#Wanda Maximoff hate

[musclesandhammering]

“But Wanda’s a nexus being. She was destined to sit on the throne of the multiverse. 😏 If she’d taken America’s powers she could’ve ruled everything 🙄”

Meanwhile, Loki IS sitting on the throne of the multiverse, and he didn’t need to steal anybody else’s powers to do it. 🤷‍♀️

[wandaslittleweirdo]

WE NEED A PART TWO PRETTY PLEASE

https://www.tumblr.com/wandaslittleweirdo/757441289957638144/many-many-stepmommywanda-thoughts-tw-stepcest

A/N: turned out a little longer than expected…..heh..|| Part 1 , masterlist

tw: mentions of murder and blood, stepcest, dating a man, possessiveness, jealousy, pet names, this writer needs to stop skipping therapy, toxic relationships/attachments, manipulation, dom/sub dynamics, fucked up fluffy ending, age gap > reader is 22 wanda is 35

stepmommy!wanda ༝༝ fem!reader

ೀ Wanda had picked up the phone to call her friend from church, but paused when she heard your voice on the other line. She leaned over the counter, nibbling at the nail on her thumb as she curiously eavesdrops on your conversation. Your flirtatious tone directed to the disgustingly sweet boy made her jaw tighten, slamming the phone back down and gritting her teeth.

When you ended the call you walked into the kitchen and explained to Wanda that you’d be going out with a friend and will be back at a reasonable hour. She waited for you to tell her that it was a boy who obviously likes you and that it was actually a date, but you didn’t. You happily skip out of the kitchen with your sandwich and then off into your room. How dare you do this to her after she’d spent months and months perfecting you to how she wanted? Clearly, she needed to do something that you’d take seriously.

Matthew had picked out the most beautiful but quiet restaurant in town, knowing how anxious you get when it comes to new and busy places because of how strict your step mother is. He was refreshing and new, a breath of fresh air. He loved cracking jokes, but he could also be a little shy and got flustered easily. For example when you were both finished with dinner he scratched the back of his neck wondering if he could kiss you goodnight. You saw the nervousness in his eyes and you adored it, confidently taking his hand in yours before leaning up to kiss him.

But when he had visited the bathroom and didn’t come out, you assumed he got nervous and alerted him that you’d be leaving. You knew Wanda would be fuming if you stayed any longer. There was no response from his end, but you didn’t let yourself think about it too much. He’s just busy, you kept telling yourself.

You put the keys in the hole of your front door and twist it, listening to the faint click followed by the creak of the door handle as you pushed it down.

You gently push open the door and peek inside, a lamp from the living room casting its warm glow through your home. You creak the door open more and think Wanda must’ve left the light on before she went to bed.

Glancing into the lounge, the first thing you spot is Wanda’s back and her staring at something on the floor. It’s completely silent. No radio, no television, and the only movement you could hear is your own. You take one more step and freeze, paralysed by the sight in front of you.

Matthew’s body laying in a pool of blood, the thick liquid staining the carpet. His eyes are shut and his hands are painted in red, fatally attempting to cover the wounds on his stomach. Wanda towers over him, a kitchen knife coated in red gripped tightly in her hand. A tear of blood drips from the blade, and you watch it hit the ground to then it sinking into the carpet.

“W-Wh..” You lip quivered, voice cracking as you took a step back. “You’re home late.” She kicked the boy onto his back with her boot. You grabbed hold of the wall next to you, feeling dizzy watching his body flop lifelessly and how she showed no emotion to the deceased boy in front of her.

“I-Is that?..” She finally turns around to look at you and you felt chills run down your spine. You thought you had seen Wanda to her fullest potential, how sick and twisted she could be. But the blood sprinkled on her face and how it soaked several areas of her clothing made it clear that you never knew her as well as you thought you did.

A relieved smile hiked up her cheeks. She missed you so much. She also saw the terror in your eyes, not just for yourself but because you knew that simply pecking someone on the lips could put them in the same position as the poor gentleman who lays dead on the floor. This bought her a great sense of peace. You finally learnt your lesson, it’s a shame she had to go this far.

