#bossyclarkkentbrawnysteverogerscrankybuckybarnestipsydeanwinchesterdirtycurtiseverettsleazyjohnnystormhornysamwilson x witch/princess reader

[oksana-moods]

Queens of Promise - Part 1

Summary: An ancient animosity between two realms explodes into a bloody war, but in this web of lies and thrones, nothing is what is seems. After years of tension, an attack on their borders forces King Pietro and Princess Wanda from Sokovia Realm to declare war at Queen Calanthe, the Lioness of Taharr.

 A/N: This enemies to lovers AU idea hit me a few days ago and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. This was absolutely fun to write, and I am still getting new ideas. Hope you all like it as well. The song theme is King and Queens from 30 seconds to mars.

As usual, let me know your thoughts.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, language, mentions of blood and war. If there is any other that should be mentioned, let me know.

“These lessons that we've learned here. Have only just begun” 

#not my pic

The sound of the thundering of horse hooves reached your ear first, then you saw four soldiers fleeing into your direction. You recognized their armors right away, letting your shoulders to assume a relaxed stance.

The knight standing by your left side moved and stopped the newcomers before they reached the clearing where you were. “What do you want Sir Coulson?” Her voice was demanding and you’re yet to meet someone that would challenge Lady Danvers, The Marvelous.

“M’Lady!” Their leader spoke with a small bow even though he was mounted, and you turned your horse to look at the man. “I bring Queen’s orders.” He was restless and you felt bad for him. A bloody battle was unfolding down the hill and here he was, serving as messenger.

“Speak.” You hissed already annoyed by the Queen’s whims. His eyes met yours and he looked like a person who wanted to apologize in advance. “She said for you to retreat.” He gulped. “She commanded you to go back to Triskelion and wait for her at home.”

“How dare she?” You were outraged at the idea of a retreat from the battlefield, you were a Lioness, you don’t run away. You let out a deep breath, clearing your head in the process. “Sir Coulson.” You called out the messenger. “What are the field reports?”

He puffed his chest and spoke fast, but clear. “The Maximoffs are nowhere to be seen, their army and Commander, Lord Rogers, The Righteous, is there but not the King’s coat of arms.” He continued. “Sir Barnes, the ruthless Winter Soldier, is leading their vanguard, which is impenetrable, but their flanks are being suppressed little by little.”

He broke eye contact with you and nodded towards the faint screams and sound of metal coming from the distance. “The Queen is fighting in the rear, protected by Sir Belova, of course.”

“And Lord Wilson?” Your question made Coulson to look at you again. “He’s in the right flank trying to break the Winter Soldier’s ranks, to force a retreat.” You nodded. None this would matter, not a single lost life in the battlefield would matter, since the Maximoffs were not here. What kind of King send their men to a slaughter but stays hidden in his castle? Coward.

“Anything else?” You asked calculating rather your next move should be join the Queen in the rear or to reinforce the left flank to create a strong tweezers, but your train of fought was broken by Coulson’s reply.

“The Scarlet Knight and Lady Romanoff, The Black Widow, were seen going west around the Gauntlet Valley with a small troop and they were fast.” You turned to look at him. The Scarlet Knight were a famous relentlessness knight, and no one knew their face accept a few people in Sokovia’s realm.

If King Pietro sent his most trusted knight and his best assassin to a quest this is bound to be of extreme importance, if to his realm or to the war, was something that you were yet to find out. Making up your mind, you started to give orders to the people around you.

“Lord Barton, go to reinforce the left flank and try to push them down that damn hill once and for all.” The man nodded and started to yell orders to his unit and soon, they galloped to where you have indicated.

“Lady Danvers and Lady Rambeau, call your men, we’ll meet that retinue by the end of the valley if we ride northwest.” Carol promptly moved her horse and went to reunite her unit, but Maria and Coulson started their protests. Ignoring Maria for now, you spoke to Coulson.

“You’ll go and tell the Queen that you saw me riding south, but I refused your escort.” The man looked torn between the Queen’s orders and yours. “Go, now. It’s an order.” You didn’t like to remind people what your position was, it was one of your first lessons while growing up.

‘If you need to remind people of who you are, then your leadership is a shiny empty bottle. Pretty but easy to crack.’ Your mother’s voice in your head was clear as crystal and you shook it away. Sometimes there was no other way. “Of course.” He turned his horse and fled towards the bloodshed.

“Maria, I can feel your glare piercing my skull.” You spoke moving your horse towards your friend and protector. “Then you know that you should abide to the Queen’s orders.” Her voice and face were stern, but you sent an amused grin at her.

“Bear with me, my friend. Scarlet and Romanoff in a quest during a battle? There is a real chance that we can learn their plans!” Oddly, you felt like a child stupidly excited facing a dangerous challenge.

“And there is a real chance that we get overpowered, and they slaughter us all.” She rested her hand on her horse’s saddle. “If we get killed, Queen Calanthe will hunt me in hell.” You grinned at her antics and heard Carol’s deep voice.

“You know she’s too stubborn to listen to your wise, my love.” Maria let out a huff at her wife’s words. “The unit is ready.” Carol signaled that you were ready to go. You grabbed the reins and raced down towards the Valley.

“Who wants to bet how long we’ll be locked in the dungeons for this?” Your grin was matched by Carol’s while Maria only rolled her eyes at your childish recklessness.

---

You grunt when a body collides with you, making you to take two steps backwards to keep your fighting stance. You lost your shield almost at the same time your horse ran away, forcing you to fight on the ground.

The sound of metal clinging against metal and an occasional scream of pain was all that you could hear in the valley. You twisted your sword at the same time you moved to the side which caught your enemy by surprise, it took seconds for his lifeless body reach the ground.

“I thought we were going to prepare an ambush.” Carol yelled at you over the battle noises while you moved to your next opponent. “Apparently, they thought the same.” What was supposed to be a hunt turned out to be a battlefield.

Somehow, the sokovians were waiting for you and they were in a far larger number than Sir Coulson has reported. The Scarlet Knight and Romanoff continued their way to the west, towards the harbor, towards Iron Bay in Starksland. But why?

Sokovia Realm doesn’t have access to the sea, it only makes sense that they’ll use a friendly realm’s harbor. However, King Tony was adamant in being kept out of your realms’ conflict since he’s friends with both nations. If sokovians were abusing his benevolence were yet to be seen.

Finally, you disentangled yourself from your enemies and ran towards the first horse you land your eyes on, quickly riding after the knights, mildly aware that your best friends and protectors were following you.

The saddle wasn’t prepared for you, but you managed to keep a fast pace and after taking some short cuts, you started to smell the salt in the air. The shore wasn’t far. Ahead of you were a small troop of five knights.

Instantly spotting a knight with a dark red armor and another with a black one, you nudged the horse to go faster, making yourself known to the cortege. This time they all turn around and prepared for a fight against you and, after looking over your shoulder, Lady Rambeau.

You throwed a spear directly at the chest of the first person coming at your direction and you jump out of your horse into the second. The momentum making the soldier to fall on their back, losing their air and helmet and with your sword, you make sure he won’t get up again.

A metallic thud indicated you that Maria took care of the third knight. Good. Now there were only the significant ones. You raised your sword showing them that you were ready for a fight, but Romanoff’s smirk told you that she had a different idea in mind.

“White armor, lion’s crest on chest plate, scowl on their face…” The voice that came from inside the Scarlet’s Knight helmet belonged to a woman, and she spoke as if she knew who you were. “Well, well if isn’t the Young Lioness standing on our feet.”

“In the flesh. Now, reveal yourself, woman!” You snarled at her, slightly uncomfortable by the way she spoke. “Now, you sure you wanted that, don’t you?” You could hear her smirk through her patronizing words and your patience was running dry.

Before you could speak, an arrow passed by you, nearly hitting your shoulder. You looked to the side to see a new number of soldiers wearing sokovians colors and you groaned, already tired of this fight.

Before they reached where you were, you lunged at Scarlet and the blood staining your armor made her horse uneasy, catching her out of guard by your boldness – or reckless - movement. You used your sword to cut her saddle, making impossible for her to run again.

It was your turn to be caught out of guard, when she jumped at your figure, metal clashing against metal was all your heard before your back hit the ground. Somehow, Scarlet was still standing on her feet.

You kick her where you think her stomach is and use the momentum to stand on your feet with your sword automatically pointed at her. Her strike was hard, but it was lighter than you thought it’d be, allowing you to dictate the rhythm of your duel.

You went up and down, left to right but every time she parried your attacks dexterously. That was until you hit her hand which caused her sword to fly to the ground. Unexpectantly, she advanced against you, closing the gap and you too lost your sword.

You two wrestled on the ground relentlessly until you managed to pin her on the ground right after she lost her helmet. When you finally looked at her face, you gasped feeling the air blown out of your lungs and everything else was just background noise.

“You”. Your voice was an octave above a whisper. Recollecting yourself from your initial stupor, you spoke again. “Who would’ve thought that the brave Scarlet Knight was none other than Princess Wanda Maximoff.” You flashed her a smirk.

Part 2

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda #wanda marvel #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x fem #wanda x female reader #wanda x oc #wanda x you #Scarlet Witch #medieval au #marvel series #princess wanda

[cereza-bat]

You know what, I’m tired of the little mermaid AUs were they end up with a human. I want to see them end up with the sea witch ok. Maybe they just weren’t even that into humans and it was a misunderstanding, but after their dad was so against it, what else was there to do but dial it up to 11. So the witch(gender neutral term btw) is all about owning them should they fail. “Oh you mean I’ll belong to you? ;) that’s kinky ;) what do you plan on doing with me ;) ;)”. This just has a lot of potential ok.

#don’t judge me #the little mermaid #little mermaid #sea witch #Ursula #little mermaid au #mermaid #mermaid au #fanfic #fanfic prompt #fic prompt #ship prompt #fic idea #mer au #villain x princess #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader

[hesthermay]

me planning a bucky x reader tangled au on top of everything else i have to do :)

#i just #it’s my fave disney princess movie #and and and #bucky :( #flynn :( #djdbsksbsoe #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #disney tangled #the witch: speaks

[truly-madly-slytherin]

Oh she’s a wild one; fire and ice and all things spice. And though she be little, she be fierce; a force so great it cannot be pierced. She’s just a girl and she’s on fire. A powerful being who remains unseen; she will forever be the Dark Lord’s Queen

#Fleur Rosier #dark lord’s queen #slytherinqueen #the dark princess #harry potter and goblet of fire #slytherin x reader #slytherin #slytherin witch #harry potter and chamber of secrets #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter #tom riddle x reader #lord voldemort x reader #voldemort fanfic #lord voldemort #young tom riddle #tom riddle #Lord Voldemort au #hier of slytherin #fanfiction #moodboard #Harry-potter-fanfic #tom riddle imagine #syltherin #Leo slytherin

[su-reader-imagines]

You know those AUs where Pearl and Spinel switch places and Pearl is all evil and scary? Imagine that but she’s also a witch and you’re a princess just waiting for someone to whisk you away somewhere...

#i am in love with swap!pearl #hot and evil unhinged ladies yes please #steven universe #su #swap!pearl #steven universe the movie #su pearl #swap pearl #swap!pearl x reader #pearl x reader #witch!pearl #self shipping #swap!au #steven universe au #her nickname on the discord is ‘swirl’ #princess!reader #romantic f/o

[galacticempiress]

trespasser (4/?)

(from my other acc @gothcmss, the rest of the parts are there)

star wars x mcu x fem!reader

summary: tony and (y/n) try to rescue rey from the finalizer.

words count: 2.1k+

warnings: cussing, violence, overuse of commas.

You walked behind Tony towards what you assumed is someone you’re supposed to go to, judging the way he dressed. “You must be Lieutenant Natchios! You’re extremely la-” Hux turned to your direction to see the most wanted man in the universe. His eyes widen while Tony smiled at him and waved.

“Hey there!” Tony says, showing fake enthusiasm. Deep inside Tony, he was absolutely terrified. He doesn’t know if this guy he heard from earlier is a force-sensitive. He didn’t want to encounter Kylo again and wanted to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible.

“Saw this man while I was on my way here. Extremely witty even when I captured him.” (Y/N) gave Tony a fake glare to make sure the ginger bought the act.

“With that strange beard, I can already tell he’s going to be a problem.” Hux mutters, “Lead him to the interrogation room. A stormtrooper will lead you there and Kylo and I will deal with him later.” Hux says coldly before leaving. A stormtrooper walks in front of you and signals you to follow him.

“The general insulted my goatee! Did you hear that!?” Tony whispered and gasps dramatically.

“I heard it alright but guess what, Tony?” (Y/N) looks at him, making Tony turn his head to the side with curiosity, “We’re not gonna do anything about it just because someone insulted your goatee.” It was a silly reason to start a scene. 

Tony scoffs and spoke, “Well, my goatee is a pretty big dea-” The stormtrooper turns around abruptly, making the duo come to an immediate stop. 

“Shut it, rebel scu- ah!” The stormtrooper flew back and landed on the ground with a loud thump. The sound of sizzling was heard and the billionaire made a ‘hmph’ sound. He walked towards the dead stormtrooper and lead him to a janitor's closet.

“Keep guard (Y/N).” The woman nodded before he closed the door. While Tony was changing, (Y/N) looked at the environment around her. Squeaky black clean floors, a small black...trapezoid passing by at times, and hallways that seem to go on forever. This was not the environment that (Y/N) was used to but something felt right. Like she’s been here all this time.

“Is it clear out there, (Y/N)?” Tony whispers loud enough through the crack of the door, snapping out of her thoughts. It took a moment for (Y/N) to process what he just said. 

Looking left and right, (Y/N) turned to the door. “Yes, it’s safe.” The door creaked open to reveal Tony as a stormtrooper. Surprisingly, the attire seemed to fit Tony.

“Now we just have to find Rey.”

After a few lefts and rights, they reached the cells. “The interrogation room has to be in this hallway.” The duo walked through the hallway silently, as each cell had some type of animalistic sound. It was so unsettling that Tony started to walk faster. Looking through each small window was a unique looking creature, some being droids. Until one particular room. (Y/N) stopped and squinted but it didn’t do any good.

Tony notices and stops walking, “C’mon (Y/N).” The playboy urged his partner to follow but she just continued staring. Someone was on a table - or chair - with two cuffs per arm. (Y/N) took a couple of strides and peered into the small window. A paleish brunette was on the table. Female, brunette, brown eyes, young...this must be her. 

“Tony, is that Rey?” Tony lightly pushed (Y/N) to the side and looked into the window. Finally!

                                           -

Kylo stared at the Darth Vader helmet with displeasure. He hated the outsiders with a passion. His plan would have worked out perfectly if they hadn’t come. “Supreme Leader, Lieutenant Natchios arrived-” And of course, Dopheld Mitaka walks in.

“You should have knocked, Lieutenant.” Kylo says dauntingly and slowly, enough for Mitaka to become awkward and wrap up the conversation.

“But she found the man you were looking for while she was on the way and now they’re both heading to the interrogation room...” Mitaka stops himself from speaking any further, worried about his leader’s next action. The raven-haired man stands and slowly turns around to face the Lieutenant.

“They’re here? Aboard the Finalizer?” He stands close enough to Mitaka, causing him to look down at his feet.

