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Since your requests are open do you have any rules

My only rules are

1. I only write female reader

2. I don't write about male characters x reader

3. I don't write SA, pedophilia or incest or things of that nature.

4. I need an idea for the plot. Not just "I want Character x reader'

That's abt it tbh 🤷‍♀️

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Hi(gh) pt.3 - Milf! Wanda Maximoff x Stoner! Reader

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Word Count: 2853

Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Also, Not Proofread 💅

Masterlist

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

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The morning light shimmered through the cracks of the black out curtains, reflecting off the snow and effectively blinding Y/n awake. Letting out a groan, Y/n stretches, relishing in the softness of the comforter and silk sheets. So much nicer in comparison to the linens she had back at her dorm. The scent of cinnamon rolls pulling her from the soft mattress, she grabs her hoodie from the foot of the bed and pulls it on. Yawning as she makes her way down the stairs, the wooden floors cold against her bare feet. In the kitchen, Wanda was leaning on the island counter. She was scrolling through her phone as she waited for the timer to go off. Y/n takes a step closer, the floorboard creaking beneath her weight. Wanda turns at the sound, a soft smile gracing her lips. “G’morning, sleepyhead. I made coffee if you want some,” She nods her head towards the coffee pot. Y/n gives a sleepy nod, making her way to the cupboard to grab a mug.

“Where are the boys?” Y/n asks, pouring herself a mug. Wanda hums and approaches behind her, wrapping her arms around the younger woman’s waist. “I thought they told you, they were going out for breakfast with their dad today.” Wanda informs, resting her chin on Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n blushes as butterflies fill her stomach at the feeling of Wanda’s touch and the warmth that radiates from her. “So, about last night,” Y/n shifts around to face the older woman, abandoning her coffee mug temporarily. Wanda raises her hand to caress the younger woman’s cheek. “What… What do you feel about it?” Y/n asks, her blush growing as she struggles to meet the woman’s encapturing eyes.

Wanda’s smile grows, “I wanted to and I liked it, if that’s what you’re asking.” She hums, gently tilting the younger woman’s chin so their eyes can meet properly. Y/n blushes at the older woman’s words and the genuinity in her gaze. Leaning into her touch and placing her hand over Wanda’s. “What do you want to do from here?” Y/n asks, her free hand finding Wanda’s waist.

Wanda blushes, leaning in closer. “Well, I’d like to kiss you again, sober this time.” She whispers, her nose gently bumping Y/n’s. Her breath ghosting over the younger woman’s lips, causing her to shudder. Y/n’s eyes fall to Wanda’s lips, not a second later, she’s kissing her. Y/n’s arms wrap around her waist to pull her closer. It was like fireworks were going off in her stomach, her heart beating faster than ever. The soft plush of Wanda’s lips against hers, the gentle caress of her delicate hand along Y/n’s cheek, it only fortified the feelings she had begun developing. Wanda’s free hand gently strokes loose strands of hair out of Y/n’s face as they part lips. Wanda smiled as she gazed down at Y/n, the younger woman’s cheeks flushed red and a bashful grin grew on her face. “How do you feel?” Wanda whispers, gazing into Y/n’s eyes searching for any conflict or hesitance. Y/n laughs a bit, cheeks still flushed as she looks at the woman enamored. “I think ‘m gonna need another to say for certain,” Y/n hums playfully, tightening her arms around Wanda’s waist to bring her closer. Wanda giggles, cupping Y/n’s cheek to give her another small peck on the lips.

“If you’re feeling up to it, I do have something planned for us while the boys are gone.” Wanda smiles, her thumb softly stroking Y/n’s cheek. Y/n looks up at her confused and curious, “What are we doing?” She asks, looking up at Wanda for an answer. She couldn’t help but hope they were going to go to the store so she could pick up some more Monsters for her stay.

“Well last night, it really bugged me that you didn’t have a coat on. I don’t want you getting sick, so we’re gonna go to the mall, get you a nice jacket to keep you warm, a new hat too.” Wanda hums, stroking Y/n’s cheek. Her mind wandering back to the memory of Y/n shivering as they held each other on the back patio. Surely that worn out sweater she adorned wasn’t warm enough for the weather. It was freezing out and Wanda could barely go outside without multiple layers, she couldn’t fathom how Y/n did it. “It’s okay, I don’t need anything ‘m good,” Y/n tries to reassure, already feeling guilty. She felt like a douche, she showed up to the Maximoff household unexpected, got caught smoking weed in the house, and now Wanda is trying to buy her a jacket and hat. Not only that, the thought of going into a busy public mall didn’t sound like a good time to Y/n. Sounded more overwhelming and overstimulating than anything especially with holidays around the corner. If they were gonna go anywhere, Y/n would want to be stoned first.

“Don’t try that with me.” Wanda quirks a brow, giving a stern look at Y/n to assert there wasn’t a way for her to get out of this. “You need something warmer, honey. It’s either you go with me or I pick you out the most hideous jacket and hat I can find. I’ll make you wear them all break.” Wanda playfully threatens, stroking Y/n’s hair. Enjoying the soft feel of it running through her fingers. Y/n blushes and can’t help but crack a small smile at the nickname. Normally she wasn’t a fan of them, but something about the way Wanda said it, it made her heart happy. “Alright. Let’s finish off breakfast, then I’ll go shower and get ready.” Y/n agrees, kissing Wanda’s cheek, making the woman blush at the gesture. Y/n grabs her mug of coffee from the counter, taking a sip before intertwining her fingers with Wanda’s, guiding her over to the chairs at the island counter. Unable to help the grin on her face. Something about the way their hands fit together, it felt right. Usually, Y/n wasn’t a touchy feely person, she’d keep her distance from others, their touch making her skin crawl. But Wanda’s hand felt like it was made just to fit in hers. Their fingers laced together perfectly, in a way that made Y/n feel complete, made her feel right, lighter.

