#arsonist!wanda

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Moths To A Flame

Summary: Being a detective wasn't easy in New Jersey. It becomes even harder when you're tasked with capturing demons, witches, and other supernatural beings. Juggling that herculean task leaves your love life high and dry. Despite this, your friends encourage you to find a partner. That leap of faith lands you the perfect girlfriend, but what if that protection is only an illusion?

Warnings: dark themes, manipulation, tracking, obsession, possessive behavior, gore, blood, organs, gentle kidnapping (?), Stockholm Syndrome, smut, afab reader (no gendered terms), pet names (baby, puppy), fingering, brief orgasm denial, rough sex, gentle sex, pet play, mommy kink, strap on use

Author's Note: this shit took nine billion years but I'm so proud of myself :)

Being a detective meant you had to be ready for everything. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, sometimes you'd have to drop everything for the sake of justice. Working with regular everyday criminals was one thing, but it became even harder when you were up against the supernatural and occultists. That often meant you'd be forced to cut a date short or leave the house at odd hours, a combination that certainly wasn't ideal for many relationships. You were fine with that. Your job was important and you weren't selfish enough to demand someone stay by your side despite how little time you had for them.

Your friends on the other hand were less okay with that revelation. No matter how many times you reminded them of your undateable schedule, they signed you up for dating apps and websites without care.

Sometimes it was "Everybody needs somebody!'" as Monica would insist. She was always the romantic one among your friends. Other times, you'd get a much more practical "I can't keep coming over here to patch your ass up and cook you." from Sam. There was nothing you could do to get any of them off your case besides get a girlfriend so you just decided to let them have their fun.

Now you were a little upset you let them do it.

After a few days of humoring her flirtatious texts and eventually trading phone numbers, you landed yourself a date with one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. Her fiery red hair and serene emerald eyes pulled you in with ease. The way she spoke to you had you wrapped around her fingers in only a matter of days. Just the sound of her smooth, sultry voice made goosebumps rise over your skin. For a moment, you were worried you'd fallen for a siren.

Now that she was sitting just arm's length away, you were sure she wasn't. Wanda was just a really pretty woman.

"What, never seen a pretty girl before?" Wanda asked with an amused smile. She noticed you were staring on the car ride here. It was adorable. You were so easy to tease and fluster.

"Not one as pretty as you," You said without thinking. It wasn't until Wanda started laughing that you even registered what you said. "I- Sorry, I'm just not…I'm not used to dates and stuff like that." A blush covered your face in a matter of seconds. Your hands nervously played with the fork on the table to distract yourself.

Wanda rested her hand on top of yours and leaned in to whisper in your ear. "If you keep playing your cards like this, we might have to leave here a little earlier than intended." She placed a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning back in her seat. A proud smirk covered her features, the exact opposite of the bashful smile on yours.

Controlling your heart rate during the rest of the date was near impossible. Your only saving grace was the waiter coming by with your food. Even that didn't stop Wanda from teasing. She saw it as more of a reason to do it. Wanda had already taken the lead by ordering for you but continued to dominate you subtly just in case you didn't catch the hint.

The final nail in the coffin was when it was time to pay. When you reached into your pocket to pay for it, your wallet was mysteriously gone.

"What? I swear I put it in here…" You glanced up at Wanda to find your wallet sandwiched between two of her fingers. "How did you do that? I felt it in my pocket until a second ago." It was like magic. Not as grand and chaotic as the one you encountered on your job, but certainly had an air of mystery. You would've sensed it by now if she was.

Wanda winked and tossed you your wallet. "You seem like the chivalrous type, it was just a precaution." She reached across the table for your hand and squeezed it gently. "I couldn't let you drive me all the way here and pay for our food. That's just unfair."

The drive to Wanda's apartment was dead silent. Not that you two had run out of things to talk about, but because Wanda's teasing persisted and you were worried you'd crash the car.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you safely parked in front of Wanda's apartment. It seemed much bigger now that it was dark. "Um, tonight was fun and I appreciate you for inviting me out." The words left your mouth in a rushed haze as Wanda began to play with the strands of your hair next to your ear.

"Well, I was thinking we could take our little party up to my room and keep it going." Wanda's hand cupped your chin and forced you to face her. "That's only if you want to, sweetness." Her thumb rubbed over your bottom lip. "If you're too needy, I could always take you right here."

Just the thought made you wet. "Um, I- Public sex is a misdemeanor, your bedroom is much better." Wanda's amused giggle made your ears burn. You were thankful she thought everything you did was cute. Your fun fact earned you a kiss on the cheek before Wanda got out of the car and led you toward her apartment building. You could tell it was expensive from the outside, but just getting to the elevator made you feel like some cheap peasant.

Wanda didn't give you much time to lament about your financial situation because she pounced on you the second the elevator door closed.

Wanda wasted no time exploring your mouth. Her tongue wrapped around yours and sucked to her heart's content. "Fuck, you have no idea how long I've wanted to touch you like this." Her arms snaked around your waist to keep you still. The stiffness of your body would've been adorable if she wasn't trying to strip you naked. "Relax, we're going straight to the penthouse floor with no interruptions," She whispered into your ear before kissing the side of your neck.

Just as you began to give in to Wanda's seduction, you caught on. "Did you say penthouse?" You glanced behind Wanda and saw the biggest apartment you'd ever seen. "Oh my god, you live here by yourself?" You slowly stepped out of the elevator in awe.

Wanda grabbed you by your collar and guided you to her bedroom. She has you pinned up against the door in a matter of seconds. Your questions about her house were quickly muffled by your pathetic whining. Her hands began to explore your body excitedly. She grabbed your ass and was surprised to feel some strange hardness. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She asked teasingly.

You cleared your throat nervously and pulled out the object in your pocket. "It's just my badge, I keep it on me in case I get called out." The words die in your mouth as you watch Wanda carelessly toss it to the side. You leaned forward to get it only to be pushed back against the wall. "I need to be able to find that in the morning, what if-"

Wanda cut you off with another kiss and began unbuttoning your shirt. "And I'll help you find it if you need it. Just focus on me right now. Pretty please?" It was like she got prettier every time you looked at her. Her lips are quick to cover any newly exposed skin in kisses. It takes so much self-restraint not to litter your skin with bite marks and hickeys, but she pacifies the desire by just lightly nibbling on your skin. "You sure know how to dress nice."

Your brain is far too clouded with lust to form a proper response. Instead, your brain focused on the way she slowly began unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your underwear. The skin of your thighs isn't given the same leeway as your stomach and they're littered with bruises in a matter of seconds. "Ah, you're rough!"

Wanda chuckled darkly. "Something tells me you like it that way." Two of her fingers ran down your slit and were immediately covered in your slick. She eased one of them inside of your cunt and started at an agonizingly slow pace. "I know you wanna be fucked senseless baby, but I gotta stretch out this little hole of yours first." A satisfied hum escaped her lips as you began mindlessly grinding against her. All it took was a little praise and you were hers to keep.

Another one of her fingers slipped into your hole and she spread them apart. She could feel your walls fluttering already. "Poor baby. You need to cum?" A proud smirk spread across her lips. Watching you hold off an orgasm was the cutest thing ever. You squirmed and whined while biting your hand, but none of it worked. The second her fingers rubbed against that spongy patch of nerves inside of you, you were done for. "There we go, let it out."

You shuddered and whimpered helplessly as Wanda's fingers continued to make a mess of your hole. Every word you tried to speak left your mouth in a string of broken moans. "Ah, right, that's- that's enough," You whispered with all the firmness of a tired kitten.

Eventually, Wanda pulled away and helped you stand upright. "Oh sweetness, I hope you didn't think that's all I had planned for you." She forced her fingers into your mouth. "Good little detectives like you deserve a reward, don't they?"

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The adventures of last night left your body aching. Wanda's self-restraint whittled away the more opportunities you gave her to use your body. The love bites littering your chest was proof enough. You rarely got the chance to bottom and even then no one had ever spoiled you that much before. It was like a dream come true.

But of course, you had a job to do and that always came before romance.

"Hello," You said into the phone without checking the caller ID.

"Hey, uh, how fast can you get to Upper Montclair?" Monica asked nervously.

"Monica?" You immediately got out of bed and looked outside the window. "About half an hour. What's the problem?" The search for your badge and clothes was frantic and quickly proved to be unsuccessful. At least your shoes were where they should've been.

"There was a fire in one of the condos up here."

You stopped your search. "A fire? Monica, that's the fire department's job, not ours."

"If it was just a fire I wouldn't have called you! There are these weird symbols in the ashes and Jimmy doesn't want any of the guys touching anything without you here."

You sighed and continued looking for your clothes. "Alright, tell the guys I'll be down there in a half hour…if I find my clothes that is." You grumbled as you searched underneath the bed. Monica's excited gasp almost made you drop your phone. "I'll tell you everything when there are no magic fire runes to deal with, okay?" You hung up the phone.

After nearly twenty minutes of aimless searching, you found your clothes neatly folded and your badge freshly shined on top of the dryer. You put them on in a rush and made your way toward the elevator.

Just as you pushed the button to go down, the elevator opened. "You're back," You said as your eyes trailed down to the bag of food in Wanda's hand. "And you brought breakfast…god I'm so sorry." You were disappointed in yourself. Whether it was because you were about to break Wanda's heart or because you weren't fast enough to avoid her you aren't sure. "Last night was really fun, but- but I can't just hang up on work. I promise I'll make it up to you when I have the time."

The corners of Wanda's mouth flicked upwards in what you thought would be a sad smile. "Hey, it's alright. You told me last night, I just wish I left a bit earlier." She handed you one of the bags in her hands. "Just eat up and call me when you have the time. We'll work out a second date later." Wanda affectionately pinched your cheek before going to the kitchen.

You were shocked. Most people weren't as understanding when it came to your random work calls. It was a first. Not only that, you had a second date. That realization didn't even hit you until you pressed the first-floor button. Your first second date with a girl. "Thank you for last night!" You said excitedly just as the elevator closed.

Your head was so far in the clouds, you almost forgot about the grim scene waiting for you.

As the smell of ash and smoke filled your lungs, you began dreading the investigation ahead of you. Something strong had been in the area, you could feel it in your gut. Magic and murder mixed quite often in New Jersey. It didn't matter if it was the pretty mansions or the overcrowded apartment complexes downtown. Blood sacrifices, demon summonings, and generational curses. You'd seen it all, but none of it had ever been as professional as what lay in front of you. For one, the fire didn't jump. Even though there was less than a foot of space between the condos, only one had been destroyed. The one still standing didn't even have ash on it.

"Well, this was certainly personal." You began taking photos of the runes and rubble. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you put on the latex gloves Monica handed you. "Do we have any casualties?"

"One dead and one injured but all other tenants escaped unharmed." Monica was one of your closest friends. She knew how you worked better than anyone at your station. Working with her was the easiest thing in the world. "Vision and Tony Stark. I tried talking to Tony but I think he's still in a state of shock. That and he looks sick, but not burned. I think you should check him out before anything."

You looked over at the ambulance. Sitting out the back was a man not much older than yourself. His hair had streaks of fading brown and the bags under his eyes seemed exaggerated by the looming cloud of dread. "Okay, I need you and Jimmy to search for anything magical while I try talking to Tony." You took the sunglasses hanging off your shirt collar and put them in Monica's face. Enchanted glasses always came in handy when working with the nonmagical.

You grabbed a bag out of your car. It was full of herbs and potions. If Tony wasn't burned, it was likely he was feeling the side effects of whatever spell that was meant for his brother.

"Hello, I'm Detective L/N." You stuck out your hand for the other man to shake.

"James Stark, his husband, but Rhodey is fine." Rhodey shook your hand firmly. His face was tense. "We're not going to be much use, just got here ten minutes ago and Tony hasn't spoken a word."

You nodded. "Well, I did come to ask questions, but part of my job is making sure everyone on the scene is safe. I just want to make sure your husband isn't suffering from any spells or curses." You placed your bag down and gestured towards Tony "May I?" When Rhodey gave you his approval you began your inspection immediately.

Fortunately, you weren't working against anything too crazy. You couldn't figure out what exactly caused it, but it wasn't difficult to undo. Slowly, the paleness in Tony's face faded away.