“There’s my girl.” Her voice softens as she stepped towards you, dropping the knife on the floor. You flinch hearing it clang, the sound ringing in your ears. You don’t catch her words, the only audible sound for you was your loud heartbeat and your ragged breathing. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him. A tear trickles down your cheek, causing her smile to fall and her demeanour to become hostile.

“Why are you crying Y/N? He was never going to love you like I do.”

“I told you I’d kill anyone who touches you. I warned you. You made me do this.”

“I’d do anything for you, sweet girl.” She calmly takes your chin between her fingers and places her other hand onto your shoulder. Her touch is delicate and familiar. So comforting and soft, you couldn’t help but lean into her. “You see now that I’d actually kill for you. And I’d do it again because I love so much, darling.” She leans down, tilting her head and brushing her lips against yours.

“Do you love me?” Your breathing quickens, reaching up and curling your fingers around the back of her neck to pull her closer. You eagerly tangle your hands in her hair as she moans, boldly pushing her tongue between your lips.

The kiss deepens and the world fades away. The heat of the moment, the rush of desire. It all felt so good, you could feel it in your chest and your stomach. You pull away and she whimpers, chasing your lips until you place a hand on her chest. Your faces now smeared with blood, you both smile. To others, this moment would be disturbing and inhumane. But for you and Wanda, it feels like the two of you against the world.

“I love you too, Wanda.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[batcavescolony]

Ok let's go back to this line from Agatha All Along

"it's underwater! There's a boy. It's a prank. They tricked him. He's gonna drown. it's a bad place. And the people, the family, there's no one to love him! He's got no one!"

Guys we're getting some Tommy lore and it's heart breaking💔 (we knew it would be).

[616witch]

funny how our most quiet desires are heard when we believe no one is listening.

[marvelnatswhore]

Beach day

GP! Wanda X fem!reader~smut 

-step mommy wanda au but nothing that really implies it

Sum: Wanda takes you to the beach for a day, she has things other than swimming planned

Warnings: Mommy kink, G!P -Wanda has a penis) sub reader-dom Wanda, public sex, a little exhibitionism, embarrassment, praise

WC: 1.9k

A/N: i’ve never written g!p before

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The whole weekend Wanda had been overly touchy with you. You hardly started to notice when she’d wrap her arms around you to grope your breasts while you washed the dishes or when she’d sink her hand into your panties as you sat in her lap watching a film. 

You could only moan and give into her, letting you bend you over and kiss you until she had you begging her for more. She was insatiable and even if you wouldn’t admit it, you loved all the attention she gave you.

You weren’t surprised when Wanda offered to take you to the beach for the day. She packed a basket for your lunch and even took you shopping beforehand to pick out a new bikini.

You were glad that she chose a secluded part of the beach to set up at. Only a few families surrounded you both and it wasn't long before you were laying out your fluffy towels and setting up a lounger under a provided shade tent. 

Wanda let you sneak a muffin from the basket she packed you before sitting you in her lap to apply your sunblock, being careful to rub it as close as she could to the thin rose bikini, decorating your body.

You found a patch of sunlight to stand in, digging your toes under the warm sand and soaking up the heat.

The sound of kids yelling and chasing each other in the distance made you smile, it was bright and you had to squint to see the water, a clear blue under the bright sun you could just hear the sound of waves lapping quietly along the pale sand. 

You hummed in surprise as Wanda came up behind you, whispering something about the view as her arm wrapped around your waist and settled on the skin. 

Her fingers reached down to the seam of your bikini bottoms, stroking lower along the tight pink material before you quickly took her hand, moving it back to your middle and looking around to make sure no one saw. 

“Does that embarrass you, sweetheart?” Wanda whispered in a teasing tone. Her hand slid back up your torso and this time you didn’t stop her as she softly cupped your breast nestled in that same pink coloured bikini. 