“You better eat one of those cinnamon rolls, or I’ll smash one in your face,” Wanda muses, her chin rested in her free palm as she gazes at the woman beside her. Y/n playfully rolls her eyes, grabbing one from the plate in front of her and taking a bite. Humming in delight at Wanda’s tremendous baking skills. “Is this your way of keepin’ me? Cause it’s workin’.” Y/n jokes between bites. Wanda chuckles, wiping a bit of icing off Y/n’s cheek, licking the remainder off her thumb.

“Maybe. You are a bit of cutie, think I'd like to keep you around a while.” Wanda teases, making Y/n blush. Y/n finishes off the cinnamon roll, wiping her hands off with a paper towel. “Takes one to know one,” Y/n muses back, cracking a smile as she meets the green eyes that gazed at her. Wanda rolls her eyes, biting her lip for a moment, unable to resist the urge to kiss her. “Get your cute butt upstairs and get ready.” Wanda muses as they part, playfully pokes the younger woman’s side. Y/n jumps at the poke, giggling a bit as she gets up off the chair. Making her way back upstairs to get ready as told. Nearly tripping up the first two steps, making Wanda chuckle in amusement.

Wanda smiled adoringly as she watched Y/n walk up the rest of the way. This winter break was gonna be a good one. Especially now that she knew her previous judgement of the woman was wrong. She was falling for this girl. But a few issues raised with that. Wanda knew they had to keep this hidden from the boys, and she could sense Y/n knew it too. But with each kiss they shared, it proved again just how much the secrecy was worth it. Wanda hadn’t felt butterflies in her stomach from someone in a long time. After her and Vision split up, Wanda didn’t endeavor into the dating scene. She wanted to wait until the boys were old enough to understand better. But even then, she didn’t meet too many people she felt a spark with. Yes, a few flings here and there, but nothing concrete. But the way Y/n made her feel, it ignited a fire that she thought long went out. Made her feel young, albeit she berated herself. It made her feel desperate, longing for a woman much younger than herself. She knew it wasn’t like she was going around banging college girls, this is different. Y/n was different. She could barely kiss Wanda without burning red at the action. It was such a sweet and innocent reaction, endearing if anything. It made her heart speed up, knowing she could produce such a reaction from Y/n. It proved she wasn’t alone in her feelings. Wanda had given up so much to marry Vision, to raise her boys. Maybe it was time to give into a guilty pleasure she wanted the most. She didn’t want to upset the boys by dating their friend- she shouldn’t get ahead of herself, they aren’t dating yet. They’ve barely kissed, she shouldn’t rush it. She’ll talk to the boys if and when they ever cross that bridge.

Wanda shakes her head to rid the thoughts that ran rampant. She sets her own coffee mug aside, heading upstairs to change into something more fitting for a public outting. When she enters her room, she shivers, feeling a cold breeze in the room despite her windows being shut and the heat turned up. But then her gaze flickers to the bathroom door, or more so the light that illuminated from the crack under it. “Y/n, better not be smoking in that bathroom again-” Wanda opens the bathroom door, turning bright red at the sight. Y/n was only in a sports bra and boxers, revealing tattoos and piercings she wasn't aware of. The shower heating up, and the window cracked open to get rid of the steam. Y/n flushes in embarrassment at forgetting to lock the door. “‘I’m not! I promise!” Y/n shakes her head nervously, lifting her hands to show she doesn’t even have a joint on her. Wanda can’t help but crack a smile at the honest plea. “Sorry, honey. The window was open, just reminded me of last time,” She chuckles, unable to help the way she checks out the woman. Turning pink at her own action. “Are we savin’ water today?” Y/n jokes, still red and unable to meet Wanda’s gaze. Wanda blushes at the idea, her imagination already running crazy at the insinuation.

“If you’re good at the mall, I’ll think about it.” Wanda teases, making her way out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Y/n blushes at Wanda’s words, flustered at the premise. Quickly going back to undressing to hop into the shower. Wanda was leaning back against the door to calm down her racing heart. Closing her eyes as the image replays in her mind. God she felt like a teenager again. Could barely see her undressed without turning bright red. Y/n couldn't even meet her gaze, blushing deeply at being seen. Her mind imagining what could’ve happened in that shower, had she said yes. Or how shy Y/n would be with Wanda between her thighs- She shakes her head, trying to ignore the thoughts that brought heat between her thighs.

She makes her way towards her closet, grabbing out a warm Christmas sweater and a grey long sleeve to change into. Collecting jeans and new undergarments from her dresser drawers. She changes into fresh clothes before making her way to sit in front of her vanity, fixing up her makeup and hair for the outting. Maybe she was outdoing herself a little for a simple mall run, but she couldn’t help it. Y/n made her wanna dress up and look all pretty, to get her attention and feel her eyes on her. It was an amazing feeling, one she was beginning to get an addiction to. Soon, she finishes up, making her way out of her bedroom before going to the guest room to knock. Wanting to see if Y/n was ready yet. “Come in,” Y/n calls out, fixing up her hair as she stared into the mirror. She was wearing cargo pants, a long sleeve shirt, and her ragged sweater.

