#barbie/wanda

[thesandwomen]

barbie x wanda really is peak best friends to lovers

[bobbole]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you for the tag dear @windsweptinred 💚🤍💚🤍 This is very useful to make some order in my projects :)

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Fics

Pas de deux this belongs to the flower prompt list, there are Cori 2.0 + Daniel + a waltz :)

Emotional Screening Device corinthiel. pwp :P

Wait for Nothing a Barbie/Wanda story

I hope you kept the receipt a human Corinthian/Lucienne au, the most self indulgent story in this list!

I will vanish in the morning light corinthiel au. It's one of the project I love the most

Matthew medieval poems in the kittiel au :P

Graphic&Words

House (corinthiel horror story)

You can kiss the bride (corinthiel, silly&fluff)

This Dream That One Calls Human Life (dedicated to Wanda)

Kittiel adventures

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

BARBIE/WANDA

when I started shipping it if I did: At least the last couple years. I've been simmering on this AWHILE on and off in the back of my mind.

my thoughts: I am so very normal about them:) no really, the image of Barbie as a princess and Wanda as the lady knight, going into danger and facing her fears to save her, trying to look out for her well-being and draw her out of herself - but she does it in a way that doesn't feel like a therapist, it feels like the gentle badgering and not-really-bullying of a friend, is everything to me. I love both of these characters so much and they just *work* as a unit.

What makes me happy about them: How much their relationship would be built on a foundation of genuine friendship and trust. Like, Wanda is snarky and teases Barbie as much as anybody but she also is so caring and gentle with her when she's crying over Martin Tenbones, she immediately drops everything to rush to help her even though she's shaken up herself. And Barbie travels to another state using what little money she has to do one last thing for Wanda even though she's legally not allowed to do anything to help her. They feel like peak friends to lovers to me.

What makes me sad about them: the entire original ending to Game of You. And also that there's again, SO LITTLE CONTENT OF THEM ALMOST NONE. What is it with me and the rarepairs...

things done in fanfic that annoys me: People, give me the fanfic first and then, MAYBE, we can talk. I am starving, do you hear me? There is NOTHING on AO3 and they barely even have their own tag here. I've only ever seen one other person yet besides us even talk about this as a pairing on this hellsite. Period.

things I look for in fanfic: ANYTHING. GOD ANYTHING okay. I would love to see some au fluff but also I want some exploration of the aftermath of their canon adventures and the scars it left them with and what it taught them. But honestly most of all? I want to see Barbie and Wanda still recovering and Wanda's aunt shows up because she saw the building collapse on the news, and she's all concern - but she also calls Wanda her nephew when talking to Barbie, more than once. And Barbie for once is the one to correct her. And when it keeps happening, Barbie is the one to get defensive and protective. Because Wanda usually stands up for herself but her aunt is the last family member who hasn't disowned her, and so she'll put up with more from her, to a point in the hopes that she'll come around and the desire not to lose her. But Barbie can safely defend her without that fear.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I don't have any other ships I think?

My happily ever after for them: they both live and they ride off into the sunset together, like the ending of the Telephone music video.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Wanda is the little spoon. She didn't expect this because she's the taller one, but Barbie tends to sprawl in her sleep when she's alone unlike Wanda who likes the fetal position. When she's in bed with someone however Barbie migrates to the heat source and clings. The first night Wanda ended up with Barbie wrapped around her back, warm and soft in one of Wanda's old shirts as pajamas, clutching her around the waist and snoring softly in her ear, Wanda decided this was her favorite way to go to sleep and could never go back. Also Wanda still has nightmares of being suffocated, in the dark, alone, after the building collapse, of a room with blood and a flayed corpse but they tend to come less often when someone's there. And Barbie can usually wake up and tell when Wanda starts whimpering and twitching in her sleep, so she can nudge Wanda out of the nightmare. Wanda isn't used to being the one who's held but maybe now she could be. For her part, Barbie has discovered she likes protecting people. She likes the feeling of being useful, of holding on fiercely and actually fighting for what she wants, for the people she cares for. It's something she had to get used to but a true princess must learn these things. To hold and to comfort the woman she loves, to hold fear and cold at bay...Barbie feels like a knight in shining armor and a princess at the same time. It's a feeling she likes. Also it's the least she can do after all the ways Wanda looks out for her.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching horror movies, Hallmark and Real Housewives together.