Your nipples hardened under her thumb as she moved her touch to your other breast giving it the same soft treatment.

“Wanda people can see.” You breathe in a warning tone, feeling yourself growing red and not from the sun.

“I know, princess.” She muttered, leaning into you and kissing the supple skin on your neck. 

“But they’re not looking yet, are they?” 

You tried to ignore the heat that spread through you as she said that, feeling her lips grazing along your neck and her hands on your breasts.

-

“I’m gonna make you some lunch alright, darling?’ She pulled away from you and you could almost frown at the loss of contact. 

“You should go swim for a bit, honey. You’re looking hot.” 

She left a quick kiss on your cheek, reaching for her phone to check a recent message. 

“Aren’t you swimming too?” You said with a pout nearly forming itself on the corners of your mouth. 

“Later baby, I’m gonna soak up some sun first.” She smiled at you, “I’ll watch you from here, alright?”

You nodded, feeling suddenly eager to meet the sea.

-

It wasn’t long before you made your way to the tide, shivering as a small wave washed over your feet. You looked back and you could see Wanda in her yellow bikini, laying back in the sun chair. 

You clenched your teeth, sucking a sharp breath in as you stepped further into the water, squeezing your firsts and you made it up to your hips. You really expected it to be warmer. 

Your feet dug into the cool sand under the sea and eventually you gave into the cold, diving under a passing wave.

You swam in the water for a while, not thinking anything in particular, just enjoying the freeing feeling.

The time passed by without you noticing and finally, when you started to get cold and admittedly lonely, you made your way back up the beach, stopping at the public showers first to clean the salt off your body and hair, the high water pressure almost scaring you as it shot out.

You returned to Wanda and she quickly wrapped a towel around your shoulders, letting you dry off as she put a sandwich on a plate for you and offered you some water. 

“Cold, baby?” Wanda said, laying back in her sun chair once you’d eaten and had a drink.

“A little.” You said, shrugging as you noticed the breeze that was now in the air. “Come here.” Wanda cooed, patting her lap for you to sit there. 

You did as she offered, nessling yourself on her thighs and laying back against her chest.

Her arms wrapped around your front, pulling a spare, clean towel over you as a makeshift blanket, muttering something about what to do when you went home later.

“Want me to make those brownies again?” She whispers, smoothing back your hair with her hand. 

You looked up at her, shifting your weight to sit on your side as Wanda's hand settles on the nape of your neck and she mutters something quietly before leaning in and kissing you.  

You whine in surprise and she smiles at your lack of resistance as her tongue parts your lips, lapping softly against yours. Her hand found your hair, combing through it and guiding you closer to her.

It’s softer than she’s kissed you all weekend and you could tell by the way she touches you she’s been wanting you all day.

The deeper she kisses you the harder it is to stop yourself from wanting to go further.

You try to ignore it when you feel a bulge between your legs and quickly you realise what it is. 

“Wanda..” You breathe, pulling away from her lips. She kisses your cheek, offering light pecks down to your collarbone.

The urge to rub yourself on her erection is almost too much to ignore

"Honey, we're in public, remember."  Wanda says calmly and you nod, almost forgetting the people surrounding you both. 

You do your best to stop yourself even though the heat between your legs is becoming difficult to ignore and you’re all too aware of the people around you, likely already staring as Wanda kisses your neck again. 

Her hand trails to cup your breast, and before you can say anything she pulls away the thin fabric and lets your boob fall free. You want to stop her and cover yourself but you can’t deny that it makes you feel a certain way to be so exposed. 

She takes your breast with her hand and starts massaging the flesh, squeezing your nipple between her fingers as you groan softly. 

Wanda frees your other breast and takes it, groping it gently too, she doesn’t take her eyes off you for a moment, wanting you to know exactly what she’s doing to you.

You try to ignore the fact that Wanda has you flashing an entire beach and is groping you without a care for who sees, but at the same time you don’t want her to stop.