“You ready to go, Y/n?” Wanda hums, leaning against the door frame with a small smile at the domestic sight. Y/n finished off tying her hair back, throwing her winter hat on. “Yes, ma’am.” Y/n nods with a thumbs up, making Wanda playfully shake her head. “C’mon, dork.” Wanda nods her head to the door. Y/n stops at her backpack, grabbing out a joint. “Can I smoke before we go or is being banished to the treehouse still in question?” Y/n asks, cracking a small smile. Wanda rolls her eyes playfully, “It’s a no. C’mon, I wanna spend a day with you sober. When we get home after, you have the go ahead.” Wanda hums, gently taking the joint from Y/n to set on the dresser. She intertwines their fingers, dragging Y/n downstairs before she had the chance to snag up another smoke. “But the mall is torture, it would make me feel a little less like I’m dying.” Y/n overdramatically groans. Wanda stops by the front door to step into her boots. Putting her coat on to save herself from the freezing weather outside. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. Remember what I told you if you were good?” Wanda teases, trying to entice Y/n. Y/n eyes widen a bit and her eyebrows go up, “You were bein’ for real?” Y/n asks, a little bit more eager to behave herself. Wanda chuckles at the look on her face, playfully shaking her head. “Let’s go,” She hums, reaching for the zipper on Y/n’s sweater to zip it up for her. Gently grabbing the edges of her hood to pull it over Y/n’s hat, wanting the woman to be as warm as possible until they got a jacket for her. She grabs her purse and keys, opening the door for Y/n.

They walk out of the house, heading to Wanda’s car that sat parked in the garage. As they climb in and buckle up. Y/n’s mind filled with anxities about the mall, the busy bustling place, filled with crowds of people that were stocking up on last minute gifts for their loved ones. The utter chaos was not something Y/n was looking forward to. But if Wanda was there, she could force herself to endure it. It meant spending more time with the woman and making her happy by letting her follow through on the plans she made. Wanda started up the car, pulling out of the driveway. Y/n took a deep breath, wishing it was of a funkier smoke rather than air. Wanda’s free hand finds Y/n's, gently taking intertwining their fingers, her thumb softly rubbing the back of her hand. She glanced up at Wanda, finding that warm smile that made her feel at ease. “Just a jacket and hat and we’ll get out of there. I promise.” Wanda nods, sensing the way Y/n’s vibe had shifted. The promise eased some of the anxiety that ate away at Y/n’s chest. It was strange to think about. This was the woman Y/n had found so intimidating, comforting her in a way that weed couldn’t. It made her fall for the woman even harder, the way she could make her feel lighter and happier with such ease. “Can we get pretzels on the way out?” Y/n pipes up after a moment of silence, making Wanda smile. “Yes, I’ll get you pretzels.” She chuckles, kissing the back of Y/n’s hand. Y/n cracks a smile, blushing a bit at the sweet gesture. “Makin’ me feel all spoiled today,” Y/n muses, a little excited at the fact Wanda agreed. Wanda playfully shook her head, “Mmm no, consider this more a consolation gift for when I win against you, Tommy and Billy in Mario Kart tonight.” She jokes, offering an amused grin. Y/n playfully squints at the woman, “Oh you wish.” They both giggle, falling into a comfortable silence as they appreciate the other’s presence. The radio offering soft music for the rest of the drive.

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Author's Note: I apologize for the long wait, I have the immune system of a victorian child and I've been working long shifts. 🙏

Side note: I apologize for not tagging you guys on pt.2, I forgot 😔

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What I want (pt.1) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Prompt: After losing the love of her life in the Battle of Earth, Wanda searches the Darkhold for a way to get her wife back. Finally after years of searching, she puts her plan into action.

Word Count: 1944

As always, not proofread💅

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pt.1 pt.2?

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Steam fogged the mirror of the bathroom, a muggy feeling in the cold room. The grating creak of the faucet as Wanda turns the shower off is the only sound heard. She lets out a soft sigh, straightening out her back as she rings the water out of the ends of her hair. The rings of the shower curtain rippling as she pulls it aside to step out and wrap herself in a soft white towel. Her skin rising with goosebumps as the cold air settles against her. She grabs a nearby washcloth, using it to wipe the steam off the mirror to get a better look at herself.

Setting the worn washcloth aside, she looks back up into the mirror. Her green eyes meeting her reflection. A strange sense of unease settled over her as she inspected her face, leaning closer. Her soft pink lips stretched in a thin line, her brow slightly furrowed in confusion. That’s when her green eyes met the ones in the mirror, the uncanny feeling becoming more apparent. She hesitantly lifts a hand up to trace the lines on her face, her reflection matching the action. She tilts her head to the side, squinting as she closely examines herself. She reaches her hand out to touch the glass of the mirror, but instead of the cold humid surface, she felt a warm hand intertwine with her own. Her eyes widen as the hand comes throught the mirror, the tips of the fingers an inky shade of black. The agast look on her face didn’t match the one in the mirror, in place was a menacing smirk and manic green eyes. The reflected version of herself climbs up the counter and contorts herself through the mirror, cracking and twisting bones to fit through. Wanda lets out a scream of horror, her hand still gripped by the dark clawed one. She yanks, trying to pull back. But the reflected version of herself, slithers to her feet on the tile floor. Grabbing Wanda by her waist and yanking her back into her clutches.

