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[aparticularbandit]

Lilia knew that he would become Billy Maximoff.

Lilia knew and she saw and she knew and she put that sigil to protect him.

(Who protected Tommy.)

Lilia do you realize that maybe if Wanda had been able to find him she wouldn't have felt the need to EVERYTHING IN DSMOM

[my-ny]

Marvel + text posts

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (24)- Hair Pulling

Scarlet Witch X Reader 18+

Summary: Waking up in her variant's body, Wanda has one thought on her mind. Find her family. What happens when she discovers that in this reality she has a wife not a husband.

Warnings/Tags: Scarlet Witch, Dream walking, Fingering, Oral, Strap-Ons, Rough Sex, Light Angst

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Opening her eyes, the red slowly faded back to green while she took in her surroundings, the unfamiliar room catching her interest. Wanda noticed she was now in a bed, soft and gentle breaths coming from the person behind as she moved to sit up right. Her fingers didn’t hold the corruption of the darkhold in this variant, her fingertips free from the black and darkness that stained her hands. Magic still coursed through her body though, bringing a smile to her lips as she tried to get up.

A pair of arms wrapped around her middle, the witch now only noticing how she was in nothing, the only thing covering her body being the thin sheet that covered the bed. A pair of lips pressed a soft kiss at the base of her neck, travelling further up the skin till their teeth nibbled on her ear lobe, hands tightening their grip around her middle.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?” you rasped out at the shell of her ear, your bare front now flush against her back.

Wanda’s mind practically froze as you continued to press your lips against her skin, her body warming up at the feeling. Her variant was with a woman? Where was Vision? The boys? The darkhold-

“Come on love, I’m sure I could persuade you to stay,” you tease while moving your hand lower on her stomach, Wanda tensing at the touch, trying to ignore the heat building in between her legs. She was here to find her husband and twins, not to fuck whoever was currently in her bed.

“I have to go,” she mutters, turning around to see you, breath hitching slightly at the sight of you. You were the most beautiful woman she had ever seen; your body now being raked over by her green eyes that darkened with every second she looked at you, your hands cupping her jaw and angling her head to look into your eyes.

Maybe staying for a little bit wouldn't be such a bad thing.

“Do you?” you murmur, leaning forward slowly and claiming her lips. The kiss was intimate and passionate, something Wanda has craved to feel for so long. You moan when she kisses back hungrily, guiding you onto your back as you smile into the kiss, your fingers threading through her brunette locks and keeping her head close. “I think you could stay a little longer,” you mutter, her hands drifting down your body experimentally.

“I think I could too,” she whispers in response, her fingers now at your hip bone. Maybe it was wrong to enjoy the love and affection you were giving her, pretending for the moment that you were hers and not her variants. “What do you want, Detka?” the low rasp of her voice, accent delicately wrapping around her words making your eyes darken with lust.

“You,” the tone of your voice a breathy sigh as you let your head loll back against the soft mattress, Wanda busying herself with kissing your neck, teeth scraping the juncture of your neck sending a shiver down your spine. Your words make her groan against your skin, moving to kiss the top of your breasts while looking up at you, pure desire swirling in her eyes. “I need you to touch me,” your fingers softly scratch at her scalp, “Fuck me however you want to, just use me love.”

Your words awaken something primal in Wanda, moving up to crash her lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating it while her fingers swipe through your folds. Both of you moan at the feeling, her amazed at the abundance of arousal now coating her fingers while you moan at the way her fingers draw circles on your clit perfectly.

“Fuck,” you groan against her lips when she slides a long slender digit inside you, curling it perfectly against your velvety walls to have you squirming under her.

“You like that Detka?” she taunts, repeating the action and hitting the spots that make you see stars, pleasure clouding your mind. “Of course you do, you’re just a little slut for me, aren’t you?” A sinful noise escapes you as she increases the pace of her fingers, pumping them in and out of you brutally.

“Yes,” you sigh out, back arching when she slides another digit into you, stretching you out. Your hands move to her back, nails digging into the skin as she crawls down your body, littering it in open mouthed kisses until she reaches your core. Her hot breath fans over you, teasingly kissing around your thighs to have you whimpering under her. “Please,” she licks a stripe up your core, groaning at the taste of you, the addictive sounds pouring out of your mouth encouraging her as she continues to thrust her fingers into you, tongue now swirling around your clit, mouth occasionally sucking on it making you buck against her face. “Oh god Wanda,” your hands move to clutch the sheets next to you, knuckles bleeding white as she eats you out like she’s starved. “I’m going to come,” Wanda merely groans into your dripping core at your words, sending you over the edge as you scream her name, legs trembling around her head as you clamp your thighs around her, rutting against her face to ride your orgasm out.

