#maximoff oc

[ashley-jones]

Who is Most Powerful

chapter 2

John Constantine x Maximoff OC

Warnings: Cursing, Multiverse, universe traveling, death, blood, demonology, scarlet witch, Strange locking Natalia inside her room, daddy issues, mommy issues, Natalia is based off comic book Wanda

"Wong they helped me.. John said he could do something about the scarlet witch, said he could help me." Natalia spoke towards the sorcerer. "I truly hope you do not hate me for saying this dear.. but not even the strongest of magic users to get rid of that thing inside of you. No matter how dark or light that magic is.. There is no true hope for getting rid of her." Wong strictly spoke.

Her heart stopped at those cold words, head lifting and looking at him then looking back down. "My mother died at the hands of that thing.. Despite learning how to control it, she still died!" she argued. She stood up looking directly at him. "She only wished to bring my father back." she whispered. "Brining people back from the dead is not allowed, you of all should know that." Wong spoke.

"But why? Why is it so wrong?! She broke and died trying to bring him back.. She knew the only way she could continue living on is to put this inside me! The only thing I want to do is learn to control it, not to let it control me! Why is that so wrong?!" she yelled. "Because you are too weak!" Wong yelled. She flinched stepping back, one of her hands going over her stomach.

"Bloody bastard ain't he?" John spoke towards Zatanna. "Poor kid.." she whispered. Suddenly the sound of a door shutting and the girls yells went silent. A spell was poured over the door locking it, strange standing tall lowering his arm watching the magic shimmer along the door.

"Strange you asshole let me out!!" Natalia yelled. "Don't leave me in here with her! You have to let me out please!!" she cried. But every scream and cry was nothing but silence beyond that door.

She stepped back from the door looking around her, eyes stopping at the mirror seeing the tall women's figure standing behind her. She smirked reaching out and grabbing her leaving nothing but screams in her wake. She fell to her knees screaming as vines wrapped around her pulling her into a praying position.

She tried everything in her power to stop it, but the vines pushed inside of her head lifted screams stopping. Once brown eyes turned red, gaze pouring into the mirror. "Mom." she whispered. Then suddenly a large blast of red poured from her, body leaning up head falling back, back arching as the blast poured out the windows shattering the glass and going around each crack of the door.

Suddenly it all disappeared, body falling forward head leaning down red hair flowing over a large face framing headpiece. Her once casual outfit was now tightly fitted black pants and a red corset with black tread going down the middle and latin on either side of it. An red and blue amulet hung from her neck dangling close to her line of vision.

She slowly pushed herself up holding her stomach slowly making her way towards her bed. She slid down laying her head on the pillow, body curling in on itself grazing at the wall with dull eyes. "It's a mirror dimension.." she whispered. Turning around she looked around slowly shutting her eyes lowering her head taking in 3 deep breaths; before lifting her head once more watching the dark mirrors surround her. "You can get through love, I know you can." she heard John speak. "This intelligence goes beyond me.. it is meant to keep evil things in.. I am not evil!" she calls out.

"I know love." he softly spoke. She looked around seeing nothing but herself in each mirror. But when she just topped and took notice of her appearance, she realized why she couldn't bring her intelligence to come up with a way out. "It's not me.." she whispered. She leaned her head down taking a deep breath. "I know you want control.. but this is my body, and if you do not release me we will be caged.. And I know that not what you want." she whispered. "Let me go..." she pleaded. 'Stay with the warlock..' the witch whispered slowly releasing Natalia, but the amulet stayed, turning pure red.

Natalia lifted her head reaching forward pressing her hand through the mirrors. Another connected with her and she was slowly pulled out and into a strong set of arms. Large red glowing scratches where present on her skin, Wanda could be seen on the other end of the mirror dimension looking at Constantine and then at Strange and Wong. "If you think to trap my daughter again.. I will rise from my grave and kill you.. And it will not be me being reasonable." she spoke, her voice vibrating and dark. "If you wish to return to your world warlock.. Then I grant you passage with the last amount of power that I have left, take this of you will be stuck." Wanda spoke.

Constantine lifted Natalia into a bridal hold looking towards Zatanna. "I've never been one to pass up the easy offer.." he spoke. He let Zatanna go first through the portal, but Wanda stopped the man before he could go. "I did not wish to hurt my daughter, it was my only way to still reside by her side. I did not expect someone so trusting would cause so much harm.. She has two brother in along with another version of me within Earth 838. Once she has come to terms with the Scarlet witch.. Please send her there. I'll know that she'll be loved." Wanda spoke before disappearing into nothing.

"Continue running around like that and spreading ashes.. I see why Orchid gets so agitated with you John.." Natalia softly spoke through the pages of her book. The alienated woman looked towards the young magic wielder who winked at the house intelligence who smiled and looked away. When John continued pacing she finally shut her book setting it aside. "Okay.. what's wrong?" she questioned the warlock.

"Is it Zatanna?? I'm sure she didn't mean she was going forever, more so just much needed time.!" she spoke encouragingly. John looked at the girl lowering his cigarette sighing quietly. She cocked her head to the side smiling softly.

He looked at her taking in how much she's changed over the months of training. She gave into Scarlet witch, despite having trouble every now and then controlling it; she was glowing. Her eyebrow raised smile softening as she stood up disappearing and reappearing behind him. "Should I read your mind.. we know the last time I did that it didn't end very well.." she spoke frowning towards orchid who just looked away eyes wide.

John looked back at her smirking almost tempted for her to read his mind. She shook her head slowly turning around and making her way back to her chair and seating herself once more. "Yea I don't think so.." she whispered. "How would you like to go a trip pet?" John questioned. "Oh! I love adventures!" she happily said. He smiled wrapping his arm around her the two of them disappearing with already packed bags that she had no clue of and his magic handling box.

They appeared in front of a large ship which she recognized as the time traveling mother ship that had the legends inside. The two of them walked inside listening to the team talk about some mythical creature tracking thing. "Oh I hope this works we need a way to pinpoint all these magical creatures wreaking havoc across the timeline." Sara spoke. "Like vampire" heat wave spoke. "Gremlins" zari added. "Aswangs.." Atom whispered. "Cannibalistic Filipino were beasts with proboscis like tongues." he whispered.

Natalia raised an eyebrow towards the conversation looking up at John with confusion. "I thought what's why we have Constantine.." zari spoke. "Yea about that.. Constantine is"

"Tired, hungover, and in need of a stiff one.." John spoke up walking inside dragging the box behind him while Natalia walked in front of him smiling happily. "He's here!" Sara spoke. "Sara!" Natalia happily said running towards the blond the two going into an immediate conversation about everything that been happening since their last meeting.

"Ah so new legends alert!" Atom spoke happily. "Really?" "Yea I'm not legend.. I don't wear no bloody costume, I expect full benefits, and 2 weeks paid vacation." John spoke. "Vacation?" Zari questioned. "Paid?!" Heat wave growled going to move forward to lounge at him.

Natalia turned her head towards the computer humming softly. "Salem?" she questioned. Sara turned once hearing her machine go off, quickly moving towards the computer. "We're going to Salam?? That seems so fun!" she called out happily. "Blood hell first mission and I'm being dragged to the blood Salem witch trials." John muttered.