"Please come by the station as soon as possible for questioning, but there's no rush at all." You pulled a contact card out of thin air. "Don't hesitate to call me if you have any questions or concerns."

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Tracking down witches was never easy. It was even harder to do on an empty stomach. The easiest way to combat that was to track down witches in a local diner. You, Monica, Darcy, and Jimmy were all regulars at May's Diner. The four of you spent countless hours in the booth writing up reports and putting together information. That or you'd just spend hours eating your frustrations away. Today it seemed to be the second.

"I'm stomped. This doesn't look like any of the symbols in this book," Darcy complained while nibbling on a french fry.

You groaned and closed the book in front of you. "I got nothing either." With Tony still sick and the runes undeciphered, the investigation was already at a standstill. This was already starting to get a little difficult but you were determined to keep pushing.

"Cheesecake for the lead detective."

You shook your head and immediately handed the plate back to the waitress. "Pete, tell your aunt to stop giving us free dessert every time she thinks we need to take a break. I'll lose all my teeth at this rate."

The young man frowned as he put the plate back on the table. "We both know she's never gonna do that, but this is just for you. The lady at the cash register bought it." He tilted his head in the direction of the registrar.

It was Wanda.

You didn't even sense her entering the diner. "Fuck, oh my god. Thank you, Peter." You quickly took off your jacket and smoothed down your shirt before leaving the booth. "Hey, Wanda. How's it going?" The expression on her face was unreadable. Was she upset with you or just happy to see you?

Wanda's hand immediately reached out to cup your face. Your cheek fitted perfectly in her hand as she began to caress it. "You didn't call me last night and I was worried you got hurt." She said teasingly, but there was a twinge of bitterness in the way she spoke. "I see now you were just exploring your options." She frowned as she shyly played with your fingers.

God, she could pull at your heartstrings sometimes.

It broke your heart to see Wanda upset. "Hey, it's not like that at all," You whispered. You gave her hand a firm squeeze and stood closer. "I got a little hyper-focused on it and haven't been thinking about much else." Explaining yourself seemed to make Wanda feel a little better but you wanted to make sure she was okay. "Are you free tonight? I have to go back to the station soon and clock out, maybe we can go out afterward?"

Wanda hummed. "Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't end up leaving before breakfast this time." She stuck out her pinkie finger.

You laughed and wrapped your pinkie around Wanda's. "I promise to stay until breakfast." It was childish, but a promise was a promise and those couldn't be broken easily.

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As the investigation dragged on, things began to heat up in more ways than one. The cool breezes of spring had disappeared and the bold flames of summer started to lap at your skin. Wanda was becoming a much more constant part of your life. Most importantly, Tony was starting to recover.

Though it wasn't a part of your job to do so, you decided to keep tabs on Tony. His recovery was integral to the case. He was your only key witness and you couldn't afford to lose him. This meant you'd occasionally have to make sporadic, late-night calls with Rhodey to keep up with them.

"The doctor says he's experiencing a bit of brain fog and that could take months for him to get over, but I think he's good enough to answer a few questions."

That wasn't the best news to hear, but it was something. "Well, I still need to take emotional distress into account so I'll give it another few days before questioning him." It was around eleven pm when Rhodey had called but it didn't feel right letting it go to voicemail. Rhodey had enough on his plate taking care of his husband and running a business, the last thing he needed was for you to be flaky in your communication. "I must ask, how are you feeling going through all of this?"

Rhodey sighed. "I don't have any reason to think this, but I'm just worried someone is going to come after Tony next. It's just unsettling." The unrest was heavy in voice.

You nodded along. "I understand. If you find anything that even remotely suggests that, just call me and I'll do my best to have you both out under witness protection. Please try to rest easy, for all three of us." You and Rhodey talked for nearly an hour. It would have been longer if a familiar pair of lips hadn't begun attacking your neck. "It's getting late — ah— I'll call you later this week." Rhodey's goodbye fell on deaf ears as Wanda continued staking her claim.

How did she always manage to sneak up on you?

"You said you wouldn't leave," Wanda said with a heavy pout. Her hand slipped underneath your sleep shorts and headed straight for your crouch. It cupped the warmth between your legs and hummed. "Does my little worry detective need help to get back to bed?"

A blush spread across your face as Wanda began to grope your thigh. "I was coming back to bed, I just had to take a call." You desperately tried to collect the files you spread out across the table. "Let me clean up and I'll come back right after."

Wanda's eyes landed on one of the photographs that landed on the floor. She let go of you and immediately picked it up. Her face immediately fell. "Do you know what this stands for?" Wanda asked, pointing to the symbol in the photo. The features on her face turned to stone.

You took the photo from Wanda and glanced over it. "Uh, no actually it's had me stomped for weeks." You slipped the photo back into the folder and stacked it neatly on the table. "Don't worry though, my witness is healthy again so I'll be able to move forward just fine!" Wanda's serious expression was lost on you. Cases got slow sometimes. There was no way for Wanda to know that but you didn't want her worrying about you too much. "Why don't we go back to bed, yeah?"

Wanda grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around. "I'm gonna tell you something and I need you to listen to me every step of the way." She dragged you to the bedroom and forced you to sit down. Once you settled down, she bolted over to her closet and began shuffling things around.

You were endeared at first. You thought Wanda had a book she thought would help or maybe she even recognized the symbol. If that had been the case, it would've been helpful. Maybe even a little cute. It only took one metallic click for your thoughts to change. "What are you looking for?" You asked nervously.

There was something magical in Wanda's closet. You could feel it. Something older and much more powerful than you. Just being in its presence was suffocating. It was almost nauseating.

Wanda pulled out a book. It was heavy and covered with dust and runes you could never begin to understand. "I know you probably don't believe in this kinda stuff but my mom used to tell me this story about a witch." The book was huge, but she held it with ease. She opened it to reveal a drawing with a tall woman surrounded by magical symbols that were foreign. "That was a symbol of the Scarlet Witch."

The evil radiating from the was practically suffocating you. "What- who is the Scarlet Witch? I've never heard anything like that before in my life." Terror had overtaken your entire body, but you didn't want to back down. It was the first actual lead you had. "I mean like, obviously she's a witch but what kind?"

Wanda watched your facial expressions carefully. You leaned away from her like something was going to jump out of the book and grab you. She just giggled and cupped your face. "It's late so I won't scare you, but just promise you'll be safe going forward. Okay?" She placed a kiss on the top of your head and got up to put the book away.

You sent a text to Darcy about what Wanda told you. Though you tried your hardest to act unaffected by the story, the tight grip you had on Wanda while you slept was a dead giveaway.

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"I was doing some research on what you sent me the other day and I'm about to completely ruin you guys' weekend." Darcy placed the large stack of files on your countertop. "I did organize all of them from oldest to newest and put some notes in there but the three of you are gonna have to read all of this."

Sometimes cases got too graphic to be studied in May's Diner and the only other option was to board up in someone's house until all of you made a breakthrough. Since you were the only one with enough food in your fridge and counter space for everyone to work, it usually ended up being your house.

A heavy sigh escaped through your nostrils. "Alright, well let's get this going." You grabbed the file off the very top and opened it. Most of the magic identification was left up to you but Jimmy, Monica, and Darcy took care of profiling and other things. The cases became more and more disturbing, but you swallowed the fear and kept pushing for the sake of justice. If all of these cases had been done by one person, they needed to be caught.

But the longer you kept researching, the more strange things started to occur. Every case you studied came with another wave of nearly unexplainable sleepiness and no amount of cold water or coffee shook it. Then you'd catch glimpses of someone staring at you through your window. Your vision would blur and your ears would ring at random. You worried someone in your neighborhood was playing with magic, but you would've detected it if they were this close.

Then, someone knocked at your door. You all turned to look at each other.

"Did y'all order anything?" You asked. Everyone shook their heads and you got up to open the door. You didn't know why, but you felt sick to your stomach. Something was wrong. Your heart pounded in your ears with every step you took. Everything moved slowly.

Only for no one to be at your door. The street was empty and dead quiet. Not even your neighbors were up. Except for the mysterious plastic bag sitting on your porch. Hesitantly, you picked it up and brought it to the counter in front of everyone.

"This feels wrong." You said, eyeing the bag in front of you. There was no smell or markings on it, but it made your skin crawl. It set off so many alarm bells in your head. "Someone else should open it."

Everyone's fingers touched their nose at the same time.

Jimmy clocked his tongue. "It could be nothing. Maybe some door dash driver dropped it off. It could be a neighbor's!" He always tried to be reasonable even in the most senseless situations. Even when he was just as irrational as the rest of you.

"You open it then!"

Jimmy stepped back. "I didn't say we had to open it. I just said we could give it to the neighbors."

Monica grabbed a pencil from the counter and threw it at the bag. "It's not an animal…or at least it's a dead one."

You huffed out and headed to your bathroom to get a pair of latex gloves. "Fine, I'll open it. Either it's nothing and I'm crazy or it's something and I'm calling the station." The confidence in your voice didn't match the growing sickness in your stomach. You walked back to the counter and slowly untied the knot in the bag. The brown box inside had a note attached to it. "Your heart should only beat for me…heart emoticon." You could feel bile rising in your throat. The ink didn't look right. It was a weird faded red color and pooled in seemingly random places.

All that was left to open was the box. You carefully took it out of the paper bag and placed it on the space of your counter. Your eyes instinctively closed as you removed the lid of the box. A distinct smell of blood hit your nose. It was worse than anything you could have imagined.

A still beating heart with your name and badge number burned into it.

"Call the station, call the station!" You shouted as you slammed the lid back on.

It had taken about ten minutes for the police to arrive at your house. In that time, both you and Monica had thrown up and Jimmy had gone into a panicked fit pacing around your house trying to find signs of an intruder that didn't exist. All four of you were forced to sit outside while other officers searched your home and tapped it off.

You could sense another magic user in the area.

"Detective L/N?" A tall, much older woman approached you slowly like you were some injured kitten waiting to be picked up. She had on a dark purple windbreaker and a beanie to match. "I'm Detective Harkness, but you can call me Agatha." Her smile was small but genuine. Most importantly, she was very strong. It made sense because she had some years on you. You felt honored just to be in her presence. "The other officers spoke very highly of you on the way here, I can tell you're very talented."

Her words made your heart flutter. Of course, you'd never say it out loud but thrived on praise and validation. It was even better coming from a pretty woman. "I- thank you Detective Harkness, but I must ask why you're here. I thought they were just getting the human heart out of my house"

Agatha's face fell. "There's no real easy way to tell you this, but all four of you are being taken off this case."

Your heart dropped. "I-I'm sorry, what?" Maybe it was some sick joke or another of those hyperrealistic nightmares you had when you fall asleep right after reading case files. "Detective Harkness, I'm sure this isn't your doing but I'm the only witch in this district." You were pissed. Months of research and investigating were snatched right out of your hands over something so stupid. "You can't take us off just cause some freak left a heart on my doorstep!"

"A human heart on your doorstep that had a note written in blood and your badge number engraved into it." Agatha gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. "I get it. If we can prove it's not a serious threat we'll put you back on but for now, just find somewhere safe to stay for the next few weeks and I'll get back as soon as possible. Get some rest tonight and we'll work on getting you guys relocated as soon as possible." The older woman slipped a card into your pocket.

You let Agatha walk away. Even though you didn't want to say it, she was right. This case was bigger than you and it was even bigger than your friends. Who knows what kind of danger you'd put yourself in trying to catch your suspect? You took a deep breath. "Okay. We got this. I'll just crash in Jimmy's futon tonight and find a decent hotel to sleep in until I get my house back. I'm fine. We're going to be fine."

Your friends all shared a look but chose not to say anything.

Some hours later, you were curled up on Jimmy's futon dreading the day ahead of you. You had already called Rhodey and Tony to give them Agatha's contact information. The reality of your situation had only just settled in. Your suspect had their eyes on you and you had no idea how to protect yourself. Everything felt hopeless and there was nothing you could do to distract yourself.

Then your phone rang.

Wanda was calling you, but you weren’t entirely sure wanted to answer it. Wanda could always tell when you were upset and that made it near impossible to keep secrets from her, but maybe you needed to be honest.