[despairoftheendless]

I NEED THEM TO KISS SO BADLY GOD PLEASE

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 | barbie!wanda

Having been a Barbie her whole life, Wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. Thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.

pairing: innocent!barbie!wanda x fem!gynecologist!reader

word count: 2054

warnings: smut (18+), not exactly a dark fic - surprisingly consensual given the circumstances, just barbie!wanda exploring her identity and being corruptibly cute

Wanda didn’t quite know what to expect when she stepped foot into the gynecology centre. It’s to learn more about your body, Natasha had said, urging her to go. The doctors there will help you. 

She hopes her doctor is nice.

.

“Name?”

“Wanda Barbara Maximoff.”

“Your queue number is 476. Please proceed to Room B when your number is shown on the screen.”

“Okay.”

.

The metal handle of the door is cold.

That’s the first thing Wanda registers when her right hand meets the shiny surface. It’s a contrast to the warm blood that flows within her body, thrumming in her veins and sliding under the surface of her supple skin.

Temperature. Texture. Telltale emotions.

It’s a whole new world, really, with a human body. Wanda certainly isn’t used to existing within one that isn’t Barbie-like. 

She can’t jump out a window and fly two floors down without breaking any bones. (You don’t want to know the story behind that.) 

She can’t walk out of the house in full-body neon pink, either. (That one can be achieved with a severe lack of others’ opinion, but Wanda gets this human thing they call ‘anxiety’.)

Change.

That’s what it’s called, experiencing new things, and that’s what this is about.

Wanda pushes down the door handle. She can do this.

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“First time?”

“Uhm, yes.”

The doctor’s back is facing Wanda, going clickety-clackety on the computer that actually works and is not made of plastic. It’s a female gynecologist, just like she requested. (Wanda loves women! She’s all for strong and independent women.) 

Wanda probably staring at the back of the doctor’s head a little too hard, but then the doctor swivels in her chair, finally turning to face Wanda, and turns out Wanda actually can’t do this anymore.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Y/N, and I’m your gynecologist.”

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(This Barbie is going through gay panic, except she doesn’t know it.)

Of all the things that could possibly happen to her, of course Wanda's gynecologist is the most attractive person she’s ever laid her eyes on.

This was not how this was supposed to go. Wanda’s brain is short-circuiting, and she has this new feeling coursing through her body that causes her heart rate to speed up exponentially. It’s new. And different. And oddly nice.

“Wanda? You alright, sweetheart?”

The blonde snaps out of it with a flushed face, snapping her jaw shut. Sweetheart? Vision – a Ken – had tried calling her that once. She didn’t like it.

Sweetheart.

Wanda decides that she likes the way you say it.

“Yep. I’m right here. Sorry.”

You get this side smile on your face for a moment, something flickering in your eyes as you stare at Wanda, and it causes the biggest shiver to run down her spine. 

Wanda’s heart is palpitating uncontrollably. If anyone heard it right now she’d probably die of embarrassment.

You pull out a stethoscope.

F***. (She learnt that word from Tony.)

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Wanda’s skin burns under your touch, as you place the medical instrument over her chest, listening keenly to her heartbeat. 

The blonde thinks she’s going to pass out, with the way you move your rolling chair over so close your legs could touch hers.

“It’s quite fast,” you murmur, your voice taking on a lower tone, and Wanda has to physically swallow before her heart breaks through the constraints of her ribcage.

“O-oh,” Wanda responds breathily, a lot higher-pitch than she had anticipated, and she swears your eyes darken just a tad bit. (She doesn’t know what that implies. But it’s kind of hot.)

