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It really hurts me when I ever see Lizzie because she’s so god damn beautiful, I start squealing, clenching my stomach, pounding my fists in the mattress. I swear how does Robbie do it? I’d die from shock because she’s too damn sexy and gorgeous.
#elizabeth olsen#the most beautiful woman#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff#on my knees for this woman#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x y/n#wanda maximoff smut#wanda x fem!reader#wandaspup#dark wanda maximoff#dark wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x female reader
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Yeah....the circles at the stones in mt.wundagore would look great as a tattoo, thank you for taking my request, I hope you're having fun.
Here you go! Cross fingers that this is the one you are referring to. I hope you liked it anon (:
I put both colors because I don't know which ones you prefer. For me, I like the red ink
#wanda maximoff#multiverse of madness#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff x reader#supporting artists#amazing
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Sinners
Summary: In a small town, you try living up to your mother’s expectations while encountering Wanda Maximoff, a mysterious woman and a childhood friend of your mothers. It leaves you questioning her intentions and your beliefs.
Parings: Wanda x Fem R
Taglist (click and comment to be added for future chapters)
Warnings: Manipulation, degrading, praise, strap on, mommy kink, dubcon, your fictional mother isn’t nice, stalking
Author notes: Things to consider before reading: You are 19 years old while Wanda is 36. There is no smut in this for now! I'm not familiar with the bible so please do not take this seriously. It's only fiction.
The handles are warm as you push the double doors open of the church, their hinges creaking softly in response to the intrusion. As the door swung apart, it revealed the dimly lit interior bathed in sunlight whistling through the skylight. Thousands of dust particles scattered around the beams, casting a glow. On either side of the church, the stained-glass windows painted with vivid patterns, painted their shadows on the polished floor.
As you lingered behind your parents, hands clasped together at your front. The four walls of the church momentarily silenced the bustling streets before more people entered, quiet murmurs spreading across the churchgoers. People passed by to take their seats, some offered greetings to your parents, while others remarked on how you have grown into a fine young lady. Your family was well known for the small church gatherings they hosted, always extending their hospitality to the community. However, you could not shake the feeling your parents’ ego was involved, driven by their desires to keep their status. Your mother seemed intent on being the best, regardless of the situation, while your father followed her lead.
Lost in your head, you hadn’t noticed the priest approaching your parents until he stood before them, a gentle smile on his lips. “Good morning, everyone,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “I trust you all found yourselves well?”
“Certainly, Father Steve. It’s always a pleasure,” your mother affirmed with a nod, her hand briefly resting on the priest’s arm. Beside her, your father offered a gentle squeeze of
Father Steve’s hand.
His eyes landed on you, a wide grin reaching his face as he moved between your parents. Your feet shuffled beneath you, a slight bow to your head as he addressed you directly.
“My child, you are growing quite fast,” he remarked warmly. “I’m sure your mother and father must be so proud of you.”
You nodded, a faint uncertainty lingering in your response. “I hope so,” you murmured softly. Your gaze flicked over to them, your mother’s stern facade causing a tightness in your stomach. Before the tension could linger further, the priest politely excused himself to begin the ceremony. You followed your parents towards the front row, Father Steve took his place at the altar.
Your mother, focused on the moment, spared no mind at you, her hushed reminder to keep your posture straight and your head forward as you took your seat beside her.
The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but you fought against it, instead clenching your fists tightly against your thighs and felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind together in frustration. A flicker of movement draws your attention. A woman sitting on the right far end at the fourth row lingering on the edge of your sight, compelling you to get a glance.
Father Steve gently echoes through the church, drawing your focus back to the front with swift precision. “As we gather here today, let us remember the grace and mercy of our Lord, who is our eternal Savior. With his love God watches over us, guiding and protecting us. We strive to lead by good deeds by following his teachings and commandments, we can trust him for his protection.”
“But let’s not forget we are human, mistakes are bound to happen. God will not judge for our mistakes and in his eyes there is always the opportunity for redemption. Through prayers we can seek forgiveness for our sins."
The final sigh of amen hangs in the air, marking the end of the prayer. You can sense your mother stares before she gets up along with the rest from the row. Your thoughts briefly drift to the encounter with the mysterious woman before refocusing. You got up and followed behind your parents, still you couldn’t keep your eyes forward as you searched for the woman.