You press the green button on your screen and put the phone against your ear. "Hey, Wanda."

"Hey, Sweetness! Are you okay? I know you said you were working late but I just want to check in on you." Wanda's voice was silk smooth as it filled your ears.

The sleepy rasp in her voice brought your comfort. "I want to tell you I am but I don't think that's the right thing to do. I'm not even sure I can legally tell you what's wrong." You could hear the sound of her sitting up on the bed. Your fingers played with the flimsy bed sheet underneath you. "I...I got removed for the case and I won't be going back to work for at least a month."

"What? Did they suspend you?" Wanda was surprised. Sure she had planned for it to happen, but she didn't think it'd happen so quickly. "You're not in trouble, are you? My family knows a good lawyer if-"

You flinched at the sudden yelling. "No, I didn't do anything wrong and I'm not wanted for anything. They just want me to go somewhere else for a bit until they catch the arsonist." You tried your very best to make the situation sound as simple and harmless as possible. "It's not like witness protection exactly but my house is currently a crime scene so-"

"A crime scene!? Where are you, I'm coming to pick you up right now!" Wanda got out of bed and immediately grabbed her keys.

"No no no, I'm fine right now! I'm safely in Jimmy's house and sleeping here until they figure out what they need me to do." You ran your fingers through your hair. "They'll probably want me out of town for a bit. I couldn't stay at your apartment even if I wanted to."

"I have a cabin a few hours away! It's a bit out there but I'm willing to drive us both out there if it means keeping you safe." Wanda's tone was frantic but serious at the same time. "We don't even have to stay the whole time you're off. Just two weeks to get your mind off things, please?" The whine in her voice was heavy.

"Are you pouting?" The small 'mhm' made you laugh a little. "Alright, fine. Just gimme a few days to do the serious detective stuff and then I'll pack what I can." You couldn't help but smile and Wanda's excited cheers. "Now I gotta get to sleep…I love you, good night."

"I've always loved you."

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Love was a very loaded word for Wanda. To be loved by Wanda was to be hers completely. Wanda told you that early into your relationship, but you were starting to see the extent of that living with her for days with little to no interruptions.

Wanda had been very handsy. Every time you walked by she'd grope and tease you as long as you later her — which was never for a short period. It happened so much you just decided to go without pants or a shirt. It wasn't the best solution considering it was just an incentive for Wanda's addiction to your body to worsen.

You were spoiled and loved every second of it, but you were starting to get antsy. Wanda didn't let you do anything. Occasionally, she'd let you accompany her to the store or take you to the beach — but even that lost its novelty after three weeks. You didn't want to sound ungrateful, but you were bored. Being idle was like a death sentence for you.

Despite all the love in her heart she had for you, Wanda seemed uncharacteristically apathetic to your complaints. You were starting to worry the relationship wasn’t going to work. Things you used to love about Wanda were starting to irritate you. She was starting to smother you. You weren’t even sure why you liked it in the first place.

"Wanda, can I go into the city for a bit? I'll be back in time for lunch." The heavy pout on your face and collar on your neck did nothing to sway Wanda's answer. You groaned and made your way back to the shared bedroom. The once lush sheets now felt uncomfortable and suffocating against your skin. You learned pretty quickly not to stomp off whining or whimpering because Wanda would handle your frustrations. Which wouldn't be a problem if she had a solution besides fucking you senseless. That brain would get foggy and all you could think about was clinging to Wanda.

After frustratedly tossing and turning on your bed you realized something. You didn't need Wanda's approval to do anything. Asking was just a courtesy. Nothing was stopping you from putting on your clothes, hopping in the car, and going out to explore the city close by. That's exactly what you did. You washed your face, got dressed in the nicest clothes you had, and grabbed your keys. Then, you headed for the front door. It was that simple.

"Where are you going?"

Wanda's cold voice made you shiver. "I'm going out. I just need some fresh air, I'll be back soon." You unlocked the door only for it to lock back. A frown formed on your face, but you kept tugging at it until a hot red mist surrounded it. "Ah! What the fuck is wrong with the door." You shook your hands to ease the hot pain.

Wanda grabbed both your hands and peppered them with kisses. "I said no. You need to learn how to listen." Her voice was still stern despite the affection she gave you. "If you need to go out, play around in the backyard but you are not to leave this cabin." She squeezed them gently before letting go. "I know your little puppy brain is telling you to run around and do whatever, but you have to do what mommy says." A confident smirk spread across her face and a blush spread across yours.

You huffed and stomped your way out towards the backyard. The breeze did very little to cool your heated skin. You hated being so easily flustered. Wanda wasn't above using it to her advantage. That anger caused something to shift and you couldn’t tell what is was. It was like someone had taken off your rose-colored glasses. "Go away. I'm not in the mood to talk." You could sense her before Wanda even said a word. Something wasn't right. Wanda's presence usually slipped under your radar. She was always a pleasant surprise. Now she felt big. Bigger than anything else you've ever been around.

"Oh sweetness, you're so strong and don't even know it." Wanda's hand reached down and gripped your neck with uncharacteristic amounts of strength. "Shush, your little attitude put you in this situation." She let you thrash around and scream to your heart's content. Watching you struggle always stirred up something deep and sadistic within her.

You looked up into the face of a woman you'd never seen before.

She looked like Wanda but she was a much darker, twisted reflection of the woman has grown to love. Her brown hair turned a fiery red. The bright green eyes you fell in love with were now darker and glazed with a hint of red in them. Bags under her eyes were now much more prominent and more than just a product of the sleepless nights both of you had.

"It takes a lot of work getting past that little sixth sense of yours. I was worried you'd figure me out too early." Wanda leaned down and forcefully kissed you. She could feel your heartbeat and hear all your frantic thoughts. "Nothing will work, I'm much stronger than you and we both know it."

You flinched as Wanda nuzzled into your cheek. Your body was frozen with fear. "What…Wanda, what are you?" Your voice trembled as you spoke. The power you were detecting felt millions of years old, but Wanda was only twenty-seven. How could she have mastered something so powerful so fast? Agatha was almost just as strong, but she was much older than both of you. "And no weird cryptic fake folktale shit either."

Wanda rolled her eyes and dragged you back into the house. "I'm just like you, puppy." Her magic forced you to sit on the couch. She cupped your cheeks. "I am the Scarlet Witch and I'm so proud of you for catching me!" Her hands slid down your neck and all the down to your stomach. "I knew all you needed was a little push and you'd be strong enough to do it."

You tried your best to avoid Wanda's touch. "Get away from me." You didn't want this to be the woman that you fell in love with, but it made sense. Before, there was nothing about Wanda that stood out to your senses. Even the weakest of fighters had something, but Wanda was nothing to your sixth sense. It would always explain how she was able to find you or could tell how you are feeling. The thought of loving something so evil should've made you feel sick. It upset you how little it did. "And I'm not your puppy, stop calling me that!"

"Really? 'Cause this," Wanda flicked the tag on the collar around your neck, "says otherwise." Her hands explored your body. Not even the darkness could get in the way of how much she cared for you. "You still love me and you will learn to accept that, especially if you want your little friends safe."

Your heart stopped. There was no telling how far Wanda was willing to go to keep you. If you couldn't handle her, your friends wouldn't stand a chance. "Fine, whatever. Just get off me." You said through gritted teeth.

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She was right. You did still love her. No matter how much you wanted to hate her, you couldn't find it in you. Every night you snuggled into her side looking for the comfort she'd given — and Wanda gave it to you without question. That didn't stop you from trying your hardest. Every slight disagreement escalated into a full-blown argument with the hopes she'd become irritated with you. It usually only left you in tears. Either you were frustrated that you couldn't escape or mad at yourself for still being in love with Wanda. She was stronger than you and more mature too.

"Mommy did this because she loves you." Such a heavy statement with the most jarring delivery. It made you sick.

"I don't want anything to do with your or that weird ass book." The edge in your voice had long disappeared. You couldn't keep up if you put your all into every argument. You wouldn't get very far wrapped up in Wanda's arms either, but something was better than nothing. "Just leave me alone."

Wanda kissed the side of your head. "We both know you don't want that." It was all she said because that was the only lie you told. Wanda was fine if didn't want to be what she had become, and she loved you for you. She could not stand by and watch you hinder yourself out of spite. "You're safer here, you're safe with me. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I let you go back to work knowing you'd get hurt?"

"You're not my girlfriend. You're a liar and a criminal." You shrugged Wanda off and got out of bed. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you kidnapped me and trapped me in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

Wanda pulled you back into the bed and pinned you down. "I'd let you go back if you weren't so disobedient." Her strong hands gripped your chin and forced it to the side. She began littering your exposed neck with love bites. "If I let you go now, you'll report me and I'll have to go away for a long time. We don't want that, do we?" She harshly sucked on the gentle skin of your neck.

Your body wouldn't listen to you. Every touch lit your body on fire. "Stop, please." You whimpered. The wetness growing between your legs felt like a punishment within itself. A shiver ran down your spine as Wanda's tongue glided over your neck. "Just let me go."

The desperation in your voice made Wanda's cunt throb. "But your parts are so sticky. Why don't you let mommy help?" Her voice was low and seductive. She has you wrapped around her finger. You'd never really say no to her. All your squirming came to a halt the second her hand slipped into your underwear. "I know you wanna go be big and play detective, but you have to learn how to be a good pup first."

Hate ran hot through your veins. Why was it so hard for you to fight back? She wasn’t controlling your mind or being more aggressive than usual. All you had to do was leave. Yet, your body chose to stay. You chose to let Wanda have her way with you.“T-that feels good.” You mumbled. Her fingers were cold, nothing like the warmth you had grown to love, but that made it easier to pretend it was someone else touching you. It wasn’t Wanda who was tugging off your clothes and forcefully stretching out your cunt. Wanda would never manhandle you so carelessly.

“Pretending I’m someone else doesn’t change the fact that you like it.” Wanda slipped her fingers inside of you with ease. She didn’t bother with taking her time. Two of her fingers made quick work of cunt. “You like it when I’m mean and you like being treated like some stupid pup that can’t do anything without a mommy.” Her thumb pressed harshly against your clit as she continued fucking into you. “Say it.” Her voice was so commanding and rough. “Say you like being mommy’s dumb little puppy.”

You frantically shook your head. “I don’t and I hate you!” Internally, you braced yourself for punishment. You thought maybe she’d spank you until you caved in or smack you for having the gall to say you hated her. Instead, she just went quiet. Her fingers pulled out of your cunt and left you hanging high and dry. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not your mommy, why do you care?” She rubbed her slick-covered fingers down your cheek. “Be difficult all you want, but I mean it when I say you are not to leave this house until you learn to be obedient.”

You were left cold, naked, and alone on the bed. Wanda didn’t even bother checking in on you that night.

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That’s how Wanda broke you. Apathy. If you didn’t want to listen to her, she felt no obligation to listen to you. It didn’t matter how many tantrums you threw or how loud you cried, Wanda didn’t care. She was perfectly content with waiting. You were the impatient one. Which was to say you didn’t even last a full week before crumbling without Wanda’s attention. After several days of breaking things and screaming your heart out, were tired.

It was cute watching you burn yourself out.

After a particularly rough night, you found yourself desperate for comfort. Your hopes that the Wanda you had fallen in love with would magically return were dashed. You had to learn to love the new one.

You stood in the entryway of the kitchen and watched as Wanda typed away at her laptop. It was hard to give up. Your suspect was sitting just feet away and you were about to let her win. If you loved her, there was no way you could turn her in. But you needed her. You needed someone to take care of you and Wanda was offering to be that person. All you had to do was let her.

Wanda looked up from the monitor and raised her eyebrows. She pulled out a chair from the table, but didn’t say anything to you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and slowly made your way toward her. The first thing you noticed was the darkness covering her fingers, but you decided to ignore it for the sake of your relationship and sanity. Just apologize to Wanda. Don’t argue and don’t ask any questions, just apologize. “I’m sorry.”

Wanda stopped typing and turned to look at you. You looked pathetic. So small and defenseless compared to her. That’s how she wanted you. “I’m going to need a little more than that. I know you can do better.” She cupped your face and used her thumb to caress your cheek.