“Turn around,” you continue, moving back slightly to give your patient space. Wanda releases the breath she was holding and steals all the air she can, but when your hands slide up and under the back of her shirt, all that air is lost again.

It takes every cell of Wanda’s existence not to let out a whimper when you apply pressure on the stethoscope, right above the clasp of her bra. 

That new feeling has been amplified by a thousandfold, travelling from your touch to her skin to her heart and right between her legs.

(This Barbie is experiencing lust.)

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“Alright, I’ve been informed that you’re a rather special case, Wanda,” you comment, not unkindly. “You don’t have any past medical records. So today I just want to check that everything is in good condition. We’ll do a quick pelvic exam to test your sexual and reproductive health, is that alright with you?”

Wanda doesn’t know what a pelvic test is. But she’d do anything you told her to, honestly, so she just nods.

“Okay, so you need to strip and lay down on the bed for me.”

“...Huh?”

(This Barbie is thinking dirty thoughts.)

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Wanda is clothed in a blue surgical gown. She doesn’t know whether to be thankful or disappointed for that.

All she knows is that the material is scratchy against her chest (or more specifically, her nipples are all tingly — she’s not quite sure what that means yet, but it feels strangely good), and that your gloved hands are spreading her thighs open on the operating bed.

Her feet meet the stirrup supports at the end of the bed, knees falling open, and the way you move your rolling chair between her legs in a swift motion has Wanda questioning how she ever entertained the idea of liking Kens.

Your hands run down the expanse of her thighs — probably a little longer than you should have, not that Wanda’s complaining — and your gaze locks on the pinkish bareness of Wanda’s pussy.

The reaction is instinctive, non-commital, subconscious. “Uhm,” Wanda whines, trying to close her thighs. She squirms under your inspective gaze, biting into her lip and trying to shift away from the grip of your gloved hands.

She’s so bare, so open, so vulnerable. But that’s not what scares her. It’s the fact that she doesn’t mind, not around you.

You seem to catch wind of this, and don’t release your grip on her thighs. 

Wanda stares at you with her heart hammering in her chest. Wide-eyed and flushed. The pulse grows from her chest to between her legs and that’s never happened before.

“Sweetheart,” you murmur, very softly, and Wanda melts like putty in your arms.

Her knees fall open again.

.

The rest of the examination goes somewhat smoothly.

Save for the embarrassing little squeaks Wanda makes when you peer a little too closely at her cunt, it’s not too bad. 

She knows you’re discerning possible signs of swelling and soreness or something along those medical lines Wanda is hardly an expert in, but what’s more concerning is the warm liquid pooling in her lower belly.

Wanda’s never felt like this before, especially not as a Barbie, especially not this vividly.

When that warmth spreads to the tip of her folds, threatening to emerge on its surface, Wanda’s breath catches in her throat. She doesn’t know what it means that she’s going to be wet.

“All done,” you comment, leaning back, and Wanda’s legs snap shut just as her pussy grows damp, for the first time.

Crisis averted.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, almost sadistically, watching her reaction with an amused look. “That’s just the external visual exam. The second part of the pelvic exam is where I get down to the real stuff, yeah? I’m going to have to put my fingers inside you.”

(This Barbie is dangerously close to passing out from skyrocketing levels of libido.)

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“I normally use lubricant on my gloved fingers for my patients, but I have a feeling you won’t need it,” you comment dryly, casually tugging off your surgical gloves and tossing them into the trashcan.

Wanda is too embarrassed to respond. Her face is flushed, her nipples are extra tingly, and her pussy is thoroughly soaked at this point. 

And you’re just there, sitting between her legs with your hands on her thighs, a very badly hidden smirk on your face.

She kind of wants to slap your dirty mouth. Or maybe kiss it.

“This is a speculum,” you announce, pulling out a metal-hinged tool. “And I’m going to use it to keep your pretty pussy open. Make sure you don’t close up on me again.”

Wanda squeals at your choice of words, slapping your arm in embarrassment. At this point, there’s hardly a need for professionalism, but she’s still not used to the whole thing.