“Y-yes sir.” There was a moment of silence. Mitaka closed his eyes and expected for the worst. For a few moments, nothing happened.

“No need to alert the troopers. I’ll do this alone.”

                                          -

“Rey...wake up!” The sound of a male voice was heard within Rey’s surroundings. Rey blinked a couple of times before opening her eyes. Everything was a blur until she squinted. 

“Are you okay? We gotta move fast.” Tony and (Y/N) released the cuffs and lifted her up before they could make sure she could stand. The brunette woman stared at the (H/C) woman in confusion.

“Wait, aren’t you a Lieutenant?”

Before (Y/N) could respond, Tony interrupts. “She’s in disguise and we gotta go now!” Rey grabs her lightsaber that was on the far side of the room and follows Tony to the door. (Y/N) runs along with them but a sudden feeling stopped her. She didn’t know what. Whatever this feeling was, it wasn’t good. Something was beyond the door. Fear started to rush into (Y/N)’s head. She put her hand in her pocket and held the object that Poe gave her and clicked it. An impulsive decision.

“Stop.” With one word, the Jedi and the billionaire turned around in confusion.

“What?”

“W-We can’t go through there. Someone is there.” (Y/N) stutters. An image of a man in a dark cloak and mask was shown in (Y/N)’s head. Whoever that was, he was at the end of the hallway. How can I see this?! (Y/N) thought. 

“Wha...H-How do you know that?!” Tony laughs in disbelief and slight annoyance from how little progress has been made. (Y/N) on the other hand, she was distraught and scared.

“I just...know?” The (H/C) haired woman also sighs stressfully, not knowing how to describe it. Rey’s face contorts from confusion to shock. She knew exactly what she was talking about.

Before Rey could speak, the door hissed open. There stood the ginger from a few moments ago and a man with all black, just like the one (Y/N) envisioned. “Outsider.” (Y/N) felt a sudden pressure around her neck and choked. Kylo dragged her into his grasp as he raises his arm against her head. Rey and Tony advanced toward Kylo, resulting in Kylo making them stand in place. “(Y/N) (L/N)...” Kylo says but nothing else is said after. A few seconds later, his face contorts into anger. “You...are very...hard to read.” A look of realization appeared upon his face. “Stronger than I had predicted.”

A beam of light struck upon the group, causing everyone to fly back. As the beam of light disappeared, the figure was revealed. “Metal man, (Y/N), You. We’re heading back to Earth now.” The group runs towards Thor as he opens up the Bifrost.

“No!” Kylo runs into the Bifrost as the group went up into the rainbow road. Tony looks down at the long-haired man and blasts him but missed. Kylo held his hand out towards him but nothing happens. He does it again and again but still, nothing happened. “WHAT!?” Kylo roars as he looks at his hand with confusion and anger. In the moment of vulnerability, (Y/N) immediately takes out her pistol and shot at him.

The Supreme Leader flew his hand towards his shoulder, groaning at the slight pain. He quickly looks back up and proceeds to go up faster. “Blast him, Tony!” Tony did as he was told until a big white flash of light flashed everyone’s eyes.

                                         -

They landed in front of the Avengers base. “Wow, that was a fun...ride...” Rey trails off as she looks at the atmosphere around here. Green. A lot of Green. “So vibrant...”

As Tony guides Rey to base, (Y/N) strides to the God of Thunder. “Did he follow us, Thor?” (Y/N) whispers to Thor. Thor doesn’t answer and if Thor had to be completely honest about Ren, he didn’t know. The dirty-blonde haired man was reluctant to answer as he opened his mouth but only sighs, as it only brought more concern to (Y/N).

“Lady (Y/N), we will deal with the strange man later. We have the foreigner to deal with for now.” Thor smiles reassuringly trying to make the former assassin feel better. It didn’t help but she smiled back anyways.

“And where’s the rest of the crew?”

“They are inside. They have the gauntlet.” A wave of relief swept over (Y/N). As (Y/N) follows Thor inside, she couldn’t help but notice that the strange feeling she had had before was gone. Like it had never existed.

                                         -

Kylo gasps and quickly gets up and felt the cold air around his head. His mask was gone. “Shit.” He pats himself down until he felt his saber by his side and calmed down. Exhausted, he closed his eyes and put his arms by his side. Until a loud honk intruded his ears. Lifting his back up once again (as quickly as he could), his eyes landed on a landspeeder with wheels on them with very bright beams way too close to him. The landspeeder was also bright yellow with a big bold “T” on it and some type of arch on top with a...hologram on it?

“Get off the fucking road!” The man honked at Kylo as Kylo quickly ran to what he assumed was the safe side of the so-called “road”. As the Dark Jedi caught his breath, his eyes looked up. Where was he? Hundreds of lights reflected off of Kylo’s eyes. Are these holograms...? No, this is something different. The lights were on top some of the tallest buildings but not as tall as the buildings Kylo has seen. Kylo’s confused amazement was interrupted when a random person had bumped into him without even saying a word. Do they know who they just bumped into?

“Hey!” Kylo yelled and looked behind him, his hand darting to his weapon. His eyes widen in shock. Millions of civilians were walking around him, staring at his abnormal outfit for a second but then kept looking straight forward. Kylo completely forgot what the person looked like and just stood there. This is not my home world...What the hell was I doing before thi- His eyes darted at a hologram. In the biggest font, it said Home of the Avengers! Earth’s Mightiest Heroes! and below it were the people Kylo was looking for. “Tony Stark.” Kylo muttered venomously at the hologram.

“I know right? What an amazing guy!” A man stood next to Kylo, startling him. The man’s eyes were full of glee and hope as the hologram shone against his face yet his eyes weren’t facing the hologram. It was safe to assume that he was blind. His smile was the widest smile Kylo had seen in awhile. It was clear to the Supreme Leader that he wasn’t home. He looked below to see children and adults dressed as the beloved heroes. Where he was from, it was not safe to show if you were with the Resistance or First Order. From what he had seen, his enemies were the heroes of the world.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get to introduce myself. Matthew Murdock.” Matthew put his hand out to shake Kylo’s but Kylo had just stared at it. Was this a greeting? The vibe went from welcoming to awkward in just a couple of seconds. The brunette man put his hand in his pocket awkwardly.

“Kylo Ren.” Kylo spoke in a monotone voice. To Matthew, he could sense something unsettling about who he just met. Kylo suddenly grew angry towards his newly found acquaintance. He was supporting the wrong hero in battle. He grabbed Matthew by the collar. “Tell me what planet this is or I will execute you by my saber, Rebel scum.” He spat against his face.

Matthew, completely immune to Kylo’s attempt to be intimidating (due to the countless times Kingpin has done that), stayed calm but was also bewildered. “You’re on Earth and wherever you came from, you have no reason to be here.”

“No reason?” Kylo laughs a bit before becoming serious again, “It’s none of your business. ” He drops the blind man, making him fall to the ground. Kylo walks to the nearest alley and ignites his lightsaber, making sure it’s in perfect condition. As for The Force, Kylo couldn’t understand why it suddenly went away. Putting his saber away, he continued his quest to find The Avengers and crush them. Kylo smirked as he knew the so-called Avengers wouldn’t even see him coming.

But Matt Murdock had other plans.

@multi-madison @treestarrrrrrrr @holybatflapexpert @bonza-bear @ren-ni @reejero @bitch-imma-head-out @1-800-starmora @infinity-star-wars @tachibubu @kingbouji3

#star wars #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #kylo ren x reader #rey x reader #finn x reader #poe dameron x reader #general hux x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #tony stark x reader #captain america x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #thor x reader #scarlet witch x reader #peter parker x reader #bruce banner x reader #han solo #princess leia #luke skywalker #iron man x reader #steve rogers x reader #black widow x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #spiderman x reader #crossover #marvel imagines #star wars imagines

[ariasfandom]

Princess Stuff

You're walking through The Avengers Compound when you see Wanda repetitively kicking the air. You tilt your head in confusion as you watch her. "Wanda, honey," You say sweetly but carefully as you approach her. "What are you doing?" You ask softly.

She doesn't look at you nor stop what she's doing, Wanda simply says, "Princess stuff."

Origally posted febuary 13th, 2020

source quote: https://lesbian-deadpool.tumblr.com/post/186969123799/wanda-kicks-the-air-over-and-over-yn-what-are

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #marvel #mcu #avengers #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda is a princess #and I'm falling back in love with her #Revised and reposted from my old blog #x reader #reader insert #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self ship community #the avengers

[avengerscompound]

Princess

Princess:  A Scarlet Witch Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count:  1604

Warnings:  smut (oral sex, tribbing, Wanda using her powers)

Synopsis:  You’re in love with a girl with extraordinary powers who isn’t afraid to use them on you.

Princess

Waking up wrapped around Wanda is one of the best feelings in the world.  She is always so peaceful when she sleeps.  Awake, her mind is constantly busy.  The thoughts of others are always cluttering her mind making it hard to hear her own thoughts.  Not to mention that he telekinesis and power projection comes from her mind too, which meant using them just added to the strain.  It makes her a little on edge and exhausted, even on days where she doesn’t use her powers actively.  When she sleeps all those thoughts that normally fill her head and make her need to focus twice as hard as a regular person, just blend into her dreaming mind and she’s able to relax.  Relaxed and vulnerable, she’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

She’s also cuddly and tactile.  Seeking out touch like she’d been starved of it.  She sleeps snuggled up under your chin, one arm draped over you and the other curled up under your cheek and resting in your hair.  Her legs are always completely tangled with yours.  You had to make sure you absolutely were completely ready to sleep through when you settled into bed because once she was asleep you weren’t getting up again.

Wanda has a way of making you feel loved and desired.  Needed and supported.  Possessed and free.  She trusts you completely and loves you fully.  It’s easy to make your heart open to her because she knows every dark secret resting in the recesses of your mind and she still wants you.

In return, you are her safe place.  You have never looked at her like she was some freak or monster.  You have never believed she was guilty of the crimes they accused her of.  You want to protect her from all the hate and fear she faces.  And every day you learn something new about her that makes you love her even more.  She’s your best friend, your lover and the piece of you, you didn’t even know you had been missing.

So in these quiet moments of the early morning, where she sleeps peacefully, you take the time to just appreciate her. Her body relaxed and her chest rising and falling against you gently.  The sun just peeking through the moth-eaten curtains making the light play in her hair.  It catches dustmotes as they float around you, making the air look like it’s on fire and making it look like she’s an ethereal being.

You run your fingers through her hair curling a lock around your finger and letting it go.  She stirs a little and nuzzles into you a little more, her hand tightening in your hair briefly.  A smile plays on your lips and you press them against her head.

“Good Morning.”  She murmurs from her spot under your chin. You can feel her breath, hot against your clavicle.

“Morning, princess.”  You whisper.

She pulls back and looks at you, a playful smile on her face and her blue eyes twinkling.  “I am not the princess, you are the princess.”

You brush a lock of hair off her face and lean into her, rubbing your nose against hers.  “Can’t we both be princesses?”

“Doesn’t a princess need someone to rescue her?”  Wanda asks, ghosting her lips over your cheek.

“I think these princesses can rescue each other just fine.”  You reply, tilting your head.  She captures your lips with hers.  You kiss slowly, mouths caressing each other.  Sucking softly.  Your tongues briefly touch before slipping over the other’s lips and dipping into each other's mouths.  There’s a prickle over your skin, akin to static electricity as Wanda engages her powers.

You pull back and she smirks at you, her blue eyes now tinted red.  “What shall I do with this do you think?”  She asks, holding her hand up, the red glow of her projected powers dancing over her fingertips.

“Wanda, you bad girl.”  You say, pushing her onto her back and kissing her again.  This time the kiss is hungrier.  Filled with need and desire.  You nip at her lips and your tongues circle against each other.  That static like buzz increases and you start feeling it all over your skin.  The intensity gradually increasing on your breasts first.  She uses her telekinesis to tug at your nipples, the red energy swirls over you areolae and squeezes your breasts, making it feel like lightning itself is teasing you.   Her hands graze over your back, just the fingertips making contact with your skin as she uses them to guide her powers on you.

Your hands tease the undersides of her breasts and skim down over the smooth skin of her stomach.  You break the kiss, your mouth moving to her neck, and sucking gently at the sensitive spot just under her jaw where you can feel the beat of her pulse against your lips.  It elicits a soft moan from her.  There is a soft scratch of her nails on your back and the buzz intensifies just a little on your pussy.

You ghost your lips down her neck and along her collarbone.  Periodically you stop to nip or suck at her skin.  Your hand reaches her pubic mound and you tease your fingers over it.

Wanda moans and looks down at you.  Her eyes now surrounded by an aura of red and her pupils fully dilated.  “Mmm… my love.  I want to try something.  Do you trust me?”

She lifts her leg and presses her thigh against your pussy.  The buzz increases focusing on your clit sending pleasure creeping out from your cunt through your body.  You roll your hips against her thigh as a deep moan escapes you.  “Yes, of course, Wanda.  With everything.”

Her hands run through your hair and suddenly you feel linked with her.  You can feel the way rubbing on her thigh affects you.  The way it adds pressure to that buzz she’s creating on your clit.  But you can also feel how it’s making her thigh slick and warm with your arousal.  It’s like there is the ghost of it on your own leg.

You look up at Wanda letting out a slow breath.  “Fuck, Wanda.”  You hiss.

She smirks at you and her tongue darts over her bottom lip.  You slip a finger between her folds and circle it over her clit.  The same feeling ghosts over your own clit and you both gasp.  Wanda falls back onto the pillow and arches back.

You kiss your way down her body.  Every touch by you onto her you feel the echo of, adding to the buzz of her telekinetic powers being used on you.  You flick your tongue over her nipple and slip your middle finger inside of her cunt.  You feel the pull of your mouth on your own breast and the press against your own g-spot.  Wanda’s powers falter for a moment as her hand's grip onto your back and she bucks up under you.  The sounds she makes lies somewhere between a moan and cry.  It’s primal, escaping her against her own will.

You bite at her nipple and move lower, the point of your tongue drawing a trail down her stomach.  You run your tongue up her pussy, and circle it over her clit.  The tart-sweet taste of her filling her mouth.  She is soaking for you, it runs down your hand in rivulets.

Wanda moans loudly and her body twists under you.  “I can taste myself.”  She mewls.

You suck her clit into your mouth, running your tongue over it as you add a second finger to her cunt.  Her powers falter again and she writhes under you.  The intensity of everything that is happening between you is almost too much. You moan into her cunt and your legs tremble, but you keep stroking your fingers over her g-spot, feeling it under your fingertips and the ghost of it in your own cunt.  You drip.  Your arousal runs down your trembling legs.  Each lap of your tongue takes in more of Wanda’s fluids and adds to your own pleasure.  It takes all your effort and concentration to continue.  The intensity of what you feel is like nothing you’ve ever felt.  Your body feels like a live wire.  Pressure builds in your core and sweat clings to your skin.  Your hand shakes as you use it.  Twisting your wrist and curling your fingers to call her climax to you.

