But I don't want them to heal. I want them to stay bitter and sour and angry. I want them to choose revenge over letting go every time. I want to see glimpses of hope, of peace, of a future that is better for everyone and I want them to choose wrong. I want them to refuse to regret that choice, no matter how much it hurts, no matter who it hurts. I want them to succeed in their vengeance and look back and think, even after everything, "It was worth it. I did what I had to do." I'm tired of characters choosing peace and healing and love. Choose hate and anger and pain, and inflict on every person who ever hurt you.
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These fuckers won't stop appearing on my farm
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Mommy Wanda who forces you to take her strap by pulling on your leash >>>
The collar choking you while she stays still, your pussy clenching around the strap as you begin to slide back onto it, forcing yourself to relax.
"That's right, fuck yourself on my strap, darling."
"See? That wasn't so difficult was it? You need to learn to trust mommy."
"Good girl, cum for mommy. Cum for me while fucking yourself on my strap."
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Sins of Pleasure
Nun Wanda Maximoff x Inmate GN! Reader (Drabble)
Warnings: Smut. Shameless Smut. Oral (W recieving)
18+ MINORS DNI
Since Y/N was placed in a high security prison for psychopaths and murderers, the cell block's Nun, Sister Maximoff had taken quite a liking to the newest inmate. She would enter their cell of a morning, telling the guards to clear the floor for prayer time.
So like clock work, she entered Y/N's cell, closing the door and sliding the peephole shut.
"Are you ready for prayer?" She asked them with a smirk. They just nodded as they rose to the feet as she hiked up her skirt. "On your knees." She ordered them. She loved how they complied to her every instruction. Making it impossible to feel guilt about going against the oath she took when she first joined the convent.
They licked their lips at the sight of her already soaked underwear. Watching as she pulled them down her silky smooth legs. They could smell her arousal like a rabid animal. Already getting aroused themselves at the sight of her dripping folds.
"Now, be a good little brat and use that pretty mouth of yours." She told them. They didn't need telling twice as they dove right in. Licking a strip through her folds, as she held on to the wall behind where Y/N knelt. "Oh Father forgive me." She moaned as they inserted a finger into her gaping hole. Thrusting at a steady pace. "For I have sinned." She almost screamed when they teeth grazed her sensitive bud as they inserted a second finger. "And I keep on sinning." She gasped when Y/N had hit her G-spot. "I crave for sins of the flesh." She held her breath as she felt herself nearing the edge. "Like the forbidden fruit of Eden."
Y/N continued to work as Wanda was a moaning mess, barely able to continue her prayers, holding in the screams that wanted to escape as she came, Y/N cleaned up every drop before Sister Maximoff stepped away, gripping their jaw.
"Next time, I may need more than that tongue and your fingers." She told them breathlessly as they helped her put her underwear back on, rising to their feet as Wanda still held their jaw. Kissing them roughly, forcing her tongue through their mouth before she sucked on their tongue. Pulling away harshly before leaving a horny Y/N behind to sort themselves out.
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thinking about peter listening to the most dramatic soul crushing music outloud while everyone around him grows more and more concerned.
they all use discord and peter has his spotify connected, so they see the songs he listens to throughout the day and natasha is more than concerned when she catches him listening to mitski while doing his calculus homework— she’s ready to offer some sort of.. comfort, but peter just grins at her and seems totally fine— happy even, it’s unnerving.
peter happily working away in the lab with his “swinging around nyc at four am on an empty stomach while the sound of the rain overwhelms my senses and i am mid or post breakdown.” playlist and tony walks in and starts looking up therapist offices immediately after.
wanda and him make playlists together all the time so she’s accustomed to his music and taste, but every so often she see’s a song and has to fight the urge to hug him.
steve doesn’t know any of the songs peter listens to, he decided to look at the few public playlists peter has and is at sams door hours later asking if “spotify is a call for help?”
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