"wait... Is it safe for me to go into Salem?" Natalia questioned. "Nope." the whole team said at once. So John, Natalia, and Heat wave each stayed back while Zari, Atom, and Sara went out into the Salem to look into the mythical creature.

John and Heat wave have been arguing all day, while Natalia sat at the windows watching the Salem citizens walking around, children singing while working, and then listening to the sharp yells of 'witch' over and over. Sara came walking inside interrupting the two men, but the girl stayed sitting hands in her lap while watching outside.

"hey honey.. come on let's get away from there." Atom spoke talking to her as though she was a child. She looked back at the man looking right at him cocking her head to the side. "The woman cannot cast a spell without words, unless it is like mine which is very very much unlikely." Natalia spoke.

"So a demon.."

"No.. No demon would help a child unless promised something.. But something else that feeds off of them, something greed's for power while connecting to their own souls to their own.." Natalia spoke. John looked at her falling in love with that smart brain of hers. "A godmother.. my love you're a genius!" he yelled clapping his hands together.

"a godmother?" Sara questioned. "They're not as sweet as Cinderella's story.." Natalia spoke. She slid off the chair walking towards the door smiling. "Come on!" she called back quickly walking out of the ship ignoring John telling her to stay in the ship.

"You're not exactly dressed for Salem Natalia.." Sara whispered. "No. But I'm a witch, I'm something Salem craves." the younger whispered. Natalia followed the sweet songs of the child Prudence, boots clicking as she ran ahead of the group coaxing the girl into a clearing. "Who are you?" Prudence questioned obviously scared.

"My name is Natalia Maximoff." the witch softly answered. She kneeled down smiling sadly. "I'm truly sorry about your mother Prudence. People always fear what they cannot understand." Natalia softly spoke. "How would you know?" the girl questioned. "Because I am one of those people.." Natalia spoke. She laid her right hand down on the grassy floor red blazing from it and flowing in front of her, roses beginning to grow and bloom in front of the child.

She moved away laying her hand on her lap ignoring the fairy's presence behind her. Prudence looked at the roses wiping tears from her cheeks smiling at the sweet scent that flowed from them. "I guess magic can be beautiful.." the child whispered. "It can always be beautiful." Natalia softly spoke.

"My friends and I can help your mother Prudence. We just have to take you somewhere safe, somewhere these people cannot find you because they fear that power that you hold inside." Natalia softly spoke. "You lie girl." the old woman spoke. Natalia sighed looking back towards the woman slowly standing up and stepping away. "I've learned over the years that I'm not a good lier.. And I certainly won't lie to a child who could possibly be losing her mother." she simply spoke towards the old woman.

"Do you think yourself is so strong?" the woman whispered. "Go ahead and piss 'er off bitch." Natalia growled. Her eyes glowed red looking down at the woman ignoring the tree vines wrapping around her wrists. But the red vines snapped the tree vines in half making the woman cast another which ended up reflected once again.

Okay maybe hanging out Constantine isn't the best thing for a girl who's been around good all her life. But she has changed for the better.

Kind of -

Natalia was stronger than most demons than most demons that she has come across with Constantine. She has to find one to be strong enough to go against her and the scarlet witch, much less the two together.

"I'd be careful dear.. Witches are quite spiteful in Desires." The fairy godmother coldly spoke. "And fairy godmothers are cold self centered greedy bitches." Natalia mumbled eyeing John who entered the clearing with Sara, Zari, Rory, and Atom. "I'm out. Your turn Johnny." she spoke walking away from the woman once more snapping the vines that attempted to wrap around her.

Her boots clicked but before she could get any further, Prudence ran forward grabbing her arm stopping her. "Wait! Please you said you could help.." she cried. "You probably don't get it.. you seem to be surrounded by people b-but my mom's all I have with this power.." she whimpered.

Natalia looked down understanding the girls place and emotions. "I do get it. I've been where you are.." Natalia spoke looking back at the girl. "Y-you have?" she whispered. Natalia turned kneeling down in front of the girl. "I lost my grandparents fat before my mother had me, my uncle died after getting caught up things he and my mother should have stayed away from. I lost my aunt after she sacrificed herself for the greater good, and my father figure did the same.. Not long after that my father left me and my mother behind to meet a woman he kissed once, only to die once he returned.. My mother.. my mother tried to bring him back but she did no succeed, and right before she died she placed this incredible power on me knowing it was her only way of watching over me.. It is not always bright or good sweetheart.. Dark ess always looms over you, whether it seems good or bad, or if it's in innocent form.. It always follows... I and my friends are example of this." Natalia spoke.

Prudence looked at her with watery eyes, latching into her tightly. "You're strong.." she whispered. Natalia's eyes where wide as she slowly hugged the girl back, head leaning down slightly. "I'll come with you.. But only you, I trust you.." she whispered.

"thank you.." Natalia whispered.

"I didn't even get to sing my song.." the fair godmother growled.

"This feels wrong to just lock her up like this.." Natalia spoke looking at the locked door. "Gotta do what you can love." John spoke beginning to walk away. "Well what if it was they where sealing away?" she called out. "It's not you now is it pet?" he called back going down the left corridor. "But what if it was..?" she whispered.

Unknown to Natalia the fairy stood by watching the 18 year old closely. She could feel her pain and sorrow that she tried so hard to hide behind the fake smiles bright giddy attitude. "You poor poor thing.." the woman spoke. Natalia turned her head before sighing looking up laughing under her breath. "Ugh.. what is that supposed to mean?" she questioned. "Why hide your pain from someone you love?" the woman asked. "Love? If you think I love Constantine than y-you're out of your mind lady.." Natalia tried to defend.

"Daddy issues?" the woman asked. "What??" Natalia called out. "You know when a girl is hurt by her father and end up falling for any old-" "yes I know what daddy issues refers to lady.. I don't have feelings for John. He's gonna give me away the moment he gets his chance to do so. I'm just waiting for it." Natalia spoke. And despite how horrible those words made her feel, she knew they where true.

She trained on her heels and walked away arm laying over her stomach. "I'm sure your mother would hate to hear how her daughter is dragging herself further and further into hell!" The fairy godmother called out. Natalia came to a full stop staring forward before turning around looking at the woman. "I'm already there." she coldly replied finally walking away from the woman and out of her sight.

Natalia sat down in the lounge room listening as the team left saying something about Zari. She lifted her legs up over the chair arm watching the flat screen, head cocking flipping through each channel. Her gaze shifted taking in the silence which made her stand up walking towards the window looking outside into the country.

"Oh Zari.." she whispered. She grabbed her cloak running out off the ship, boots clicking as she made her way into the air towards the Salem village. Slowly flowing to the ground Natalia ran inside the church grabbing her friends arm, which made her turn then look back at the front. "You can't stop me Natalia.." Zari mumbled. "I wasn't planning on it. I don't like breaking promises." the 18 year old whispered.

Zari looked over towards her then back towards the man pricking the poor woman with a pin. "It's a birthmark jerk.." Zari growled under her breath. Zari couldn't take it any longer the wind totum glowing causing a harsh wind to throw the man to the side. He paniced standing grabbing the bible sitting on the desk yelling that the Lord was by his side. Natalia stepped forward hand reaching out towards the woman who looked towards her red glistening in her eyes as she walked towards her through the people.

