WandaNat's girl

how it genuinely feels to have the shittiest day ever but affirming in your favor anyway:

sorry if it scared you when i liked your post as soon as you posted. i have a parasocial obsession with you

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Part 2. Art, Ink & Color Manipulation (+ some more)

Part 1. Fauna & Hybrid Mutations

Hemic Forge & Bio-Alteration

Earth, Mind & Cosmic Manipulation

Karmic & Sentient Forces

P.S. I might have added a few more while writing 😅

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"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.

- - - - - - 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝑵𝑰 - - - - - -

A hug from Wanda Maximoff feels like coming home.

She doesn’t grab—she enfolds. Her arms wrap around with this gentle completeness, like she’s trying to shield someone from the entire world and almost succeeds. She’s warm, always warmer than expected, like there’s a banked fire living just beneath her skin. that chaos magic humming through her veins radiates outward, and even without seeing the red wisps, it’s there. A subtle vibration that settles deep.

She smells like cardamom and old books. Vanilla too, if she’s been stress-baking (which is often). There’s something else underneath, harder to name—the faint tang of magic, or maybe just the specific scent of someone who runs hot, who radiates safety. Fabric softener. Warmth that lingers.

When Wanda hugs someone, she tucks her chin over their shoulder or rests her forehead against theirs. She closes her eyes. Commits fully, not distracted, not already thinking three steps ahead. Just present. Completely there.

Her sweaters are always soft—oversized and worn-in, the kind that feel like being wrapped in a blanket that whispers “i’ve got you” or “you’re okay, любов, you’re okay” in that sokovian accent that’s seen too much but chose softness anyway.

Hugging wanda feels like being seen—every messy, broken, beautiful part—and being loved regardless. Like she’s looked into the worst of it and decided it’s all worth holding onto.

It brings to mind rainy afternoons. Oversteeped tea. The weight of a quilt. That moment right before sleep when everything finally goes quiet.

A hug from Natasha Romanoff feels like being anchored.

She’s not soft about it—Nat doesn’t do anything softly, not really. Her hugs are firm. decisive. Like she’s assessed the situation and determined what’s needed is to be held together, so that’s exactly what she does. Her arms lock around with surprising strength, and there’s something grounding about it. secure. an unspoken promise that she won’t let go.

She smells like leather and clean linen. Gun oil, faint and sharp. There’s usually a hint of her shampoo—something uncomplicated, cedarwood or mint—and underneath, the ghost of whatever high-end perfume a mission required last week. But mostly she smells clean, minimal, purposeful. She learned a long time ago that scent gives things away.

Natasha doesn’t waste movement. She pulls in close, one hand between the shoulder blades and the other cradling the back of someone’s head, and holds tight. Like she’s done this for teammates bleeding out, for frightened assets, for Clint. She knows how to make a hug a promise: I’m not going anywhere.

She might not say anything at all. Words aren’t Nat’s forte when emotions run high. But if she does speak, it’s quiet and certain. “i’m here.” or “we’re okay.” or just a name, soft against hair like a vow.

Her leather jacket is cool and worn smooth in places. There’s a heartbeat underneath if someone’s close enough—steady, controlled, the rhythm of someone trained to betray nothing. But she lets it be felt anyway. that’s the intimacy of it.

Hugging Natasha feels like being protected. Like she’s calculated every threat in a three-block radius and positioned herself between them and all of it. Like for these seconds, these breaths, there’s permission to stop being strong because she’s strong enough for two.

It brings to mind the sound of a door locking. The first deep breath after surfacing from underwater. The solid thunk of a weapons case closing. Knowing someone has your six.

When they both hug someone at once, which happens more than expected because they’re secretly competitive about comfort, it’s overwhelming in the best way.

Wanda’s warmth and natasha’s certainty. magic and muscle. Soft sweater and leather jacket. Cardamom mixing with gun oil in a combination that shouldn’t work but somehow redefines safety.

Wanda whispers reassurances while Natasha just holds tighter.

Broken things can be made whole. Strength comes in different forms. Love is both the soft hand and the steady one.

Between them, it’s easier to breathe.

rb to stare at a mutual like this:

mother maximoff 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

a comic about fix-it fanfics

Genuinely made me cry, I will still kill my characters off, but with hope this time.

Headcanons: Versions of Wanda Maximoff

Notes: SFW. NSFW. Top Wanda. Bottom Wanda. Domme Wanda. Sub Wanda. Top Reader. Bottom Reader. Domme Reader. Sub Reader. Female reader. Fluffy and smutty. Let me know if you want me to do a part 2 with other versions x

➤ Mommy Wanda (southern Christian)

: ̗̀➛ She loves to brush your hair for you in the mornings, and she always gets a little smile on her face when your baby hairs show.