“Detka,” she moans out when you release her, your arousal now coating the lower part of her face as she moves away from your core. Her eyes gaze down at you, her want and need for you not fulfilled yet. “Turn over,” her voice dropping an octave, you instantly rolling onto your stomach and moaning as you feel a strap on pressing into your ass. You look back to see her magic fading around the conjured-up toy, her kneeling behind you as she teases the tip at your entrance.

“Are you going to take this like a good girl?” she husks out, pushing her hips into you making an unabashed moan reverberate around the room from you. The feeling of the false cock hitting even deeper inside you, Wanda pounding into you from behind makes your brain cloud with the thought of her. One of her hands goes to your hair, bunching it into a makeshift ponytail and pulling on your hair, your head craning back as her hips snap into you.

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” you moan out, hands grasping at the sheets in front of you for support as she relentlessly thrusts into you. A grunt leaves her lips as she continues to snap her hips into you so hard the whole bed is shaking and smacking against the wall with each thrust. Your body writhes under hers as she drills into you with no mercy, desperate to make you numb with pleasure.

“Look at you stretched out and trembling around me,” she husks out between especially hard thrusts before looking down to see the toy being swallowed up by your needy cunt and groans at the sight. “Taking me so well.”

“Please,” you whimper out, Wanda never wanting to forget the way you sound when she’s fucking you like this. Her other hand moves to press her thumb firmly against your clit, your body squirming at her touch. She tugs on your hair again causing a lewd noise to be ripped from the back of your throat, her thumb never easing up from circling your clit. “Please can I come?” you whimper out, body buzzing with pleasure.

“Come for me,” she pants out, keeping up her pace of pounding into you mercilessly. A scream leaves your lips as you tense, pussy spasming around the toy as her name falls from your lips like a prayer, Wanda slowing down to help you with your aftershocks and not overstimulate you. “Good girl,” she murmurs, moving down to interlock her fingers with yours as she kisses along your back.

When you’re ready, she pulls out of you, magic dissipating the toy away and moving to cradle you in her arms, your face instinctively going to the crook of her neck.

“I love you,” you whisper, making the witch tense.

“I..” your finger moves to press against her lips to quieten her, not wanting her to say it back.

“Shush love,” You pull away from her neck to look her in the eyes, a hand cupping her jaw, “I don’t need you to say it back, I just want you to know I love you, in every universe.” Her brows furrow as she looks at you, tears forming in her eyes at the care and love in yours.

“How did you know?” she whispers, you just smiling softly at her before pressing your forehead to hers, letting her enjoy the intimate moment.

“My Wanda would never fuck me like that,” you tease, “She’s scared I’ll break, but it’s ok because I love the way she makes me feel. I love the way any of you make me feel.” You let her move to your neck, basking in the warmth there as tears threaten to spill, arms snaking around your middle and holding you as close as possible, desperate to feel anything but the pain of her reality.

[it-meant-nothing]

X-Men Days of Future Past (2014) & Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (2022)

Asking the Maximoff twins for help but only one of them will actually help you while the other will try to destroy the multiverse.

Peter “hey I didn’t do anything” Maximoff vs Wanda “okay I might have done something” Maximoff

[derpyskittlezz]

I cannot wait to see one of the coolest mcu characters..MS CLEA ORINI!!!

Watch the whole video cus I did something cool at the end that I sadly had an epiphany about until AFTER I saved the edit 20 times.. but yes.

[gfmaximoff]

America: ARE YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: KIDDING ME YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: IDIOT?!?

Wanda: …What is going on?

Wong: Stephen banned America from swearing so I’m helping her out.

[youronebraincell]

Suit yourself

Captain Carter x Fem!SHIELD worker

Warning: established workplace relationship, teasing, fluff and humor, no angst

Word count: 1065

You’re assigned with making your girlfriend’s new suit. Her original one is ‘outdated’

You’re trying, genuinely trying, to be professional.

There’s a work-issued tablet in your hand, fabric swatches spread across the table and a highly detailed schematic of a new combat-ready suit projected midair in front of you. This is real work. SHIELD-level, world-saving work.

You even skipped lunch for this. Unfortunately, your girlfriend is not taking it nearly as seriously.

Peggy Carter, Captain Carter, technically, although you’re the only one who calls her Peggy to her face and lives to tell the tale (aside from a certain redheaded ex-assassin), is currently standing on your platform wearing a glittery Union Jack cape that looks like it was stolen from a pageant contestant. And not even a good one.

“I think this one says leader” Peggy declares with faux-earnestness, spreading her arms out dramatically like she’s about to levitate.

You glance up.

The cape is sparkly. Her smirk is worse.

“Peggy”

“Yes, darling?”

“Why are you like this?”