Approaching the altar, the chalice tipped gently down as you savored the taste of bitterness on your tongue. You move for the next person, your head down fixed at the worn out tiles.
A sudden collision made you come back to reality. “I am so sorry.”
“No harm done, honey,” she chuckled softly, so husky yet smooth. “I’m Wanda.” She happily says and extends her hands for a greeting.
You gave your name and took her offer, your hands met in a firm grasp. Wanda was undeniable beauty, her cheekbones formed natural crowns on her face. The strange sensation from earlier startled within, however you pushed them aside and ignored it.
“Well I should be getting back to my parents.”
“Of course don’t let me keep you.”
Everything about her kept you wondering who she was. Her face was so recognizable, you pushed yourself to remember where you had last seen her.
With everyone getting their share, you navigated past the rows where your parents were engrossed in conversation near the doors. Your mother’s words echoed at the tip of your ears, reminding you how impolite It is to interrupt. So you lingered on the side, fidgeting with your hands as your gaze remained fixed on Wanda. You didn’t know how long you stood there before your mother called out your name, finally getting your attention on the third call.
“You’ve been out of it all day, pull yourself together now.”
“Yes, mother, I’m sorry,” you gritted out, feeling anger settle in you.
You squinted as you emerged out of the doors, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you jogged down the three steps. Families and friends crowded outside while you watched, your parents, well your mother couldn’t help but throw her sentimental joy at people's faces. With a sigh, you kicked a small pebble across the ground.
Just then, they’ve come to join you where you stood, thankful to be leaving. But as you all started towards the car, the small shriek of your mother’s voice halted both you and your father. You looked up seeing Wanda heading towards you, her presence alone twisting your insides.
Surprised, your mother’s eyes widened as fixed on the red head. “Wanda?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Shaking off the feeling, you reassured yourself that you were just being paranoid about Wanda. There’s no way you could forget a face like hers. It’d be ridiculous not to remember meeting a woman with such elegance. Wanda appeared as a flawless Barbie doll, ravishing with politeness and beauty. Her demeanor seemed almost too perfect to be real.
Wanda chuckled, her arm draping over your mother’s shoulder with a sharp but soft expression. “Surprised to see me?” She teased.
“You never told me when you were coming.”
With a casual shrug, she stepped back, her gaze briefly landing on you and your father before focusing elsewhere. You tapped your feet, swaying one of them back and forth by your heels. Something about her still didn't settle right with you. It seemed she knew your mother well, what a consequence. You observed your father and can tell he knew her as well.
“Well, you know me. I always enjoy making an entrance. Arrived yesterday morning and managed to snag a room at that quaint little motel. Your town is absolutely lovely.”
Your father greeted Wanda with a firm handshake before turning to you. "This is our daughter," he said, his hand gently patting your shoulder, urging you forward as though you were still a small child.
Wanda waved her hand, dismissing the encounter. “Oh, we already met in the church.” She gave you a little pat on your arm, leaving her hand there for a little second longer.
She winked and you felt goosebumps scatter through your body as you stood confused why this woman who you never met before besides a brief encounter was making you feel this way.
“How about you coming over for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you.”
Wanda nodded and clasped her hands together, a smile broke out on her lips. “I’ll be there.”
End notes: I was supposed to tag someone but I forgot their user! so if you see this I'm sorry ):
update found em yay: @natashaswife4125
#wandaspupmasterlist#sinnerseries#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x fem!reader#dark wanda x reader#dark wanda maximoff#wanda x you#wanda maximoff smut
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Masterlist is up! Check it out
#wandaspupmasterlist#wanda maximoff#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff smut#wanda x fem!reader#dark wanda x reader#natasha x fem!reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff#wandanat fluff#wandanat x y/n#wandanat smut#dark natasha romanoff
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Come and stay awhile I got some gay ass stuff to show you…
She/Her. Twenty-Three. Writer. In a delusional relationship with Wanda and Natasha.
I do not accept requests! I’m not reliable and I hate making people wait 👌🥲
Divider by: saradika
Masterlist
#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#mommy wanda#daddy natasha#wanda x y/n#wanda x fem!reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff imagines#wanda maximoff imagine#dark natasha romanoff#dark wanda maximoff#wandaspupmasterlist
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I am planning to make a side blog for my masterlist to manage things easier! I’ll let you all know when It is up! Thanks for the support on my sinners series! All chapters have been planned out and hopefully chapter two will be out soon.