“You like this, don't you, sweetheart?” She says as if reading your mind.

“I know you do, you just want mommy to play with you all day.”

She pulls your bikini loosely back over your chest and her hand moves down to the hem of your swimsuit, toying with the straps. 

Your gaze finds her hand between your legs, and you suddenly want more, Wanda’s bulge is even bigger, pressing into the fabric on your bikini as your mouth slips open and you watch her rub it softly.

"Baby." Wanda whispers, sliding her hand back over your bikini bottoms, finding the wet patch that resided in the middle. 

She pulled the fabric to the side, ghosting a finger along your folds, the feeling was enough to make you moan and your hips began grinding against her for more.

“Want it, baby?” Wanda hums, and you groan at the warmth on your neck. 

“Well? Use your words sweetheart.” 

You nod hardly thinking, “please mommy, fuck me.” 

She smiles, “good girl.”

She pulls away her hand from your heat, slipping her bottom bikini down her hips, letting her hardened cock free.

You whimper feeling it rub your entrance, a breath is caught in the back of your throat and you instantly want more, grinding yourself along her wet tip and pressing yourself onto her. 

“Baby-” Wanda moans, and her hands find your hips gripping you softly and guiding you down onto the length.

You whine, sinking it deeper as you quickly accommodate her size, she lifts you back up and down again to take her full length as you groan. Feeling her thrust into you at an agonisingly slow pace, you’re desperate for more and the sound of your wet slick against her skin wasn’t making it easier to remain calm.

"Like this baby?” Wanda mutters in your ear, “all these people could see your mommy fucking you." 

You can only find it in yourself to nod your head as she taunts you, glancing around at the few people thankfully not close enough to know what she’s doing to you, immersed in their own conversations and watching their children playing in the water.

“Mommy you feel so good.” You moaned, your desperation pushing you into that soft headspace Wanda had been putting you in all weekend.  

She immersed herself in the feeling, knowing people could be staring only turned her on more. You could feel her girth pulsing in you as she brought you down again taking her whole length.

You looked so pretty, sitting between her thighs with that needing look on your face, humping your hips against her cock and sucking your lip as she thrust into you again. 

It didn’t take long before you felt that urge threatening to overcome you. 

"Mommy i'm gonna come-" You whimper, humping yourself quicker on her cock as she finds an angle that hits the right spot.

"Fuck-me too." Wanda groans pushing her length deeper as she feels your walls squeeze around her.

Your head falls back and you gasp, moaning helplessly as you come and suddenly Wanda does the same, groaning as you feel her warm cum filling you.

"Mommy-" You mutter softly and Wanda hums in response. You could feel her dick twitching inside you as she finished.

Her hand offered strokes along your cheek and her lips pressed on your neck as she kissed the skin, you only now thought of the marks she must have left.

"That’s it sweet girl." She said brushing your hair back, "such a good girl."

You moan softly as Wanda pulls out and you feel her warm cum drip down your thighs and onto the chair below, you glance down at the mess between your legs, your cute pink bikini smeared in cum and Wanda's erect cock between your thighs.

you almost wish she would do it again.

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Some fans are apparently mad that Billy is looking for tommy instead of Wanda....and some people 'hating on Lilia because of the sigil and that she cause "dsmom" to happen...i can't even... I mean some of them are probably just joking....but come on....now💀this fandom is unserious...like what are we doing??

[rewritingcanon]

my sister and i just yapped for almost three hours and we were just talking about how genuinely weird people in fandom are surrounding characters who have explicit mental illness. like they can never ever be normal. there are characters who are romanticised and glamourised for their mental illness (eren. wanda. joker. kaneki. nico. almost any danganronpa/ddlc character). characters who are consistently ridiculed for their mental illness either because it simply isn’t getting taken seriously (reiner) or because no one takes the character seriously (armin). and there are the characters that get blatantly outright DESPISED for it (basil, harry potter, korra, gale, also eren etc etc). like yes im seeing a correlation but its still so astounding how selective people are about where they draw the line with mental illness and what traits they can accept.