You sniffled in an attempt not to cry. You couldn’t believe you were really about to do this. “I’m sorry for being so mean to you. You wanted to take care of me and I was being ungrateful.” Part of you felt sick, but the other part was relieved. You were torn. Should you go back on your word or should you just accept your situation? You felt empty, but at least Wanda felt warm again.

Wanda leaned forward and placed a kiss on your lips. “I’m proud of you, baby.” Her arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a tight hug. “I know that was hard for you,” She whispered. There was nothing she could comfortably do about your shame, but she could love you. She could train you to love yourself. “Are you gonna learn to be mommy’s good puppy?”

You nodded and buried your face into her neck. “I’ll be good. I promise.” You let yourself be guided to the bedroom. There was no doubt about what would happen next. She’d claim you all over again and you'd let her do it. Denying yourself was so hard. "I wanna be mommy's puppy again."

Wanda laid you down on the bed and straddled your hips. "You were always mommy's puppy. Just because you have a bad time doesn't mean I don't love you anymore." Her hands slipped underneath your shirt and immediately began playing with your nipples. "Mommy loves her puppy detective even when they're mean and trying to hurt her feelings." It took almost nothing to get you all mushy and obedient. She took her sweet time stripping you naked. Leaving kisses and hickeys over every inch of newly exposed skin.

This time, you didn't try to hold back. You let yourself get lost in the comfort of Wanda's weight on top of you and the way she held you. You weren't ashamed of the wetness growing between your legs or the desperate little noises coming from your mouth. "I need mommy, please?"

Wanda smiled fondly as she let her hand wander down to the wet patch in your underwear. "Oh puppy, you're such a mess down here. I promise I won't tease you anymore." A heavy strap-on appeared around her waist. "Lay back and let mommy fill up your little puppy parts." She grabbed the base of the toy and circled it around your clit.

"It's too big." You immediately clung onto Wanda as she thrust the toy inside of you. It practically split you in two, but it felt so good. "G-go slow, it's too much!"

Wanda giggled at your sensitivity. "Baby, I haven't even moved yet." She carefully leaned down to kiss your forehead. Her hips moved as slowly as they possibly could. Every distressed whimper and small whine earned you another soft kiss from her. "I know it hurts now, but I promise you it'll feel good soon."

Wanda was right. Eventually, the pain subsided and you just felt full. The pace Wanda set for you was deep and slow. Whimpers turned into moans. You were starting to lose yourself fast. "Thank you, mommy. It feels so good."

One of her hands pinned both of your wrists above your head. The needy whines coming from your mouth were music to her ears. "Don't be shy, mommy loves hearing how good she makes you feel." Her pace slowly got faster until you were practically screaming for her. The hand she wasn't using immediately began to massage your clit. "Is my sweet little puppy gonna cum already? It's okay if you do, mommy's here to help you afterward."

Your face burned as you desperately tried to escape Wanda's nimble fingers. "N-no, I can…I can hold it!" You most certainly couldn't. Wanda was going to make sure of it. Never had Wanda denied you and she'd never let you deny yourself. "Mhm, I'm cumming! It's coming, please slow down!"

Wanda did no such thing. Instead, she trapped you in a passionate kiss as she continued rutting into you. "Come on, baby, make a big mess for mommy." Her thumb continued to torture your poor overstimulated clit until she was satisfied and sure you had gone as far as you could. Once she was done, she slowly pulled out of you and let you go limp against the mattress. "There we go, you look so cute all fucked out for mommy." She bent down and peppered kisses all over your slick-covered thighs. "I'm going to run you a bath, okay? Just stay still and relax."

For a moment, you were in pure bliss. Mindless, completely satisfied even.

Then everything began to settle in. It didn't matter how gentle Wanda was. She was a killer. You'd given yourself up to a killer and enjoyed every second of it. Not only that, but you were going to let her keep killing. You were just as bad as she was. Maybe even worse for being bribed with something as simple as good sex.

You were a dirty cop now.

#pvntherz #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff smut #dark!wanda maximoff #arsonist!wanda #dark!wanda smut

[rottown]

cw: body horror

Be forwarned!

Infection AU? How creative... anyways...

The Queen, at long last, is informed of her pawns' alligence with Wagstaff en-masse, and reaches a personal point of no return. Personally slighted by the act of defiance, and enraged at their disregard of her apparent benevolence, her radiance comes to a sound-minded solution to the issue at hand. In her fury, Queen Charlie unleashes upon the survivors a plague borne of her own affliction. Parasitic extensions of Them spread by fuel globules, blood, and saliva, the queen's blight acts as her grand retribution for her pawns so much as thinking of defying her. Local flora and fauna begin cropping up with the typical traits of blight, and Willow, ever the fearless, finds herself face-to-face with her blighted benevolence. Lulled in by her charm, Willow is the first human infected with the queen's parasitic plague. The survivors soon realize something is amiss with Willow, and attempt to confront the distressed arsonist. She, in response, lashes out and ends up injuring Wilson. This uncharacteristic act of aggression leads to said scientist beginning research alongside Wickerbottom and Wanda. The infection, they find, ravages the body of the blighted, leaving little in the way of autonomy. The parasite grows rapidly, contorting and overtaking the host body, most prominently in the area where they were infected. Those infected seem to mirror the lady of the night, though far more... animalistic. Research is on-going, and the world grows (quite literally) duller around them. Strange nettles and bramble resembling rose thorns are beginning to overtake their farms and flora... only time will tell what'll become of this facet of the Constant.

Here's the first three designs of the AU, again, some body horror. More info will roll out... shortly, I swear !! Primarily stages/symptoms/ more character sheets, but for the time being my ask box is open to any unanswered questions

#queen's wrath au #dst #dont starve #dont starve together #dst wilson #wilson p. higgsbury #dst willow #dst wendy #wendy carter #infection au #my art

[zipperrants]

............Mcu out of context lETS FUCKIN GO-

"Are you threatening to kill me? Or bang me?"

"Is sexual Jollibee goated with the sauce?"

"I shouldn't cry on this shirt it's designer"

"someone PLEASE give me a lobotomy"

"So the next time I get optimistic about something, I want one of you to punch me in the face."

“Look, if you're going to be an absent father, could you at least be absent?

“Sometimes I feel like a bamboo toothbrush wrapped in plastic.”

“Stop being gay and pet my cat.”

“Screw canola oil!”

"I don't like this! Are you in a- are you in a man? Are you IN a man?"

“I’m going here because, Beyonce says “To the left,to the left” and she’s never led me wrong”

"Oh shit you’re right, if you change the words I said to different words it does sound pretty bad"

"the DND version of Pedialyte"

“Oh, you poor sweet displaced boomer,”

“If someone doesn’t start explaining what happened while I was out cold in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to start singing Baby Shark at the top of my lungs.”

"Hear ye hear ye, the weed lord demands that you blaze it"

“Were arsonists, not liars”

"Wanda I am about to throw a bathtub through your wall"

"I'm taking the bdsm test again"

“You can’t kill me, I'm your husband”

"Well first things first I am not a fool I am a sexy cyber-bully"

#shifting #shiftblr #shifting realities #reality shifting #desired reality #reality shift #shifters #reality shifter #zipper rants #zipper is back on their bullshit #zipper bites #zipper isnt on drugs they promise

[themculibrary]

Firefighter AU Masterlist

9-1-1 (ao3) - amoree999 steve/bucky N/R, 7k

Summary: Sirens

“Firefighter fell through a two story burning building, unconscious possible concussion and internal bleeding” Paramedic Chi tells the attending nurses who flock the gurney being wheeled into the ER.

“What do We got?” Steve asks jumping into action, “Firefighter hurt on the job fell through a two story burning building Medics said possible concussion and internal bleeding” Danvers says, “Danvers run a line of blood, plasma, vitamin K and platelets” Rogers says, “Jones help me with his uniform” Steve says cutting the turn outs off the firefighter and taking his helmet along with the rest of his gear off. Rogers listens to his heart, lungs, and checks his airways before pressing around on his stomach looking for the source of his internal bleed. “Abdominal bleed left side” He says, “Jacques! Page the attending tell ‘em to open an OR now!” He checks the fireman’s pupillary response, “Both left and right pupils responding normal, CAT scan after he comes out of surgery. Airways are clear but treat him for smoke inhalation anyway, his mask was cracked. MOVE PEOPLE!”

45 minutes earlier….

Burnt Sand (ao3) - maikurosaki steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Steve Rogers thinks he's completely fine: he's a great firefighter, he has awesome friends, and his occasional interactions with Bucky Barnes always put a smile on his face. But, in between a rescue mission at work that leaves him shaken and a blast from the past that leaves him reeling, Steve comes to the realization that he needs to be brave and go after what he wants. The problem is he's not sure he can follow this through.

Or: Steve Rogers is a firefighter with commitment issues. Bucky Barnes is an army veteran turned bartender with a different set of issues. Somehow, they make it work.

Engine 12 (ao3) - bethy_277 pepper/tony, hope/scott N/R, 41k

Summary: Tony Stark is a 30something firefighter in New York City, when he saves 6 year old Peter Parker from a fire. The kid loses his parents in the fire, and for some reason, he takes a place in Tony's heart.

Eternal Flame (ao3) - 74days steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 14k

Summary: There's a bet at the Firehouse that Barton'll go for more than anyone else at the Charity Auction - and Bucky finds himself roped into the whole thing against his will.

It's all fun and games until a mystery phone bidder pays waaaaay to much to get Bucky alone.

He's gonna end up dead in an alleyway because of Barton and his stupid bet.

Everything Happens For A Riesling (ao3) - TaraSoleil G, 1k

Summary: A fire at Stark's mansion leaves firefighters Steve & Bucky trapped.

Gotta Have Some Hot Stuff, Gotta Have Some Love Tonight (ao3) - OriginalCeenote bucky/clint, steve/sam M, 5k

Summary: “We’ve got another call, Barton.”

“Huh?”

“Get back in the rig. Stop staring at Barnes’ ass.” Nat’s voice sounded more amused than impatient, and Clint realized that he was staring. Wasn’t his damned fault that Barnes was wearing those khaki Dickies pants, was it?

I Stare Into the Fire (It Signifies My Desire) (ao3) - laudatenium steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: They keep telling Tony to evacuate. The smoke's too thick, he'll suffocate.

But who's gonna force him to leave? Not the fire captain, no sir.

More than Friends (ao3) - Neverever steve/tony T, 7k

Summary: Deputy Police Chief Tony Stark wonders if there is more to his flirting with the new Fire Chief Steve Rogers. After all, everyone treats them like they come as a matched set. Meanwhile Steve wants to find the serial arsonist in town.

not shy of a spark (ao3) - burning_brighter art (burning_brighter), cable-knit-sweater (cable_knit_sweater) steve/bucky, wanda/sam E, 5k

Summary: EMT Steve doesn't like firefighters. They're arrogant, more muscle than brains, and everyone falls over themselves for these supposed heroes. He really can't stand them, and doesn't understand how his friend and colleague Wanda can be attracted to any of them.

Firefighter Bucky going into an unsafe building with an oxygen tank that's low is just more proof of their stupidity. But when Bucky comes out of the building cradling a tiny cat to his chest, Steve can't help but be a little endeared.

It doesn't change anything though; firefighters are still the worst.

Or that's what he tells himself, even as he goes to check up on the cat later that week.

Definitely to check on the cat, not because he wants to see Bucky again. He certainly isn't disappointed to hear Bucky has transferred to another firehouse.

It's also what he tells himself when Bucky shows up to work at Steve's firehouse the next week. Steve doesn't do firefighters. No matter how cute. Right?

Unfortunately, Bucky turning out to not be as bad as he initially thought - and maybe also his tendency to walking around half naked at work - makes it a little harder for Steve to stick to his story.

Playing with Fire (ao3) - shatteredhourglass bucky/clint E, 5k

Summary: “Three o’clock,” Natasha says and Clint looks automatically, not registering the glint of mischief in her eyes until he’s already looking.

“Why is he stripping,” Clint whispers, outraged.

Bucky Barnes is standing a few meters away from them, tugging his shirt over his head. He doesn’t wax his chest during the winter months, apparently, because there’s a trail of dark hair that Clint really, really wants to get his mouth on. He’s stuck staring like an idiot as Bucky throws his shirt over the door of the firetruck, every inch of his ridiculously hot upper half on display. He can almost feel the brain cells in his head frying just from the sight.