: ̗̀➛ As dark as her secret desires can be, she adores to see you in pretty white dresses and pretty shoes. Your softness is what has always drawn her in ever since she met you.

: ̗̀➛ She packs lunch for you every morning before you both go off to work, and due to her impeccable taste, you always enjoy every bite. Especially because whenever there's a few bites left untouched, you come face to face with her infamous head tilt.

: ̗̀➛ She loves to spoil you rotten. Each time she catches your eyes looking at something in the store for more than 5 seconds, you wind up unwrapping it a day later. And she always loves to say, "I'll buy you whatever pretty thing you want, darling. So long as I can watch you try it on and twirl in it for me."

Nsfw:

: ̗̀➛ She wants to devour you in every possible way she can. Your innocence and delicateness make her want to ensure that everybody treats you as the sweet flower that you are, and only she gets to treat you as the sinner she finds herself wanting you to be. She feels guilty for it at times. When you're fast asleep with your head on her chest, breathing as softly as a little kitten, she wants to scold herself for the things that run through her head. Your thighs on each side of her hips as you ride her, rutting and squirming as she has her lips attached to your breasts, catching glimpses of your cross necklace bouncing along your neck with your desperate rhythm. Oh, she wants you. She wants to take the sweetest parts of you and show you how sweet it can be to find a release in her. The question is, will you let her?

➤ Emo Wanda

: ̗̀➛ You were the first out of you two to confess your feelings, because no matter the fact that she was a literal telepath, she still had no idea if you felt the same way about her as she did for you.

: ̗̀➛ As bossy as she could be with her brother and Clint, you noticed that she was different when it came to pretty women. She could hardly look Natasha or Maria in the eyes for months, which made training sessions quite difficult at times. You found her shyness to be incredibly endearing, and you always get punished with a telepathically-sent-headache whenever you call her "cute."

: ̗̀➛ One of her favourite things that you do is when you play with the rings on her fingers whenever you're anxious or have missed her. Whenever you two are watching a scary movie together, you always end up taking her hand in yours and fiddle around with her rings to keep you grounded. And after she's come back from any sort of mission that lasted more than two days, you'd spend the night nuzzled into her neck with your fingers playing with her hands.

Nsfw:

: ̗̀➛ You found a thrill in Wanda that you had never found in anybody else before. Wanda was powerful, intimidating, and her rage scared you when you first met. So when you kissed her for the first time and heard a small whimper escape from her lips, you were the most turned on you had ever been. And ever since then, that desire hasn't left you, it's only grown. Each time you get to watch Wanda squirm beneath your lips with your hands gripping onto her thighs, you drown in her. You drown in her pleading and begging. She could set the world on fire with a flick of her finger, and here she is, begging you to fuck her with tears ruining her perfect eyeliner.

➤ Mommy Wanda (has the twins and ex-husband)

: ̗̀➛ You never believed that you would ever find the amount of comfort and safety in a person as you have found in Wanda. You can run to her, you can break in her arms, you can cry with her, you can sing with her, you can laugh with her, and you have never loved someone as much as you love her. And to her, you are her forever love.

: ̗̀➛ She loves nothing more than watching you play with her boys whenever they're energetic. Whether it's pillow fights, Mario Kart, splash attacks in the swimming pool, or piggy back rides, her heart fills with warmth at the sound of all your giggles.

: ̗̀➛ Baking is something that Wanda finds peace in after a stressful week at work. She loves to follow them exactly by the instructions, which is exactly why she chases you out of the kitchen everytime you steal a handful of chocolate chips or attempt to start flour fights.

: ̗̀➛ Wanda can always tell when you have something weighing you down. A simple "Sweet girl, come here. Tell me what's wrong, hm? Talk to me," will have you crumbling into her for warmth and care. And as you list every worry on your mind, she'll nod along with open ears and open arms as she brushes her fingers through your hair. And when it's over, you fall asleep against her chest to the sound of her humming her favourite lullabies.

Nsfw:

: ̗̀➛ Before you came into her life, Wanda never truly knew the extent of her desires. With Vision, it was always simple and the same. But after Wanda's first conversation with you, she knew that there were desires within her that she had never paid any attention to. And now that you're hers, now that your heart belongs to her, she makes sure that your body is well aware of who it belongs to as well. And oh, she loves to ruin you. She'll have your hands cuffed to the headboard as she thrusts herself hard and deep inside of you, and in the middle of fucking you to the point of tears, she'll give you sweet kisses and call you her sweetest girl. There's nothing that gives her more pleasure than watching your eyes fill with both adoration and tears for her. "Just like that, just like that baby. You're truly my perfect angel, aren't you?"