You let a laugh slip from your lips, thoroughly enjoying yourself as you put the medical instrument in place. Wanda’s so pretty, so innocent. 

A more sensual look takes over your features when you’re greeted with the sight of her glistening cunt again. Precious.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

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“Oh!” The high-pitched noise Wanda makes when two of your fingers push inside her pussy is downright filthy. 

The sensations of your warm fingers bounce all around Wanda’s body and the room. It’s only your fingertips, and you’ve barely moved at all, but Wanda’s slick is dripping and she’s already stimulated like she’s never been before.

“More,” Wanda whines, bringing her hips up, urging you to continue. You press her down by the lower belly, your warm spreading out over her skin.

“This is an examination,” you state, no room for question. Your eyes narrow, and Wanda gulps. “We’re doing it how I like it.”

The blonde looks up at you with those doe-green eyes, pouting adorably, before nodding obediently. She’s been so busy ruling Barbieland that relinquishing all that power for once might certainly be pleasant.

You continue to slowly slide your two fingers in her cunt, and Wanda lets out a whimper. Her body moves with your touch like you’re her puppeteer, but maybe she needs it because this feeling is so, so new.

“Feels s’good,” she gasps, and you want to chastise her because it technically isn’t supposed to feel good, but you see the dizzied look on Wanda’s pretty little face and you relent.

It definitely isn’t the first time you’ve had your fingers in a woman, so your practiced fingers curl with expert ease to find her sweet spot. “Oh!” Wanda moans, louder, lithe body arching on the operation bed.

“Shit,” you swear, fingers curling again so you can see that exact reaction. You start to move, faster, harbouring this carnal desire to make Wanda scream and beg.

She’s so innocent, so corruptible, so easy. 

Sooner than later, you’re bent over Wanda’s body on the bed, wrist hammering in and out of her sweet pussy, finding all the spots that make her weak.

“Pretty girl,” you pant, biting hickeys into collarbone and her breasts. Her blonde locks are splayed out on the pillow, body shaking with each thrust, eyes screwed shut in pleasure, and it’s the most breathtaking sight you’ve ever chanced upon.

You memorise every stroke that makes her arch, every spot that makes her whine — perks of being a gynecologist, you supposed — you find your way around her body like it’s child’s play, and all too soon Wanda’s nearing a hypothetical edge.

“I think- I think I’mna pee,” Wanda cries, clawing at your wrist because the feeling is too much. She can hardly think, at the sheer pace and ferocity of which you were taking her cunt.

“Ever heard of a clitoris?” you question breathlessly, still pummeling your wrist into her soaked pussy. Wanda’s dripping, actually dripping. If she thought she was wet before, she was now soaking the sheets.

“Wh-what?” she responds, equally as breathless. Her mind was all fuzzy, barely registering your question.

“It’s this,” you add, bringing your thumb to harshly press against her swollen and puffy clit.

Wanda screams.

(This Barbie reaches another plane of existence with fantastical pleasure.)

.

It turns out Wanda is a ‘squirter’. She doesn’t know what the implications of that are. 

“Do I need to come back next week?” Wanda asks innocently, knowing full well gynecologist visits only needed to be scheduled once a year. She’s perched on the edge of the bed, back in her clothes.

“Definitely,” you respond, scanning over the test results calmly, like you hadn’t just made Wanda squirt twice in less than thirty minutes. 

“Doctor’s orders?” Wanda asks playfully, purposefully batting her lashes when you look up from your computer.

You don’t bother hiding the chuckle that leaves your lips at her antics. “Yeah, doctor’s orders.”

a/n: you do not want to know how many health sites i visited to learn about pelvic exams and gynecology. | main m.list

[tessabennet]

I couldn’t help myself

Barbie movie MCU edition

[fandomfoundmyart]

redraw of dream from that one panel in a game of you (? not sure if that's the right one)

[hikiclawd]

average barbie movie fans:

original under the cut

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 733

Agatha to Y/N: “Look at me”

Agatha: “Now look at her” *points to Wanda*

Agatha: “It’s a difficult decision, but who do you trust mor-“

Y/N: “-The first one. Wanda. I choose her”

Agatha: “No, you’re supposed to choose me. We’ll do a redo.”