The bathroom door starts to bang and jitter, the silver doorknob bobbing helplessly with the lock in the way. “Wanda! Is everything alright?” Y/n yells, banging on the door, desperately trying to get it open, worried for her wife. Wanda can’t reply, the reflected version of her pinning her against the counter, a clawed hand over her mouth, preventing any sound. Her green eyes tear up as they look up to meet the dark version of herself. A manic look of determination in her eyes, and a grin that held all the confidence in the world.

“Just fine, dear.” The dark Wanda replies calmly, smirking down at the helpless woman pinned beneath her. “I’ll be out in a minute.” Wanda lets out muffled screams against the woman’s palm, desperately trying to free herself, her powers flickering hopelessly but not fully forming, leaving her helpless. The dark Wanda lifts the woman with her powers, angry dancing swirls and tendrils of red, forcing her through to mirror, effectively switching their places. Leaving Wanda stuck in the reflective surface. Dark Wanda stares into the mirror, pretending to fix her hair and appearance. Unable to stop the cruel grin from forming on her lips as she gazed at Wanda. She hums as she makes her way to the door, stopping as she spots Wanda’s change of clothes sitting on the toilet lid. She strips of her red garments, using her magic to make them disappear, putting on the baggy shirt and sweatpants. Exiting the bathroom to face Y/n with a smirk stuck on her lips. This was it, she was gonna get what she wanted. Wanda’s screams muted as she bangs her fist against the mirror, desperately trying to escape from the framed prison. Tears pour down her face as she claws at the glass, trying to get back out and to her wife.

Y/n jumps a little as the bathroom door whips opens, still worried about her lover. As Wanda saunters out with that smirk on her face, Y/n is instantly hit with confusion. Her eyebrows furrowing as she takes in Wanda’s appearance. Something felt off about the love of her life.

“Why isn’t your hair wet? Did you fake shower? Babe, that’s so gross, that’s like- a man thing to do I fear.” Y/n sighs with a grimace, gently running Wanda’s auburn hair through her fingers. Looking a little befuddled, considering they didn’t own a hair dryer and Wanda wouldn’t use her powers to fix something so minuscule. Especially since it was practically routine for Y/n to help her towel dry it and braid her hair before bed. Something they both enjoyed, using the time to chat about everything and anything. But it was a little hard to believe Wanda would skip a shower and fake it.

“No, I- I just didn’t wash it this time. Read something about washing it too much can get rid of oils and stuff.” Wanda lies with ease, caressing Y/n’s cheek. Her green eyes glimmering with happiness at the prospect of being with her beloved once again. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow as she looks at Wanda’s fingertips. Inspecting the dark colored digits that brushed her cheek.

“Oh you liar, you totally didn’t shower. Look at your fingers.” Y/n teases, kissing the woman’s palm. “What did you stain your hands with this time?” Y/n wraps her arms around the woman’s waist, a playful smile on her lips. Still a little thrown off by Wanda’s behavior but nonetheless trusting the woman before her. They did have a long day, maybe the stress and constant running around has got the woman feeling a little off. After all, there was no reason for Y/n not to trust the woman. Even if there were a few scars on her skin that didn’t look all too familiar. Maybe it was Y/n’s mind playing tricks on her, Wanda seemed alright. She was just worrying herself over nothing, everything would be normal later.

Wanda chuckles, her heartbeat racing at Y/n's touch, having been so very long since she had last felt it. She wraps her arms around the back of Y/n’s neck, gently playing with her hair. “Y’know me. Got into the food coloring when I was baking.” Wanda lies again, finding the habit so easy to do. Especially with how oblivious her beloved was. It was almost euphoric, having her lover back. The soft feel of her skin, the calming sound of her voice, and her playful attitude that Wanda couldn’t get enough of. The lightheartedness was something she missed so dearly, she had always made life feel easier even if it was by being an idiot.

“What kinda death cupcakes are you making?” Y/n jokes, nuzzling her face into the crook of Wanda’s neck, leaving soft kisses. Wanda smiles, gently pulling the woman closer, relishing in the affection she had long forgotten the feel of. “Ones for you if you tell me I’m gross for not showering again,” Wanda teases back, kissing the top of Y/n’s head. It felt so right, having her girl back in her arms, they fit together perfectly like a puzzle. One that Wanda had spent so long trying to solve, desperately scavenging to find her missing piece that she lost, gone to the vacuum of time. This one was close enough, felt the same and provided that heart tugging feeling that Wanda had come to adore. Wanda tugged the woman a little closer, holding her tightly, not wanting her to leave. Her mind consumed with the idea of keeping this feeling forever, not willing to ever lose it again. This is where she was meant to be. Even if she had to steal her rightful place to have her wife back.