[starliteonearth]

Controversial opinion but Captain Carter's presence should not have extended past season 1 of What If. While I have enjoyed this version of Peggy, not only does the series not need a main recurring character, it shouldn't be going back to the SAME version of the character again and again. The fun of What If is getting something, or someone, new each episode and the 3 episodes that Captain Carter was the focus of this season could've easily been used to spotlight some other female superheroes.

For example, it should been Captain Marvel who Wanda summoned in 1602 instead. That would've been a really nice moment for her, especially since outside of her movies, all she gets are cameos. Wanda herself could've teamed up with Kahhori in the finale to fight Supreme Strange for a twisted reversal of Multiverse of Madness. The Hydra Stomper episode could've been about Shuri, She-Hulk, Kamala, Yelena, anybody else really. The point is just something different.

Anyways, I'm hoping that they put this version of the character to rest and move on in season 3 because there are plenty of other characters that deserve the screentime.

[r3d-panda]

Tony Stark antis: Tony bringing Peter to the airport in civil war was absolutely terrible! child abuser and irresponsible!!

Meanwhile, them not giving a shit about Wanda letting her two TEN YEARS OLD deal with the fucking military in Wandavision: she is so badass!

The double standard is incredible. I've never seen anyone talk about that, they all like to shit on Tony but when it comes to Wanda she is only a "girl boss mommy", like stfu please

Yes I'm talking about the last Episode. "You guys were born for this" THEY ARE 10 YEARS OLD AND HAD POWERS FOR LIKE 2 DAYS, And of course the writers made those kids powerful enough to win, just to not make her and Vision be bad parents. What a fucking joke I hated this.

I'm usually not a hater, but I get pissed off when people still bring up Tony taking Peter into civil war (a super-powered teenager who stopped a car with bare hands, who also have been told by Stark to stay away from people and just use webs) but not Wanda making her kids fight with armed men, and if it wasn't for Monica, they would have been shot.

My fucking God.

[buckysbarnes]

WANDA MAXIMOFF APPRECIATION WEEK

↳ day #7: free choice: ✨scarlet playlist✨ ( insp )

[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

[marvelstars]

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, I wish we could go to those times in which Magneto and Pietro relationship was written like this, complicated but at least nuanced and in character, not whatever Steve Orlando is been working on in the last issue of Scarlet witch and Quicksilver.

It also offends me the way Orlando wrote this, sure Magneto got his heart taken out, he was barely holding himself together after surviving Uranus first attack, he had to take care of the survivors and then go fight him again, he even could have a heartfel talk with David, Legion, while literally holding his heart back together and you are telling me I have to believe the man´s priority at the time was to write a letter in which he said his Son was a danger to his twin? Sure Jan

[batcavescolony]

Cus I don't think enough of you got it, WILLIAM KAPLAN/BILLY MAXIMOFF/TEEN SEES REBECCA KAPLAN AS HIS MOTHER! I've seen enough people acting like he doesn't have a mother, HE DOES AND HER NAME IS REBECCA, PUT SOME RESPECT ON HER NAME!

[bi-disaster-kit-herondale]

was i the only one who loved the last 2 agatha all along episodes

[musclesandhammering]

Still waiting on someone to explain why Wanda is “The Harbinger of Chaos”, the “Chaos Queen”, and her magic is called “Chaos Magic” when she literally has nothing to do with chaos. Like.. nothing. No symbolism, no philosophical connection, no plotline. Literally nothing lmao. Could’ve just called her the queen of sunsets or some shit, it would’ve made as much sense 😒.

[lilisouless]

SAB writers:

"How do we get a Helnik kiss without changing the book canon?"

"He was dreaming with her again"

"Brilliant! but know do we get a Kanej kiss without changing book canon (and having the fans strangle us for it)"

"Hallucinations"

"Of course! and how do we get a Wesper kiss without changing book canon?"