"witches! They're all witches!!" the man yelled. "Capture them!!" he ordered. All three women where grabbed, Natalia about reacted by putting them all down but Zari yelled at her to stop shaking her head. "Don't be like him.." she whispered. Natalia lowered her head allowing the men to to take her dragging their body up to a pit rope circling them. "We must brun these devil infested beasts!" he yelled out.

"They fear what they do not know.." Natalia whispered. Zari looked over at her realizing the position she has put the young girl in, immediate guilt filling her, especially when the fire was lit.

"No.. no, no, no, no!" John yelled taking off with Sara towards the crowd surrounding the burning. "STOP!" Sara yelled. She was grabbing forced to stop from saving her friends and the child's mother. Prudence ran after the two looking at the three imprisoned with fear and panic. Natalia's head fell back when she felt the flames beginning to hit her right hand. "Can I now??" she called out to Zari. Zari looked around not saying anything too busy looking for her amulet. "Zari!!" Natalia growled. "Yes do it now!!" Zari finally yelled.

Red blasted from the center of Natalia's chest. The blast cut the burning in half and sent the people flying back a good 40 feet. The three trapped women fell to the ground, Natalia's head bowed cradling her hand against her chest. The horrible burning feeling crept up her arm creating a sharp sizzling pain.

"Mother!" Prudence yelled running to her unconscious mother kneeling beside her. "Oh deary.. What must we do with this man that tried to kill your mother?" the evil fairy questioned. "Maybe burn him like he had tried with her?" she suggested. Natalia looked back, John was kneeled beside her watching the old woman. "Prudence.." she called out. The child looked back towards the witch tears falling down her cheeks. "They fear what they do not know.. But do not course that fear.. Your mother believes you to be strong, she does not want their blood on your hands." she spoke as softly as she could through her own pain.

"Reign fie my dear!" the fairy yelled. "Oh shut up you old hag!" Sara yelled out. "Fairy godmother.." Prudence whispered. "Yes.. Set the town to ablaze.." the woman began holding her wand up. "I release you.." Prudence whispered. The women's wand disappeared, looking down at the child with confusion and surprise. The legends sighed, Natalia's head falling against John shoulder who sighed quietly rubbing her back.

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"What is your power called?" Prudence questioned while holding her mothers hand. "It can go by many things.. But I think she prefers mother. It can be beautiful, but like most it can dangerous... But I see it as mother." Natalia softly answer. She lifted her uninjured hand red glowing from it a circular form taking part above them a figure of the scarlet witch appearing in a beautiful glow. But soon the beautiful glow turned into a beautiful lili, which she let fall into the child's hands.

"Thank you ma'am.. I will not forget thou.." Prudence whispered. Natalia smiled bowing her head, finally tuning around and walking back towards the clearing a genuine smile crossing her features.

Natalia shifted covering her head with her pillow, John looking up from his book towards the young witches bed. She let out a whine fingers clenched against the pillow body curling in on itself. "N-no.." she whimpered. "L-leave me a-alone.." whimpers continued to escape her.

A black smoke began pouring above her, John dropped his book making his way over to her. "Hey love, come on you gotta wake up." he quickly said. Her body turned away from his voice, leg straighting out only for her one to curl up around the pillow. A tall luminous figure appeared in the body mirror kept beside her bed, the red silk sheets falling from it that kept it covered during the night.

John looked at the figure, his hand curling around her arm. "Come on love.." he whispered. She hummed opening her eyes the figure disappearing. She turned her head in confusion arm reaching trailing her arm over her eyes and face. "John?" she whispered. He moved his hand back sighing quietly watching her sit up rubbing her eyes, and letting out a yawn. "What's wrong? We have another mission?" she questioned tiredly.

"No love.. You where having a bad dream." he softly spoke. "Was I?" she questioned. She tried to remember her dream only for her cheeks to turn bright red head lowering covering it. "It wasn't a bad dream was it?" he mumbled. "No it was not.." she whispered. "Bloody bullocks.." he mumbled looking away once he realized what he woke her up from, the luminous figure still very much in the back of his mind.

"Well I'm awake.. Despite my disappointment." she mumbled standing up and walking out of her bedroom and towards the kitchen of the ship. "Did you also wake up from a dream of sorts?" Zari mumbled. "Sadly was woken up.." Natalia answered sitting down. Sara came walking out ready to ask the same questioned only to be answered by the two females before she could get anything out.

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[cannibalcoyote]

The Elder Maximoff Ch.1: Hail Hydra

Ch.2

Pietro's POV:

I was waiting in the shadows of the cell with Wanda, our sister still hasn't come back from the experimentation lab in HYDRA. It has been nearly four days so I was starting to get worried.

Every time we ask Strucker where she is he never gives a straight answer, just says she is still understanding her abilities. We couldn't do anything though, apparently she was still learning to control her abilities since they were the most complex HYDRA has ever seen.

According to Strucker her powers include umbrakinesis(ability to control shadows), darkness manipulation, telepathy, and mental manipulation.

Apparently there are also a few other powers she has but Strucker refused to tell us. I was still worried though and Wanda hasn't been the same since they took our sister away.

I hope she gets a handle on everything soon, I don't think Wanda or myself can go much longer without her.

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Three Years Later

Corvina's POV:

It has been quite a while since I've seen my brother or sister. Each day I was tortured and injected with some sort of serums. It has happened so many times that I can no longer feel the burning pain that comes.

HYDRA told me that I would receive powers if the treatment went right, but they still seemed to not be finished. I'm not sure how much longer these tests will continue.

I've had my legs and arms broken in these many torture sessions, but as a result from the tests I've gained Osteokinesis, which allows me to make my bones stronger or into weapons, like forming claws out of the bones in my body. It's kind of cool, but really painful.

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Pietro's POV:

Wanda and I were in the back of the control room with Strucker, we haven't seen our sister in a long time, and whenever we look for her we're punished.

Strucker kept telling us that she was fine but I'm well beyond pissed and Wanda was a mixture of anger and concern for what happened to her. After all, usually if the test subjects didn't come back it meant they were dead from the results of the serums.

We are currently inside the control room, which had many soldiers buzzing around, checking the equipment and surveillance comms, when a speaker started saying loudly, 'Avengers are attacking, this is not a drill'.

While Strucker and another man were debating over something I grabbed Wanda and bolted out to the battle ground. All we ever wanted from an early point in our life was to hurt Stark for what he did to our family, and now we had that chance.

It was snowing, Wanda went back slightly to be near the fort so she could mess with the avengers who got past me. As for myself, I first went after the archer since he looked like the kind of guy just to annoy, also he was taking out the turrets.

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This is the first day in a long time that I'm outside of my cell. At first I thought it was for them to torture or inject with more serums, or maybe more training, but they led me into another room that was completely empty apart from a chair.

Before I could even ask why, they shoved me into the room and slammed the door shut. I sat in the chair, and that's when they started a video of some sort.