“You’re clingy tonight,” Y/n teases, swaying them as they hold each other. Furrowing her eyebrows a bit when her hand slips beneath the back of Wanda’s shirt. Along her back was a jagged scar that hadn't been there before. “When did that happen?” Y/n asks confused, her fingers gently tracing over the scar. Wanda freezes a bit, cracking a warm loving smile to smother the unease Y/n might be feeling. “A while ago, I told you about that, honey. You sure you aren’t just tired?” Wanda whispers, her tone conveying worry and concern. But Wanda's mind was flickering with all the lies she could use as an excuse. Y/n looks more put off at the statement, gently pushing back as her hands rest on Wanda’s hips. “No way, I seen you naked last night. I saw your back, there was no scar.” Y/n shakes her head, eyes darting to Wanda’s to search for any confliction, instead finding a deep blush settling along the woman's cheeks. Wanda gently pulls Y/n back into her arms, guiding her head to the crook of her neck to avoid the eye contact. “My love, I think your mind is playing tricks on you. That scar has been there for years.” Wanda tuts, kissing the woman’s temple. Feeling a little flustered at her wife's declaration. “Now c’mon, I wanna cuddle and go to bed, had a long day.” Wanda quickly ends the discussion, gently intertwining their fingers to guide her back to their bedroom. Wanda knew this house like the back of her hand, even if this was her first time here. It was the house her and Y/n had planned to build together, but never could. Their time was cut too short, it tore Wanda to shreds. That’s why she needed to play this off, she couldn’t bare to lose the woman she loved again. She didn’t want to have to turn to more extreme measures to keep her, but she most definitely wasn’t above it if necessary. After all, she had worked years to finally be here with the woman she loved, she deserved to be with her. Not that other Wanda that banged helplessly at the unmoving mirror. She was a problem for later, for now Wanda wanted to focus on her Y/n.

Y/n tries to shake the thoughts from her mind. Was it kinda weird that Wanda had new scars in places Y/n had touched before? Absolutely. But it must be her mind playing games with her. She knew this woman like the back of her hand, she had no reason not to believe her faithful wife. But, in the same sense, she knew her wife like the back of her hand, how could she have missed these parts of the woman she loved? I mean, Y/n always gawked at her wife, especially when naked. How could she have missed so many scars? Well- maybe a few reasons why- It was stupid to ponder such things. She should just be happy she had her wife, even if she smelt a little ripe. Wanda moves over to their bed, pulling back the soft comforter and silky sheets to crawl under, laying down. She pats the spot beside her for Y/n, almost trembling in euphoria of getting to hold the love of her life again. Getting the domestic moment she craved for so long. Y/n sighs, putting aside her concerns, moving to curl up in bed beside Wanda. Wanda instantly pulling the other woman into her arms to hold her close. Not wanting to let her out of sight or grasp for as long as possible. This is all she wanted, and she’d be damned if she couldn’t keep it.

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Authors note- How do we feel? Is this a nay or a yay for a pt.2?

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Dark!Religious! Wanda Maximoff x reader

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Prompt: This is a lil something I wrote a while ago. Considering I haven't posted in a hot min, I figured I should feed ya somethin'. Lmk how we feel abt it in the comments and if I should continue it.

Word Count: 922

As always, Not proofread💅

Masterlist

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Wanda’s Pov

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I don’t truly know when it began. When I began to look at her and salivate for another reason. I know I’m allowed to look at my wife with certain lust and greed. But this… This was different. Sadistic urges tugging at the back of my mind, to bite her. Pierce her skin with my teeth, taste her blood on my tongue, hear her cries of pain. I had never wanted something so terribly, nor have I ever craved something so corrupted. Praying has done nothing for the way I feel, the rosary feels almost mocking in my palms. God unhearing of my prayers as my urges grew much stronger. It felt as though he was testing my patience and my morality. As if he was chuckling at my own mental torment.

The comforter on our bed felt almost like lava on my sweaty skin. Tossing and turning, unable to find sleep, my mind running a little too rampant for my liking. Y/n laid beside me in bed, chest softly rising and falling as she slept. Her hair still in its braid from last night, leaving a section of her neck open to view. I could almost picture the marks I could leave, the blood mixed with my saliva. The way her eyes would pop open as she released a startled cry of pain. The tears that run down her gorgeous face, mixing with the drops of blood that escape past my hungry mouth.

‘She would sound so pretty screaming and crying’

I furrow my eyebrows as I try to shake away the thoughts, instead choosing to curl my arm around her waist and snuggle closer to her. Taking a deep breath, inhaling her scent and feeling a sense of calm wash over me. She was my peace and my heart, I would never hurt her, she’s the love of my life. It’s just an intrusive thought that has absolutely no truth or meaning or depth. I press a kiss to her neck, telling myself its a sign of love and not just a small taste of my greed. Forcing my eyes shut as I try to fall asleep, knowing I have work in the morning. The small church wouldn’t run without its priest.

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Wanda was a female priest. She had always turned to religion in times of crisis, preaching his word and love to all members of her congregation. She was completely and utterly loyal to her church, willing to do anything to protect it. One day when she was listening to confessions, a stranger told her about a book that held dark powers. They told her they had stole it and had done terrible things with it. When they were forgiven, they left the booth but dropped something on the bench seat. Wanda decided to check the other side, there sat a black charred book. She took the book and hid it in the secret catacombs beneath the church.

From the day she touched the book, she didn’t know it, but something had clasped onto her. It took its form, trying its attempts that would usually turn others into true sinners. Wanda had the willpower of a thousand, she never fell to it’s tricks. But, as the dark entity watched and clung onto her, it learned. It adapted to understand how Wanda runs. What makes her tick, and how she could be set off, a bomb within her that not even she knew how to defuse.

Wanda lifts her head from the pillow, softly stroking Y/n’s hair out of her face. Admiring her wife with a lover’s gaze. Chewing her bottom lip as she felt a weird cold feeling take over. As she looked down at the sleeping woman, the intrusive thoughts swung back. Her eyes trailed over her wife’s soft skin, taking in and oogling her canvas.

‘To drink from her blood, to consume her, would purify my unholy mind.’