Wanda’s orgasm hits her hard.  She arches up and cries out, her legs closing around your head.   Her whole body glows red for a moment and she clutches at the sheets.   When she comes you feel it like it’s happening to you.  It shudders through you and your legs shake with it.  You can’t focus and as Wanda settles back against the mattress you collapse with your head against her stomach, panting and trembling.

Wanda gently plays with your hair as she gets control of her breathing and you both come down from your orgasm high.

“That was incredible.  I didn’t know you could do that.”  You murmur.

Wanda hums.  “I did not know either.  It was very intense.”

You slowly move, getting on your hands and knees and crawling up over her.  “I love you, princess.”  You hum, and peck her lips.  Her arms wrap around you, holding you in place as she deepens the kiss and licks her fluids from your lips.

She pulls back and looks at you, her eyes soft and now fully returned to their natural blue color.  “I love you too, my princess.”

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #femslash saturday #princess

[cassieb1617]

Dramatic💌

Pairing: Dad!Sirius Black x daughter!reader, Background Fred Weasley x fem!Black!reader

Fluff/humour

Summary: Sirius found out about his daughter’s boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

Warnings: absent mother; mentions of death; I think that’s all

A/N: My daddy issues got the best of me; *slight AU where Sirius didn’t go to Azkaban. Otherwise I guess it wouldn’t make sense.

The people from the noble and most ancient house of Black were frightened witches and wizards. Be it the cold gaze they have on their face or that they were known for their interest and participating in dark and borderline illegal magic. Maybe it was the almost emotionless grey eyes that were a signature look or the way they glare at people like they were killing them. The Blacks were, all in all, not very pleasant people to be around. Though, of course, there were exceptions. Such as Andromeda Tonks née Black, who got disowned for marrying a muggleborn, Ted Tonks. Or Sirius Black, who got disowned for befriending and communicating to half-bloods, muggle-born and blood-traitor.

But if asking around Hogwarts in 1995 you would get the answer that it was the sweet, quiet but charming (y/h), (y/n) Black. Daughter of Sirius Black and an one night stand he can’t remember. Nonetheless Sirius loved her like he did no one else. She was her father’s pride and happiness. Never had Sirius felt such love and admiration for somebody. And (y/n) felt no different towards him. Since she can remember it was always her father and herself. Her mother was never in the picture so Sirius took care of her alongside her uncle Moony and James and Lily. After the tragedy in 1981 the picture changed. Then it was just Sirius, Remus, little Harry and (y/n). It was when she got older that she knew what happened. So when (y/n) had to go to Hogwarts Sirius was practically sobbing and Harry cried because she left while Remus just rolled his eyes at their unnecessarily dramatics, although he had slipped a few tears as well.

Now it was july 1995 and the Order of the phoenix was staying in 12 Grimmauld place, a place Sirius despised. He loathed that house and wished that his little princess, (y/n), never had to face such an cruel place. But alas he couldn’t help it. It was the safest place they could be now Voldemort starts to rise again. While the order meetings were held there, the two Blacks, the Weasley family, Harry, Hermione and Remus had to live there, the rest left after a meeting, gladly leaving the hateful walls. But with the Blacks living there it meant that (y/n) was living there and with the Weasleys it meant Fred was living there. The pair of them started dating in their sixth year when he asked her to accompany him to the ball and she said yes, now it was their seventh year and they were still as happy. There was just the teenie tiny problem that neither Sirius or Remus or the Weasley parents knew of them. It just never came up so they didn’t tell them.

Remus started noticing things. Like how close the two of them sat at dinner table or how the both of them were completely ignoring everyone else when talking to each other. Or how disgustingly often they laughed with each other. He knew the two were close from when he himself was a teacher at hogwarts but not this close. They didn’t randomly whispered things in each other’s ear and then giggling about it. Well, it did happen but it was never this intimate. So naturally one day after dinner he told them to wait and asked them about it. The two teenagers agreed that they wouldn’t deny it when asked, frankly they didn’t hide their relationship but knowing her father and his dramatics they didn’t announce it either. Her father was a Black as much as he wants to argue with that, in the end he got some characteristics from them. Such as being dramatic. (Y/n) was like that as well but she would never admit it.

Remus and the young couple, in the end, decided on not telling Sirius about it. They would wait until he would find it out himself and knowing him, even though being incredibly smart, he was utterly oblivious when it came to such things with his little star.

It didn’t take that much longer for Sirius to find out. Only a few days later when he found them cuddling on the couch with her head on his chest and his arms around her. And Sirius, being Sirius, had to throw an overly dramatic tantrum about it. It was an loud scream that woke up the whole house in the early hours of the morning, a scream like someone had just stabbed Sirius in his leg.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” An obvious shocked Sirius shouted in the middle of the night, the others already downstairs, wand in hand. Upon seeing that Sirius was just dramatic though, only Remus, Arthur, Molly and George stayed, the first named to help solve this out, the two eldest redhairs because they wanted to know what was going on between the Black heiress and their son and the latter just to see and enjoy the show. Bless him, he will probably tell that story his future children.

“Sirius, must you be so loud? You woke everyone up.” The lycanthrope said. “Remus, do you- do you see this? MY little girl was attacked by that stupid ginger haired boy?!” Sirius, again, almost shouted. “Sirius, do not call my son stupid.” Molly screeched. “And I’m pretty sure he didn’t attack her. They look quiet comfy there, both of them.” Arthur added rather amused at his antics.

“Dad, why are you so bloody loud? Would you keep it down so that at least the rest can continue to sleep? And calm the hell down as well, we were just sleeping.” (Y/n) said tiredly, having not slept enough with talking to Fred in the majority of the night. “You, young lady, I told you no boys. Not until you’re at least 40 years old. So tell me why exactly you were all - all close to that redheaded boy?” Her dad fumed.

“Maybe I could explain it to you, old man, when you would let me speak.” The young Black sassed. At that, a round of chuckles were among the small group of seven, although said old man just gasped in mock offending. “Dad, Fred is my boyfriend. I’m surprised it took you that long to notice really.” She continued. At that point Sirius looked ready to faint. “No, no, no it can’t be. He can’t be your boyfriend. You’re like what? 12? You don’t know the meaning of that word. Stop saying nonsense.” Sirius mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

(Y/n) sighed. “Dad, I’m 17. I’m one year younger then when you got me. So stop being so overly dramatic and move on, really.” She rolled her eyes while saying this. There was a pause. You could hear a pin drop, so quiet was it. “I’m not dramatic.” Was Sirius’ only answer. Then he turned around and went to bed, muttering quiet ‘relationship my arse’s and ‘at least he has humour’s and ‘stupid ginger haired baboon’s. The three adults looked at each other, as did the two twins before looking to the grinning (y/e/c)- eyed. “He’s okay with it. He just needed to make a dramatic scene.” And with that and an “I’m happy for you, son” from arthur and an “I hope the wedding is soon” from Molly the elder couple went to bed as well.

“Good night, you three” muttered Resmus and going to bed as well. “I’m disappointed. I hoped there would be some kind of reality-show drama like in that tv thingy I’ve seen. But no just a little headshake and that was it. You, you two disgustingly happy couple, I’m ashamed. Night because I wish for you to not be it a good one.” Said George and disappearing up the stairs as well, huffing and scoffing.

The young couple looked at each other. “Well, I thought it’d be worse.” Fred said simply. “Believe me there will be in the next days more. He was just tired.” The youngest Black answered. “Good night, my love.” Fred said. “Good night, Freddie.” And with that the two happy people fell back asleep.

#hogwarts #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #moony #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley x y/n #remus lupin #fred weasley x you #sirius black #sirius black x daughter!reader #sirius black x reader #padfoot #remus lupin x reader #george wealsey x reader #order of the phoenix #george weasley #the weasleys #weasley family #black!reader #the noble and most ancient house of black

[redvelvetnat]

sweet peach of mine

dragon slayer!natasha x princess!reader x witch!wanda

summary ➞ balancing an upcoming arranged marriage, inheriting your mother’s throne, and two secret girlfriends is a full time job. word count: 1.5k

disclaimer ➞ strong language, smut, jealousy, threesome, a dash of bondage, dirty talk (degradation + praise + pet names), knife play (sword play??), use of magic during sex, mistress kink, crying kink

a/n ➞ this is too short to be a full fic but i haven’t written anything this long in a while. i do want to write something longer about this dynamic if you all like it but this is all my little rat brain can do for now. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!! comments and reblogs appreciated <3

Somewhere under all the chiseled muscle and thickened silver armor, Natasha Romanoff was an incredibly smart woman whose brawn had only ever been a bonus to her quick instincts and sharp tongue.

So, naturally, it failed to surprise her when town gossip informed her that the Queen’s only daughter had been arranged to marry a nearby prince; she knew it would have happened sooner or later. But she also knew better than to believe you’d ever let anyone, other than her and her witch of a girlfriend, between your legs - married or not.

As if she needed anymore convincing, her theory had only been confirmed when she had seen your so-called ‘suitor’ at The King’s Ball the following week. At best, he was a boyish mess of scrawny limbs and flashy clothing, stumbling haphazardly across the ballroom floor.

The longer she watched, the more she found that he was nothing like herself or Wanda. So, needless to say, there wasn’t much competition there in regards to sex appeal.

Her girlfriend, however, was not as easily convinced as the dragon slayer; jealousy had always coursed through her icy veins and this marriage arrangement had proven to be no exception.

Much to the older woman’s annoyance, Wanda spent most of the night muttering foreign curses under her breath and wailing about all the things she would do if she managed to get her hands on him - drain his body of blood, transform him into a street rat, you name it.

Eventually, she had gotten her fill of fussing and decided to let the feeling pass (“I’m going on a walk, don’t wait up!”). Natasha had only been relieved to finally find a bit of peace, freedom to unwind from the day and take off the opulent clothing she had purchased specifically for the ball.

By the time midnight swung around, seeing as Wanda had still been AWOL, Natasha figured it best to make a trip to the castle and warn you of the brewing hurricane that was your furiously jealous girlfriend.

As per usual, it didn’t take much for her to get inside the walls; a few quiet guard assassinations that she tidied with ease and an invisibility potion that Wanda had taught her how to make. She was lucky in being able to slip into the castle, unscathed and without much of a fight just as it began to wear off.

Which brought her here, bounding down the hall on heavy feet as the stone steps wound into the castle’s west wing. Her sword, still dirtied with a bit of blood from the guards she had taken out, made a sharp metal-on-metal hiss when she slid it into the holster at the side of her armor.

She reached your living quarters and pressed her ear to the large wooden door to listen for any sounds she could make out on the other side. She expected she might hear chatter from the servants - if they hadn’t already, they would be making their final rounds for the night.

She was met, instead, with the sound of muffled moans from somewhere within the bedroom. She didn’t make any effort to move, pressing her ear harder into the door and giving it a moment.

She wondered what she would find if she pushed open the door. Would you be splayed across the bed, your silk nightgown left open for the night air to caress your skin and one of your hands dipped between your legs as a fresh stream of frustration tears rolled down your face? It wouldn’t be the first time she had stumbled upon you like so.

Or maybe, she thought for a brief second, she would find your soon-to-be husband trying his hand at getting into your pants. But that thought didn’t last very long before she was pushing it away and muttering to herself ‘get a grip, you sound like Wanda.’

She took only one short moment to continue listening to your sounds of ecstasy before she swung the door open. The sight she was greeted with surprised her more than anything she could have conjured up in her head.

Wanda, whose ‘walk’ was very clearly a code Natasha hadn’t been privy to, had you pinned to the headboard of your bed. What she assumed to be a tight rope of red magic held your hands clasped behind your back. Your legs twitched and trembled as an invisible force held open your thighs.

Natasha could faintly hear the witch muttering spells under her breath which did not falter when her girlfriend entered the room - she figured the woman had either expected her arrival or sensed her coming.

Wanda drew your attention back to her with a soft whisper against your dampened temple, “That’s three.” The comment was an obvious narration on the growing number of orgasms the young witch had racked through your body and Natasha almost felt bad at the drive Wanda could muster up when she was angry.

“Let’s try for four, shall we?” Your body jolted at the ooze of confidence in her tone and desperate whimpers shattered through your chest. She was about as upset as Natasha figured she would be; eyes darkened and throat empty of the praises and reassurances that usually fell from them.

You looked to the armored woman for aid as Wanda’s fingers probed at your entrance yet again. “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” The words fell from your lips in a whine, wrists twisting and turning against their magical binds.

“I have to say, peach,” Natasha’s lips curled into a sort of smirk, “I was coming to warn you. But, seeing as I’m too late and witchy, here, has been dying to get her hands on you for a number of hours; I doubt your melodic little whines will be enough to deter her greedy hands.”

She accentuated her statement by extracting her sword from its holster and caressing the blade carefully between the naked valley of your breasts. You gasped at its coolness against your warm skin and the muscles in your thighs clenched as they desperately tried to close.

“Mistress.” You gasped loudly and with great surprise as Wanda finally sunk her fingers into you, her breath hit your face in a short burst as she exhaled and reveled in the feeling of being inside you. “So perfect, sweet dove.” She whispered against your cheek before her head fell to your throat to leave a litany of love bites along the skin.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest?” Natasha cooed, kneeling onto the bed, the action followed by a soft clank of her armor. Her fingers found your cheek, brushing away the tear that cascaded down the skin. “So pretty when you cry, lovey.”

Wanda’s fingers pushed farther inside you, forcing a series of broken howls from your aching throat but that only seemed to spur her on and her thumb found its place against your swollen clit. “That’s it, let it all out.” The brunette encouraged, teeth sinking into your collarbone.

“Such a pretty pussy that I get to play with.” She purred, lips wet and tongue hot against your skin, “All mine.”

“Ours.”

She didn’t seem much interested in Natasha’s correction, waving the burly woman off with a huff of breath. “Our pussy to play with. Isn’t that right, your majesty?” Her voice dripped with malice.

You choked over a few bouts of nonsense, lips falling open in hopes that the words would find their own way out of your throat. Nothing escaped but moans and whimpers, your walls clenching desperately around Wanda’s nimble fingers as she curled them in quick motions.

“I believe Wanda asked you a question, peach.” Natasha hissed, trailing her blade down the sweating path of your abdomen. You yelped at the traveling sting, throwing your head against the headboard in frustration over the loss of coherence.

The tips of Wanda’s fingers grazed at that spongey spot inside of you, “You can do it, my queen, just tell me who this beautiful pussy belongs to and I’ll end all this painful torture.” She was hissing now, like a snake with a vengeance.

“Yours! Yours!” You squeaked, tears welling in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. “Yours! And Natasha’s! Only for you!” The words were slurred, full of hope that they’d be enough to end the suffering that bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

Wanda let out a pleased giggle, free hand stroking calculated circles around your clit. “Why don’t you come for her, baby? Don’t you see how bad she wants it?” Nearly forgetting the older woman had been there, her voice ripped your eyes open as they shot to meet hers.

“Going to… I’m - oh.” The orgasm ripped through you before you had a chance to say much else. Every muscle in your body seemed to tighten and release at once as you fought for breath. Wanda, laughing maliciously, was pleased with your obedience and gently stroked at your walls until you melted into nothing more than a lump of shuddering bones.

“Sweet, sweet peach.” She mused, soothing over your skin with gentle lips as Natasha retracted her blade and watched your ribs shake with each bid to gain your breath back. “So perfect.”