It was soon after they started it that I realized it was a video my younger brother and sister being tortured. I tried to contain the intense anger I felt, but when I heard them let out a scream; it was too much. I felt my newest power forming, a telekinetic blast as the scientists call it.

I looked down and saw a black mist shadow that curled around my hands. I was now infuriated, and when I heard another scream from the video I yelled out in anger and felt a huge force of power explode through me. I looked around and saw that the room had burst into rubble.

A black cloud surrounded the room, my umbra-kinetic power asserting itself as it did whenever I felt threatened or angered. It allowed me to blend in with the shadows.

Soon after, the room exploded, soldiers filing in, guns pointed at the dark shadow mist surrounding them. They could not see me so I decided to shroud them in more darkness, quickly slipping out of the room.

I was rushing down the hallways looking for my siblings when an alarm sounded saying that the avengers were here. I was searching frantically now for a way outside, knowing that my siblings heard the alarm and would want to kill the avengers, and as their eldest sibling I have to protect them.

I turned and saw the exit, as I ran outside I saw a frozen lake, with fresh powdery snow surrounding it.

When I neared the ice lake, it reflected like a mirror so I looked down to see my reflection since I haven't seen one in I believe two or three years. I looked down and was slightly surprised at what looked back. In my reflection I saw that I was skinny but muscular, with black strands of hair that was short and wavy, instead of my before experimentation dark brown hair.

I also noticed that my outfit that I was wearing before my powers came changed. Instead of a black shirt and leggings I wore at the base, they morphed into metal armor that was rugged looking and made me look more intimidating than normal.

It fit tightly and was like a crop top with long sleeves, with black ripped tight jeans, I was also wearing black steel toe boots that looked formidable, but were meant for the outside.

I turned around and was about to continue when I saw the figure of my sister walking towards the base.

"Well you look much more different than I remember." I voiced, my accent quite prominent against the relative silence. She turned and saw me, her eyes widened slightly as she ran over and embraced me. I returned the embrace and after a couple of seconds stood back. She looked into my eyes, tears gathering as her breathing hitched.

"Corvina? We searched and searched, but we couldn't find you...." Her voice trembled, her accent slurring some of her words.

"Shhhhh... It's okay Wanda, I'm here now and I'm not leaving." She nodded, releasing her from the embrace just as the scared voice of Strucker emanated from inside the base.

I looked at Wanda, and then motioned for her to grab my arm. She was confused but did. I looked in my mind to one of the halls nearest to where Strucker was that I remembered.

I looked around and saw the shadow black mist surrounding us. Wand was slightly scared since she tightened her grip around my arm, but in a moment the shadow withdrew and we were outside the room.

Ch.2

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[bethsvrse]

when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour

#bethsvrse #STOP TAGGING YOUR X OC FICS AS X READER #ITS EVEN WORSE WHEN YOU ISE SECOND PERSON AS WELL #LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? #THAT WOMEN IS NOT ME #PLEASE STOP #I CANT ANYMORE #I DONT CARE IF YOU ADD X READER AT YHE END TO GET MORE READS BUT DONT ADD IT AS THE FIRST TAG???? LIKE WHAT #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #neville longbottom x reader #peter quill x reader #peter parker x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #robin buckley x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #isaac lahey x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #sam winchester x reader #pedro pascal x reader #han solo x reader #luke skywalker x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #sarah cameron x reader #x reader

[sebsbarnes]

hole in the wall || pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x f!reader

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

word count: 5k+

warnings: fighting, none rlly??

a/n: the russian is translated so i apologize if the translation is wrong. i wrote for pietro years ago but this is my first time in awhile :P reader is subjected to the same torture as bucky bc the character is kinda him, inaccuracies in the mcu but nothing crazy

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pietro often wondered about the girl who was held next door. he'd hear the screeching metal against the floor followed by a slight commotion and then a thud on the floor. small shuffling could be heard and then it was silence. no movement, no talking, no heavy breathing or cries, silence until the next time the metal door unleashed its harrowing song, and large boots could be heard entering the cell and dragging the girl away.

pietro couldn't tell how long he'd really been here nor how long it had been since the mysterious girl next to him was there but he did know it had been months on end and yet he had never seen a glimpse of the girl that shared the wall with him.

there was a small hole in the cement that allowed him to peer into the girl's cell but each time he looked he was met with the grey wall from beyond. he had heard murmurs that she was young like him and wanda. strong, fearless, one of the doctor's favorites. she was often sent out on missions and came back unscathed. each mission she was sent on was a success as if the concept of failure was unfathomable. she apparently spoke little, only when instructed, never talked back, never laughed, never screamed. almost robotic.

which is why it came to pietro's surprise after hearing the thud of her knees hit the floor and the guards march away he heard a soft sniffle. and then slightly louder ones followed by rapid and heavy breathing. pietro scuffled over to the hole in the wall and peered through. he could see her sitting against the far wall with her legs tucked closely to her, her forehead resting on her knees. he could only see half her body from where she was sitting but he could see her shoulder shaking.

"you... you need to breathe in and out. you are going to make yourself pass out," pietro was unsure, his voice quiet but loud enough for her to hear. her head shot up and looked directly at the hole. her hair was sticking to her face, her mouth was slightly parted, and eyes wide and red.

"it's okay. my name is pietro. you don't need to talk but i... i wanted to see if you are okay. you've never even made a noise before now," he felt funny slightly confessing the fact he's been taking note of your actions.

he watched as you wiped the tears off your cheek and raked the hair off your face.

"i don't know how i am," your voice sounded like you hadn't spoken in days.

"it's okay to not know."

from where you sat you could only see the boy's eye. it was a striking blue, "like the sky," you murmured.

"what?" you heard the voice call back.

you slowly stood up dragging your chained feet over to the wall. you held the wall, steadying yourself before sitting with a huff, "your eyes remind me of the sky."

pietro wasn't sure what to say back. he went months not hearing your voice or seeing you, only knowing the tales that the guards spoke of yet here you were inches from him, broken down and giving a compliment. a much different reality to the one he thought he knew before.

pietro didn't hear another word from you, he assumed you fell asleep against the wall. he tried looking through the hole at any angle he could to see you, but all he noticed was a piece of metal gleaming from the dull light in your cell.

a few days had passed since the interaction and pietro had little time to dwell on it. his testing was getting more intense, he was constantly being injected with needles he knew nothing about, there were many monitors reading whatever vitals they needed to document, and his training was becoming more rigorous. he was exhausted, he hadn't been in his cell in two days, and although the cell offered no comfort he much rather be locked behind the bars than strapped to a table.

the guards pushed him down the hallway, taunting him. each time he stood up they would push him back down. the shackles on his wrists rubbed his skin raw and those around his ankles prevented him from running. the guard gripped his shoulder tightly walking past wanda's cell as she called out to her brother.