#wanda maximoff#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x y/n#dark wanda x reader#wanda maximoff smut#dark natasha romanoff#wanda x fem!reader#natasha x fem!reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff#wandanat x y/n#wandanat smut#wandanat fluff
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Sinners Taglist
This is for my series Sinners. Comment down below and I’ll add your name to the list.
This is just to keep a record of all the users. So you won’t be @ in this post besides in the future chapters.
ifthisaintmee
the-lakes89
aru-son
maximoff-jp
unicorniusfallapatorius
random-fag
natashaswife4125
w4ndsversew0nder
wndasdoll
thursdayygrrrl
falloutboy-lover
obsessedwjill
ksandraxox
scarletnatsblog
bbbyliv0202
peyt-n
#wanda maximoff#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x y/n#wanda maximoff smut#dark wanda x reader#natasha x fem!reader#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x you#wandanat fluff#wandanat x y/n#wandanat#dark natasha romanoff#wandaspupmasterlist#wandaspupnavigation
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Sinners
Summary: In a small town, you try living up to your mother’s expectations while encountering Wanda Maximoff, a mysterious woman and a childhood friend of your mothers. It leaves you questioning her intentions and your beliefs.
Parings: Wanda x Fem R
Taglist (click and comment to be added for future chapters)
Warnings: Fictional mother is an asshole
Author notes: Things to consider before reading: You are 19 years old while Wanda is 36. I'm not familiar with the bible so please do not take this seriously. It's only fiction.
Warnings will be added as I update more chapters! ♥️ Happy reading
The handles are warm as you push the double doors open of the church, their hinges creaking softly in response to the intrusion. As the door swung apart, it revealed the dimly lit interior bathed in sunlight whistling through the skylight. Thousands of dust particles scattered around the beams, casting a glow. On either side of the church, the stained-glass windows painted with vivid patterns, painted their shadows on the polished floor.
As you lingered behind your parents, hands clasped together at your front. The four walls of the church momentarily silenced the bustling streets before more people entered, quiet murmurs spreading across the churchgoers. People passed by to take their seats, some offered greetings to your parents, while others remarked on how you have grown into a fine young lady. Your family was well known for the small church gatherings they hosted, always extending their hospitality to the community. However, you could not shake the feeling your parents’ ego was involved, driven by their desires to keep their status. Your mother seemed intent on being the best, regardless of the situation, while your father followed her lead.
Lost in your head, you hadn’t noticed the priest approaching your parents until he stood before them, a gentle smile on his lips. “Good morning, everyone,” he greeted, his voice warm and inviting. “I trust you all found yourselves well?”
“Certainly, Father Steve. It’s always a pleasure,” your mother affirmed with a nod, her hand briefly resting on the priest’s arm. Beside her, your father offered a gentle squeeze of
Father Steve’s hand.
His eyes landed on you, a wide grin reaching his face as he moved between your parents. Your feet shuffled beneath you, a slight bow to your head as he addressed you directly.
“My child, you are growing quite fast,” he remarked warmly. “I’m sure your mother and father must be so proud of you.”
You nodded, a faint uncertainty lingering in your response. “I hope so,” you murmured softly. Your gaze flicked over to them, your mother’s stern facade causing a tightness in your stomach. Before the tension could linger further, the priest politely excused himself to begin the ceremony. You followed your parents towards the front row, Father Steve took his place at the altar.
Your mother, focused on the moment, spared no mind at you, her hushed reminder to keep your posture straight and your head forward as you took your seat beside her.
The urge to roll your eyes was strong, but you fought against it, instead clenching your fists tightly against your thighs and felt your jaw tense and your teeth grind together in frustration. A flicker of movement draws your attention. A woman sitting on the right far end at the fourth row lingering on the edge of your sight, compelling you to get a glance.
Father Steve gently echoes through the church, drawing your focus back to the front with swift precision. “As we gather here today, let us remember the grace and mercy of our Lord, who is our eternal Savior. With his love God watches over us, guiding and protecting us. We strive to lead by good deeds by following his teachings and commandments, we can trust him for his protection.”
“But let’s not forget we are human, mistakes are bound to happen. God will not judge for our mistakes and in his eyes there is always the opportunity for redemption. Through prayers we can seek forgiveness for our sins."