She shrugs innocently. “Because you get that little crease between your eyebrows when you’re focused. It’s adorable. I’m helping”

You squint at her. “You’re helping the way a cat helps with a puzzle by sitting on it”

“Oh, you love it” The taller woman says breezily while stepping down from the platform with the kind of grace that only people enhanced by super-soldier serum can manage. The cape flutters behind her like a flag waving surrender.

“I’m removing glitter privileges” You mutter, swiping her ridiculous hologram aside and pulling up the real prototype.

“Unwise” Peggy teases, walking behind you and resting her chin on your head. “You gave me full creative input, remember?”

“I gave you the illusion of creative input. Like those toy steering wheels you give toddlers in the back seat”

“Ouch”

“If you had your way, you’d be in a trench coat and a pair of brass knuckles”

“Well, trench coats are classic”

“Trench coats don’t deflect plasma fire, Peggy”

She hums in acknowledgment and runs a hand over the table, stopping at a dark blue mesh swatch with embedded armor threading. “This one’s nice. It feels solid”

You pause. Real feedback? From Captain Distracted by Biscuits?

Then, just as you’re about to praise her progress, she adds, “But can we put a tiny snack pocket inside the sleeve? You know, for emergencies?”

And there she goes again.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yes, fine. Emergency biscuit storage. Anything else you need, Your Majesty? Maybe a teapot holster?”

She gasps like you’ve read her mind. “That would be brilliant, actually”

“I was joking”

“I wasn’t”

You’re not sure whether to laugh or cry, but the smile that creeps across your face makes the decision for you. You glance at her sideways. She’s already looking at you, grin softening into something warmer.

“I want this one to feel like me,” Peggy says quietly, more serious now. “Not just the flag and the shield and all that. Me. You know?”

You nod. You know exactly what she means.

After everything, being pulled from her universe, from her time, from her life, Peggy’s had to carry more than just a shield. She’s carried the weight of identity, of belonging, of always performing the role people expect her to be.

But here, in your tiny corner of SHIELD HQ filled with fabric bolts and body scan holos, she can be a little selfish. A little silly. A little herself.

“You want something functional,” You say softly, “but still you. Durable, versatile, not too flashy, but bold enough to make a statement. Something classic but modern. Strong, clean lines. No nonsense”

“Exactly” She says, leaning in with a smile. “You always get it right, darling”

You give her a crooked smile and wave your hand at the floating projection. “Then no capes”

Peggy points a finger at you like you’re preaching gospel. “Absolutely no capes”

You blink. “You.. agree with me?”

“I’ve read the incident reports,” She says solemnly. “Jet turbines, elevator shafts, automatic doors.. It’s a deathwish. And I’ve seen The Incredibles”

You bark a laugh. “You did not just reference a Pixar movie during a uniform design consultation” You grin and shake your head, scrolling through more design elements. “Okay. So we ditch the cape, keep the classic Union Jack motif, but tone it down to a darker blue base with reinforced paneling. We’ll embed a kinetic energy dispersal mesh in the torso, flex-weave in the joints, stealth coating on the gloves”

Peggy whistles low. “You talk nerdy to me like that and I’m going to have to kiss you”

“Promises, promises” You murmur, distracted by adjusting the collar details in the hologram. “Also, reinforced knees for all the times you jump out of things you shouldn’t be jumping out of”

“One rooftop and you never let me live it down”

“You didn’t even check the landing”

“I was checking. With my feet”

You snort, setting the tablet down and tucking your hair behind your ear. “Okay, I think we’re close. Let me render the mockup. Want to see it?”

She nods, then grabs the back of your chair and spins you to face her. “Only if I get to model it first”

“Oh, so now you’re suddenly interested in cooperating?”

“I’ve always been interested. I just like watching you work more than wearing skin tight fabric in front of people”

“You literally led an airborne assault team in spandex”

“Yes, but you weren’t there to make me blush about it”

You look up at her, your heart doing a little somersault. For all her teasing, there’s something genuine in her gaze now, affection, admiration, trust. It always catches you off guard a little. Like you’re not entirely sure what you did to deserve being the soft part of Captain Carter’s world.

“I’ll print the suit tomorrow” You say quietly, almost like a promise. “You’ll look amazing”

She leans in, just close enough for your noses to bump, and murmurs, “I already do”

You roll your eyes. “You are so full of yourself”

“I’m full of biscuits. And love. Mostly love”

Before you can make another sarcastic retort, Peggy kisses you, soft and lingering, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

For the first time that afternoon, you forget about deadlines, suits, and specifications.

You remember, instead, that even superheroes need someone to hold the measuring tape. And maybe to sneak them snacks between missions.

[ilovelizzie0lsen]

Elizabeth Olsen as 838-Wanda

🎥: Doctor Strange in the Multiverse Of Madness (2022)