"wanda!" he screamed out as he watched the other guard reach through the bars and grip at her neck. the guard holding onto him roughly pushed him into the cell causing him to stumble and land on his shoulder, his face grazed the cement floor.

you had heard the commotion from your cell, you stood at the door looking over at the guards who simply laughed at the twins who were now in pain. all you could do was grimace. you hated this, you hated this place, each day you yearned to leave this hell hole you've called home. you heard pietro scream in frustration and then heard his rapid movements as he ran around his cell, thrashing against the walls.

you had seen pietro from a distance a few times. you were never allowed to be near the enhanced people and only managed glimpses of them. you had seen his super speed and the way the scientists trained him. it was brutal and he endured a lot just from the few moments you had witnessed. you started to notice that after particularly rough days he would do this, run back and forth for what seemed like hours on end. slamming into the cement walls that would somehow rattle from the force. he would yell in anger, cursing the guards and scientists for what they were doing.

the noise settled and you hesitantly sat in front of the small hole. you could see his large frame hunched over catching his breath. he ran a hand through his messy silver hair, his white tank top was dirty and slightly damp from his running. you peered behind your shoulder at the hallway making sure it was empty. you swallowed thickly with nerves in fear of getting caught before forcing three fingers into the hole and ripping the cement block from the wall. you could now fit your head through the hole comfortably if you wanted to.

"pietro," you said placing the block beside you. he faltered and gestured with an open hand in confusion at the now gaping hole in the wall. you couldn't help but pull your lips into a tight light suppressing the laugh you wanted to let out at the look on his face. using his speed he rushed to face you, eyes wide examining the open edges of the cement.

"you-"

"are strong," you cut him off jokingly.

the two of you sat staring at each other. it was weird to be face to face after countless months of unknowing the other despite being separated by only a wall. you took in his appearance. he was handsome. up close you could now see the slight curls to his hair and the short facial hair. his shoulders broad and built. under his sky-blue eyes were dark circles from the lack of sleep but it suited him. he was stunning and pietro was thinking the same about you. your hair fell haphazardly across your forehead. your eyes were kind and gentle, much different than the stone-cold eyes he had imagined in his head. your lips were pulled to one side in the tiniest of smiles as you took in his appearance. pietro found it hard to believe the stories he has heard about your reputation as he stared at you. expression soft, eyes and smile kind, you looked battered and worn down but still so youthful as if you didn't fit in with the surrounding grey walls.

"are you okay?" you finally asked.

pietro's nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut, "i don't know."

you hesitated a moment before repeating his words from a few days prior, "it's okay to not know."

if you weren't staring intently at the man before you you would've missed the smile that flashed across his face at your remark. it was soon washed away when you both heard loud footsteps from down the hall. you both quickly turned towards the noise that was approaching pietro's cell, he gulped harshly as a guard came into view. he looked back at the wall expecting to still see your face but instead, he saw a metal hand escaping through the hole as if the cement was never removed.

metal...?

it must have been late in the night. the guards had already dropped off the atrocious meal they call dinner and returned to pick the trays up. they rarely patrolled the hallways at night, opting to smoke outside. it was eerie each night. the sound of dripping water from pipes echoed, the occasional gunfire could be heard from the woods outside, slight whispers could be heard from the twins once in a blue moon but it was rare. in a place like this, they didn't let you be a person so it was hard to act like one.

pietro was lying on the bed facing the ceiling making a laughable attempt at trying to get some sort of sleep. he was imagining his life before this when his family was all together, when times were happy, when he was just a little kid and not a young adult performing for crazed scientists. his eyes scanned the room at the sound of bricks moving before seeing your head pop into vision from the hole. pietro let out a small laugh through his nose seeing your sheepish smile.

you sat facing the other not saying anything at first. it was oddly comfortable being face-to-face with the one they call quicksilver. you couldn't put your finger on why though. you've spoken so few words to him but then again it was the first time you let yourself speak to someone in this building that wasn't a doctor or a guard. maybe it was you being naive but it felt okay and safe.

"what made you cry the other day?" he finally spoke his question causing you to blink a few times.

"i think... i think they do something to my head. i mean, i know they do," you thought bringing your fingers to your temple as if the gesture helped you remember, "but i think i'm starting to notice when i'm on missions. it's hard to really know though it's all a blur."

pietro nodded softly taking in what you had to say, "like... brainwashing?"

"it has to be. they recite something each time and then it's like i'm not me," you confessed, "but these past few missions i'll overhear things from strangers passing by or i'll see something and i can feel myself start to wake from the trance. i'm starting to remember life before here and i'm becoming aware of what they have me doing."

"whatever it is they have you doing just know you are still a good person," pietro spoke quietly.

"i kill people," you said bluntly looking him straight in the eyes. he averted his gaze slightly, his hand coming to caress his jaw.

"the person they turn you into out there isn't you. the real you is sitting in front of me now."

"how can you be so sure, you don't even know me," you questioned.

"i don't think an out right evil person would check to see if a stranger is okay... or compliment them the first time they see them," pietro joked slightly. you hung your head as your lips pulled back into a smile. pietro couldn't help the way his body leaned closer to the hole with a big smile on his face observing the way you became shy.

"no one in this building is perfect. we've all done things that are considered evil but if we manage to hold on to some sort of sense of ourselves i think we will be okay. i hope wanda and i get out of here soon. it was a mistake yanno, being volunteers, i regret it. it makes me feel worse knowing you had no say in the matter. you're here every day as a puppet against your will and yet i walked through these doors. every day i'm in pain and every day i regret it," pietro's accent got thicker as he got emotional.

you frowned at the silver-haired man, "life in here is already hard enough, there is no point in being hard on yourself."

his eyes were glossed over, internally fighting himself for the choices he had made in the past. you reached your hand into the hole searching for his. this was out of character for you but it some selfish way you wanted the warmth of his hand to comfort you as well. it was peaceful sitting in silence holding each other's hand. the only form of physical touch the two of you ever received was in the form of torture. gruff hands slapping, punching, shoving, and poking you seemed like a far and distant sensation compared to the safety you felt as pietro's thumb traced the back of your hand.

"you should rest," pietro finally broke what felt like an hour's long silence, "they usually take you first."

you sighed deeply but you knew he was right. god knows what hour it was and you needed to try and get some sleep. pietro gently let go of your hand and allowed you to snake it back through the hole.

"thank you pietro. i hope we can talk more soon," you told him earnestly.

"i hope so too," he gave you a lopsided grin before you grabbed the brick.

it was mere days later when you two found yourself in the same position. the guards were out, pietro had finished his talks with wanda, the disgusting dinners were consumed and taken away, and here you were staring into the sky amongst grey walls. pietro noticed your face had small cuts scattered on it from a mission you were sent on a day prior but you had made no mention of it thus far. you were currently enthralled by pietro telling a story from his younger days. pietro was funny and he didn't even need to try, it had been years since you felt the burning sensation in your sides from laughing too much but he made it easy. and pietro loved the sound of your laugh, it was beautiful, irresistible almost. the two of you went back and forth sharing any memories you could remember from life before these walls and it was effortless but you knew just like the other nights it was soon time to hide the hole.

"you're really pretty," you confessed.

pietro's mouth formed an 'o' shape before turning into a giddy smile, "you are beautiful, dragă"

this time it was pietro plugging the brick back into the wall just as he was about to finish a loud booming voice came from your side of the wall. his hands shook slightly at the volume of the guard yelling 'soldier' in russian to you. pietro could no longer see what was happening but he heard you stand up and reply back and leave the cell.

although you and the guard walked in silence you knew he saw you talking to pietro. you continued to clench and unclench your fists trying to calm yourself for what was to come.