#rvn : sydwrites #rvn : sydsblurbs #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

-Witchy Things w/ Catra!- Domestic!

TW: Light hearted mention of getting high, slightly suggestive, possible religious trauma tw, though reader is a fantasy witch, real practices are mentioned below, slight mention of shadow weaver's abuse.

-You making protective shactels for Catra to tie around her belt.

-You making Catra tea whenever she seems stressed.

-After learning to garden from Perfuma, Catra began planting common herbs from your spells, just in case you ever ran out.

-Framed lovers card you pulled when you first asked your deck about her.

-Your friends calling Catra your familiar because they know it annoys her. Lol

-Catra complaining when the house smells like smoke.

-Catra is really sensitive to the smell of sage, so you go around the house ringing bells every other month.

-Your neighbors think you're both very strange.

-I know we all joke about it, but Catra totally grows catnip and weed in the garden.

-Upside down tarot reading when you're both high.

-Catra pulling your witch hat over your eyes when youre being a brat.

-You telling Catra, "I think you put a spell on me."

-You almost burning the house down whenever Catra flirts with you.

-Catra getting flustered when you get dressed up in your more witchy attire.

-"Do I have your attention, kitten?"

-You know she gets back at you though.

-Catra helping you find ingredients.

-"It's over here!"

-"Wait really? How do you know?"

-"It fricking stinks."

-Catra cannot stand the smell of dead animals so you have to wash bones really well or else you're not allowed to bring them inside.

-You apologizing for your witchy stuff being a bit weird.

-"Sexy weird, I like it."

-Catra messing with the hanging bells when she gets bored.

-"Don't say stuff like that Catra, think positively."

-"I'm positively depressed."

-"...o-okay, point taken."

- Sometimes when Catra gets particularly angry you just grab some string, candles, and paper and go, "Let's set this crap on fire!"

-Catra cannot say no to fire.

-Celebrating the 8 holidays with Catra and those 8 holidays being her first ones.

-Catra borderline cackling when someone implies you're evil.

-"Yeah, she's making plans to destroy the world right after picking up shiny rocks for loved ones, and comforting our plant when she repots it."

-"You didn't have to mention Harry..."

-Catra knows you can be scary though if you need to be, just ask Shadow Weaver.

-Speaking of which, Catra having a small panic attack when she saw you do a spell similar to Shadow Weavers.

-You being incredibly worried but staying calm when comforting her.

-when you bring in her favorite tea after she's settled down, you climb into bed with her.

-You ask her softly, "Can I ask what that was all about, or do you want to wait until tomorrow?"

-Taking a sip of her warm drink Catra shakes her head. "I'm sorry, it's stupid, but-but the spell you were doing, I've seen it...I've felt it..."

-You felt your jaw clench, "Shadow Weaver."

-She nodded, "Why were you even doing that spell?"

-"I wanted to make sure I had extra tricks up my sleeve if the horde or someone attacks us. I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was one of her spells, I won't do it again."

-"It's fine, like I said it was stupid of me to react like-"

-"No it wasn't kitten, I get it. Every witch specializes in their own kind of magic, it makes sense why a spell like hers would bring up those memories, especially after the way they've been used on you."

-Still trying to keep a tough act on, she let out a stout laugh. "What'd I do to deserve you?"

-Worried she wouldn't be ready for a direct kiss after a panic attack you kissed the palm of her hand.

-"Best thing that ever happened to me was the day you started letting me love you."

-Swearing to Catra up and down that you'd never hurt her.

-You giving Catra your first book of shadows.

-"I started this book when I first embraced I was a witch, everything from my favorite spells, to important herbs, the phases of our moons are in here. But, there's also every dark secret, every bad day, every fear, every insecurity, it's all in this book, and I want you to have it. I know sometimes our minds like to play tricks on us, but I hope this book is proof of how much I love you, you might as well have my heart in your hands, and I trust you with it."

-You and Catra being that couple!

-Catra loves pda and loves showing you off, and you love to show her off too!

-Melog and your familiar being skeptical of each other at first because they're both so protective.

-But they eventually grow on each other and are just as inseperable as you and Catra.

-"I think they like Melog more than me at this point."

-Your familiar teasing the freak out of you when you and Catra first started dating.

-big ass bed because the animals refuse to sleep on the floor.

-theyre like little kids, and like little kids, they get locked outside the bedroom sometimes when you and Cat need to be alone together.

-now imagine a 300 year old witch following you around in an animals body picking on you because your magic gives you two away.

-To wrap this up, you and Catra giving each other hope, even without the help of magic,

-and just being there for each other.

-You are each the future you both wanted, but never thought you could have, but now that you do, you and Catra will do whatever it takes to keep hold of it.

#spop #shera and the princesses of power #spop catra #catras witchy girlfriend #catra x reader #catra simp #fantasy witch #inspo motherland fort salem #witch!reader #Witchy Things w/ Catra

[oksana-moods]

Queens of Promise - Part 2

Summary: The ugly side of the war.

A/N: Okay, you’re going to say that I always take too long to post my works but this one was not on me entirely, though, still took a little to long for a good cause. You see, there is this amazing friend that created a map for this story, so you can follow and understand what’s going on.

So, here is the map of Noveria, the continent where our story takes place. Hope you guys like it. She doesn’t have tumblr, but you can follow her on Instagram on @alinecorreamac if you want to. Please, do not copy or use this image other than this story, because one, this took a lot of time, second, this is for this story alone. Don't be an ass. Now, enjoy.

As usual, let me know your thoughts

Trigger Warnings: Violence, language, mentions of death and blood. If there’s any other that should be mentioned, please, let me know.

Part 1

"In defense of our dreams"

#not my gif

Previously on…

“You”. Your voice was an octave above a whisper. Recollecting yourself from your initial stupor, you spoke again. “Who would’ve thought that the brave Scarlet Knight was none other than Princess Wanda Maximoff.” You flashed her a smirk and a memory from two years ago danced in front of your eyes.

You heard a small growl by your side, instantly making you to turn and look for the source of the noise. “What a delight would it be if the scum of Taharr had not attended King Tony’s wedding.” You took her in, never have you seen such flawlessness, a perfect symmetry between her delicate lips and nose, complimented by the fierceness in her green orbs.

The glare on her face did nothing but make her even prettier and you were so lost in her beauty that took you a full moment to realize that her perfect crimson silky dress meant way much more than a simple choice of dress color.

‘The tales don’t do justice to her beauty’, You thought to yourself right before you plastered a wide smile on your lips while you made a proper bow. “Princess Wanda, the beauty of Sokovia” And when your eyes locked with hers, you spoke again. “Your presence is truly inspiring in such a pleasant evening. Certainly, King Tony’s wedding is brighter with your charisma”.

Her distaste of being in your presence was evident and you had to suppress the urge to laugh at it. “I wish I could speak the same, Young Lioness of Taharr.” Scrunching her nose, she uttered. “Or should I say the Reckless Lioness?”

“Fearless Young Lioness flatters me more, Your Highness.” Your sentence had some degrees of sarcasm, and she took the bait as you thought she would. “It’ll be dead Young Lioness soon if you keep trespassing our borders.” The threat underlined didn’t go unnoticed by you.

She never addressed you by your title, but you let her. Clicking your tongue, you replied. “The line inside a gold mine is too thin and sometimes invisible, Princess Maximoff. Can you really blame the miners?” One could think that you were pocking the bear with a very short stick or no stick at all.

However, you were a lioness, after all, and you wouldn’t back down from a fight, even if it’s a fight of unpleasant words. The Maximoffs, the rulers of Sokovia Kingdom, were the archenemies from your family since the Civil War and where once was the great realm of Novi Grad, were two new realms sharing tense and bloody borders.

Taharr, your realm, occupied the south of the continent and were graced with thousands of miles of good land for agriculture, an access to the seas and a peaceful border with Wakanda Realm in the east. Thrive was effortless for you.

Sokovia, on the other hand, were jammed into land with no access to the sea. However, both of their neighbors were friendly nations, Starksland on the west borders and Asgard on the east while their north border was the iced desert of Vormir. The only problem was the border between Taharr and Sokovia.

A large number of gold mines in the heart of the land caused an equal large number of villages to grow on its orbit, alongside with problems. The Civil War culminated in the creation of the Golden Accords, which divide the mines according to their entrances and access.

In the papers, there was a simple deal: if the entrance was in Sokovia’s side of the border, then the mine belonged to the sokovians. The same goes for the entrances in Taharr’s side. But reality was a different story, when anything was motive to raise a tension between the kingdoms.

Her reply was a snarl that showed you why they were known as the Wolfs in the North. “If Triskelion insists in challenge our sovereignty, then my brother will not tolerate your abuses any longer.” You could swear you saw a flash of red dancing in her beautiful green eyes.

“Abuses.” You repeated the word as if tasting a wine. “Such a peculiar word, Princess. I’d hardly use it to refer as your people's needs.” She took one step closer, and her scent hit your nostrils in waves. “How dare you to speak of my people’s needs, foreign?”

Pocking the bear with no stick, as it seems. You licked you lips and kept a blank expression. “How long have been since Your Highness visited the borders?” You didn’t let her answer. “Your people are starving, exchanging gold for food on an unauthorized trade market, fighting for survival while you and your little brother play at court.”

For a fraction of second, she let her façade down and you saw surprise flashing in her eyes, then it was gone. The ferocity was back in her eyes when she composed herself and hissed. “You can try to lure me with your lies, but you won’t fool me. Triskelion Castle isn’t the home of Taharr’s Lionesses, but of snakes, as it always has been.”

Your reply died on your mouth when Lord Jarvis approached the two of you, interrupting the heated exchange. “Your Highnesses.” He bowed as the gentleman he is. “I apologize for the misfortune of my interruption; however, the wedding is about to start.”

You looked around and saw that almost everyone was on their assigned places, you looked back at him when he continued. “The soon-to-be-Queen Pepper will make her entrance in a few minutes.” You bowed your head slightly and spoke. “Of course, Lord Jarvis. Thank you.”

He muttered another your highnesses and bowed retreating to the next couple out of their places. You looked back at Wanda to see her still fuming angrily at you, much to her dismay you bowed at her. “Farewell, Princess.” But before you started to walk away you leaned into her space, into her ear, and spoke.

“Oh, and please, next time refer to me as my title demands. I’m the Princess of Taharr and you should acknowledge me as such, or haven’t you learned how to address to another noble?” You walked away feeling daggers piercing your back. You were always good in making an enemy to hate you even more.

A searing pain right below your ribs brought you back from your thoughts and when your hands reached the spot, they found the hilt of a dagger that was the source of the wound. You stumbled to the side hissing bitchthrough your teeth.

“I told you, you’d be the Dead Lioness, but you didn’t listen.” You laughed humorlessly at her words while she got up to her feet. “This barely itches, Princess.” She picked her sword as answer to your sassiness, ready to end your life when the sound of a throat being dramatically cleared caught her attention.

You both looked to its source to see the tip of Carol’s sword under Lady Romanoff’s chin and the later had her hands held up in surrender. You shot Wanda a smirk. “Apparently we have a draw.” Since she too was holding the tip of her sword against your neck.

You failed in hearing her reply for your attention were caught by a flag wavering in the horizon, probably on top of a ship's mast in the harbor and you were way too familiar with that silver and green flag for your taste.

“Are you making deals with the Kree?” Your voice dripped disbelief “Are you out of your mind? Or just that dumb?” You heard a shuffling noise by your side, not needing to look to see that Carol was the source, she was restless.

Up until now, she’s haunted by the memories of the time she was held captive by the Kree during the war that earned you the nickname Young Lioness. That war taught you that some people are capable of anything to earn respect and seize power.

“Careful.” Wanda snarled at you. “You’re on the wrong side of the sword, idiot.” Others would have backed down, specially while losing so much blood, but you were a lioness. “And so is your lieutenant.”

You moved trying to find a comfortable position and spoke again. “Believe me, whatever the Kree are offering, it doesn’t worth the price, Maximoff.” She refused to look at you. “You don’t want your people to end up enslaved, you don’t want their blood on your hands, do you?”

“Stop talking, snake.” She pressed her sword a bit harder on your neck, and you felt it breaking your skin on the spot, but you stayed still, looking at her eyes. “I’m tired of your lies.” Suddenly, you felt tired. Tired of fighting this stupid war, tired of arguing, tired of keeping your eyes open and you just wanted her to shove her sword in your throat and get over with it. After all, she had you at her mercy, yet she hesitated.

“I’d drop your sword if I were you, Princess Maximoff.” Maria’s voice reached your ear, but you kept looking at Wanda’s eyes, seeing the distress behind it. “You’re surrounded and there is nowhere to go.” Maria tried once again, ever the reason’s voice.

You could see Wanda calculating the situation, if she let the swords down, she’d surrender, and to surrender meant she’d become a hostage. A very important hostage. However, you felt tiredness consuming your bones. “Let them go.” Your voice was low, but you knew Maria have heard you. Wanda’s eyes flashed with something that you failed in recognize.

“My Princess?” Carol inquired, visible uneased by your command. “Let them go.” You repeated, then turned to Wanda and nodded towards the road, speaking. “Take the horse and go.” The sword that once were on your neck, rapidly found its sheath.

Without a word or even sparing a glance at you, she walked away towards a horse with Romanoff on her heels. Maria’s face was everything you saw before darkness embraced you.

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Slowly, you start to drift into consciousness and blink at the sunlight that the shades failed to keep away. You try to move but grunts at the sharp aching on your side, you’re still healing after Wanda stabbed you three days ago.

You keep staring at the ceiling painting, at least the part that the wood frame from your bed would let you to. You always loved to look at this paint, for it always brought some sense of calmness, tranquility. But said tranquility was about to end if the sound of thundering steps were any indication that the Queen was back home.

“Recklessness!” Your doors are burst open, and an entourage walked into your room led by the Queen. “Utterly recklessness!” You winced at her screams and now that she stopped by the foot of your bed, you could see that she was angrier than you thought she’d be.

“That should be your name! And I never should’ve named you after a great queen in the past of Taharr.” She spat at you. “Care to explain why you refused to abide my orders?” She stressed the word my in a way that almost got you scared.

You sighed and took a breath before speaking. “Mother, I know you’re angry-” She leaned her hands on the wood frame that belonged to your bed. “Angry?” If looks could kill, you thought… “I am beyond angry, young lady. This is rage.” You averted your eyes from her, you couldn’t bear them anymore.

“For far less than what you did, I’d have your head hanging on the gates of Triskelion!” She pointed at you, and you gulped. “You didn’t just defy my orders, but you also encouraged others in doing so.” A dry laugh scaped her mouth. “You did it during war, during a battle, no less. That’s treason!”

You knew what you were doing when you send Sir Coulson back to the battle to report a lie, but it is true that you never thought she’d react like that, let alone to accuse you and your friends of treason. “If you want to punish, then you punish me. Me, alone.” You nodded towards Maria that was in the corner of your room. “They were following my orders.”

Maria was about to protest, but your mother lifted her hand signaling for her not to speak. “I know they were following you, that’s what they do. They are your subject and they’d sworn to protect you over their lives.” Her tone was hard.