Heacanons: Versions of Wanda Maximoff

Notes: Domme Wanda. Top Wanda. Switch Wanda. Switch Reader. NSFW sections. Mostly SFW. Fluffy and smutty.

Part 1 over here.

➤ CEO Wanda

: ̗̀➛ When Wanda hired you to be her assistant, she knew she shot herself in the foot. But your determination to answer each of her interview questions and look her in the eye while doing so, despite the shake in your voice and hands, showed her that you were the right choice for the job. But boy, she didn't expect it to be so damn hard to keep her hands off of you.

: ̗̀➛ Your first kiss was born out of an argument in her office late one night. You didn't understand why she was being so cold to you, why she had you running around doing errands as far away from the office as possible, and why she always looked so tense and angry on those rare occasions that she looked you in the eyes. You expected to be fired as soon as you were finished letting all your words out. What you didn't expect was for her to pull you in by your blazer collar to smash her lips against yours, but once your mind caught up with what was happening, you sunk right into her.

: ̗̀➛ She loves to go shopping with you when there's a fancy work event coming up. She adores how shy you look everytime you walk out of the dressing room, and she loves getting a little kick out of getting you to spin around in the outfits for her.

: ̗̀➛ She always get concerned about the power imbalance between the two of you at work, but you always reassure her of how much you love your job, and she can't help but smile everytime she walks into her office in the mornings and finds a breakfast tray laid out for her with a cute note from you.

Nsfw:

: ̗̀➛ Your sex life with Wanda is heavily dependent on her moods after work, and honestly, you never minded that. If she's had a long day of meetings, she loves it when she gets to sink into the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and your eager mouth between her legs. If she's had a day full of disagreements and decisions she hadn't enjoyed, she loves to take her anger out on you, in a consensual way. You adore the way she grips you a little rougher and fucks into you a bit harder, and you especially adore the sound of her grunts next to your ear.

➤ Infinity War Wanda

: ̗̀➛ Ever since you and Wanda ran off to Edinburgh to live a more peaceful life, away from all the missions and the politics surrounding the accords, you two have never been happier.

: ̗̀➛ Wanda loves to take you to all the nearest cafés just to watch your eyes light up at all the bakery treats and muffins.

: ̗̀➛ You give the best massages. Which is exactly why Wanda adores it when you shower with her during her hair-dyeing process. You always help her to rinse her hair out with the most gentlest of touches, which is the sort of touch that Wanda is still getting used to and grows more attached to each day.

: ̗̀➛ With your windows and curtains wide open, you and Wanda often stay up for hours through the night, sipping on tea and coffee as you talk the night away. Sometimes you do some midnight baking or dancing, but no matter what you two do, it's always amazing when it's done with her.

Nsfw:

: ̗̀➛ Wanda has only ever wanted a normal life. Of course, sex in the bedroom could get a bit extra spicy at times, but you adore the softness of the way you two make love. There isn't a set dynamic, no domme or sub, simply two people in love who love to be all over each other. Your favourite is when the both of you ride one anothers fingers, so that you can moan into each other's mouths and orgasm together with a messy kiss.

➤ Westview Wanda

: ̗̀➛ Wanda didn't expect Thanos. Nor your new life that you apparently made for yourself during the 5 years she was missing. Nor the devastation that would rip through her because of it all. So, she did what she had to do. Instead of having a conversation with you to see if the woman she spotted you with was a coworker or wife, well, she couldn't face what the answer had a chance of being. She needed to take you.

: ̗̀➛ Every morning, you woke up to a peppy wife and the sounds of the birds chirping away at the nearby park around the corner. You never wondered why there were never any children there. You were never given the chance to wonder about anything, really.

: ̗̀➛ Your favourite part of your day was swimming with Wanda in your backward. She always looked so ravishing in her swimsuit, and you enjoyed the feeling of her eyes on you whenever you were relaxing in the pool or the hammock. You could swear you saw tears fall down her cheeks sometimes, but her sunglasses always made it difficult for you to tell. And before you could ask, you were always distracted by a kiss and a pool-side margarita.

Nsfw:

: ̗̀➛ Wanda wasn't sure how to feel about touching you while knowing what she had done. She knew that something like that was simply too far, too cruel, and too unforgivable. So, she could barely mask her surprise when you were the one to come onto her. She did a deep dive into your mind at that moment, and let out a little gasp to find your everlasting desire to touch her again like you had done all those years ago. That night, well, neither of you let up. Until the sun rose, you and Wanda were all over one another, and she was certain that during those hours, she didn't have a single ounce of control over your mind. No, that was all you. All you, your tongue, and your pure arousal for her dripping onto her thigh.