Stoke This Fire In My Heart (ao3) - JustAnotherMarvelGirl wanda/vision T, 1k

Summary: When Wanda gets injured on the job, Vision can't deny his feelings for her anymore.

The best view comes after the hardest climb (ao3) - hopelessly_me bucky/clint T, 1k

Summary: On the ten year anniversary of 9/11, Bucky finally joined his support group in participating in the 911 Tower Challenge.

The Hazards Of Falling In Love (Rescue Me) (ao3) - EmmaLostInWonderland T, 4k

Summary:

“So that’s your name?” Rogers hasn't looked away from him once. His eyes are a piercing blue, and Tony barely manages to keep from squirming under his gaze.

“Yeah. Or Telecommunications Operator Stark, if we’re getting technical about it.”

“Are we?”

Tony tilts his head slightly. “Depends. Can I call you Steve?”

The man grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Tony.”

// Tony Stark doesn't date firemen. But he'll make an exception for Battalion Chief Steve Rogers.

The heat of you (ao3) - queerastronaut sam/bucky, background carol/maria M, 15k

Summary: Sam's a paramedic. Bucky's a firefighter. They hate each other's gut but somehow, they keep saving each other's lives. Until one day, the fire gets too big too fast and Sam realizes that he may not hate James Barnes as much as he thought.

the new romeo and juliet (ao3) - imposterhuman bucky/tony G, 2k

Summary: Bucky and Tony weren’t dating, because a firefighter and a detective couldn’t date (never mind that Tony hadn’t slept with anyone else since their thing had started, and he and Bucky hung out with an alarming frequency, and the whole precinct thought that they were an item). It didn't matter how many nights they spent together, how Bucky had a drawer of Tony's things and vice versa, they just couldn't.

It was a classic Romeo and Juliet situation, if Romeo and Juliet actively disliked each other on top of everything.

Trying to Stay Warm (ao3) - freedvmrouge G, 2k

Summary: After waking up from the ice, what if Steve became a firefighter-paramedic instead?

Wildfire (ao3) - 70SecretKinks steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: No amount of training in the world could prepare rookie firefighter Steve Rogers for the force and fury of a California wildfire. But even a sea of fiery flames paled in comparison to hot-as-hell fellow fireman, Bucky Barnes.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #au #firefighter #firefighter masterlist #work

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Lucy Theorization: Connections to Wanda(...?)

I think I've mentioned this once before, but I really wanted to bring up something interesting I've noticed about Lucy as of late... More specifically, her 'relationship', or lack thereof (we'll get into that in a second) with Wanda.

Now, I'm sure we all know by now, but just in case by some miracle someone's forgotten: Wanda's whole niche is around time travel. Very frequently when speaking to the survivors, she'll get the past, present and future all mixed up in her head, and sort of forget which one's which.

On top of this, she also frequently uses occurrences in previously visited timelines and directly relates them to present ones- which also frequently leads to confusion when there's discrepancies between them. This is what I really want to focus on, here. Now let's take a look at this quote for a second:

This quote in particular has always struck me as odd. Wanda doesn't know about Lucy's existence.

Now, of course, I've mentioned before that Woodie's compendium update already confirms Lucy to be a canonical, 'living' entity. Not a figment of anyone's imagination. And I'm pretty sure it's well known at this point that even Maxwell of all people is willing to indulge the axe's personhood. But, if you need even more evidence, even Wagstaff of all people knows full well that something is amiss with her:

So we can pretty much guarantee here that Wanda is incorrect in her silent assumption that Lucy isn't real or alive. But the real question of the matter is how could that possibly be? It isn't as though she doesn't spend a lot of time around Woodie. She seems perfectly well versed in his deeper secrets (shown below), and not to mention it's very clear she's been around him long enough to know how much he cares about her. Obviously she's aware that he considers Lucy to be alive. She just doesn't believe him.

Really, I can only see this phenomenon having two implications.

Theory one is that this is meant to imply that this is the only timeline in which Lucy is actually alive. While I suppose I have no definitive proof to argue this point with, I don't think this is the case at all. Especially when we consider a lot of the similarities Wanda elaborates on between timelines (Willows are all seemingly arsonists, Abigail is seemingly always deceased, ect):

Really, the theory I'm leaning towards is the second of the two options: Lucy doesn't like Wanda.

Now the why of the matter is to be debated, but I definitely don't think this theory is implausible. For one, it's been pretty much canonically confirmed by Klei that Lucy doesn't really allow her existence to be noticed by those who she does not trust. If she does talk, it's frequently- if only- with Woodie, somewhere where she doesn't think she'll be overheard.

However, it's very clear through both the compendium itself, as well as the other survivor's quotes that they've got at least a hunch that Lucy's not your typical axe. And in the case of, again, Maxwell, as well as Wortox*, their dialogue implies they've actually spoken to each other before.

While it's by no means solid evidence of anything, we do have to consider that we still don't know anything about Lucy's history, nor how she came to be at all. Though if it's anything similar to the magic Maxwell wields, or perhaps something similar to the Constant's natural magic like with Wortox, a native, it might explain why Lucy seems to be so amicable with the two of them... And, considering how much Wanda hates both Maxwell and Wortox, it would give her an excuse for keeping quiet around her specifically.

*It has come to my attention that somewhere in between Wortox's introduction and now, Klei have changed Wortox's Lucy quote. Unfortunately, I can't find the original line verbatim, but it was something along the lines of "She tells good jokes". As of present day, it's now "An axe is an axe, those are the facts". I have literally no idea why they would change it, but the focus on altering that quote in particular is incredibly odd.

tldr: - Wanda, who knows a frightening amount of pretty much every survivor- on account of her time traveling abilities- knows absolutely nothing about Lucy, and does not believe she is alive at all - Lucy has canonically slipped up around other survivors in the past, and has even been implied to willingly speak to some of them before- though whether in the past or present is unclear - The implication here is that Lucy is either afraid or otherwise distrustful of Wanda, and has never once slipped up around her, despite the fact that she can't say the same about most, if not all of the other survivors - Also Wanda's kind of impolite to both Woodie and Lucy :( knock it off Wanda. Show some respect.

#dst #dontstarvetogether #wanda #lucy the axe #watch this get nowhere bc i dont tag a major character 😊lole whatever idec #i just think it's so freaking strange... lucy has been getting a lot of (admittedly nonobvious) attention recently #between the wanda quotes. lucy completely taking over woodie's A Little Drama performance #even klei changing wortox's quote to something completely different and unindicative of her personhood! #really can't piece together what on earth klei is doing but. i have a feeling that lucy may become a little relevant soon

[mighty-mations]

inspired by @lord-ozymandias (sorry for the ping lol)

DST CHARACTERS I COULD BEAT IN A FIGHT

10/10- i could kick their ass easily

0/10- they would absolutely demolish me

wilson 8/10- he is a frail nerd have you ever watched old high school movies i can throw this goose into a locker. he would fight back tho.

willow 0/10 you think i'm going to fight a deranged arsonist???

wolfgang 5/10 i am small. i will scare the giant man. he could definitely turn me into a pancake though

wendy 3/10 i could beat the living one. she's just a child but the ghost would send me to the aether

WX-78 7/10 they'd hurt my feelings but i can simply spit in this walking tin can and they'd explode

wickerbottom 0/10 i would never harm an old lady......... depends...

woodie 1/10 DUDE ABSOLUTELY NOT if i did tho i can just conjure the might of a tree guard

wigfrid 0/10 she would make quick work of me

maxwell 5/10 depends if he's satan or not if he's not then i can feed him a sour patch kid and he'd proceed to drop dead on the spot

webber 2/10 his spider lackeys would eat me alive

winona 3/10 would beat me up 1920s boxing style

wormwood 0/10 i can just set him on fire but i never would he'd say sorry then i'd immediately feel bad

wurt 7/10 sushi

warly 2/10 he can just feed me pork and i'd drop dead immediately (i'm allergic to pork)

wortox 0/10 dude he's satan no way

wanda 0/10 have you ever watched the finale to jojos bizarre adventure part 3? she'd za warudo my ass

wes infinite/10 do i have to explain?

walter 8/10 his dog would maul me but i can just unleash the night of bees on this CHILD

woodlegs 10/10 i can just stand on top of a flight of stairs

wagstaff 5/10 he's old i can kick his arthritis shins inward but then again he can probably conjure up some mecha iron giant shit and that'd turn me into paste

wilbur 0/10 MONKEY AAAAA

wilba 1/10 she could punch my ribs inwards making me look like a bear trap

walani 4/10 she can beat me up with a bitten surfboard

wheeler 0/10 doesn't she own a gun or something

if i missed any oh well

[writteninscarlet]

“are you going to set the building on fire ??” ;; @agentcfshield

always sunny prompts ;; accepting

“Whilst not my initial intention that could be an outcome.”

The auburn haired witch gave a little hum, as though truly thinking it over. Wanda Maximoff, well known arsonist, right? Actually, she probably had set more than a few fires in her time. Perhaps best not to really create that image for herself.

She flashed him an amused smirk, before giving a shake of her head. A hand went up to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “No need to set it on fire. Who do you take me for?” A little scoff, before smiling with good humour. “Have a little faith in me. I can take out those creatures inside without destroying the building.”

Actually that was QUITE the claim. “Well, with minimum damage.” Probably best not to promise a clean slate. But the creatures inside were merely supernatural pests, which was the ideal job for a witch like her. Wanda could get rid of them all with ONE spell. But she needed a moment to gather the energy for it. “It’s not the quickest spell, but as long as I finish it those little beings inside will be long gone in no time. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” More arrogance to her smirk now, with a small playful glint. Truly, Wanda knew what she was doing here.

“But if you feel like lighting a fire later on then I’m certainly I can find something to set aflame.”

#agentcfshield #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic #thank you for sending this in!

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, wanda maximoff ( marvel comics ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, mav!

( marvel comics, dupes not allowed.  gratiela brancusi, she/her, cis female. )  ——-  hey, is that ( wanda maximoff ) hanging around ( moonlight market )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( 32 ) year old ( librarian ) and ( gardening in her backyard )? they’re notorious for being ( powerful ) yet ( guarded ), and i always seem to hear ( arsonist’s lullaby ) by ( hozier ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( always being willing to lend a hand when needed ), and they’re associated with ( the calm center of a raging storm, a faint beacon of light in the distance, the anticipation of a swelling crescendo ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( losing control and taking it out on the mutant population ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ maverick !! ]

#multifandom rp #marvel rp #comics rp #616 rp #discord rp #appless rp #panfandom rp #whq.accept

[5-puthyyy]

idk why the current thing is to hate on imagine dragons for whatever reason but I think it fits in crushers playlist and it's BADASS. anyway, I'm trying to figure out which songs are more Nat and which ones are more Wanda, clues? ps Arsonist's Lullaby's by Hozier is giving me raging crusher vibes about to go full villain route ngngng I'm so excited. plus From Eden and NFWB make me think of Wanda with the former being how crusher is rn and with the latter being both of them going the evil route with an unhealthy obsession with each other.

lmfaooo what??? who hates on imagine dragons?? they're fucking amazing. ahahah no clues, it's all up to personal interpretation! some songs i think fit both, some i added with a particular person in mind.

thanks for the suggestions, i'll defo give them a listen!

and hey, nothing wrong with a little unhealthy obsession ;)

#asks #crusher series

[arandomnerdsrp358]

🗣 Wanda and Billy!

Wanda: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.

Billy: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

[maxislvt]

I'm not ignoring the four requests in my inbox rn!! I just want to get Arsonist Wanda out this weekend!!