The final sigh of amen hangs in the air, marking the end of the prayer. You can sense your mother stares before she gets up along with the rest from the row. Your thoughts briefly drift to the encounter with the mysterious woman before refocusing. You got up and followed behind your parents, still you couldn’t keep your eyes forward as you searched for the woman.
Approaching the altar, the chalice tipped gently down as you savored the taste of bitterness on your tongue. You move for the next person, your head down fixed at the worn out tiles.
A sudden collision made you come back to reality. “I am so sorry.”
“No harm done, honey,” she chuckled softly, so husky yet smooth. “I’m Wanda.” She happily says and extends her hands for a greeting.
You gave your name and took her offer, your hands met in a firm grasp. Wanda was undeniable beauty, her cheekbones formed natural crowns on her face. The strange sensation from earlier startled within, however you pushed them aside and ignored it.
“Well I should be getting back to my parents.”
“Of course don’t let me keep you.”
Everything about her kept you wondering who she was. Her face was so recognizable, you pushed yourself to remember where you had last seen her.
With everyone getting their share, you navigated past the rows where your parents were engrossed in conversation near the doors. Your mother’s words echoed at the tip of your ears, reminding you how impolite It is to interrupt. So you lingered on the side, fidgeting with your hands as your gaze remained fixed on Wanda. You didn’t know how long you stood there before your mother called out your name, finally getting your attention on the third call.
“You’ve been out of it all day, pull yourself together now.”
“Yes, mother, I’m sorry,” you gritted out, feeling anger settle in you.
You squinted as you emerged out of the doors, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you jogged down the three steps. Families and friends crowded outside while you watched, your parents, well your mother couldn’t help but throw her sentimental joy at people's faces. With a sigh, you kicked a small pebble across the ground.
Just then, they’ve come to join you where you stood, thankful to be leaving. But as you all started towards the car, the small shriek of your mother’s voice halted both you and your father. You looked up seeing Wanda heading towards you, her presence alone twisting your insides.
Surprised, your mother’s eyes widened as fixed on the red head. “Wanda?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Shaking off the feeling, you reassured yourself that you were just being paranoid about Wanda. There’s no way you could forget a face like hers. It’d be ridiculous not to remember meeting a woman with such elegance. Wanda appeared as a flawless Barbie doll, ravishing with politeness and beauty. Her demeanor seemed almost too perfect to be real.
Wanda chuckled, her arm draping over your mother’s shoulder with a sharp but soft expression. “Surprised to see me?” She teased.
“You never told me when you were coming.”
With a casual shrug, she stepped back, her gaze briefly landing on you and your father before focusing elsewhere. You tapped your feet, swaying one of them back and forth by your heels. Something about her still didn't settle right with you. It seemed she knew your mother well, what a consequence. You observed your father and can tell he knew her as well.
“Well, you know me. I always enjoy making an entrance. Arrived yesterday morning and managed to snag a room at that quaint little motel. Your town is absolutely lovely.”
Your father greeted Wanda with a firm handshake before turning to you. "This is our daughter," he said, his hand gently patting your shoulder, urging you forward as though you were still a small child.
Wanda waved her hand, dismissing the encounter. “Oh, we already met in the church.” She gave you a little pat on your arm, leaving her hand there for a little second longer.
She winked and you felt goosebumps scatter through your body as you stood confused why this woman who you never met before besides a brief encounter was making you feel this way.
“How about you coming over for dinner tomorrow? We’d love to have you.”
Wanda nodded and clasped her hands together, a smile broke out on her lips. “I’ll be there.”
#wanda x y/n#mommy wanda#wanda maximoff#wanda x fem!reader#dark wanda x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff smut#wanda x you#wanda maximilf#wanda x reader
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Ty for the tag! 😁
Last song I listened to: starboy by the weekend
Favorite color: crimson, salmon pink, black, white
Currently Watching: nothing now just dvds
Spicy/Savory/sweet: in between them all 😭 I suck at choosing
Relationship: single but does being in a delusional relationship with Wanda and Nat count (probably not)
current obsession: wandanat, music, gta 5
Tags; @lizziesribbons @purpleturtletragedy @alexawynters @propertyofwanda @romanovthinkver @peyt-n @london-affairs @simpforlizzie @sweet--escape17 @delulu-with-wandanat @mrsromanovaa
Ahhhhh, thank you sm for the tag @reikunrei 🫶🏻 ⤷ ｡˚ੈ✩‧₊˚nine people i'd like to get to know better ｡˚ੈ✩‧₊˚
Last song I listened to: Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall by Simon & Garfunkel
Favorite color: Uhhhh, probably lilac. Although, I do love a good baby blue
Currently watching: Just finished catching up on 911 (!!!) Trying to figure out what to watch now
Spicy/savory/sweet: Sweet
Relationship status: Very single, might try dating again once I move
Current obsession: Collecting queer pulp fiction - just bought a bunch and am gonna start reading those.