"Тебе нравится мальчик?" (do you like the boy?) the guard asked placing a firm grip on your shoulder, pushing you towards the all too familiar room. you stayed quiet and you heard the man snicker to himself, satisfied with your silence.

in the room, several other guards were standing in position, many holding guns. you saw the needles and wires spread across the small rolling table with a doctor in a white coat hunched over it. the monitors sitting idly waiting to read your vitals. the guard that escorted you pushed you into the contraption that stood before you forcing your body flush against the back. immediately automatic shackles secured your arms to the chair and the whirling sound of small electric plates situated themselves against the sides of your head.

"смешно... ты, кажется, молчишь только рядом с нами," (funny... you only seem to be quiet around us.) the doctor smirked, admitting they all were aware of you and pietro speaking. the doctor sucked his teeth as you glared at him, unwilling to confess to anything.

he picked up the mouth guard from the table wiggling it in front of your mouth waiting for you to open. you bit down in anger, all the muscles in your face twitching, your eyelids blinking rapidly pushing back any emotion daring to creep up at what you knew was about to happen. it wasn't often they wiped your memory, only when they deemed your actions defied them, like not getting enough information on missions which was rare. it had been months since the last time they did this. you screamed in agony as the electric volts zapped against your head. sweat started to bead across your thrashing body. it was indescribable and it wasn't a short process but once the currents stopped your world was black and each time you'd wake up in your cell with no recollection.

it was a week later you found yourself in the training room after being isolated since the memory wipe. your shoulders were hunched forward, chest facing the ground, your arms swayed ever so slightly by your side, your breathing was ragged after being beaten in the form of "training" for the last two hours. the doctors insisted it would be over soon, one final test for the day before you could go to your cell. the door creaked open and the familiar sound of boots entered, you didn't even bother looking up.

"солдат!" (soldier!) a guard yelled causing you to slowly pick your head up. at the door was a young man you'd never seen before, he wore tattered pants and a tank top, his hair was silver, and his blue eyes were opened wide in what you could only assume was shock. and though you didn't recognize him, pietro recognized you.

up until now, he had never seen your full figure before, only parts of your body that were visible through the hole. despite you clearly being injured and tired you stood tall and pietro could tell you were strong. the most alarming part about you was your arm... your metal arm. pietro's eyebrows scrunched together, head slightly cocked to the side examining the way the metal met your skin, some scar tissue bright red while others were faded.

before pietro could mutter any words aloud a doctor appeared from a side door and sauntered towards you holding a notebook.

"работа...установить..." (work...establish...) the doctor read.

"please, no," you whispered, your neck screwing to the side as if it will block the doctor's voice.

"станция..." (station...)

pietro watched as your chest heaved air in and out as the doctor continued reciting from the book, circling your body like a predator ready to attack. he watched as your teeth chatter together and your metal hand flexed. the doctor stopped behind your right shoulder leaning down slightly so his mouth was level with your ear. pietro couldn't hear the whispers but he felt nervous at the doctor's intense eye contact and the loud clap of the notebook being shut. the doctor lazily dragged his hand off your shoulder whispering one final command before exiting the way he came.

pietro jumped at the sound of the door behind him slamming shut as the guards snuck out, leaving only the two of you in the room.

"wha- WOAH!" pietro shrieked as you came barreling towards him at full speed, your metal arm raised high in the air to come down on his body.

"please i don't want to hurt you," but his pleas were left unheard as you socked him in the jaw, tossing him to the ground and repeatedly punching his stomach. although being fast, pietro found himself trapped beneath you and it took moments before he was able to get out and start running in different directions. slowly, you walked towards a vacant chair in the corner, eyes trained on the blue light racing around the room. you gripped the chair waiting for the right moment before launching it across the room and nailing pietro square in the back. you stalked towards his groaning figure grasping his shoulder and flipping him onto his back where you straddled him and punched at his face.

to pietro's relief, the doctor came back into the room beckoning an order to you. pietro watched from underneath your frame as your pupils twitched at him and your head robotically moved to face the doctor. you refrained from punching pietro anymore and stood up and walked to the doctor and the two guards who waited behind. one of the guards stabbed a needle into your neck and once more the world was black.

you couldn't even begin to guess what time or day it was when you finally woke up on the floor of your cell. your body was violently shaking from the cold and you started to panic. as much as you tried to think of any memories you couldn't, it was like your mind was a blank slate and it was causing you to panic even more which then turned into anger. you grabbed the small bed and threw it at the wall and screamed loudly. you repeatedly slammed your metal first into the wall causing dust to liter the air. guards walked past your cell but simply laughed and continued to make their way down the hall and off into the outside world.

"hey," a voice spoke unsteadily. you whipped your head around to the other wall and saw a face peeking through.

"it's okay," the man tried to ease seeing your angered state approaching him. you kneeled in front of the hole looking intensely at his face.

"who are you?"

this question confirmed pietro's fear that they wiped your memory. he had foolishly hoped that in the training room you were just too worn down to recognize him when he walked through the door before they sent you into your trance.

"my name is pietro. you may not remember but i am a friend," he spoke hoping to see any form of recollection cross your face. instead you examined him quietly before turning your head and examining the room. it was lit dully, your bed now turned on its side, and there was a tray of food sitting near the cell door that looked to be days old.

"this is a hydra base," pietro continued without you having to ask, "the people here are not good. they hurt us, they experiment on us, many people have died here. i have a sister here, a twin," he said pointing a finger behind him, "her name is wanda. they call us the enhanced. we both possess abilities no normal human would have due to their experimentations. we came as volunteers and i regret it."

"am i a volunteer?" you questioned.

"no, dragă. a few weeks ago you told me they found you during the winter, alone. you had been lost in the forest and they made promises to help you find home but you never returned. you said you aren't sure but you think it's been ten years since," pietro confessed, his accent thick with sorrow.

you hummed, unsure of what to say. you remembered none of this so what could you really say back? was pietro even telling the truth? how could you decipher fact from fiction in a state like this? despite the confusion and the absence of memory, something deep within you said it was all true, everything he was saying was right.

"why is my arm gone?" you whispered, slightly touching the contorting metal panels near the elbow.

pietro couldn't help but feel a pain in his chest as he observed you try and remember any semblance of yourself, "i- i don't know. what i do know is the doctors, they like you. you are very important to them and they make you do dirty work. the reason you can't remember anything is because they wipe your memory."

"i suppose that makes sense," you nodded slightly giving pietro a bitter smile.

"i am sorry for what they do to you," pietro stated earnestly. if he could help you in any way he would, over and over again, he would.

you paused, taking in pietro's face which held some serious injuries. the skin on his brow bone was split, his eye was bright red with blood and a nasty purple-green bruise on his jaw.

"did i do this to you?" you asked, slowly reaching your hand through to gently touch his jaw.

"of course you didn't my love," he murmured, tenderly grabbing your wrist and threading his fingers with yours.

"if there comes a time when i hurt you, please don't go easy on me," you pleaded.