#panther's thoughts

[wearerecyclebins]

oof, more trash.

honestly love this character and song

#hozier #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #arsonist's lullaby #fan edit #fan made #marvel edit #mcu #avengers #strongest avenger #civil war #age of ultron #infinity war #winter soldier #recycle bins

[redvelvetnat]

non disclosure pt. 1

switch!wanda x bottom!reader x top!natasha

previous part : pity the arsonist

summary ➞ wanda will learn two very important lessons tonight. the first will be that submitting is easy when you’re kneeling at the feet of a woman with much more dominance than you. word count : 3.7k

disclaimer ➞ 18+, strong language, smut, use of sex toys (vibrator), masturbation, car sex, brief gagging, oral (w receiving), mommy/daddy kink, dirty talk (heavy degradation + praise + pet names),

a/n ➞ i’m so sorry for this, i woke up out of a dead sleep at 3 am with this stuck in my head and wrote it in the span of 3 1/2 hours. also this is part one because the next part will pick up directly after. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! gif source natasha , wanda

At this point, Wanda couldn’t exactly recall how she had gotten herself into this situation; how she had gone from the lonely divorcée next door to a freeuse fucktoy for her boss and her boss’s wife. Not that she was complaining at all - because she wasn’t.

And all she really cared about at the moment was trying not to ruin the ridiculously expensive seating in the back of Natasha’s sports car. The task in itself sounded easy, just sit still and don’t spill anything. But, with the way things were going now, her hands wouldn’t be responsible for the approaching disaster.

It was hard enough with the way you had been teasing her since the moment she made you cum this morning in your office, which then led to you graciously passing the baton to your red-headed wife - who had taken over said teasing within the ten minutes the three of you had spent in the car.

You and your wife, though, were acting as if nothing of the sort was happening to the woman who sat directly behind you as she tried to distract herself by keeping her attention on the space around her.

She noted that, when compared to the house and your office, the car’s dark interior and even darker tent was much more Natasha’s style than yours. Not to mention the red exterior that rivaled the fiery-color of her hair. It was sleek and flashy at the same time - so much like the woman perched in the driver’s seat, who seemed more than pleased with having this car as an extension of herself to show off.

Wanda’s stomach fluttered at the nonchalant way you both went about yourselves despite the dull vibration happening between her legs that forced Wanda to grip at the car door. Neither you nor Natasha seemed to care much about the squirming woman; your high-heeled feet kicked up onto the dash as Natasha revved the engine with that same cocky smile she always wore.

Wanda watched admiringly as your fingertips skimmed gently over the skin of your wife’s neck, finding her earlobe and taking it between two fingers before giving it a loving tug.

Without so much as a beat to think about it, Natasha’s free hand left your thigh and came up to circle around your wrist before pulling your hand in front of her and pressed her lips to your palm.

Wanda hadn’t ever gotten to see much of the affection that happened between the two of you. The harder she thought about it; the more she realized that, besides a few quick kisses when Natasha had visited you in the office and the gentle hand that always seemed to settle somewhere around your waist, she hadn’t seen any affection between you.

She knew it was most likely purposeful - something like only show the world what it needs to see. But it was nice, to watch that tough-guy veil lifted from Natasha’s demeanor and your shoulders relax against your seat for once.

“You seem awfully impatient to get home, baby.” You taunted as the engine roared again. But you weren’t talking to the twitching younger woman. The smirk that spread across your face very clearly a tease directed at your wife, even as you flashed it towards the back seat.

Natasha’s eyes flickered, first to you, and then to Wanda through the rear-view mirror. Wanda could have sworn they visibly darkened with lust as they locked onto her own pleading expression. “What can I say? I’ve never been a very patient woman.”

Natasha caught the red tint in Wanda’s cheeks just before her eyes fell back onto the road and the car rolled to a stop in time to idle under the red traffic-light. “Do I make you that nervous, Maximoff?” Yes and everyone in the car already knew that. But everyone also knew those urgent emerald-colored eyes were not the reason for her flushed cheeks.

The question earned her a playful pinch into her ribcage as you narrowed your eyes, “Quit fucking with her, Tasha. Before she passes out right there in the backseat.” Your wife only laughed as your feet slid off the dash and onto the carpeted floor. You swiveled in your seat to face Wanda, “Ignore her, she can’t help but be a dick.”

Wanda smiled then, appreciating that Natasha could joke with her; even if her distracted state made it hard to differentiate between when the red-head was joking and when she was being serious.

You shuffled back into your seat once the car picked up speed again and Natasha’s hand settling back onto your thigh to trace meaningless shapes against the exposed skin. You glanced up, eyes sparkling as you admired her features.

“How- how did you meet?” Wanda asked suddenly as she looked between you and your wife. The question came from a place of genuine curiosity as well as a continuation of her need to keep herself distracted.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Natasha’s lips and Wanda could practically see the wheels turning in her head, “I picked her up in a bar and fucked her brains out in the alley out back.” Wanda shifted, choking on the moan that the combination of vibrator and Natasha’s bluntness threatened to pull from her throat.

“Oh please,” You muttered and rolled your eyes as your hand fell to your lap and intertwined your fingers with Natasha’s, “as if I would even look in your direction if I saw you walk into a bar.” Wanda giggled at the feign hurt that blanketed the older woman’s face.

You sent a dull smack to Natasha’s shoulder, “And what did I just tell you about fucking with her?” You hissed playfully as Natasha sighed dramatically, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

The three of you fell into a softened laughter for a moment and then Natasha took the chance to speak once a calm washed over the car, “It’s a very very complicated story, sweetheart, probably best to save it for another day.” You followed up her statement with a hum of agreement.

The truth was, you had met Natasha during your first year of law school. Back when she was just some punk in a band who walked around like she was hot shit and preferred to go out of her way pissing people off than to bother giving a damn about anything - or anyone.

You and the people you surrounded yourself with were scholars who spent their days listening to poetry or studying themselves to death. Some of your long-term grade school friends would get casually drunk in their friend’s dorms at the extent of their deviance.

But Natasha was different, she went to shitty bars for fun and played her music too loud through all hours of the night. She was apathetic towards anyone’s feelings but her own and found joy in giving random douchebags black eyes just because she could.

To say you had hated each other would be an understatement.

Everyone who had ever set foot in that apartment building knew; if you hear arguing, it’s the tenants in 25B and 26A going at each other’s throats - leave them be or risk getting caught in the vicious crossfire.

By now, the story of your first conversation had been told and retold so many times that anyone who had ever heard it could recount a different version they had been told and neither you nor Natasha would confirm which story was technically correct - it was like a game; the two of you vs the rest of the world.

It wasn’t that there was anything inherently wrong with the original story. It was more about most people finding it a hard pill to swallow that any decently healthy relationship could stem from a conversation that happened somewhere along the lines of Natasha screaming ‘i hate you, you insufferable little brat’ followed by your ‘oh, Romanoff, I love it when you talk dirty to me’.

But the story in itself did a lot to delineate the dynamic that would eventually settle between the two of you. It was quite simple really; Natasha was happy to take the backseat and let everyone think you were the one in charge when, in reality, you’d fall to your knees at the drop of a dime and all she had to do was say the word.

Emotionally, though, Wanda could clearly see that your relationship was fairly balanced. Neither of you seemed to take much more than you gave. Wanda admired that and watching the two of you helped her to better understand how your sex life worked so well.

“Another time, then.” Wanda didn’t dare push further, knowing you’d give up what you wanted - when you wanted. You hummed in confirmation again and reached back to gently brush your fingers against Wanda’s knee.

You noticed her beginning to stir in her seat again - crossing and uncrossing her legs, adjusting her hips, twiddling with her fingers - as her eyes fell out the window. When your eyes flickered to your wife, her finger was pressed into the remote control in her lap and gently turning the dial.

“Natasha, your impatience is rubbing off on others.” You decided to play dumb to Natasha’s game, figuring it to be more fun that way. Wanda internally cursed your perceptiveness as you elbowed at Natasha’s arm to get her attention.

“Is that so?” The red-head inquired as if she hadn’t just made it a thousand times harder for the woman to sit still, “Are you getting all worked up back there, Maximoff?” Wanda was usually a patient person, it was the pleaser in her that didn’t want to push any buttons, but something was making her feel entirely impatient - an ‘i need it and i need it now’ sort of impatience.

A surprised yelp erupted in Wanda’s throat when Natasha suddenly turned the toy up much higher.

“Oh, sweetheart, I love it when you make all those pretty sounds for us.” Natasha had all of the power in this situation, even from the front seat with one hand curled around the steering wheel and the other fiddling at the toy’s wireless remote.

She didn’t have to bother taking her eyes off the road as she listened to the stuttered moans and pleads that started to fall from Wanda’s desperate lips.

“Please, daddy.” Wanda didn’t know what she was begging for but she did know that the pleasure was starting to burn deliciously in her thighs and a look of incurable hunger sparkled from your gaze as you watched her.

“Let me hear you cry for it, baby.” Natasha taunted, a wicked smirk accentuating the evil in her tone. “Let me hear how bad you wanna feel good.”

Another shuddering whimper ripped from Wanda’s throat. Her senses were overloaded and body over excited - fingers searching desperately for something to grab onto, lungs screeching for air, and the ache settled at her clit was agonizing - and she hadn’t even been touched yet.

Then Natasha mumbled, “Go on, touch yourself. I know that you know how.” and Wanda’s eyes flashed between the both of you. She was searching for something in your expressions - anything to indicate whether Natasha was joking or not.

But all she could see was the glimmer of mischievousness that accented Natasha’s, seemingly permanent, smirk and the desperation in your eyes as you tried you best to keep your hands to yourself until you had permission not to.

“Come on, mommy,” You pleaded keenly, chin propped over the back of your seat to get the perfect view of the juddering woman behind you. “I want to see you get off.” Your words only made Wanda more anxious as she clenched around the toy but she wasn’t going to take advantage of this opportunity of having explicit permission.

She hooked her fingers around her underwear and lifted her hips from the seat just enough to peel them off, preparing to discard them onto the floor until Natasha piped in, “Give.” She ordered simply, returning the remote control to her lap and extending her free hand towards the back of the car.

Wanda placed the item in the red-head’s palm, watching her fist curl around the fabric before bringing it into the front with her. “You,” Natasha grabbed your attention without so much as a glance in your direction, “You don’t have permission to do anything but sit there and look all pretty, unless I say otherwise. Understand?”

You were eager to nod, content with the orders you had been given, as Natasha’s balled up the lace piece and shoved it between your parted lips without so much as a warning. You let out a mumbled ‘hmph’ and Wanda groaned at the sight of you with her underwear gagging your words. Her hips lifted off the seat instinctively - she would have settled for anything; hands, fingers, tongue, just something.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” This must be what a reward is like - Wanda thought - as the tone in Natasha’s voice fell from mocking to something uncharacteristically soft.

Wanda pushed her skirt away and up her hips, eager fingers finding the source of her arousal and spreading her folds to feel the sharp rut of cold air against the heat of her cunt. The moan that she let out was breathy and desperate, as if screaming oh please, please, please! even as there was nothing for her to be begging for.

“Go on baby, make yourself feel good for me. Can you do that?” Natasha questioned, lips upturned in pure evil but Wanda didn’t care as her head began nodding erratically and her fingers came down to circle around her clit.

She wasn’t entirely sure where to look. Should she watch Natasha through the rear-view mirror? Did she even have the courage to meet the hunger in your gaze as you watched her? Would Natasha scold her for closing her eyes? The thoughts made her actions faulted just as Natasha looked to check up on her.

“Look at her, dove,” Natasha cooed sarcastically, “your poor, dumb mommy is so desperate she doesn’t even know how to touch herself properly.” Wanda suddenly understood the appeal of Natasha’s condescending tone and she wanted more.

You mumbled incoherently through the fabric of Wanda’s underwear and quickly looked at Natasha with apologetic eyes as she threw a quick glare in your direction. “That was not an invitation to speak.” She barked as you quickly retreated your gaze back in Wanda’s direction.

“I know you know how to touch yourself, baby.” The rate at which Natasha could change her vocal tone was astonishing, “You expect me to believe I left our bedroom window open, all those times my little dove was getting out of the shower, for nothing?” The younger woman in the backseat took a sharp intake of breath as heat flushed her face for the millionth time in a day.

She couldn’t possibly deny watching you if the blush was any indication of her own lawlessness. Just as she couldn’t deny how she had sunk into her mattress minutes after with her hand between her thighs and imagined kissing every delicate inch of your skin. And the realization that it had been purposeful - at least on Natasha’s end since you were looking at her with surprise in your darkened eyes - made a new rush of arousal coat the inside of her thighs.