Tag, you're it (no pressure): @fizzypineapplesoda @kiirotoao @greenfiend @bewilderedbuck @sleepymrshmllow @fluffyfangirl and anyone else feeling it!
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MY BRAIN IS NOT BRAINING I TELL YOU ITS FULL OF LIZZIE OLSEN AND NOW MY BRAIN IS FUNCTIONING ON THE LEVEL OF HOLY SHIT RAIL ME MOMMY.
#wanda maximoff#mommy wanda#elizabeth olsen#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x y/n#dark wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff smut#rail me#do as you please mommy#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda x fem!reader
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Head empty: Natasha in overalls working on cars with grease spots on her forehead and cheek and some on her finger tips. Her delicious toned ass on display when she bends down, her neck muscles rippling when she stretches out and that big bulge between her legs waiting for you to get down on your knees and service her after her hard and long day at work.
#daddy natasha#natasha romanoff x fem reader#natasha romanoff imagines#natasha romanoff smut#the way I want to ride her#I can suck her off all day#anything you want daddy#dark natasha romanoff#natasha x y/n
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No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.
No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.
Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.
Reblog a post so other people can see it.
Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.
Fandom cannot live on Likes or Kudos alone.
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Request here
Full pic tonight at X
#natasha romanoff#g!p natasha#beefy!nat#black widow#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanov#natasha x fem!reader#natasha x y/n#dark natasha romanoff
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EVERYONE GET ON YOUR SOCIAL MEDIAS AND START REPORTING AND BLOCKING. Please make sure to tell people about this. People are sick and we need to everything in our power too stop him.
⚠️ we need to protect scarlett ⚠️
apparently it got out that scarlett has been stalked by a freak guy from LA since august 2022. the man thinks he’s scarlett’s second child real father. he knows where she lives and she left at her house letters and other items. scarlett and her lawyer asked the court a restrictive order, but they didn’t gave to her.
report and block the guy on his socials profiles and be mindful of putting specific locations of scarlett’s next events, he stalks related fan profiles and fanpages to get as much information to reach her.
im gonna link some useful posts of scarlett’s fanpage about this news and who to report.
article link
main profile of the men other profiles of him and others
what happened to scarlett pt 2 pt 3
be mindful you guys, let’s team up to protect scarlett as much as we can. spread the word and let’s take action to report this man. stay safe out there.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov#marvel#natasha romanoff x fem reader#natasha x you#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff imagines#natasha romanoff x reader
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Pay ATTENTION!!!
Scarlett has an incredibly CREEPY stalker!!! His name is Michael Joseph Branham
He thinks that he's Cosmo's father (Scarlett's son)!! (THAT HIS SPERM MADE COSMO)
He's been stalking her since AUGUST 2022! He FOUND OUT where she lived and sent suspicious letters, letters, and kid's toy!
On November 19, 2023 he followed Scarlett's neighbor for 30 miles because he thought it was her.
Scarlett tried to enter a plea for protection, but it was DENIED because the papers never reached MJB. As a result, her temporary restraining orders were also dissolved. (They are NOT IN EFFECT ANYMORE)
Below is his social media accounts!
Here's the link for the article if anyone wants to read it!
Please make sure that we DO NOT post Scarlett's upcoming events WITH the date, time, or location!
Please be super safe! There's always creeps out there tryna do stuff like this!
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Reblog if you genuinely support asexuals
It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals
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So real and so true. I yell internally to myself telling the man to get his filthy hands off mommy
I choked. Can’t breathe. Help help help. I’ll be whatever she wants me to be. She owns me. Oh lord I’m praying to my goddess Lizzie Olsen. Need her to slap me, spit in my mouth, choke me, call me the nasty names, degrade me. I am her whore.
#mommy wanda#lizzie olsen#wanda maximoff x reader#dark wanda x reader#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff smut#wanda x fem!reader#wanda x y/n
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