“But that doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want. You’re a princess, not a mad dog after a fight.” Something about her words made you uneasy, but if there is something that you’re not, is coward. With the coldest tone, you spoke.

“I refuse to run and hide like a coward! And I’ll defy your commands every time you ask me to be one.” It was as if the air left the room entirely and you heard Loki clearing his throat right before he took a step closer to her and spoke.

“I think that what she meant was-” She never let him finish. “I know full well what your sister meant, Loki.” You knew you were one step away of going too far. Sure you were her daughter, but she was a Queen, after all. She has her duties.

You sighed, backing down. “Mother, I apologize for my harsh words, and I apologize for defying your orders.” Finally, you got up from your bed and walked towards her. “But as one of your Commanders, I thought that chasing down Maximoff’s lieutenants was worth the risk.”

“So, if you are going to accuse me as traitor, I’ll take it gladly, my queen. But I did what I thought was right, I followed my instincts. That’s what you taught me all these years.” She looked at you with a mix of anger and admiration.

“I did. But I’m still the Queen of Taharr and I must not be seen as weak or someone who can’t rule their own subjects.” Her voice was low, but the severity of her words and their meaning hit you like a scared horse. When calculating your moves, you never thought how it’d look.

It was as if her own people were trying to demoralize her commands and worse, encouraged by her own daughter, no less. Dropping to one knee in front of her, you spoke sincerely. “I apologize again, my queen. It was not my intention to undermine you.”

Smiling tenderly, she patted you on your face and helped you to get back on your feet. “I know.” Her eyes landed on your bandage protecting your injury. “Maria told me you lost a lot of blood.” You smiled at her; she was still a mother worried about her cub, after all.

“You worry to much, mother. Soon, it’ll be just another scar.” You spoke bravely but you felt as if the blade was still stuck on your flesh. “You know how ladies love scars.” She rolled her eyes at you and shook her head smiling softly.

“Is it clear on your head that if you get killed on those quest and adventures of yours, I will find a sorcerer to bring you back so I can kill you myself?” To a stranger her sentence could look like a joke, but you knew how serious she was. Everyone in this room knew. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” She clasped her hands, a tell tale that she was changing her topic. “Lady Rambeau already told me about the Kree situation. What do you think, Loki?” You saw the man straightening his posture to address to the queen. In this moment, he wasn’t her son, but her advisor.

“My Queen, those are very disturbing news. If Sokovia decides to associate with the Kree, then this war will get bloodier and far nastier.” You took a glance at Maria and her eyes were dark, sure remembering when she almost lost her wife.

Carol was sent to Taharr’s coast cities to investigate the rumors of abductions and entire villages disappearing and she never came back. A single soldier from her unit returned home informing that the Kree were taking people as slave. And Carol was taken as one.

These kidnaps were happening in the whole continent and when the word got spread, the Kings and Queens decided that it was time to join forces against a common enemy. Sokovia, protected by being an inland kingdom, didn’t suffer from abductions thus didn’t joined the war, probably why they don’t despise their ally like the rest of Noveria.

“Therefore, Wakanda’s reinforcements might not be effective alone. Perhaps, you should consider forming bonds with new allies.” It was true. The Kree were a nation in the far north on the continent and their numbers were always high. Somehow, there were always more soldiers to spare, known by their cruelty, like true barbarians.

You saw it firsthand few years ago on what became to be known as the Blue War, due their peculiar cold blue blood. When you close your eyes, you could still see the mixture of blue and red blood from the battlefields.

“Perchance, your friendship with King Talos might be of assistance, my queen?” Maria intervened. “Their second war against Jotunheim had a closure a while ago.” Calanthe nodded her head, signaling that she was listening and pondering about their words.

At the mention of Jotunheim, your eyes averted to the man standing beside you. While growing up, you have learned that Loki wasn’t your brother by blood, that’s why he couldn’t be King of Taharr since he’s older than you. When the first war between Skrull’s Realm and Jotunheim broke out, the young queen Calanthe, by the time, moved her troops to aid the Skrulls.

As an aftermath, and to ensure that Jotunheim would comply with the surrender agreements, an six-year-old Loki, a lesser prince in his lineage, was brought to Taharr as a hostage, but queen Calanthe raise him as her own child. Triskelion always loved him as a prince. And you loved him as a brother.

“Do you think Asgard will be something more than just a friendly neighbor to Sokovia?” The queen inquired and Loki clicked his tongue before answering. “While Prince Thor only wants a reason to drink and feast, King Odin is old and tired.”

“I believe that Asgard don’t want more trouble than they already have. Bearing in mind that they are dealing with Hydrarr’s militia and their occasional incursions on their north villages.” You wondered when King Johann, the fearsome Red Skull, would stop his assaults to his neighbors.

With a land deprived of resources and embargoed by all kingdoms on the continent, the only way they could acquire said resources was through trade with Bravos in Essos, but that involved a complicated route via land and sea.

Therefore, raids on nearby villages like those in the north of Asgard or in the north of Skrull was the easiest way, or cheaper. Hydrarr still pays the price for starting a nasty war with the Great Realm of Novi Grad and, after provoking or trying to entice others in doing the same, they were smashed without mercy. King Fury declared that everyone who traded or kept diplomatic relations with Hydrarr would be Novi Grad’s enemy for eternity and no one dared to test these words, even nowadays.

“What about Starksland?” You asked. “I’m afraid King Tony is inflexible on that matter, sister.” Loki promptly replied. “He said he wanted nothing to do with our feud, yes. But I’m sure no one wants Kree colors parading that far down the continent.” You spoke leaning on the wood post of your bed and Loki bowed his head, signaling that you had a fair point. “Hm… A diplomatic approach, perhaps?”

Queen Calanthe seemed to catch his idea, for she nodded her head and spoke with finality. “I’ll send a letter informing our visit. We’ll ride to Ultron Castle and share our apprehensions about a possible union between Kree and Sokovia, and how dangerous it could be.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “Then King Tony will express his concerns to Maximoff and tell him that he is against such arrangement.” You looked around waiting to see if they were following your train of thought.

“And losing such an important friend is something that King Pietro cannot afford. Let alone to make another enemy.” Maria completed and the four of you nodded your heads in agreement. “Well, that sounds like a plan.” Loki said.

“Maria, gather the provisions and report when your unit is ready to march.” At Calanthe’s orders, Maria nodded and left the room after a measure. “You,” She pointed at you. “You better heal yourself if you want to join the tour. And Loki, help me with the letter, will you?” Without waiting a response, she fled the room.

He leaned and half whispered into your ear. “It’s astonishing that mother let you get away with that stunt that easy. I’m impressed, really.” You opened your mouth, but your mother beat you to it.

“I didn’t. Darling, one week sleeping in the dungeons, starting tonight.” She said without looking back. “And no intimate visits this time.”

“Guess I spoke too soon?” Loki added and you both laughed, of course the queen wouldn’t let you get away with it. Never.

Part 3

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[papergirllife]

Lee Jeno

werewolf! alpha Jeno x vampire! reader

warnings : imprisonment, torture, blood (not blood play), boob play, oral (female), unprotected sex, rut, breeding kink, knotting, cockwarming, mild angst, fluff (all in that order, kind of).

Having the ability of flight as one of the pure blood royal line vampires has given you the joy of turning into a bat, you just mastered the ability, thinking it would be safe to be flying about freely in the safety of your own coven, until you end up tumbling into one of those tiny cell windows you had always thought were drain holes, falling into the lap of one of the most dashing men you’ve ever seen walk the earth.

a/n : this is loosely based on the underworld movies and this is the second installment for my halloween event. please look forward to Haechan’s soon!

The night transcends back into darkness as the sun fades below the horizon, you can hear loud shutters of window panes opening, as you hop out of bed to start the day.

Being a vampire means you live hidden away from mortal eyes, your vampire coven shrouded by the magic casted over by the witch in your coven, witches tend to seek jobs among other magical creatures. You are the 13th princess of this coven, which sounds like you have a promising position among everyone, but in actual fact, you didn’t. The younger of the brood aren’t as aggressive as your older siblings, the ones that hunt with the coven, and fight in wars.

Vampires and werewolves have long been enemies, no one really knows why anymore, but there was much bloodshed between these two species. Killing occurred left and right, and a war would be raging soon. From what you had heard, your coven had successfully captured a prince of one of the biggest werewolf packs, which wasn’t an easy feat, although your coven is the biggest and oldest one.

You didn’t think much about it, only going to your classes with your younger siblings and hanging out after. You had recently developed the skill of transfiguring into a bat, under your sister, Irene’s care. You were soaring in the skies and under cars, enjoying your newfound freedom of flight. But to your misfortune, a strong wind picked you up and blew you near the main fortress, you lost control and fell into what you thought was the drain hole, which you later realised was a small window, and windows this tiny could only mean one thing, you were in one of the dungeon cells.

You fell into a prisoner’s lap, quickly trying to fly away, but he caught you. Your sharp bat eyes registered a handsome young man as he holds you in his strong grasp, his anger evident as a frown graces his face.

“Who are you?!” the young man started strangling your tiny bat throat, cutting off your air supply. So you had no choice, but willed yourself to become a person again.

Jeno had never thought that the tables would finally turn, he’d have the chance to give a vampire a taste of their own medicine for torturing him when he first got locked up, but when he forced the bat to turn back into a vampire, he couldn’t believe his eyes. 

You are breathtakingly beautiful, in your black velvet dress, soft curls falling around your smooth skin, and eyes that shines as bright as the moonlight streaming in the small window. Jeno is curious, he had never seen such a beautiful vampire, the ugly ones that want to kill him yes, but were killed once his claws sink deep into their flesh.

“Who are you? I know only vampires of the dracula bloodline can turn into bats, so you better tell me the truth,” Jeno let go of the hand on your throat, but locked your body in his hold, his strength overpowering yours.

“I’m the 13th princess of this coven and killing me won’t do you any good, my father doesn’t even talk to me unless he has to,” you told him truthfully, hoping that he’d spare your life if you pleaded.

“Why not?” Jeno asked, but he doubted it, how could someone not love a daughter this beautiful, Jeno generally didn’t like vampires, and hate the ones that desire to kill him, but he can’t smell a lick of aggression in the air.

You were skeptic of his questions, but if there’s more talking, then he probably wouldn’t kill you as soon.

“We chose not to become hunters, I don’t like killing anyone...

Jeno’s eyes softened at your downturned face, avoiding his eyes, you must’ve been shamed for not upholding the cold blooded tradition.

“Are you going to kill me?” you said, volume almost a whisper.

Jeno released you from his hold, letting you scurry away from him in fear, backing into the opposite wall.

“I probably wouldn’t be able to kill you before you heal, you know?” Jeno said, gesturing the chain on his neck, it was coated in silver on the outside, it’s purpose is not to kill him, but weaken him significantly.

You scanned the cuts on his arms and gasped, some were still bleeding. You tore pieces of cloth from your dress, taking tiny steps to the wolf.

“I’m going to patch you up, alright?” you offered, you don’t know why, but growing up in the coven meant you had seen a lot of bloodshed, and seeing him like this, helpless and wounded, didn’t sit right with you.

“Don’t bother, I’ll heal soon,” Jeno said, turning his gaze away from you, why is a vampire helping him?

“You’re still going to have to wait a while, and leaving the wound exposed risks infections, even after they heal, then you’ll have to wait several more days for the infection to fade. It’s best that I patch it up for you, okay?” you persuaded, you can’t believe you’re offering to help a wolf, but he did spare your life, this is the least you could do for him.

Jeno is confused by your acts, are you here to kill him secretly? That shouldn’t be the case, these vampires wanted to cut off his head in front of his own pack, they wouldn’t plan on killing him in such a small scale way, vampires always loved to boast. Jeno nodded silently, sitting up straight for you.

You secured the make shift bandages on his wounds, as Jeno stared at you silently. He has never met someone with such a kind heart, you knew he could hurt you, but regardless, you chose to take a risk, just to help him, your kind’s sworn enemy.

“There, all done,” you looked at him as you kneeled back from your previous close proximity, giving yourself some distance to look at him from a better angle, as Jeno did the same, taking in your appearance once again. Jeno is really handsome, in your opinion, his face was sculptured to a perfection and he’s very well built, you could see his veins bulging as you patched him up, his sharp eyes looking back at you.

“What’s your name?” Jeno asked, interest peaking.

You told him your name, and asked for his as well.

“Jeno. Well, thank you, for your assistance. You should go back now, before anyone goes looking for you,” Jeno advised, knowing that if anyone were to find you here with him, you would be in great trouble.

“Oh, okay,” you didn’t know why, but you felt crestfallen at his words, like he was shooing you away, just like the other people here.

You took one last look at him, before turning back into a bat, flying back out from where you came from.

The next night, the same winged creature fell into his lap, panting in exhaustion.

“Do you have trouble breathing? Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Jeno asked, not knowing whether to worry about your well being first or why you’re here in the first place.

When you recovered from your long flight, you finally turned back into your mortal from, your dress heavy with food. You reached into one of your big pockets and produced two sandwiches, the smell of meat making Jeno’s stomach growl.

“Where did you get so much food?” Jeno asked, knowing well that vampires don’t eat.

“I flew to the human city nearby, do you like Subway?” you asked, handing the food to him.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to,” Jeno said as he unwrapped the sandwich, it was even heated up.

“I know they don’t really feed you here, since we don’t eat,” you offered.

“Isn’t it tiring? Flying like that?” Jeno asked, seeing from how careless you were yesterday, you might be very new to flying still.

“I’ll just treat it as exercise, no worries,” you dismissed.

Jeno reached for the food and took a bite, but he couldn’t stomach the guilt he felt, you flown so far away just to get him food, but why?

“Why are you helping me?” Jeno asked, he wanted to look mean, cold, he was supposed to be an underserving prisoner in your eyes, but you treat him like an equal instead.

“I... I don’t have friends here, except for a few of my siblings, and you’re around my age, so I thought I could make a friend,” you offered, yes you are quite close with Irene, but you never talk to her about anything personal.

Jeno paused mid bite as he observed you, seeing if he had heard wrongly, and how genuine you looked. He could see you were hopeful, is your life so confined to this area that you needed a friend that badly?

You were fiddling your fingers nervously as you awaited his reaction.

“Our kind are sworn enemies and you see me as a friend?” Jeno questioned, his tone a slight accusation, because he thinks he would never offer to be friends with the vampire kind if it weren’t for you initiating it, it feels like treachery.

“I didn’t choose to be a vampire, I don’t think my birthright has anything to do with the choices I make. Don’t you think so?” you retorted, not liking how he had used that tone on you.

At that moment Jeno felt foolish for his assumption, maybe he just hasn’t met a good vampire until today.

“I’m not opposed to having a friend like you then,” Jeno said as he smiled for the first time, in a long time.

You started spending every night, a few hours, being in this cell with Jeno. He told you about growing up with his pack, about his brothers and the mountain scenery where he lived, and his interests.

“It’s really beautiful, even at night, you can hear the distant sound of the waterfall clearly on the cliff, the stars are even clearer there. Maybe you could go there one day,” Jeno said as he recalled his home fondly.

“Me? What about you? Aren’t you going to take me there?” you asked, sitting up from your spot next to Jeno.