She was unapologetically leaking onto the seats as she stroked at her clit. Her eyes met yours for the first time in a number of minutes, locked there and refused to look away as she stroked a sharp circle around the thousands of sensitive nerve endings.

Natasha’s eyes flickered to Wanda through the rear-view mirror, “That’s pathetic, you think you’ll get off like that?” Wanda shuddered at the harshness, “Give my dove the vibe.” Your wife commanded sternly before her eyes fell back onto the road.

Wanda reluctantly tugged the vibrator from her cunt, the feeling caused her head to fall back against the seat as she breathed a sigh of release. You took the small pink toy from Wanda’s shaky hands as you listened to her whine at the empty feeling that settled inside her.

Natasha’s hand slid over the flesh of your left thigh before falling between your legs. “I should have known your slutty pussy would be this soaked. Always so wet, dove.” You let out a choked agreement, hips shuttering towards your wife’s fingers. “Put that toy to good use.” She instructed.

Your eyes fell onto her as you teased it around your entrance before pushing it into your waiting cunt with one long stroke. The vibrations made your hips buck into the air. “Shittt.” The word drew off your tongue slowly as if you were tasting every letter, followed immediately by a chuckle of satisfaction from your wife.

Wanda sunk a finger inside her own cunt, more than determined to cum; even by her own hand. You began to squirm in your seat with just as much desperation as the brunette when you craned your hips into the air in search of something greater than the rhythmic shake Natasha had reduced the toy to. You wanted to get your hands on Wanda - to kiss her, touch her, feel her. You needed to.

“O-oh.” It was the shaky sound that drew your attention back to the backseat, its echo made it indistinguishable between a moan and a whine.

Whatever it was, it seemed to please Natasha as she tightened her hand around the steering wheel and fought the urge to take her eyes off the road. “That’s it baby, keep going.” She encouraged at the soft wet sounds of Wanda’s walls clenching around her finger. “Give yourself more.” She instructed.

Wanda’s neck rolled back in a lull, eyes squeezing shut tightly as she added another slender finger. Your gaze made Wanda’s heartbeat fire all the more rapidly, even with her eyes closed she could feel the longing radiating off of you. It was seared into your brain, you were - for lack of a better word - trained to want to help her.

And your needy groan was proof as you looked her way with clouded eyes, watching the way she got herself off and her hips bucked with determination; fucking into her own fingers.

Natasha huffed, “If you’re going to be such a greedy little cumslut then make yourself useful and go help her.” It wouldn’t ever take anymore than that for you to launch towards Wanda, settle yourself to kneel onto the floor, and eagerly spit out the underwear as you braced your hands on either of Wanda’s thighs.

“You have until we get home to get her off or you’ll be the one working not to get punished.” Natahsa established, foot pressing into the gas pedal to methodically threaten you. “Yes, daddy.” You answered obediently, wasting not another second in pressing forward and taking Wanda’s clit between your lips.

She yelped in surprise and her hips bucked against your face, your mouth licked and sucked at her like a lifeline. Your eyes found hers, fluttering eyelashes and all, to watch the way her chest heaved.

She twitched with every stroke of your tongue, fragments of moans and whines and whimpers tumbling from her throat. But Natasha was having none of it, she wasn’t going to listen to the younger woman loose control so easily. “Talk to her, Maximoff. Or I’ll make her stop.”

Wanda’s toes curled in the confinement of her heels before her hands came up to bury in your hair and tug at the roots. “Fuck, put- oh fuck.” She was trying to speak even as she was melting under the heat of your mouth, especially as she listened to the toy buzz from its confinements in your cunt which was, without doubt, dripping onto the carpeted flooring.

The taste of Wanda distracted you from your will to rut your hips into nothing. She was intoxicating - you could keep drinking and drinking at her and you don’t think you’d ever get enough.

The blissful haze that had settled between you both was interrupted when Natasha sharply hissed a ‘get off, dove’ and you fought the urge to keep going as you pulled away with a complaining whine.

Wanda sobbed then, the feeling of her orgasm retreating made her quickly bury her hands in your hair and bring you back to her cunt. “Put that - oh god - put that dirty mouth to use, baby.” It was breathy and meek but the mere attempt satisfied the red-head in the front seat. “See? How hard was that, sweetheart?”

Wanda didn’t answer, she didn’t have it in her as the coil tightened deep within her stomach and she rocked her hips into your face - the worry of seeming desperate long forgotten as her orgasm approached. “Just like that, baby, just like that. Don’t stop.” She whined, tugging roughly now as her fingers burned with the force of the squeeze she had around the locks of your hair.

Tears ran down her face as she finally came, holding your head tightly against her as her body spasmed and twitched. You took what she was willing to give, mewling at the pleasured squeals that she let out as she coated your face.

When her orgasm subsided, she let you loose and basked in the gasp of air you took into your aching lungs. Her hand hooked under your chin, pulling you up to capture your lips in a filthy kiss.

It was sloppy; flattened tongues and clashing teeth as you kissed at her mouth and she cleaned her slick from your face.

Somewhere in the haze of your intoxication, you mentally noted how Natasha had gone alarmingly quiet. When your eyes flickered to her, she was already smirking at you with an ungodly glint in her eyes. “Fell just a little over your limit, baby.”

In your deep concentration on making Wanda cum, you hadn’t noticed Natasha pull the car into the driveway or shut off the engine. And the realization of your forthcoming punishment only made the pleasure of the vibrating toy inside you heighten.

“Oh, dove, don’t look so scared. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”

#rvn : sydwrites #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #moments silence au

[too-gay-for-marvel]

firestarter

a/n: welcome everyone, i needed a short break from love lingers cause i hit writers block, but please enjoy the thoughts in my troubled little mind

Word Count: 1,174

Warnings: pyromania, death

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

If there was one thing Wanda despised, it was fire. She could understand and appreciate the beauty of flames licking at the logs in a fireplace, or slowly devouring a wick in a candle, but she despised it nonetheless. It was a curious thing, her feelings for an element that by all means could do many beautiful things. But she couldn’t change how she felt, and she didn’t want to.

And then she met you.

Deep in the heart of New York City, she had gotten caught up in a protest against the Avengers. At this point it was nothing new to her, she was painfully aware of how most people felt about the group that she called family. That didn’t make it any easier to grin and bear it, but she did her best.

“Light her up!”

Wanda felt the terror seep into her bones like a tree root through concrete. The chaos was insurmountable and she had no idea what was going on, but she knew what those words meant. They meant destruction, fear, sometimes even death. She knew those three words would be the death of her, and she needed to leave.

But in her haste, she stumbled and felt herself collide with another body. It let out a hushed “oof” and she was desperate to leave, but her feet betrayed her. She instead looked up to apologise and felt the very fire she was so terrified of rage inside of her chest.

“You alright?” You asked in a Jersey accent that was so thick and muffled by your mask that she could barely understand. But the gentle crease of your brows told her your intentions.

“I should go,” Wanda managed to mumble with a tongue as heavy as lead.

“Before they notice you,” you continued. It should have sounded like a threat, but it didn’t. It sounded like compassion behind a violent mask.

You winked at her once before turning away from her and pulling out a glass bottle with a rag inside. Wanda knew what it was but didn’t want to say the name; it was too much of a reminder of the violence she had been raised in. You lit it with the skill and ease of a regular, like you were born to do it. And with an arm to rival Bucky, you threw it in the direction opposite her.

She was gone and in tears by the time she heard it shatter and explode.

After that, it seemed like every fire in the city was caused by you. Logically Wanda knew it wasn’t, but she found your face on the news far more often than was necessary. A smile usually adorned your face; a smile with a gap between the top front teeth and a chip in the left one. There was often a peace sign, and burn scars littered what skin you were exposing in whichever footage they had shown that night.

Arsonist. Pyromaniac. Menace. Sometimes Vigilante. Those were the words they called you, depending on who was speaking. The news stations and the police called you an arsonist. Discouraging parents called you a pyromaniac. The lovely old couple down the street called you a menace. But the ones who knew you called you a vigilante.

Wanda didn’t know what she would call you. When she saw you at the little bodega down the street from her apartment, she would’ve called you plain. The next time she saw you at the park with the strays, she would have called you trouble. At the little coffee shop downtown, she would have called you serene.

And when you finally asked her on a date, she would have called you beautiful.

It wasn’t like you both ended up being head over heels for each other right away. You had admitted to Wanda that even though you hated the Avengers, you still found her hot. Superficial, but Wanda had to admit it made her feel good for a few moments to know you found her attractive.

She fought with the way your affinity for fire made her feel. Knew that you wouldn’t use it against her, at least not on purpose. Once, after you came back from a long night with your friends - soot on your face and smelling of smoke - she asked why you were so obsessed with fire. What about such a dangerous thing could be so appealing to you?

“It humbles me,” you said with a shrug; “reminds me that I can’t control everything no matter how much I want to.”

Not long after your simple answer, you brought Wanda home to meet your parents. They were sweet; your dad had your humour and you had your mother’s nose. For hours the four of you sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and recalling stories of your childhood.

There was a lot of fire.

She laughed when she heard you had incinerated the neighbour’s underground cellar.

In hindsight, she shouldn’t have laughed. She shouldn’t have listened to your parents and believed them when they boasted about how safe you were. When had anything ever gone the way she had wanted, the way she had planned? It wasn’t even like she had been expecting it, it had come out of nowhere.

Wanda watched the news in abstract horror as a fire roared in the background. She knew your apartment like the back of her hand, but it looked different in this light. It didn’t look like home, it looked sinister, vengeful, taunting. The casualties were low, only two killed and one injured. Those numbers were almost forgettable in her line of work.

They said the fire started from a candle that your neighbour had knocked over.

It hadn’t even been your fault.

Your parents let her stay in your room after the funeral; it made her feel worse, but at least she felt closer to you. She would have stayed in there forever with your things if Natasha hadn’t come to collect her after a few weeks. There wasn’t any fight in her as Natasha gently led her out of the room and downstairs.

With tired eyes and a joyless smile, your dad pressed an old, unusable lighter into her hand. Your first one, he said. Your favourite. She held it so tightly that her knuckles paled and Natasha helped her out to the car. Outside of your room, it felt like you were gone. And you were, but now she couldn’t ignore it by sleeping in your bed or wearing your sweaters.

That lighter haunted her for the rest of her days, sitting on her desk. It taunted her and called out to her, reminding her of just why you were gone. Boasting about how it was so powerful that it could control life and death. Whispering about how her fears were warranted and yes, fire was destructive and something to be feared.

If there was one thing Wanda despised, it was fire.

And then she met you.

Now she wished it would take her too.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #marvel

[sugarhighanxiety]

listen to me ok

if you’re ever bored, read some of the dst quotes on the wiki

they’re either hilarious, link back to character lore, or both

wanda’s quotes for wes suggest that he’s a raging arsonist in a bad timeline and i just think that’s funny

also wx probably hates geese 

#dst #don't starve #don't starve together #dst wortox #dst wurt #dst webber #dst wanda #dst wes #dst wx #dst woodie

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Birthday Breakfast Shenanigans - Part 2

Word count: 2,700

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (romantic)

Warnings: none

By request - here is part 2 of my first Steve x reader fic from a while back! Part 1 is necessary for context, so if you haven't read it yet, I recommend doing so first. Enjoy!

Part 1

"Heh-hey! Happy birthday old man!"

Bucky offered Steve a hug, patting him hard on the back as he entered the lounge that morning. You trailed in behind him, clutching your mug of coffee close as if trying to absorb the caffeine through your skin.

"Look who's talkin'," Steve countered at his best friend. He took a seat on one of the sofas, stretching his legs out lazily in front of him and patting the seat beside him to invite you to sit down. Many of the others had already woken already and gathered, munching on their own breakfasts or sipping their own coffee while they awaited Steve to enact your plan.

"How's it feel to be ancient?" Tony teased, patting Steve's shoulder as he rounded the sofa to take his own seat in one of the cushy chairs across from where you sat.

"Ha-ha. Very funny." Steve rolled his eyes, but he was still in good spirits as he greeted the various other Avengers mulling around the room. He wrapped an arm idly around your waist, pulling you in close to his side where you could rest your head on his shoulder. The familiar scent of his cologne filled your nose.

