked and picked up her place slightly causing you to mewl and buck your hips up into her palm. It felt too good, borderline being too much for you. 

You sat panting on her lap, moans and whines spewing from your mouth as she fucked you deep. You shut your eyes tightly being on the verge of coming, lost in the pleasure she was providing you with. A mixture of moans and whines escaped from your mouth, desperate for her to let you fall over the edge.

But then, suddenly everything stopped. A gasp escaped you and your eyes immediately shot back open, only to be met with the reflection of Wanda's hash glare. You knew what you did wrong. She didn't have to tell you that. 

“No, please, I'm sorry mommy. I was so close, please.” You begged her, your voice coming out more whiny than you had intended. Of course you were desperate for her. 

“I told you darling.” She grasped your chin, forcing you to look ahead so your eyes were where they were supposed to be. “Don't you dare look away this time. Do you understand me? And I better hear you begging for it. You know I love hearing you beg so prettily for me.”

“Yes mommy.” You replied obediently, nodding dumbly to her command. You made sure to keep your eyes fixed on your reflection.

She prodded at your hole once more, slick fingers entering you and curling up inside you, hitting that sweet, spongy spot of yours that made you see stars. The coil in your lower stomach was tightening again, your need for release growing with each passing second. You felt like you were going to go crazy if she denied you again. 

She kept up her rigorous pace, bringing you closer and closer to your impending orgasm with each curl of her skilled fingers. You were moaning and squirming in her hold, murmurs of how good Wanda was making you feel escaping you.

A smirk rose on Wanda’s face as she hit your g-spot repeatedly, sending your mind into a frenzy. It felt almost tortuous but you didn’t want it to stop. She watched as your face scrunched up in pleasure. She drank up the sight of you in front of her, all desperate for her and begging so prettily. She would never get enough of it. 

Her eyes watched yours intently as she brought you closer to the edge. Maybe if you had been watching her closer, you would’ve known she’d catch you out. Your head fell back down onto her shoulder, eyes casted down to the floor, your body ready to let go.

She slid out, her hand came up and landed a firm spank on your pussy. 

You whimpered, tears glossing your eyes at the sting paired with the feeling of being denied. You squirmed helplessly on her lap, needing nothing more than your release. “Please mommy, I need it.” You all but cried out. Your wide doe eyes stared at Wandas through the mirror, hoping she’ll have mercy on you and give you what you want. 

“Eyes up.” Wanda growled into your ear. She was losing her patience with you. One more mistake and she had no problem leaving you all desperate and needy if you couldn't follow two simple rules. 

Forcing your head back up, you maintained eye contact with your girlfriend. Her thumb toyed with your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto it while her fingers pistoned in and out of you repeatedly. 

It didn’t take long until you were at the edge again. Being worked up over and over again had made you sensitive to every little touch. You clamped down on her fingers, making eye contact with Wanda through the mirror. “Please mommy, please can I come? Please, please.” You begged her.

Wanda couldn’t help but grin at the state you were in. “That’s my good girl. Come for mommy, darling. Let me watch you fall apart.”

As difficult as it was for you, you made sure your eyes remained on hers as you fell apart under her skilled touches. Wanda felt pride swell in her seeing you following her instructions. “There we go, good girl. Just like that.” Wanda’s movements inside you didn’t cease just yet. “So beautiful. You’re my pretty little girl, aren’t you?” 

Her words barely reached you through the fuzz taking over your mind as you surrendered to the feeling of letting go. Wanda coached you through your orgasm, praising you while her fingers still worked in and out of you. A crease formed between your brows as she continued her ministrations on you, your arousal still leaking onto the bed, forming a small puddle. 

You squirmed in her hold. You were already sensitive enough but Wanda didn’t show any signs of letting up, three fingers still roughly pistoning in and out of your sopping pussy. Wanda shushed your whines, leaning in to kiss down your jawline. “Be a good girl and take what mommy gives you, okay baby?”

One hand glided up your body, finding home at your tits. Her index finger circled around your areola before coming to pinch your nipple harshly between her thumb and index finger. The sudden twinge of pain pushing you over the edge once again with a high pitched moan. 

You convulsed in her lap, your nerves practically setting to flames as you came around her fingers for the second time. The noises coming from your pussy were downright embarrassing for you to hear. Wanda's hand was now soaked in your arousal, the small puddle now growing underneath you. 

You whined, grasping onto the bed sheets tightly, your hips rolling as you struggled to form a coherent sentence. Wanda continued fucking into you, her pace relentless. Words babbled out from your mouth, a mixture of curse words and pleads as you battled internally to decide whether you wanted more or needed a break. You didn’t actually know what you were begging her for. 

“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” Wanda asked, whispering right into your ear. “I’m only giving you what you asked for, baby.” There was a sly grin on her face as she continued to play with you. She didn’t intend on stopping until you were an incoherent, fuzzy mess on her lap. Just how she liked you.

Timmy from The Fairly Odd Parents was SO powerful.

Like he’s out her wishing for like a good birthday party when he could easily be like

“I wish for non world hunger”

Or

“I wish that the economy was stable”

Or like,

“I wish people could actually live off of minimal wages”

But NO he wants a party with Transformers.

In conclusion Timmy is stupid as heck.

Thank you everyone who suggested a character! I really enjoyed making these! :)

Is it just me or do Wanda’s twin boys each look like the younger versions of both Quicksilvers?

And then, the X-Men universe Quicksilver shows up outta nowhere...???

This is how you say...suspicious...

“ I’ve been dreaming every night the same dream. Every morning, the same nightmare. ”

— Wanda Maximoff

“ I just feel you. ”

– Wanda Maximoff

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Guys check out this story about Tommy Turner on fanfiction by chachingmel123

Story Summary

Getting reborn into a world where most adults are morons and your own parents keep forgetting they even had kids. The newly named Tommy Turner know he wouldn't last five years with these people. It turns out he was sadly right, at least he got two fairy odd parent out of all this.

I imagined Tommy look like this

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But like Agnes is totally sus, am I right? So is her mentioning her NEVER SEEN husband "Ralph". Wouldn't it be funny if the other sus character Mr. Dick himself, Director Hayward was "Ralph".

Westview’s therapist is about to be making bank.