“Princess, I’m going to be locked up here and be killed once the time is right,” he couldn’t bear telling you that he was scheduled to be beheaded sooner than you think, Jeno’s grown to have a soft spot for you, and probably something dangerous and  bigger than he had ever expected, but he knows what a fragile heart you have.

“No, you’re not. I’ll find a way, we’ll find a way,” you persuaded him, hoped.

“I’m not going to let you risk your position, hell even your whole life just to save me, you deserve to lead your own life. We have to stop seeing each other, you have to stop visiting me,” Jeno said firmly, sitting up as well, his tone suddenly serious, lecturing you.

Jeno could see you were close to tears at this point, he didn’t want to push you away, but he can’t be selfish, he won’t let you put your life on the line for him. What the two of you have right now is beautiful, and it’s so precious to him that he doesn’t want it to ever end, but to him, your existence is a flicker of treasure in this cruel world. These past 2 months will be his last happy thoughts ever stored in his memory before he dies.

“You don’t understand, Jeno. I can’t let you die, I love you,” you confessed, hoping that your feelings for him would be a sufficient explanation for him.

Jeno cradled his head in both his palms, he knows he’s in the deep end now, and you’re the person he’s drowning in, those three words struck a cord in his heart, and he didn’t want to be separated from you, he could just imagine how painful it’d be for the two of you.

“I love you too, Princess, I do, that’s why I have to let you go, don’t you understand? I can’t bear to see you in pain when I die,” Jeno could see tears streaming down your face as his own are blurred with them as well.

“Don’t say it like you’re sure you’ll die, I’m going to change that,” you didn’t want to argue with him anymore, so you changed back into a bat, and flew back to your chambers.

Jeno thought you wouldn’t be willing to see him anymore after last night’s spaz, but here you were, with his favourite food, glazed doughnuts and fried chicken. He was surprised you remembered, but not surprised that you had forgiven him so quickly, whenever Jeno thinks he’s finally crossed your line, he would always be surprised by the size of your heart.

“I’m sorry for running off like that last night,” you said as you opened the wrappers.

You’ve developed more strength from flying everyday, so as long as your clothes had large pockets, you would be able to bring him more food.

“No, I would’ve been mad if I were you, I shouldn’t have given up on hope like that, I guess being locked up here makes you feel hopeless,” Jeno said as he quickly ate his food, wanting to spend more time talking to you instead.

You curled up next to Jeno, your cold skin sending chills down his back, but he didn’t want to disturb your peaceful rest, you did fly many miles just for him minutes prior, he knows the closet human city won’t be too close by. Jeno held your hand in his clean one as you drew circles on his knee, your cheek laid upon his shoulder as you take in Jeno’s features up close.

Even though the two of you have sat next to each other, being this close was a first, but it felt so right, like Jeno was your missing puzzle piece all along. His warmth was something foreign to you, but it made you addicted to heat, pulling him closer to you, be damned if you burn from it.

“Do you still mean it? About what you said last night,” Jeno asked after finishing his doughnut.

“Which part?” you asked.

“When you said you love me,” Jeno was searching your face for answers, eyes staring into yours.

“Of course. What about you? Did you mean it when you said it back?”

“I love you, and I’ll say it a million more times if you need me to,” Jeno says, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“I love you too, Jeno,” you said before you looked up and kissed him, you were unsure when you kissed him gently, so Jeno pulled you into his lap by your waist, holding you close as he kisses you back with more passion, a hand coming up to cup your cheek, cradling your soft skin in his palm.

You could tell something was wrong with Jeno tonight, he hardly touched the gimbap he had told you he wanted yesterday. You reached out to touch him, but he pushed himself away, backing into the corner of the cell.

“Don’t, I’m sick. You should go,” Jeno says, eyes avoiding yours.

“I want to take care of you, and I wouldn’t get sick, I’m a vampire, remember?” you reminded him, a hand reaching out to the poor boy.

Jeno cursed at himself at the fact that you were immune to many things except sunlight.

“I’m just not feeling well, you should go, I need to rest,” Jeno said, hoping this excuse would suffice you.

You had not flown so far away with a pack of hot gimbap attached to your stomach in bat form and risk getting caught for him to shut you off like that. So you lunged at him, given that you are although not as strong, but your speed was at equivalent level, to feel his forehead and neck.

“You’re burning up. Are you having a fever?” you asked as you stripped off your coat, putting it over him as a blanket, from what you remember, fevers are supposed to make you feel cold.

“I’m not having a fever, just...

Jeno’s words were caught in his throat when he saw you in your thin dress, the weather started to get warmer, but he didn’t expect you to dress so much lesser. He quickly shut his eyes, but it was too late, the image of your cleavage and exposed thighs are burnt into the back of his mind.

“I’m in a rut goddamn it! That’s why I didn’t want you to stay,” Jeno confessed in an outburst.

You looked down at your outfit, forgetting the fact that you hadn’t change out of your nightgown before rushing out to buy him food, since the restaurant closes early tonight. You remember reading about ruts somewhere, that alpha wolves went through ruts now and then, and the only way to relieve a rut was through sexual pleasure.

You took off your shoes and your socks and climbed on Jeno’s tiny cell bed, stripping off your whole dress as you sat cross legged, beckoning him to you. You could see Jeno was fighting against his inner wolf as he shuffled front and back, his eyes closed shut but he could still see your beautiful body etched in his memory, so instead of waiting for him, you walked to him, holding him in your embrace.

“It’s okay, Jeno. You can touch me,” you said, your tone gentle, hoping to coax him to you.

“I-i don’t want to hurt you, Princess, I might not be able to control myself,” Jeno explained.

“It’s fine, the chain is still on, and I’m not porcelain, I would heal even if you do,” you persuaded.

Before you let Jeno have the chance to reply, you kissed him with much fervour, gently guiding his hands onto your body. His touch was gentle at first, but as you deepened the kiss, his inner wolf started showing, it started with rougher touches, his hand reaching towards your butt to grasp at the flesh, satisfied at how full his hand was, then his eyes started turning red, the sign of an alpha.

You quickly unbuttoned Jeno’s shirt as he guided you on the bed, revealing his heavenly muscles to your curious eyes as you palmed at his abs, then slowly travelling south to cup at his obvious erection, a gasp of surprise leaving you as you felt how abnormally big he was, which made Jeno’s ego swell on the spot.

You whimpered as Jeno begin marking your breasts, purple flowers blooming around your nipples as they stood tall, awaiting for his attention. Jeno’s hands begin travelling southwards to your core, noticing that you were already dripping with arousal when he had barely touched you. Jeno takes a nipple into his mouth as he dips a finger inside your wet cavern, making you moan his name aloud.

“You should be thankful this cell door is lined with a thick layer of silver, or everyone would know how much of a whore you are for me,” Jeno said when his mouth let go of your nipple with a pop.

Jeno resumed the sucking and light biting on your other nipple as he adds another finger into your dripping cunt, slipping in snugly next to his middle finger, he tries his best to loosen you up, knowing that without proper foreplay, he would most definitely hurt you. Jeno stops sucking your nipple to come up for air, smirking as he sees how pretty his handiwork is on your skin. He wastes no time before diving to your lower lips, tongue out, looking for your clit, he found it when he felt your legs jump up at the sudden pleasure, a cry of his name falling deliciously from your lips as he starts sucking your clit, slipping a third finger into the mix as your back arches into his touch, legs closing around his head as he continues to thrusts his fingers into you at a rapid pace, his mouth relentless. Your juices a large puddle on his bed, he’s going to enjoy jerking off to that when his rut kicks in again in the morning.

“Jen- Jeno, I’m...close...

Jeno quickly removes his fingers and detaches his mouth, if you came now, you won’t be able to take him later. You could feel tears threatening to escape when you felt your orgasm slipping away.

“Shh, it’s alright, I just want us to cum together,” Jeno said as he strips away his pants, revealing his cock in all its glory. You gulped when you saw how big it was, eyes growing as wide as saucers.

“How is that going to fit?” you asked, still not quite registering the size.

“It’s going to fit, don’t worry,” Jeno said as he coats himself in your juices, shuddering slightly at the contact.

Jeno scans your face one more time to see if you wanted out as he lined himself at your entrance, his hand cupping your cheek.

“If you want to stop, tell me now,” Jeno said, he wants this to be about you as well.

“No, I want you, Jeno, please,” you begged breathlessly.

Jeno starts slipping into you inch by inch, he knew you were a virgin, but god you are so tight, if he wasn’t restricting himself the whole day, he would’ve came halfway. Jeno could feel you tensing up near the end, so he whispered silent encouragements to you, telling you to stop tensing up. Once you relaxed your body, Jeno continued pushing in, the stretch wasn’t as painful as you thought, but it wasn’t a walk in the park either. Jeno ceased all actions when he was fully sheathed inside you, waiting for your signal to move.

You felt your walls opening up to him after a minute or two, the pain turning into pleasure. You’ve never felt so full mentally and physically your whole life, and you crave for more as you told him to move. Jeno started thrusting at a slow shallow pace, letting you adjust to his movements before he speeds up once you started telling him you felt good. Jeno kissed you deeply as he thrusted into you at a faster pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the once quiet cell along with moans of Jeno’s name coming from your mouth like a mantra, but you could sense Jeno was holding himself back, his expressions were an open book to you.

“Jeno... Don’t hold back, ruin me...

When those few words left your mouth, something inside Jeno snapped as he hooked one of your legs onto his shoulder, thrusting back into you at an easily accessible angle, going at an inhumane speed as you screamed his name, the tip of his cock hitting your sensitive spot over and over again with so much force that it made your eyes roll into the back of your head, you couldn’t think straight anymore, all your mind registers is the pleasure inflicted upon your insides as your nails dug into Jeno’s arms, the pain mixing with pleasure only fuels him to chase your highs at an even quicker pace. If you were human you’d be dead by now.

As you neared your high, you could feel the coil in your abdomen threatening to snap as your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure, your eyes were barely open as your breasts were bouncing every time he thrusts into you, the sight making Jeno drool as he cups one of your breasts into his hand, throwing his head back as his length is being squeezed by your convulsing walls, signaling your high.

When Jeno rubbed rough circles on your clit, you lost it. Your legs shook as you let out a silent scream, tears streaming down your face, you could feel yourself squirting onto Jeno’s length as he lets out a grunt of your name, his cock swelling up inside you before you felt his length painting your walls white. Jeno uses his leftover stamina to ride out your high, before his knot forms and locks him inside you.

You nearly passed out when you were done, but you still felt ribbons of cum ejaculating from Jeno, making you confused.

“Why do you have so much?” you asked, confused by how different he is biologically even though he could fit right in with a vampire.

“I’m sorry, it’s a werewolf thing, and I’m stuck because of the knot,” Jeno explained.

“Oh,” you said, if you were a human you’d be heating up from embarrassment now, you didn’t know having sex with a werewolf means you’d have to cockwarm with him, though the idea doesn’t sound bad at all.

Jeno crashes onto the bed next to you when he stopped cumming, his length still snugly inside of you.

“Tell me when you’re about to leave, we’re going to be stuck with each other for a while,” Jeno said as he cuddles you, the wolf becoming a shy puppy as he tries to hide the blush on his face on the crook of your neck.

“Okay.”

“And thank you, for giving me everything, I love you, Princess,” Jeno said as his eyes threatened to close immediately.

“I love you too, Jeno. Get some rest,” you said as you basked in the warmth of his body.

As two months flew by, Jeno knows he doesn’t have much time before he will be sacrificed in front of his whole pack at the start of the war, Jeno could hear the guards talking about the preparations that the soldiers are making when he strains his ears, using his wolf senses. He’s glad that you aren’t a fighter, that you wouldn’t see him killed in front of you, he hopes that you’ll forget him as time passes by, and that he’ll just fade into a flicker of reminiscence in your heart.

Jeno noticed that you’ve started dressing up more, always coming to see him in puffy gowns. He’s grown a habit of laying on your gown, the many layers of cloth makes your legs feel like pillows as he enjoys the way you run your fingers through his hair. You and Jeno have been intimate ever since that night, connecting to each other mentally and physically made you feel a sense of attachment towards him, even when you aren’t around him, you had this faraway look in your eyes, which made Irene question your focus in your studies.

All was going well until you overheard your father and a council member talking about executing a prisoner, which peaked your curiosity as you hid behind a shelf in the library, eavesdropping their conversation.

“He’ll be executed at the start of the war, where he’ll be beheaded in front of his own pack,” you heard your father say.

“This is the prince we’re talking about, I assume?” the council member replied.

“Yes, Lee Jeno, the one in cell D7,” and your heart drops at that short sentence.

You slammed a hand on your mouth, muffling your gasp of shock. So this is the reason why Jeno was only tortured, but not killed. You had to find a way to save him, but how?

You confided in your close friend who’s the clan’s newest witch, after her master was found killed by a pack of werewolves near clan grounds when the sun was still out. She suggested you the plan of stealing the key to the prisoner’s collars by giving you a potion that could make vampires sleep if they’re in mortal form, which means a bat wouldn’t be affected at all.

You executed the plan in the morning while most people were asleep, you knew where the head of guards were, the person who holds the keys to the collars. Vampires technically didn’t require any sleep, but sleeping makes vampires feel better, although they can willed themselves not to sleep.

You flew into his chambers through the air vents, the hardest part was unscrewing the bottle with your tiny bat paws, and when you got it, you could immediately smell the potion even though it had no effect on you, the guard’s snores immediately got louder, sinking into deeper sleep.

You looked around the small room to see the key resembling a bottle cork that your friend showed you, only to find a bunch hanging from his belt loops. You begrudgingly looked through the keys, looking for D7, and when you found it, you had to move it out of the ring carefully to avoid messing up and pushing out all the keys in accident.

You looped the key on your necklace and retrieved the bottle of leftover potion before flying off, a sense of hope blooming in your heart. Though, you still have to find a way to unlock his cell door which can only be unlocked by vampire blood from the outside.

That night you decided to meet Jeno earlier, having formulated a plan in your head for escaping this place with Jeno. You landed in Jeno’s lap, who was still asleep, startling him.

“Why are you here so early?” Jeno asked as he watches you transform into a person again. You quickly give him your necklace, hiding it under his shirt, for some reason, the charm of your necklace stung him.

“This is the key to free your co-

That’s when a loud bang rang out,  you immediately turned back into a bat, and the doors swung open to reveal the council member who was talking to your father.

“What do we have here?! A bat?! Who are you?! You traitor!” the council member called out.

You tried flying away, but he was too fast, having trained as a fighter before, catching you in his grasp.

“No!”

Jeno tried to attack him, but his collar held him back, the silver on the side burning into his skin.

The man choked your throat, forcing you to turn back into a human before you would be killed in your bat form.

“If this isn’t our youngest princess, useless brats of your father’s. I finally have an excuse to get rid of one of you. I knew I saw something fly in from the pavement just now. Guards! Escort the princess and the prisoner, we haven’t had a public torture and execution in years and I’m thirsty for blood to be spilled,” the man smiled in a crazed way, his eyes hungry for blood.

The guards detached Jeno’s collar from the wall as they guided him out with their silver swords in hand, escaping now would not work, he had to wait. When the guards were holding your arm a little bit too hard, Jeno felt his stomach lurch, yet it didn’t feel like the normal red hot anger he was supposed to feel, it was something different, but it still made him very much angry.

