Y/N is a senior in high school, she hasn't had the best life since she lost her mum when she was young. she was forced to live with her dad. she was forced into the criminal side of his life at a young age. but little does she know that she found someone that will be worth fighting for. This is based off the hard love short story from my one shots book. Will be updated every Wednesday

Mini - Series (Completed) When Vision broke Wanda's heart, you were left to heal the cracks.

21 year old Y/n just moved across the street from the Maximoffs. You are successful at a young age working for Stark Space Administration. Wanda is in a loveless marriage with Vision. For her twin boys, she stays in the marriage thinking it could work out. What happens when Wanda meets you. Will she stay in the loveless marriage? Or will she finally realize what she deserves? Warnings: ⚠️ (triggers could include; Violence/blood/death/explosions/bombs/guns/injuries/panic attacks/mass causalities/ torture, possessiveness, jealousy) please avoid chapters with ⚠️ that may obtain these triggers. There will be cliffhangers!! LOTS OF DETAILED MATURE SMUT/ Sexual content (labeled with * to show intensity) Other dark topics Female Reader (Second book I've written still practicing on my writing skills) This is a non-commercial fan work. I do not own the character Wanda Maximoff or the image used in the cover. All rights belong to Marvel and the respective creators.

The war is over. The world is quiet... but inside your home, everything has changed. You and Wanda are still standing married, in love, and stronger than ever. But the pain of losing what you both wanted has left cracks neither of you know how to fill. Grief lingers like a shadow, and love alone might not be enough to keep it at bay. Just as you begin to find your footing again, a new threat rises one that doesn't come from the battlefield, but could shatter everything you've built together. Can your love survive the weight of loss and the danger ahead, or will this be the fight that breaks you both? Warnings: ⚠️ (triggers could include; Violence/blood/death/explosions/bombs/guns/injuries/panic attacks/mass causalities/ torture, possessiveness, jealousy) please avoid chapters with ⚠️ that may obtain these triggers. This is a non-commercial fan work. I do not own the character Wanda Maximoff or the image used in the cover. All rights belong to Marvel and the respective creators. No

A series of MILF Wanda Maximoff One-shots from my AO3 LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger All 18+

"Tell me to stop," Y/N exhaled. Lizzie's fingers curled into Y/N's jacket, knuckles white against the fabric, holding on tight like she was the one barely holding it together. Her chest rose and fell, lips parting on a shaky breath, "Don't." Y/N snapped. Her mouth crashed against Lizzie's, desperate, hungry, all those weeks of built-up tension finally breaking loose between them. Lizzie whimpered into her mouth, soft and broken like she hadn't expected Y/N to kiss her like this. Y/N's hands slid into Lizzie's hair, fingers tangling deep at the roots, tilting her head back until she had no choice but to give in and let Y/N take whatever she wanted. ___ Elizabeth Olsen x Reader gxg

Y/n, a cheerful and passionate architect, is hired to redesign the Avengers compound. Wanda, still mourning Vision, sees Y/n's positivity as a frustrating distraction and avoids her as much as possible. However, Y/n's insistence on including Wanda's input forces them to work together. Wanda begins to notice Y/n's genuine kindness and depth beneath her sunny demeanor, realizing that Y/n's warmth might be exactly what she needs to mend her broken heart. Mature 18+ Possible triggers Childhood Abuse. Grief Death This is a non-commercial fan work. I do not own the character Wanda Maximoff or the image used in the cover. All rights belong to Marvel and the respective creators.

Y/n (early twenties) never expected to catch the attention of Wanda Maximoff. As a new para at Westview Elementary, your focus is on helping students, not getting involved in the lives of their parents. But when you step in to protect what you assume is a single mother being harassed, you unknowingly insert yourself into a world you have no business being in. Because Wanda Maximoff is not just a mother. She is powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable. The head of an empire built on control, feared by those who dare to cross her. She rules her world with an iron grip, destroying those who deserve it, sparing no one, except you. You should be nothing to her. Just a teacher. Just another face in the crowd. So why can't she get you out of her head? And why does it feel like, no matter how hard you try to escape her world... you're already in it? 18+ Mature sexual content *more smut/ dirtier than my other stories, a lot darker.* ⚠️⚠️ triggers. Obsession. Possessiveness. Mafia. This is an unhealthy Wanda. Toxic relationship. Sexual content/ non-consensual possibilities!! Unwanted Surveillance Stalker like behavior Torture Controlling. Violence. Physical and emotional. Blood Death This is a non-commercial fan work. I do not own the character Wanda Maximoff or the image used in the cover. All rights belong to Marvel and the respective creators.

You are in need of money and apply for an internship at Olsen International. Fortunately, you get the internship. At only twenty, you're still new to the world of corporate offices, let alone one run by Elizabeth Olsen-the kind of CEO whose name carried weight and whose gaze made people sit straighter. You spend your first month in a mix of awe and anxiety, convinced Elizabeth only calls your name when something is wrong. Elizabeth's eyes seem fo find you in every boardroom and elevator, lingering just a little longer than necessary. You assumes it is critism, scrutiny- judgement even. But little do you know, its something else entirely.

You like it?" I asked, gesturing vaguely around the room. Her eyes met mine over the flickering light, a mischievous glint in them. "The restaurant or you?" she teased. I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face. It was completely uncontrolled, a small, involuntary reaction. I usually have a perfect grasp on my every expression, every laugh, but with her, my control was beginning to slip. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to regain composure. "I was talking about the restaurant, actually. But if you want to share how hot you think I am, please do. Don't be shy."