Her eyebrows furrowed, a brief moment of contemplation before her sense of mind came back to her. She carefully slipped out of bed, heading to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water. Utterly disturbed with her own mind, but already growing tired of these strange and new invasive thoughts that took over her mind with a bizarre fog that canceled out everything else around her. As she gazed back at her own reflection, it didn’t feel as if she was alone in the room. She shook it off, thinking her mind was playing another stupid game on her. As she wiped her face dry, she took a few deep breaths, trying to forget each strange thought that had occurred. But when she opened her eyes to peer at her reflection, there was someone behind her. A gnarled version of herself was behind her, doused in thick crimson liquid that sloshed down her skin, dripping onto the tiles with an audible pad. Her jaw unhinged, sharp teeth barred, her eyes mutated shut, skin rippling up and along the crown of her head to form into a headpiece that lined her hairline and stuck up in two crooked mangled horns. It unleashed a gurgled high pitched roar, the sound echoing around Wanda like a sonic boom. As the air left its lungs, chunks of thick clotted blood fling at Wanda, landing in her hair and down her back. Unable to scream at the horror behind her. Her hands tremble, clutching the counter, eyes wide in terror, her mouth gaping at the unholy sight.

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hey are u okay, what happened to posting the next part of the story(no rush just checking)

I'm doing okay, life has been a little chaotic lately and I'm having writer's block. I do intend to get the next part out eventually, I have no estimate time wise though. Apologies for the delay 🙏

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hi! Just curious to when ur posting the next part of ur current story

Hi! I'm currently working on it right now, I'd say it should be up sometime this week! :)

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Fuck this film. Do not fall for them bringing Stu back. They did that specifically to bring viewers back after firing their main actress and protagonist.

People's lives are more important than your desire for entertainment.

Standing up against genocide is more important than your desire for entertainment.

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Are your requests currently open

They are indeed open!

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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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Hi(gh) Milf! Wanda Maximoff x stoner! reader Pt. 2

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Word Count: 2660

Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Warning: Age gap, smoking

Also, Not Proofread 💅

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Y/n makes her way downstairs, the railing decorated in tinsel and ribbons. Finding the boys already down there, Tommy sat on the counter, cookie in his hand. Billy was sitting on an island stool, already working on icing a snowman. They were chatting about some youtube drama about some skincare lady. Wanda was searching the pantry for more sprinkles to use for decor on the cookies. “Y/n, 10 bucks says you can’t eat 10 cookies,” Tommy muses, playfully challenging the woman. Billy rolls his eyes but can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips. He was more than used to the pairs’ antics. “Ohoho, a dollar a cookie.” Y/n hums for a second, “You got yourself a deal.” Y/n playfully shakes Tommy’s hand. Making a beeline for the cookies beside him, rows of gingerbreads and sugar cookies galore. They were all a pretty golden shade, glimmering with enticement and a sense of holiday cheer. “Hey-! We are not eating 10 cookies in one day, you’re gonna get sick,” Wanda scolds despite the amused smirk on her lips. She shakes her head, placing the sprinkles and more icing on the counter. She gently places her hand on Y/n’s lower back, guiding her to the island stool so she wouldn’t be tempted to eat whatever was in her range.

“Please, I’ve seen her down a whole box of chips ahoy in an hour, She’d live.” Billy snorts, grabbing a new cookie to begin icing, being very precise and careful with his patterns. Tommy’s eyes glimmer with a sense of mischief, leaning over and playfully pushing Billy’s shoulder to get him to mess up. “Tommy-” Billy huffs, shoving Tommy back. The boys have a back and forth of shoves, knocking over a bottle of sprinkles in the process. “Boys,” Wanda tilts her head, instantly ending the fight. A chorus of sorries from the boys before they turn back to the cookies. Wanda hums in approval, turning on some music as background noise. When she looks up, the boys are laughing over something on Tommy’s phone. Her eyes fall over to Y/n, a soft smile gracing her lips. Feeling a sense of amusement at the concentrated look on the younger woman’s face as she frosted a snowman shaped cookie. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed. Wanda’s mind flickered, what would her lips feel like, would they be as soft as they looked or maybe a little chapped from the wea- Wanda stopped herself from the line of thoughts, mentally scolding herself for thinking of her like that. This was her kid’s best friend, she had to keep reminding herself.

“Mom, are you alright?” Billy asks, looking up and catching the woman staring off in thought. A hint of concern in his eyes as she turned a tad pink. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, just thinkin’ about something.” Wanda reassures, making her way to the open chair beside Y/n to start frosting her own cookies. Her thigh brushing Y/n’s, sending goosebumps along her skin. She couldn’t help but flush a little at the contact. “Y/n, you up for Mario Kart tomorrow? Still gotta prove I can beat you on Rainbow Road.” Tommy muses, looking over at her. She looks up from her cookie, the snowman looking a little deformed, like Frosty when the sun has been hitting him for 30 minutes. “I’m down,” She nods, “But you’re not gonna beat me, 3 time champ you’re talkin’ to.” Y/n smirks playfully, jokingly acting smug. The act makes Wanda roll her eyes in amusement, a grin gracing her lips. “Y’know what, I think you two should let me in on this, I used to be a pro.” Wanda hums, joining the banter.