Y/N: “But-“

Agatha: “You’re choosing me? Great!”

[yelenaslightchangeofplan]

she's just a barbie girl living in a sitcom barbie world she accidentally hexed in order to deal with her trauma

[coriandercrickets]

They were caught being too silly

[writing-for-life]

A Game of You—Shawn McManus

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

*Jolts up and grabs you by the collar, urgency and panic in my voice as I try to tell you my vision before the morphine overtakes my system once again* BARBIE/WANDA SAN JUPERINO AU BARBIEWANDA SAN JUPERINO AU!!!!!

God. Yes

Barbie is going to a gay bar for the first time and she's feeling shy...until she meets another young woman in the gay club, a tall, pretty redhead called Wanda.

They flirt and dance and talk all night although when they're about to kiss, Wanda panics and flees. Hurt, Barbie avoids her the next time she sees her again, but Wanda finally meets her to apologize, and confess she was afraid of Barbie rejecting her if she found oht she was trans. They end up making out in a car in the most shadowy part of the back row of a deserted drive in movie theater. In the afterglow, Barbie admits she used to be married, but no longer is.

They meet a few more times but then it's Wanda's turn to pull away. Flash to the real world and we find out Barbie ended up in San Junipero after a failed suicide attempt left her paralyzed when she found out her husband Ken, was cheating on her, with her best friend who she'd had a secret crush on too, just to drive the knife in deeper. But she had survived, and when San Junipero was created she immediately wanted to escape there, so she did.

Wanda goes and visits Barbie in the care center, in person. Both of them in the real world are old, and Wanda didn't get to transition until much later. In the process she lost her wife. Later she met her husband and they lived happily together for over 20 years but he died too suddenly for his consciousness to be uploaded to the system. Hence, why Wanda has visited but never wanted to stay in San Junipero.

The doctors explain to Wanda that Barbie is starting to show signs of the early stages of dementia and they have to upload her now or risk losing her mind entirely. Barbie requested shortly before to be euthanized so she could go live in San Junipero permanently. So they do, but Wanda still hesitates on whether she wants to be put in permanently.

Then one day she doesn't show up for the meeting. Barbie waits at their favorite drive in, at the bars, but no Wanda.

In the present, the "real world", Wanda finds an old note from her long lost husband who said that he wants Wanda, but more than anything he just wants to see her happy, even if she hadn't chosen him.

And soon one day when Barbie is at the beach, she sees a familiar figure coming towards her. They begin running towards each other and hug. Wanda decided in the end to upload herself. Now she and Barbie can live in San Junipero, forever.

[hoolay-boobs]

❤️ 🌹This Barbie is A Witch 🌹❤️

The original Weird Barbie

[sandmanfemslashfans]

The Sandman Femslash Moodboards

Barbie/Wanda 💕

[thesandwomen]

Various Sandwomen Rated on Biting Ability

Look…I’m fully aware this is stupid lmao.

Barbie: 3/10. She’d give it a terrific go, but I don’t think she’d do very well. Sorry, love.

Delirium: 10/10. She’s the youngest of seven! You’d best believe she will gnaw your arm down to the bone.

Johanna: 7/10. She runs pretty cold, but she’s got this feral edge too, which I think is a great combination.

Comic!Death: 7/10. She gives me “older sibling who plays DIRTY during fights” vibes.

Show!Death: 5/10. If required, sure. But it’s not her forte.

Wanda: 6/10. She’s a New York City girl! You do what you gotta do to survive.

Despair: 5/10. As with show!Death, I think she could if the situation really required it. However, I don’t think it’s her first instinct. Some of the comic artists do draw her with very impressive teeth though, so I’m happy to reconsider.

Lucienne: 8/10. SHE USED TO BE A BIRD OKAY?? Caw caw motherfuckers.