"i cannot promise you that," he smiled at you softly, bringing his other hand to enclose your freezing one.

and pietro was being truthful. he couldn't nor he wouldn't harm you in the event the doctors forced you to fight. he would run and dodge the punches, and the chairs being thrown at him, but he couldn't fight you, he just couldn't. it pained him to see the different version of yourself, the real you locked inside begging to come out of the brainwashing.

pietro didn't think it would be so soon when he would be in the same position as before, standing across from you in the training room as the same doctor circled your body, reciting words in russian that would transform you into their super soldier. it was only hours after the two of you decided to sleep that pietro was ripped from his bed and dragged into the training room.

the doctor once again closed the notebook but before leaving he looked over at pietro, "it is a shame," he started with a thick russian accent, "her memory wiped twice in a week. i thought maybe you two would work well as a team. we could start sending you out on missions with her. but it seems she has developed a hm. what do you call it?" he fake pondered, "ah! a crush! and that is not something we take kindly here. she provides more to us here than you do so..." with that the doctor whispered one final thing in your ear before leaving.

pietro watched carefully as you headed towards him and at the last moment he sprinted away causing you to concave the metal door. you whipped your head around, eyes wide in anger, tracking the movements of the man. he was fast and this irritated you. sticking your leg out you managed to trip him at the last moment and his large frame hurled to the floor. you gripped his shirt in one hand and used your metal hand to punch him in the side of the face.

"it's me!" the man below you yelled. this had no effect on you and you raised your hand to hit him again but he grabbed your fist. the two of you violently struggled against each other before you used your hand clutched to his shirt to slide him away with great force.

"please i said i would never hurt you. it's me, pietro!" the man pleaded getting up to run past your approaching figure. for some reason hearing the name pietro caused a loud screeching pain in your head.

"what are you doing to my head?" you screamed, clutching your head in your hands, eyes screwed shut.

pietro stopped running and looked at your trembling figure, "i'm- i'm not doing anything."

you tried ignoring the high-pitched shrilling noise and stumbled to pietro. you grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed him backward against the wall. although you moved him with force pietro could feel the weakness in your grip this time. he stayed silent looking into your eyes that were frantically examining him.

"the noise..." you muttered bringing your metal hand to hold your head.

"there... there is no noise," pietro spoke confused. there was no noise in the room besides heavy breathing.

"who are you?" you probed shoving him roughly against the wall.

"it's me. pietro. i live next to you in the cell. i came here as a volunteer with my twin sister wanda. you are here against your will. they found you when you were little and never let you leave. they hurt you every day, they aren't good people. trust me, please. it's me your friend," pietro rushed hoping to break through to you.

he felt your grip slightly falter as you looked him up and down. he couldn't make out the emotion in your face as you screwed and unscrewed your features together, internally fighting yourself. he wasn't scared, but nervous rather for your next move or action.

as pietro spoke the high-pitched noise continued to grow louder causing severe pain in your head. it made you nauseous and your vision would cloud with blinding bright light. you hung your head gasping for air as a vague image of a cell came to memory. you tried blinking it away but it would reappear, this time you'd see a man. the man you were pushing against the wall. his head was peeking through the cell wall. instinctually you pressed him further into the wall, pietro's shoulder blades started to ache. a new memory came and it was pietro holding your hand, his thumb caressing yours.

you shot your head up looking at the man. your eyes were glossy with tears from the pain you were experiencing. not just the physical pain of the intense noise but the mental pain as you tried to piece together who he was. his appearance was becoming familiar. his clothes, his broad shoulders, the facial hair on his jaw and upper lip, the cut on his eyebrow, the dark roots of his hair and the silver ends, and his eyes.

you dropped your grip and pietro's eyes contorted in confusion.

"like the sky..." you murmured.

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[abbyromanoff]

Can I request g!p Wanda just wanting y/n to give her head everywhere and just if u could make it detailed and liek super smutty cuz I’m a WHORE for Wanda tysm and I think ur writing is chefs kiss perfection 🤌❤️

Anywhere, Anytime

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1280

Warnings: Smut, sex in a church, Wanda has a dick, facials, blowjobs, praising, degrading, almost being caught

“C’mon, baby, please! It’s not my fault you make me this hard.” Wanda had whisper-yelled in your ear. You were both sat next to her parents and your own. You were wearing a short, white dress, Wanda adored how it fit your body perfectly. She wore a pair of black slacks and a white blouse that she stole from her mother. It was Sunday, which only meant one thing, the day your family would meet up with hers and join them in Church. It had been a tradition since you both were little, so it only made sense that they were beyond ecstatic when hearing the rumors around town about you both dating that soon became a reality.

“Wanda, we are in the middle of Church! Grab your book and shut it.” She rolled her eyes with a huff, soon being shushed by her mother next to her that seemed to have no clue as to what words were being shared between you two. Wanda tried her best to hide her hard-on straining against her pants but it was next to impossible. She had never wanted you so badly. But, after all, she had thought that same thing every single time you guys had sex.

The moment people started leaving, Wanda dragged you into the bathroom of the church, forcing you down on your knees as you complied without a single word leaving your mouth. She quickly undid the belt to her pants and rid herself of them, her boxers joining soon after. Her cock was dripping with pre-cum as your hand finally wrapped around it, creating a slow motion of moving up and down. Her eyes fluttered shut as your lips pressed gently against her tip, a small kiss being left behind. You could taste her on your tongue, quickly becoming addicted and desperate for more. You wrapped your lips around the head of her cock, using your tongue as you sucked her with a gentle force. You welcomed her with the sweet warmth your mouth radiated. Every moan that escaped your body was felt by her, and it felt like heaven.

Her hands rested on your head, grasping your locks and pulling you down further. You gagged slightly as her length reached the back of your mouth, your hand moving to her balls as your fingertips grazed over them. She shuttered with delight, a small grin finding its way to her face while you focused your attention on her pleasure.

“I know it hurts, my love, I know. But, you’re doing so good for me, such a good fucking girl you are.” You could feel yourself growing wetter as her quiet moans and whimpers bounced against the walls. You bobbed your head up and down with the help of her hands guiding you, your tongue tracing the veins adorning her cock.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby.” She mumbled, throwing her head back against the stall door. Tears pooled in your eyes as she forced you down further, your eyeliner starting to smudge and your throat becoming sore with how little breath you got. She looked down at you, wiping the tears on your cheeks and smiling at your beauty. She was so lucky, the most beautiful girl she had ever met was on their knees for her. You had never been one to deny her, caving in and giving her what she wanted anytime she asked. All she had to say was please and you were removing her pants and dropping to your knees.

“So beautiful you are. I’m so fucking lucky to have you, Y/N.” She let out a whimper near the end of her sentence, her words being cut off by her sharp breath. She could already feel the coil in her stomach building up and nearing her edge.

“Oh, God! I- shit! Such a perfect little whore you are for me, aren’t you?” She watched as you clenched your thighs from the nickname. “Yeah? You like being my whore? Of course, you do, you’re just a useless slut for me, baby.” You nodded with her still inside your mouth, her large size causing your cheeks to poke out. The warmth of your mouth had her going crazy, nothing could ever compare.