Not wanting to dive right into the joke, you waited for a while as the others finished up their breakfasts and conversed casually, wishing Steve their happy birthdays. It would seem suspicious if you sounded too eager for the others to give him their cards. It was hard not to be - you couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

Fortunately, you didn't have to wait too long to start the festivities. Everyone's attention was drawn to the doorway as an excessively enthusiastic Peter entered with a somewhat sleepy-looking Wanda by his side. Wanda was carrying a birthday cake, decorated in red, white and blue frosting.

"It's totally ok to eat cake for breakfast on your birthday!" Peter declared, noticing the skeptical looks from the others.

"I had a fantastic breakfast already, thanks to this lovely lady," Steve responded, squeezing you tighter to his side. "But thank you, kid! Did you make that yourself, Wanda?"

"I... supervised," she responded, glancing at a sheepish-looking Peter.

"Look - I don't exactly have much experience in baking..."

"You nearly set the oven on fire."

"Not the point. The point is, I baked a cake successfully!"

You chuckled at the excited teen. "Saving the world from bad guys comes easy, but baking a cake you nearly turn into an arsonist?" Peter glared at you. "Are we going to sing?"

"Oh, please, no." Steve cringed.

"Uh-uh. You're not getting out of this after you made me sit through entire restaurant singing Happy Birthday last year," Bucky interjected, standing up to take the cake from Wanda. He approached Steve, holding the cake out in front of him as he began to sing, encouraging the others to join in. Steve shook his head with an embarrassed grin as he waited for the song to finish.

"You guys are the worst." He took in a breath and blew out the single birthday candle, prompting a chorus of cheers from the team.

"Good thing we didn't light a candle for every year of your age - might actually succeed in lighting the place on fire," Tony quipped.

"Ha, ha. Haven't heard that one before," Steve chuckled, rolling his eyes.

As Steve began slicing pieces of cake to pass around, you caught Peter's eye. He seemed almost as eager as you were to reveal the joke you'd all planned, pulling his card out from his back pocket and waving it at you with a pleading expression. You shook your head almost imperceptibly, mouthing to him: 'after cake.' He frowned impatiently but put the card back in his pocket at your request.

At long last, after everyone had gotten sufficiently sugar-high on cake before lunchtime had even arrived, you nodded to Peter to signal it was time. With an animated grin, he leapt to his feet and called for everyone's attention, silencing the room.

"Alright - so I know you said you didn't want birthday presents from all of us... but we all decided we at least had to get you birthday cards!" he announced.

"Oh, you guys didn't have to do that," Steve groaned humbly.

"Oh, yes they did," you argued, poking his side. "Stop being such a martyr - it's your birthday, and we're going to celebrate you whether you like it or not."

"Yes, ma'am," he submitted with a fond laugh.

One by one, each of the others handed Steve their sealed envelopes of various sizes with their cards hidden inside. Steve unraveled his arm from around you so he could begin opening them. The first happened to be from Tony - an 'old man' joke had to be expected coming from the sarcastic scientist.

"Well, at least this one only says I'm 97," Steve joked, holding up the card for you to see the '9' written in marker in front of a 7. You chuckled, taking the card and handing him another to open. This one came from Bucky, and had a cartoon on it from a toddler's television show with the number '11' written in front of the 3 printed on the card. "Wow. You guys are terrible."

"And you wouldn't have us any other way," Bucky declared with a grin, shoving Steve's shoulder playfully from the side opposite you on the sofa.

Steve started catching onto the joke when he opened Thor's card - not normally one to tease Steve for his age, given Thor himself was over a thousand years old, he had given him a card with a cartoon puppy on it in a party hat, having changed the age to say '108' instead of 8. Steve glanced up at Thor suspiciously.

"Alright. Who put you up to this?"

"I'm not certain what you're talking about, captain," Thor replied, playing dumb.

"I don't believe you." He took the next card from your hand. "Let me guess-" Steve looked up at Nat, who was seated on the arm of the chair beside Tony with a sly smirk on her face, "- this one has a dinosaur on it with '116' years old on the front?"

"Ooh, that would have been a good one - didn't think of a dinosaur, but now that you mention it..." she pondered aloud teasingly. You couldn't help but giggle at the joke, and Steve rounded on you.

"Was it you? You put them up to this, didn't you?"

"I... no?" You bit your bottom lip in an effort to keep from grinning, but by now Steve could see straight through you. His eyes narrowed playfully, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Your stomach flipped, and you stood up in preparation to run if the need arose.

"I'm going to finish opening these." Steve returned his attention to the stack of cards, but he kept his eye on you in his peripheral vision, making you feel flustered. Casually, you began taking a few steps away to put distance between the two of you as he went through the remaining cards, each with some sort of cartoon or animated photo intended for a child's birthday.

After reading the final card, Steve placed it on top of the stack he'd created beside him, rising to his feet. He glanced around at the others, most of whom were chuckling at the successful (but good-natured) birthday prank.

"Thanks everyone," he declared, smiling warmly at his friends around the room. "I really appreciate the effort that went into all of this." Slowly, he turned to look at you, who had managed to scoot a few feet away at this point. "I'm afraid I've got some business to attend to. But please, feel free to continue partying without me." Steve shot you a wink, and you took off running, knowing he wouldn't be far behind.

It really was pointless to try to outrun your super soldier boyfriend, you knew. Somehow, if you could manage to find a place to hide, maybe you could steer clear of him until the prank blew over. Although, in all reality, deep down you weren't upset about this turn of events.

Rather than doing the obvious and hiding in the room you shared with Steve, you slipped inside Bucky's room and left the door slightly ajar in the same way Bucky always did. He never did keep his room very neat, and you had to step over laundry scattered across the floor to reach your hiding place on the opposite side of his bed. The space was narrow between the edge of the bed and the wall, and so it provided a sense of security for you to hide.

You hadn't counted on Bucky coming back to his room.

Uncertain if he would give you away to his friend or if he'd take your side, you opted to remain hidden, keeping your breath low and shallow to avoid making any noise. Bucky sat down heavily on his bed without warning, causing the mattress beside your head to sink abruptly and eliciting a squeak of surprise. Suddenly, Bucky's face appeared over your head, peering down in the space between the bed and the wall where you were hiding.

"Really?" he whispered incredulously, trying not to laugh. "You thought here was a good place to hide?"

"Bucky! Don't tell him where I am!" you begged in a frantic whisper. "You were in on this too, remember!"

"Yeah, but it was your idea."

"Not the point. Please?"

"Bucky? Have you seen my lovely girlfriend?" Steve's voice echoed from down the hall, just outside Bucky's door. You gasped, clapping a hand to your mouth and shaking your head frantically in a last-ditch effort to get Bucky on your side. He sighed before disappearing from view, just as Steve's footsteps reached the door.

“Did she escape?” Bucky asked casually.

“She thinks she did. She knows I’ll find her.”

“Well, I haven’t seen her…”

“Are you sure?”

“Nope. Not here.”

Suddenly you felt something fluttering at the side of your neck. Barely suppressing a startled burst of giggles, you turned your head to see Bucky had let his arm hang down beside his bed, his fingers dusting across the skin on your neck below your ear.

“What do you have there?” Steve asked. You wished you could shoot Bucky a fiery glare, but his face was out of view.

“What, this?” Bucky tugged on a strand of your hair, making you huff in annoyance.

“Yeah. Got a stowaway over there?”

“Let me check.”

Suddenly, two hands slid underneath your arms from behind, effortlessly lifting you off the floor and into Steve’s view.

“Bucky!!” you growled indignantly. He ignored your griping, speaking to Steve directly.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about this.” Bucky wriggled his fingers under your arms for a moment, eliciting a yelp. “Want her back?”

“I do, actually. Thank you.” Steve approached and leaned over into the space you were hiding in, grabbing your ankles and lifting you up onto the bed with Bucky’s help. Before you could scramble away, Steve had scooped you up into his arms, carrying you as if you weighed nothing. “Thought this would be a good hiding place?” he asked you teasingly.

“Bucky you TRAITOR!”

“Hey, my loyalty is to Steve. I just enjoy helping you prank him, Bucky insisted, winking. Before you could retort, Steve had turned and was walking out of the room with you in his arms.

“I will admit - that was a pretty funny joke,” Steve noted as he entered the room you shared. “I’m impressed you were able to coordinate everyone joining in.”

“So you aren’t mad?”

“Of course not.” He deposited you unceremoniously onto the bed. “But I’m still gonna tickle you.”

“What?!”

“I never once threatened to come after you. You made the assumption yourself. Which leads me to think…” Steve climbed onto the bed, kneeling over your legs as he smirked down at you. “… you wanted me to chase you.”

“I- AHHAHA STEHEVE!!” Without further ado, he latched both hands onto your ribs and dug his fingers in. "WEHE ALREADY PLAHAYED THIS GAME!"

"And yet you wanted round two." He wriggled his fingers in faster, shifting one to your belly as you nearly succeeded in pushing it away from your ribs. With a squeal, you tried turning onto your side to block his access, finding you couldn't really turn much under his weight.

"I-HI NEVER SAHAID THAT!"

"You didn't have to, sweetheart. I knew the second you ran away."

Steve paused for a minute to gather your wrists in his hands, tired of dodging your batting hands. He gently forced a bend in your elbows to pin your arms to your chest with one of his large hands. You were already giggling before he moved his free hand to hover back over your belly, teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air.

"N-no, Steheve! Dohon't do it!" you pleaded weakly with a frantic shake of your head. He shot his hand close to your belly but stopped before he he made contact, laughing when you jumped and burst into rapid giggles.

"Are you air ticklish?" he asked fondly, clawing at the air only centimeters over your shirt. You tugged desperately at your wrists, sucking in air to pull your stomach away from his threatening fingers as your laughter increased in volume. "Well whatta you know? Maybe I'll just do this for a while? Less work for me!"

"STEHEVE!"

"What? You want me to actually tickle you?" His fingers began to grab and pinch gently at the skin of your belly, and you screeched in protest. "Ah, I suppose this is more fun anyway."

"YOHOU... ahah yohou're KIHILLING ME!!" you whined.

"Oh, come on. This isn't even your weak spot!" He relented in his attack on your belly, lifting your arms up over your head. Your eyes went wide, shaking your head wildly.

"No, nohoho, Steve!! Nohot there!!"

"But it's my favorite spot! It makes you laugh so adorably!"

"It's NOHOT ADORABLE!"

"Yeah, says you." He successfully pinned your wrists to the bed above your head, grinning down at your panic-stricken face. "I'll tell you what... I won't tease you this time first."

Without further ado, he scribbled his fingertips into the soft skin under one of your arms. You arched your back with a shriek. dissolving into hysterics almost immediately, just as you did earlier that morning. Your heels pounded against the mattress in ticklish agony, but you couldn't lie and say you weren't having fun. Though, eventually, you started to become somewhat breathless, cueing him to give you a chance to breathe. He tickled his way down your side to your hip before releasing your wrists and flopping down on the bed next to you.

"You are so damn cute," he declared, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close.

"Am not."

"Do I have to prove it again?" A few well-placed pokes to the belly had you shaking your head and insisting that no, he didn't need to prove anything. "You don't really think I'm old, do you?"

"What? No, of course not!" You rolled onto your side to face him. "You may be over a hundred, but technically you didn't get to experience a lot of those birthdays. They don't count."

"Is that right? Are you the official rule writer for what is and is not a legitimate birthday?"

"It's a tough job. Has to be someone with experience in these matters." You winked, making him laugh.

"Well, thanks. And thanks for a fun birthday."

"Oh, it's not over yet - we've got lots more fun planned for the day!" Steve shot you a skeptical look, and you giggled. "I mean real fun. No more pranks. Although, Bucky did say something about going out to dinner later..."

Steve groaned, sitting up and sliding off the bed. "Oh, I don't think so. I'm gonna put a stop to that right now." He paced swiftly out of the room, shouting Bucky's name down the hallway. You laughed, shaking your head at their sibling-like relationship. You only hoped he wouldn't tell Bucky it was you who told Steve his plan.

#steve rogers x reader #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #tickle fluff #tickle fic #ler!steve rogers