“Oh yeah? Bet you 10 cookies I’ll beat you.” Y/n muses, her eyes falling on Wanda. Feeling her gaze soften at the sight of the woman’s smile. It gave off a warmth that lured Y/n in, making her heart race and thump in her chest. “Deal.” Wanda smirks, offering her hand to shake on it. The younger woman’s calloused hand meets hers, sending an almost electric feeling through her. The rest of the cookie decorating session goes on with more playful banter, and a ton of strange but goofy looking cookies. Soon, the night takes its toll, and everyone heads upstairs to get ready for bed.

Y/n was changing in the guest room, putting on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and throwing off her shirt, leaving her in a sports bra. Having found that sleeping with a shirt on often made her overheat. She walks over to the bathroom, forgetting to knock before opening the door. She’s met with the domestic sight of Wanda leaning over the sink counter, applying some face mask. Her green eyes flicking in the reflection of the mirror as the door opens, finding Y/n, shirtless. Wanda’s cheeks flush red at the sight, glad that the color of the mask hid her blush. “Sorry! I forgot to knock-” Y/n apologies, turning red in embarrassment. Wanda shakes her head, “No, it’s alright, honey. I’ll be finished up in a minute.” Wanda gives a reassuring smile despite her own nerves. She quickly washes her face clear, drying it with a towel before exiting the bathroom to her room and shutting the door behind her to give the younger woman privacy. But as she climbs beneath the duvet on her bed, her mind replays the image of Y/n shirtless. Her cheeks flushing again at the thought and her stomach fluttering with butterflies. Finding herself even flustered at the thought of the younger woman. It was becoming more apparent to her that this new forming crush wasn’t something she could just shove to the side.

It was near midnight, the sky an abyss of black that blanketed the area. Y/n sat on the hanging bench of the back patio. Snow dusted over the wooden deck, the chill of the air rippling a shiver down the young woman’s spine. She let her joint hang from her lips, the end a cherry shade in the darkness. She tugged her hoodie tighter around herself, pulling the ragged hood over her reddened ears. Her hands pulled at her sleeves, desperately trying to will them over her palms. Her cheeks and nose ached from the chill, but the smoke that filled her lungs was enough to keep her out in the freezing weather. Her eyes gazing up at the sky, searching through the sea of dark slithering clouds to try and seek the clear constellations she had begun to miss in the depressing cold season. Her mind flickered back and forth with thoughts of Wanda. How soft her hand felt in her own, and how it fit so perfectly together with hers. How the woman’s laugh made her flush with joy. But she couldn’t keep thinking like this, Wanda was her friend’s mother. Wanda had been married to a man, it was foolish to assume that Wanda would have an ounce of interest in a younger woman, especially her son’s friend. Y/n shook her head to clear her thoughts, staring back up at the sky as she took a long drag.

Wanda tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find rest. Something didn’t feel right, whether it was her motherly instincts or her intuition, she was unsure what tugged at her to get out of bed. Pulling the warm, welcoming covers off of her, sitting up to slip on her slippers that sat beside her nightstand. She shivered as the chill of the cool air hit her skin, she walked over to her closet and grabbed her fuzzy robe from the coat hook on the back of the door before slipping it on. She quietly walks out of her bedroom, tying the robe around her waist. She quietly creaks open the boys’ bedroom door, checking to see if they were alright. To her comfort, she found both boys asleep, but as she glanced at Tommy, she had to hold back a small laugh, a few christmas cookies on his nightstand and the crumbs of one all over his pillowcase. She shakes her head with a small smile before quietly closing the door behind her. She mentally debated checking in on Y/n, she didn’t want to invade the younger woman’s privacy, but this nagging feeling in the back of her mind told her that something was amiss. She walks back over to her bedroom, chewing her bottom lip in contemplation before turning back and carefully creaking the younger woman’s door open. Her brows furrowed in confusion when she noticed her absence, the feeling in the back of her mind grew stronger. She whisked her way over to the connected bathroom, knocking before opening the door, to reveal an empty room. Worry begins to fill her mind, where did she run off to? Was she safe? Was she with anyone? Was she dressed for the weather? Surely the sweater she arrived in wasn’t suited for such temperatures. Wanda tried to ease her worries, telling herself this wasn’t her business where this woman went. Unable to quell her feelings, she turns down the hall.

Wanda quickly and as soundlessly as possible makes her way downstairs, checking each room before her eyes spot a small patio light that was lit. Relief washes over her as she walks over to the couch, grabbing one of the throw blankets off the back before making her way over to the sliding doors of the patio. She was about to reach for the handle, but couldn’t help to stop and freeze in place. Her eyes gazing at where the young woman sat, the way the soft golden light illuminates her in comparison to the pale blue darkness that loomed over the backyard. Appreciating the way she gazed off at the sky deep in thought, how pretty her lips looked wrapped around that joint and how soft they could potentially feel against her own. Wanda could almost see it in her head, how the younger woman would be so nervous, how her cheeks would burn with the same red they do now, maybe a deeper shade. Her cherishing of the younger woman’s blush was quickly clouded by worries. She tugged the door open, startling Y/n, who turned and pulled the joint from her lips.

Y/n glances at the older woman anxiously, fidgeting with her sleeve with her free hand as the other ashes her joint. The pink in Y/n’s cheeks had grown slightly at the sight of the older woman, her red hair was a little messy, and she was adorned in a cute plaid pair of matching christmas pajamas beneath her maroon robe.