When they had reached outside, he could see the whole coven gathered under the make shift stage. The guards locked him into a giant cage made of silver. Then the evil man walked up the stage with a deranged glint in his eyes as he ordered his men to chain you up for everyone to see, Jeno caught sight of a man who looked somewhat like you, although the two of you had the same eyes, yours were always filled with love and kindness, while your father’s, for now, is filled with livid rage as his angry eyes look at you. Jeno couldn’t see your facial reaction towards your father, but he could see you visibly flinching in fear.

“People, we’re gathered here tonight to learn a valuable lesson. Do you recognise this girl? It’s our sweet little princess. I caught her fraternising with this mutt! In his cell! Tonight, I will commence a punishment for her as we always did for wrongdoers, with the traditional punishment, whipping, then death,” he announced to the citizens, some were shocked, but most were enjoying the drama and excited for the bloodshed.

The man took a long whip from a wooden crate, it was long and thick, with blood stains from previous captors. When the first whip cracked, your scream could be heard from a mile away as Jeno sees your exposed back, a tear in your dress as your skin breaks open to reveal a bloody gnash. For some reason, Jeno could feel a sting in his own stomach, just like the pain he felt in the dungeon, but ten times worse. You shuffled slightly, back hunched as you braced for the second whip. Jeno kneels as he mourns for the pain you’re suffering because of him, the charm of your necklace hitting his skin once again, stinging his skin, that’s when he remembered something you said, key, you called it a key. Key to what?

Jeno shuffles backwards where the guards can’t see him, he didn’t even need to act heartbroken, he already is, and took out your necklace. That’s when he realised, the word you were trying to say was collar, and from the looks of it, he could reach the lock if could just try to act out a scene.

“No, please! Torture me instead!” Jeno shouted, distracting the guards as he cups his ears with his hands, slipping down soon after to insert the key to his neck like he was pulling at his face. When the collar was off, he could feel his powers returning to him.

The people screamed as he transformed into a full fledge wolf, scaring the people, the man who was torturing you was distracted by Jeno’s loud howl as Jeno called on any wolves nearby, causing him to whip a bit of your side instead of back, striking a bit of your stomach, that’s when Jeno felt it, all this time the pain was connected to him because there was a baby in your stomach, his own child.

Jeno could feel a surge of anger inside him as he breaks open the cage, ignoring the sting on his skin. That’s when sees some wolves breaking the vampire’s defenses. Cries of war battle mixed with the snarling and howling as hell broke loose. Jeno immediately chews the man in half, in revenge for hurting the love of his life, he chews off your chains and lets you crawl onto his back.

When he felt your grip on his fur, he ran as fast as he can, attacking anyone who tried to kill you or him, he sent a message to his pack telepathically, telling them to fall back and focus on escaping. They formed a circle around Jeno and you, attacking whoever who came close before leaving the vampire grounds for good. Thankfully, his brothers had on protective armoury, or the silver bullets would’ve hit them if they weren’t careful enough, Jeno by luck, was only scratched by one or two bullets, his wounds healing quickly.

The wolves ran a few more miles before they stopped, putting a safe distance between them and the vampires, transforming back into their mortal forms.

“We attacked them unarmed, or we wouldn’t have been able to leave so easily,” Taeyong, the eldest of the princes said.

“Why did you save her, Jeno?! She isn’t one of us! She’s a bloodsucker!” Ten, his other brother accused.

Jeno lunged at his own brother, eyes blood red, a sneer on his usually kind face.

“Don’t you ever say that about her!” Jeno shouted, his face sat in a sneer.

When you heard the shouting, you sat up, but before you could reach up and stop them, you felt a wave of dizziness taking over you.

“She’s losing too much blood, she needs blood!” one of the members of the pack, Yuta said.

Jeno knocks over Ten, and rushes to your side, propping you up to meet his neck.

“It’s okay, Princess. Just drink,” tugging down his shirt for you to bite.

“No... I can’t, you’re hurt,” you said, weakly pushing Jeno away from you with no avail.

“It’s fine, I healed, you just need to drink a bit more for your body to start healing,” Jeno reassured you.

The others watch silently as you fed, your fangs piercing Jeno’s neck as he winces slightly from the sharp fangs. When you were done, your face wasn’t as ghostly anymore, the wounds on your back healing as you fall into peaceful slumber.

Jeno stands up to face his brothers and pack members again.

“I love her even though she’s a vampire, she’s not like them and she risked her life to show me kindness as I was trapped there. I will leave the pack if you want me to,” Jeno said determinedly, he’s not going to leave you when you’ve been nothing but good to him.

“No you’re not, Jeno. We’re brothers and we stick together, right Ten?” Taeyong said, ever the eldest being the wise one.

Ten only nodded, facing down, observing you.

“She’s pregnant isn’t she? I can feel a life inside her, that’s how you had the surge of power to break out,” Jeno’s closest brother, Mark asked.

“Yeah, I can’t leave her or our child, it’s my responsibility now,” Jeno said, making up his mind.

“Do you think it’s a vampire or a werewolf, Taeyong hyung?” Mark asked.

“I don’t know, all we can do is wait and find out, but whichever the child ends up to be, the baby will still be one of us now. Alright guys?” Taeyong asks, looking around to see if anyone wants to question his authority.

The whole pack muttered agreements, they transformed back into wolves later, choosing to run over waiting for Johnny and his van, leaving Jeno, Mark, Taeyong, and you.

“Were you guys on stand by tonight?” Jeno asked.

“Yeah, we were scouting for many days now, no brother gets left behind, remember?” Mark said as he wraps his brother in a hug, feeling grateful that he’s okay.

“Our Jeno’s all grown up isn’t he? I can’t believe you’re going to be a father soon,” Taeyong gushed.

5 months later...

“I told you the mountains are beautiful,” Jeno said as he held you close to him.

“Even in the morning,” even in the morning, you finished his sentence for him.

“Who knew our baby would’ve given you the immunity to sun. I remember how much you scared me when you first walked out,” Jeno said, thinking back to the time when you had experimented eating at first, then sun.

“We can finally walk hand in hand under the sun now, together,” you said, a peaceful smile on your face, no more running, no more hiding.

“Together,” Jeno said as he hugs you closer, a hand laying on your growing bump, a blossom of love coming to the two of you soon.

The end.

#nct smut #nct fluff #jeno smut #jeno fluff #nct dream smut #00 line smut #nct dream fluff #nct imagines #nct dream #jeno #lee jeno #nct

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: just a little thigh/face riding with your favourite lil witch

Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, face riding, couple of curse words, Wanda speaking Sokovian(that needs to be a warning), overstimulation if you squint

a/n: I used a mix of Romanian and Russian for the Sokovian. This is also only the second time I’ve wrote smut (there’s a bucky smut coming) so I hope it’s okay

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“Be a good girl and cum for me baby,” Wanda assists with rolling your hips against her thigh, her hands holding onto your hips tightly. A high pitched whine leaves your throat and your hands grip her shoulders so much you can feel your nails digging into her flesh.

“Eyes on me,” Wanda leaves small kisses along your collarbone before tilting her head back to look at you, face contorted in pleasure as your hips continue working you to euphoria. “Atat de dragut (so pretty), doing so well my love.”

The way Wanda so effortlessly switches from Sokovian to English dumbfounds you. You may not fully understand what she says but god does it so good coming from her mouth.

Your hips rock faster as Wanda continues to praise you and you’re so close and Wanda knows it. Without warning her palm comes down roughly on your ass before both her hands are gripping your cheeks. She manages to drag you against her thigh even faster now and you lose it. Mumbling out curses mixed with her name and you can’t keep your eyes on her stunning face anymore. You’re visions spotty as you clamp your eyelids shut.

Your legs are starting to ache but Wanda relentlessly keeps up the pace she’d set, working you fully through your orgasm.

“Ah-h Wands, fuck.” Your entire body shakes in her lap as you become incredibly sensitive, Wanda slows the movement of your hips. Her hands creep up your back as you slump against her, head resting on her shoulder as you draw in deep breaths.

“You did so good for me printsessa(princess),” Wanda rubs her hand between your shoulder blades, “you think you can cum again like this for me baby? Then you can lay down and let me ride that pretty face of yours.”

The matter of fact tone in which she speaks makes you know she’s not actually asking but requesting that that’s what’s going to happen. The best part is all you can do is whine which makes her chuckle against your neck where she starts placing open-mouthed kisses.

“You can do it, just one more.” Wanda wraps her around your lower back and presses your hips down against her soaked thigh. Your body flinches at the contact and Wanda giggles, her other hand moving to hold your face. She encourages you to sit back and look down on her, her eyes raking over your dishevelled appearance.

“One more?” You pant as she continues to move your hips slowly. Wanda pulls your face down to hers and she slots her lips over yours in a delicate kiss.

“One more,” she repeats, lips brushing against yours as she speaks. In return you roll your hips against her, moaning at the friction. The sounds you make have Wanda grinning, proud of herself because she knows she’s the only one that can make you feel like this.

Your mind goes fuzzy as Wanda kisses you again, having not fully come down from your last high you could feel the next approaching quicker. You begin to grind faster, your own thighs burning from the position you’re in. Wanda has you crying out as she starts gently bouncing her leg, the added sensation sends you completely over the edge. You’re moaning against her lips, pulling apart to gasp in air before Wanda pulls you back in, her tongue sliding into your mouth easily.

Wanda takes over guiding your hips at a speed that would rival her brothers, your entire body convulses as yet another orgasm rips through you.

“Frumoasa (beautiful),” Wanda rests her forehead against yours. The hand that was resting against your cheek has moved around to hold the back of your neck, holding you even more in place. You’re completely at her mercy, body going limp again, only jolting forward every few seconds as Wanda slows your movements.

Your breath mixes with hers as you hold onto her shoulders tightly, surprisingly Wanda’s panting almost as much as you.

“I could watch you do this all day,” her eyes flick down to your lips for a second before she looks up at you again. “Could listen to you moan my name over,” she pecks your lips, “and over,” her lips move to your cheek, “and over again.” She kisses the spot under your ear and your eyes flutter shut upon hearing her sultry voice directly in your ear.

“You’re amazing Wanda,” you manage to breathe out as she continues to kiss and mark your neck.

“Oh, I know.” Cocky little witch.

“Let me make you feel good now baby,” your hands cup her face, pulling her head back so you can look at her and she’s smirking up at you.

“You’re so good to me Y/N,” her fingers move up your sides, lightly tickling the skin as she moves. “Lay down, my love.”

Immediately you do as you’re told, gingerly climbing off Wanda’s lap and then ungracefully flopping down on your back against the mattress. Wanda giggles as you make grabby hands at her, a giant grin gracing your face.

Wanda manoeuvres herself until her, still glistening, thighs are on either side of your head. She smiles down at you when your arms wrap around her thighs. Her hand comes down to rest on top of your head, her fingers combing through your hair.

You watch as your tongue glides against her, her hips rutting forward and head falling back in pure bliss. Her free hand grips onto the headboard as her body sinks fully into you. Her entire weight almost crushing your head in the most delightful way.

Already the prettiest sounds tumble out of her mouth and you’ve barely begun. You’re devouring her like you never have before, determined to repay the favour. Her fingers tighten around your hair, harshly tugging as she rides herself against your face. Absolutely obscene sounds echo around the room and your eyes stay glued to your girlfriends face, watching her mumble in both English and Sokovian. Her entire body starts vibrating when you hold her hips down, giving her no choice to move away.

“Malyshka (baby),” her eyes lock with yours for a split second before her head flings back as you smugly add more pressure to her clit. She’s moaning with her chest heaving and she’s trying to move her hips upwards, away from you, but your grip is so tight that she just ends up grinding more against your open mouth. You can feel her hips stuttering and thighs squeezing your head and you know she’s close now.

“Fuck. So good. So, so good.” Wanda pants, her fingers tightening around your hair and she’s tugging so hard that your eyes sting with tears but you don’t stop. Her increasing moans only spur you on to get her to her climax. It only takes a few moments before she’s repeating the same Sokovian curse over and over and god does she look so pretty from this angle. Her mouth hanging open, drawing in sharp breathes in between cries of your name as she comes undone above you.

You slow your movements and her legs tremble beside you. She rocks her hips only a few more times before she stops, head falling against her outstretched arm. You manage to turn your head so you can place loving kisses against her thigh, keeping your eyes on her while she comes down from her high. You whisper words of love against her skin until her eyes flutter open and a smile graces her lips.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers, her chest still heaving slightly. She loosens her grip on your hair, gently combing through the strands and soothing the slight pain that’s there.

“I love you,” you place another kiss against her skin before she slowly moves. Her body quivers as she manages to sit upright. Your hands rub gentle circles on the outside of her thighs as she readies herself to move off of you. You allow her the time she needs, sharing an intimate moment as you stare into each other’s eyes.

Wanda keeps her hand resting on the headboard as she raises her leg up and over you. Then she slides down to lay next to you. You both turn your heads to look at each other, smiling at one another. Wanda’s fingers slide down your inner wrist and down your palm until they interlock with yours. She turns onto her side, nuzzling her face into the pillow and eyes falling shut for a second. You prop yourself up on your elbow and squeeze her hand. She opens them again, her brown eyes staring right back at you as you lean over her to place a kiss on her lips.

“I wasn’t done with you yet,” you pull back enough to see her face as her expression spreads into excitement and your heart blooms with love for the woman in front of you as your lips crash back onto hers.

#psa that wanda maximoff can sit on my face any day #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda smut #wanda maximoff reader insert #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel smut #wanda maximoff one shot #wanda maximoff imagine

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My Little Dove ¬ Regulus Black

Kinktober Day 4

Plot - Regulus wanted to love and cherish you but a desire to corrupt you was always present so what happens when you decide to let him ruin you?

Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}

Pairing - Regulus Black x Inexperienced!Fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - THIS IS FLUFFY SMUT. Praise, loss of virginity for the reader, bit of an innocent kink, they are either in 6th or 7th year but this takes place at Hogwarts. Unprotected sex but I like to imagine that there are safety spells to cast afterwards

Word Count - 1.9k

The Slytherin common room rumbled with laughter. Young hormonal witches and wizards making filthy jokes as their minds concocted fantasies of their crushes. It was that kind of stage in life where all that mattered was sex, well to most of your friends anyway.

Always the innocent one of the group, 'the dove' as Nina Nott once claimed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the sexual jokes, doe-eyes widening at stories of wild nights and flushing checks whenever your dashing boyfriend placed his hand on your smooth thigh. It baffled your peers at how the sweet darling of Slytherin ever agreed to go out with Regulus Black, the mysterious and handsome pureblood.

Whilst his friends constantly teased him about you being too innocent, about how you must be so boring and tame. Regulus couldn't help but disagree. Your innocence lit up a secret desire in him, knowing that you were so pure when he was tainted and blackened. You were his prized princess and when the time came, he would be the one to corrupt you.

Gentle firelight sparkled across the common room, making the silver decorations dance in flashes of glitter. Head resting on the Black boy's shoulder as his hand caressed your exposed knee, the two of you were listening to yet another story about Barty's wild sexual exploits from over the holidays. Even though Regulus claimed that barely half were true.

As the dirty-minded wizard continued explaining how he made a girl orgasm with a single finger, your innocent little mind decided to indulge in the sinful thoughts you so often push away. Thoughts of Regulus exploring your body in ways no one had before, or picturing his mop of dark curls between your legs as he dipped into your delicious core. No matter how innocent people thought you were, you couldn't deny that the thoughts of Regulus making you cum over, and over again, wasn't something that consumed your mind after the sun had set.

Whilst your mind flooded with sinful fantasies, your beloved boyfriend noticed the way your cheeks were reddening by the second and how your supple thighs clenched ever so slightly. His curious head filled with ideas at the subtle reactions but there was a single thought that stood out, you were aroused.

Bowing his head ever so slightly, the Slytherin wizard whispered gently, "My love, I'm feeling rather bored with this company. How about we make our way to my room?"

The velvety words were enough to bring you back from your daydream, and with a shaky nod, Regulus grasped your hand to pull you away from the comfort of the leather sofas.

With each step you ascended, your confidence grew. Tired of pushing your wants away, bored of being labelled innocent and fed up with not being able to reach that high by yourself anymore. All these reasons and emotions led you to one solution; you needed Regulus, all of him.

Entering the wizard's room filled you with excitement but the fear was overwhelming your subconscious. How do I even suggest this? What if I'm terrible and he leaves me? What if he sees me naked and decides it's not what he thought? The inner monologue battled with your confidence as you placed yourself on his large silken bed, a perk of being prefect.

The dip in the bed and the strong aroma of teakwood made you twirl your body towards the dark-haired man. Locking your eyes, you felt protected in his gaze, knowing that he would never let anything hurt you and he would never judge you. That simple look sent all your fears running and your stomach swirled with confidence once more.

Placing a delicate hand on his sculpted jaw, you inched ever so close to emit a soft "I love you Reggie" before connecting your lips with his. The gentle touch of your plump lips against his made your heart swell and your body ache for something more, aching to feel loved. Encasing you within his lean arms, Regulus guided your figure onto his sturdy lap as his fingertips trace the nap of your neck and tangle in your hair.

This reaction from the pureblood boy spurred you to deepen the kiss and shift the atmosphere into something more than the passionate make-outs the two of you engaged in. With a soft nip of Reg's lower lip, the two of you began exploring one another's mouth in an intimate dance of tongues and teeth. Heat slowly flowed to your pleading core, begging for some attention after all these usual nights ending with warm embraces.

Giving into your body's wants, you grind into Regulus' growing hard-on in a desperate attempt for friction. The out-of-character action elicits a guttural groan from the man as he sharply pulls away from the kiss, with confusion laced orbs at your sudden movement.

"Princess, don't do that."

"But why? It feels good right?"

"Yes but if we start down that road, I might not be able to stop"

Placing a single hand over his steady-rising chest, you confess "I don't want you to stop. I want you, all of you."

Love driven lust replaced all signs of confusion in his sharp features as he took in your words, drinking in the idea of finally being able to corrupt his little dove. Wrapping a slender hand across your back, he flipped the two of you so his figure loomed above yours.

Regulus began planting soft kisses against your jaw as he cautiously undid the many buttons holding back your exposed chest. Treating your clothes as if they were wrapping paper covering his prize and he was eager to reveal the marvellous sight beneath it. As the final button popped open, the man let himself harden at the picturesque view of your satin white bra which cupped your tender breasts. Lowering himself to delve between your mounds, his lips nipped and sucked the smooth surface, making sure to leave marks to show his love.

Sensations of the simple act mixing with anticipation left you shivering for more. His slow movements felt like a pleasurable torture as you core became slick in preparation for his attention.

"Reg, please. I want more"

"Are you sure my dove? Almost feel bad corrupting you, such a sweet little thing"

The words washed over you, adding to the heated atmosphere. "Regulus, I want you to corrupt me. Please baby, ruin me."

As if all inhibition in the man snapped, his actions became more determined and his fingers made quick work of stripping himself bare before turning his attention to your pleated school-girl skirt. Whilst all the girls at Hogwarts wore one, only you could make heads turn and only you could make Regulus feel like he won the Triwizard Cup.

"This is staying on, okay princess?" He stated toying with the edge of your skirt before sliding his hand further to meet your clothed core "But these are coming off." And with a hardened tug, the eager man torn your lacey panties.

The cool air now freely reaching your glistening core made you whine and rut your hips, begging for any type of feeling on your throbbing core. Regulus traced a single digit across your inner thigh before gliding it over your soaking core, coating his slender finger in your juices.

He brought the wettened digit to his lips before tasting your sweetness, "Oh babygirl, you taste delicious. Trust me, you'll struggle to keep me away but for now, I need to be in your tight little pussy"

Blush flooded your cheeks at his lewd words but you couldn't contain the whimper of desperation at his words, tempting him to just bottom out inside of you already. But like the gentleman he was, cautiously lining up his leaking cock with your sopping entrance before whispering "Are you sure you want this my love?"

Biting back a whimper at feeling of his angry tip resting against your folds, you shakily let out a "yes" and with that, Regulus sheathes inside of your warmth.

Gasping at the sudden feelings, the pain melted away quickly as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses. The dark-haired man stilled himself as you both grew accustom to the new sensations but as your nails softly dug into his biceps, he began to gently build up a slow yet punishingly deep pace.

"You are so tight my dove. Squeezing me so well that I may not last as long as I wished." Groans fell from his lips with the interruption of a mumbled chorus of your name as if he were drunk and you were the only think he could remember.

Moans and whimpers tumbled from your mouth as his punishing length reached so deep, pressing that sweet-spot with every thrust. You always knew that your fingers could never compare but this, this was better than you could have imagined. The way his cock so expertly filled you whilst his large hands groped your exposed flesh, all accompanied by the sweet sounds the duet of moans and groans bouncing through the room.

Feeling the knot begin to grow in your stomach, Regulus places a single digit on your puffy clit before rubbing merciful patterns to quicken your climax. Your sounds grew louder as your orgasm approached, chants of his name broken up by light pleasured whimpers freely erupted from your lips. Regulus picked up the speed, now thrusting into your clenching cunt at a harsher pace as he watched you fall apart.

Pride flooded his senses as he realised that he was the only one who got to see this side of you, he was the only one who got to watch you come undone and he was never planning on letting you go. "Are you going to cum for me princess?"

"Yes, oh my god! Reg, I wanna cum"

His own climax hit maximum capacity as he began a final burst of energy, pounding into your tight hole as your noises melted into his lips with a bruising kiss. Bodies becoming one as the tension of your inevitable climaxes burst through the gates.

Reg's hips stuttered against your body as his orgasm came flooding over and he released himself into your accepting warmth with a loud outburst of your name. Your body convulsed with pleasured as you felt the final cord snap, opening the flood-gates of ecstasy. Nails impaling your lover's back and bicep as he gripped your waist with a harsh force, leaving marks of the night you shared.

Staggered breaths fell from your mouths as Regulus carefully unsheathed himself and brought your exhausted body into his loving arms. Delicate kisses were littered across your exposed shoulder before he placed a single tender kiss against your forehead, a shy communication of love that he created for you.

"Are you okay my love? I wasn't too much, was I?" No matter how much of a big game Regulus spoke, the both of you knew that he feared harming you above all else and inside, he was the most caring man there was.

Lightly pressing a kind kiss on his plump lips, you offer a glowing smile. "It was perfect, I couldn't have ask for better. I love you and I don't think I could feel happier than I do now"

Snuggling closer into the pureblood man, you hear his rapid heartbeat begin to slow as he accepts your embrace.

"I love you my little dove"

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i have an idea wednesday addams meeting reader who has a melanie martinez, maybe fran bow aesthetic, or this tiktok account's aesthetic https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSedsmvSe/ (because pastels), and reader's family also has that type of aesthetic, addams and reader's family meet? i don't know if you take asks or requests but i just had an idea and i wanted to share it with the class

this is what I call a magnificent contribution !! Thanks for sharing it with the class, you have an A +

Also, thank you so much for letting me write for another fandom!! I hope you like this little fic <3

Devil likes pastel color (Platonic Wednesday x Fem!Reader)

“Hallo!” you smiled as you approached the black haired girl next to you. 

In the month you have been there, a lot of classmates have approached you, wanting to be your friends and making you feel welcomed, because a new girl in the school was always a rare but awesome thing, and you were so nice and lovely, the kind of person everyone would want around. 

Everyone, except Wednesday Addams. The girl wasn’t rude to you, she just didn’t talk or even see in your direction, which you respected. You find her fascinating, but after the first attempt to befriend her, where she commented on your “utterly horrible and eye burning clothes”, you stopped trying. You laughed it off, of course, but never bothered her again.

Too bad the teacher didn’t care about Wednesday’s wishes at all and paired you with her for the next project. Well, you could always try to make this a pleasant experience for both of you. Which would be easier if the girl would even look at you.

“How are you?” you tried again

She remained quiet. You started to feel a little awkward, but your parents taught you to be patient with people.

“So...what do you think we should do for our project?” you asked and smiled again. 

“We can see how long it takes a wolf to eat a small human” she finally answered. 

You were making progress!! Good! And this was something you actually knew about, so it was amazing! Too bad you didn’t hear the sarcasm in her voice, nor caught the hint about you being the small human. You totally missed her threat.

“Well, it depends. Wolves usually eat 3.3 pounds of meat per day, 22 if they’re starving. So, I’m guessing between 6 and 43 days, depending how angry is it” you smiled. 

Wednesday frowned and finally looked at you. You had listened about how she could make anyone fear her with only looking at them, but to you, it was a victory. If you were honest, she was the most interesting person you’ve ever met. 

“How much do you weigh?” she asked and raised an eyebrow.

This time, you understood the meaning and couldn’t help but giggle. She was so cute. 

“Enough to feed a growth wolf, that’s for sure” you said “But I doubt Akela would allow any other wolf near me” 

The other girl blinked and her whole posture changed. She even turned so she was fully facing you this time. Second point to you!

“You have a wolf?” she asked

“Oh yes, he’s such a good boy, always protecting us from people who get too close. I think he still has a hand on the basement. Not sure whom it belonged to. But don’t worry, he’s sweet with the people we like” you finished with a huge smile. 

By the way Wednesday’s face changed from annoyed to interested, you knew you had her full attention now.

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“Can I help you?”

You smiled when a lovely tall lady in a black dress greeted you. It had been a month since that project you and Wednesday did and you two became good friends since then. Everyone at school thought it was odd, because you two were total opposites, but for you it only made your friendship even better! Besides, your pastel dresses always looked better with Wednesday’s black ones, you made each other stand out.

Yet, this was the first time you came to her house. At first, she said she’d prefer to work at your place because that way her younger brother wouldn’t bother you (even if the idea of Akela attacking Pugsley was tempting for her), but then it was just that she enjoyed the way you and your family treated her, 

Don’t get it wrong, deep inside she loved her strange family, but being the older (and better) child meant her parents would usually expect too much from her, and you were a single child, which meant you and your parents would give her all your attention. Besides, she discovered your parents were amazing. 

They shared your same pastel aesthetic, but also your creepiness. You weren’t cruel, far from that, in fact, she’d often find your manners and sweet talk too cloying for her taste, but there were times when a darker side of you would come out, usually if you were in trouble or danger, and those, those were her favorite moments. When you’d get all psycho and murder. She found it kind of cute.

There was only so much her parents could teach her, but your parents were still a box of surprises and she loved learning new ways of using knives, chains, poison or raising spiders. But after a month of getting to know you all, she decided it was time for you to meet her family too. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Addams” your mother said, with a big smile “We apologize for any inconvenience, we’re just here to leave our little princess”

The woman frowned but before she could say anything, a man with a funny mustache and a cigarette approached her from behind.

“And who are these people with a horrendous sense of fashion, cara mia?” he asked.

Your parents laughed and this time your father presented you all in a better way.

“We’re the Y/L/Ns. Our little princess here was invited to your lovely house” your father said.

“Mother, father” a voice came behind the Addams “I invited her”

You smiled when Wednesday approached you all with a small smirk. She never smiled the way you or your parents did, but her smirk was still a nice touch. It fit her. 

“This is Y/N, and her parents, Y/F/N and Y/M/N” the girl said.

This time, the Addams seemed to understand and opened their eyes in realisation. 

“Oh, so this is the girl you kept telling us about, dear Wednesday” the woman said “Our apologies, we weren’t expecting you to have such...tastes in clothes” she said.

You and Wednesday looked at each other and smirked. You two knew what her parents would think about your family’s aesthetic, it was the same the black-haired girl thought at first, but you had the hope that, just like their daughter, the Addams could see past the pastel color and build a good relationship with them. 

You knew your parents would at least try.

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“I think nuts could cover the amoniac” you casually said “Mom could help us bake some cookies”

Wednesday didn’t look up from her book, but you could see her rolling her eyes and smirking. 

You were right, your parents and the Addams quickly got along despite the initial suspicion from the goth family. And now it was common for you to spend days and nights at the Addams mansion or them visiting your place (although this was less common, since they didn’t like to go out too much). It was like having a second family! But despite getting to know them all now, Wednesday was still yours and your parents’ favorite.

That’s why you were a little mad about the current topic. 

It wasn’t rare for people to call Wednesday a freak or other names, but it never bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t let anyone unimportant affect her. But you were another story. You hated people who judged others only because of their looks, it didn’t matter if they called you pretty or wanted to be your friends only because you seemed nice, if they dared to disrespect Wednesday, they were automatically on your black list. 

But even then, it was a thing to call other people nasty names (which was still wrong, but you could ignore it), and another too different was to try to punch her (thank god she was strong and stopped their hand before it could hit her face). 

You tried to fight them, but Wednesday just picked you up (again, she was really strong) and pulled you out of there. Needless to say, it surprised everyone at school. Nobody thought that sweet Y/N could be so scary or that creepy Wednesday would be the calmed one. 

If only they knew it was like that 60% of the time. 

“Ok, ok, what about a tea party at my house and I accidentally let Akela out?” you asked and smiled when the wolf under Wednesday’s feet looked at you, ready to follow orders.

“We would have to clean the blood from the carpets” she said “besides, that kind of junk food could give him indigestion” she finished, caresing Akela’s head. 

“Fiiiiiiine” you pouted “but I still think the cookie are a good idea”

The black-haired girl didn’t say anything but the smirk was all you needed. Both of you sat down in silence, enjoying the books on your hands, when something hit your window. It wasn’t a mystery who it could be, especially when other water balloons followed the first one. 

“Hey freak! Come show your face!” someone outside yelled.

You looked at Wednesday, but she only rolled her eyes and shrugged. Akela was alert and you could sense the change in the mood. He knew something was wrong, he could feel your anger. 

“Seems like they fell for the beauty and the beast explanation, uh?” she said and you frowned.

You had heard the rumors about her being some kind of witch who put a spell on you to control you, given that there was no other explanation as to why you would like to be friends with her. It was stupid and made you mad that they think you couldn’t make a choice for yourself or that they seemed to think about you as a fragil doll. Were they really stupid enough to believe it?

“Well, let’s show them who the beast really is” you smirked as you walked out, with Akela following you.

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