“You said to go outside next time,” Y/n tries to joke, looking a little nervous, as if ready for a lecture. Wanda’s lips pulled in a small smile, quirking a brow at her comment. Shaking her head in amusement, she steps closer. “I did. Thank you for listening,” Wanda hums lowly, walking over to sit beside her. She wraps the blanket around Y/n’s shoulders, she was sure the younger woman tensed up a bit, but she chalked that up to the cold setting in. “But I also said this morning that we don’t want anyone catching a cold. That includes you, honey.” She adds. The reflection of the golden light reflects off the shiny topcoat of Wanda’s crimson nails as she reaches over to rub soft circles on the younger woman’s back, trying to warm her up.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n apologizes, turning away as she blows the smoke from her joint away from Wanda. Wanda’s eyes linger on the way Y/n’s lips purse before wrapping back around the joint. Y/n uses her free arm to lift the blanket over Wanda’s shoulders to share. “Quit apologizing,” Wanda smiles, a pink hue to her cheeks at the sweet gesture. Wanda can’t resist the urge of resting her head against the woman’s shoulder, her nose twitching slightly as she catches a smell of something other than the joint. It was a nice warm scent, comforting, a woodsy aroma that lingered on her hoodie. One that made Wanda nuzzle a little closer. Y/n blushes somehow deeper at the action, her arm wrapping around Wanda’s shoulders for added warmth. It felt comfortable, homely almost. Wanda gets lost in her thoughts for a moment, a mental warfare. Stuck between wanting to lose herself in this warm comfort and give in to the feelings that she tried to bury. Wanda’s brought out of her thoughts by a soft voice.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n pipes up after a moment, a small playful quirk to her lips that Wanda recognized from everytime she saw her and the boys joking about. “Of course,” Wanda hums, looking up at the woman in curiosity and amusement. A small smile gracing her lips. “Have you ever smoked weed before?” Y/n quips, taking another hit off her joint, making sure to blow the smoke away from the other woman. Wanda laughs at the question, shaking her head at the woman’s question. “Who hasn’t?” Wanda muses, unable to hold back her grin when she makes the younger woman laugh. Wanda’s hand clasps over Y/n’s that rests on her shoulder, trying to warm hers.

“Care to smoke with me or am I gonna be banished to the tree house for askin’?” Y/n hums playfully, pulling the joint from her lips to offer to the older woman if she wished to take it. Wanda rolls her eyes in amusement at the younger woman before eyeing the joint.

Debating if she should indulge and humor Y/n. She takes the joint from the younger woman, lifting it to her soft lips, taking a long drag. Y/n’s eyes widen, a little surprised that the older woman actually did it, but also a little turned on by how hot she looked. Her lips pursing as she blows out the smoke, she smirks at the younger woman. “No, sharing is caring,” Wanda muses, her hand lifting the joint to the younger woman’s mouth to let her take a puff. Y/n turns as red as Rudolph’s nose. Wanda’s eyebrows furrow, worrying a bit that the cold might be getting to her, so she lifts her free hand to soft cup her cheek, trying to warm her with her palm.

But to Wanda’s surprise, she already feels warmth emitting from her. She can’t help but grin from catching the woman blushing, she takes another drag off the joint. She bites her bottom lip in thought. Maybe it was the high she was feeling, but she couldn’t help herself, she pulled the younger woman in for a kiss. Y/n tenses, shocked at the action before melting into it. The kiss begins to grow deeper, as Y/n's lips part for Wanda’s tongue, Wanda surprised her by shotgunning the smoke into her mouth. Y/n blows the smoke out as they part. Her hand finding its way to Wanda’s waist to hold her close as she leans in for another kiss. Their lips meet again, Wanda’s hand throws the stub of the joint off into the snow before finding its place in the younger woman’s hair.

They only part when they hear footsteps in the house. Blushing and straightening themselves out in case one of the boys comes out to check on them. But subtly, Wanda’s hand reaches for Y/n’s intertwining their fingers. But to their relief, they heard the footsteps recede. Y/n and Wanda make their way back inside the house, parting ways in the hallway, but there was a mutual knowledge that they’d speak about it later. As they both laid in their respective beds, they fall asleep with stupid smiles on their faces.

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mutuals. c'mere. this is a checkpoint. i am checking in. i am wrapping you in a blanket and giving you a nice warm drink. also some pretty flowers. it will be ok.

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BDS Movement supports Boycott Scream 7.

The Palestinian Campaign for the Academic and Cultural Boycott of Israel (PACBI) calls for the boycott of all complicit institutions.

Why are fans boycotting?

Spyglass Media, the production company behind the upcoming film Scream 7, fired star Melissa Barrera for courageously speaking out against Israel's genocide against 2.3 million Palestinians in Gaza.

Standing up to Hollywood's racist censorship, bullying, and silencing through targeted boycotts is an important way that cinema audiences worldwide can meaningfully contribute to the Palestinian-led Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions (BDS) Movement.

How can I support the boycott?

Audiences: Boycott Scream 7 in theaters and on streamers. Avoid amplifying the film on social media! Share information about the boycott with your friends and followers (especially fans of horror movies and everyone who supports a free Palestine).

Organizations: Get your organization to sign on to the boycott. E-mail boycottscream7@gmail.com for more info.

Journalists: If you are assigned to cover the film, explain why advocates of Palestinian human rights are boycotting it.

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reblog if you like girls and/or pasta

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Just want to smoke a joint while sitting in a butches lap, blowing a bit of smoke into their waiting mouth while trailing my fingers down their neck...pressing sloppy kisses all over them as I get all floaty and giggly, smearing my lipstick against their bare skin...

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