“Fuck, baby, gonna cum all over your pretty little face!” She suddenly pulled out of your mouth without warning, going to use her hand to stroke herself to release until you stopped her, grasping her length and forcing her to stand back as you did the work. She didn’t complain, only smiled at your caring nature to always please her. She bit her lip ‘till blood arose the surface, the tangy taste making her scrunch her nose in delight and disgust. Your hand started slow motions before speeding up when seeing how she thrusted into your hand. You were tempted to stop right before she would cum, but you were not in the mood to get punished today. Your tongue made its place on her tip, swirling small circles and occasionally sucking on the head.

There was suddenly a knock on the door followed by a voice that you could only recognize as your mother’s asking if you were almost done. You hadn’t even realized the two of you had been in here for nearly six minutes, you had forgotten that you were in Church in the first place.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay in there?” Wanda nodded before remembering she couldn’t see her, opening her mouth to give a response but being cut off by a moan.

“Uh- yeah! We’re almost done!” You could sense the confusion on your mother's face without even seeing her.

“Wanda? Oh, I’m sorry, I thought Y/N was in here. My apologies!” Luckily, she walked away without another question, leaving the two of you to finish as quickly as possible. You whimpered around her cock, the vibrations sending chills up Wanda’s body. Her legs shook as the coil in her stomach snapped completely, finally getting the release she had been craving all morning.

She pulled your face back, not giving you a warning before ropes of cum shot to your face, painting your skin as she watched with hunger. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth, feeling drops of her juices hit your chin and slowly travel down to your dress, you could only hope no one would notice. She could practically see stars with how well you were taking her, not letting a single drop go to waste.

“Mm, you taste so good, Wanda.” She could feel her breathing return to a normal, your face still covered in her cum as you smiled at her seductively. She smiled back, leaning in for a kiss and tasting herself on your lips. She took her thumb to your cheek, wiping the essence off and sticking it in your mouth, having you suck on her digit before moving forward to kiss you more passionately this time.

“You look so beautiful like this.” She breathlessly remarked, admiring the view she had before you’d need to return.

“What, so I don’t always look beautiful?” You joked, earning a small chuckle from the woman towering over you.

“You always look beautiful, baby, but you look even more beautiful right now. C’mon, let’s clean you up before anyone notices we were gone.” That plan was already down the drain, everyone had been wondering where you two were, and when you finally arose from the bathroom, your families gave you both a grimace in disgust. They could tell what you both were doing, even when you hadn’t said a word about it. As they said, they were once college kids too.

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[zyalahmiscfandom]

“Oh don’t stop reading on my behalf.”

River and Pietro? Oh yes…But what about Kurt? Have you ever read the X-Men, their relationship chart is a freaking circle.

Another Wolverine and the X-Men screenshot redraw.

#x men #x men oc #pietro maximoff #quicksilver #xmen oc #xmen #wolverine and the x men #watxm #canon x oc #marvel oc #marvel #screenshot redraw #oc #original character #my art #screencap redraw

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

holhol reference (for MojaveHokage, and just a few others)

#Other Folk's Characters #Sonic OC #sth #anthro #furry #kemono #slugcat #Demitri Maximoff #Commissions

[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Under the Table

The Tower - Under the Table

Series Masterlist

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4585

Warnings:  smut (ten personal bixexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal fingering, anal sex, some use of powers, blindfolds)

Synopsis:  It’s Elly’s birthday, and after dinner the group have their own special kind of party game, one where they find out how well they know each other, and who can keep a good poker face.

Author’s Note:  Long time no update! I’ve been writing really slow at the moment.  But I am still doing these if you have requests.  This one was Requested by bubsanddoll21 on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place between The Tower and The Holiday Special

Under the Table

In the early days of my relationship with the Avengers, it was a rare event that all of us had a meal together at a table.  Ten people at a table felt more like a dinner party than a date.  Sitting around on the couches just felt more familiar and comfortable. So when we did sit down to eat, it was a special occasion.

This one was my birthday.

The others had wanted to do something special, so they decorated the conference room and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda had cooked a large meal.  It was nice and at the point where most of us had finished eating, Tony leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.  “We should have brought some games up with us,” he said.  “I could go a few rounds of Cards Against Humanity right now.”

“I could go down and get something,” Steve offered.

“You’re still eating, Steve,” Wanda said.  “Someone else can go.”

“Or!” Clint said, waggling his eyebrows.  “Or… we could play a different kind of game.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re not talking about charades?” Sam asked.

“Because you know me too well, Sammy,” Clint said.  “I saw this thing…”

“What have I told you about watching that stuff on the company wifi?” Tony scolded.

Clint smirked at him.  “To invite you along when I do,” he teased and stuck his tongue out at Tony.  “Anyway, as I was saying; I saw this thing.  Someone gets under the table and starts going down on someone.  And if the person getting blown or eating out gives it away that it’s happening to them, they have to go under the table.  And if someone guesses the wrong person, it’s them.  Like a Blow Job Roulette.”

“Okay, that sounds fun,” I said.  “Can we?” 

There was a murmur around the table, and one by one everyone agreed it sounded like it could be fun.

“Birthday girl goes first,” Sam said.

“Shouldn’t I be the one that gets eaten out first?” I countered. 

“But then we’d all know it was you, and you’d just end up under the table,” Sam argued.  “You might as well start down there.”

I laughed.  The logic was flawed, but I figured it was as good a place as any.  “Alright, pants off everyone,” I said, slipping off my chair onto my knees under the table.  Everyone shuffled around, some of them just opening their pants and pulling their cocks out, while others stood and pushed their pants all the way down.  Wanda and Natasha were both wearing skirts, so they just took off their panties and hoisted up their skirts.  It was quite a sight under the table.  Nine people all around me, pants down, and legs spread.  Some of the men were already half-hard.  I looked around, picking my target.

Of all the members of the group, Wanda was calling to me the most.  She was wearing thigh-high black socks, heeled boots, and a black skirt that was bunched up.  Her legs were spread and the little thatch of pubic hair glistened invitingly.

I crawled over to her, putting my hands on her thighs.  She tensed and I ducked my head forward, licking up her slit.  I wondered what she looked like right now.  How she was hiding what was happening.  If she was hiding it.  From where I was, it seemed so obvious.  Her muscles had clenched and she’d tilted her hips forward.  I could even feel a slight shake in her thighs.  I couldn’t imagine it not being totally obvious from above the table, but if she was, no one had said anything yet.

I pushed my tongue inside her and flicked it up over her clit, painting little shapes over it.  She squirmed and her cunt flooded, and as the tart, musky flavor of her slick filled my mouth, Bucky, Tony, and Clint all called out at once. “Wanda!”

“No fair!” Wanda whined as I pulled away.

“That’s the game, Wanda,” Sam said.  “Now under the table.”

I crawled out and wriggled out of my pants as Wanda climbed in under the table.  I sat down and nothing seemed to happen for a while.  I could hear Wanda moving under the table for a moment, and then after that, it was just the sounds of people picking at the last of the food and random conversation in the group.

All of a sudden Clint yelped and practically rocketed up off his chair. “Wanda!” he scolded.  “No powers!”

She got up giggling as everyone burst out laughing.  “Did someone get invaded by some pink light?” Tony teased.

“That’s one way to put it,” Clint said as he climbed under the table.

It took a really long time before the next person became clear.  I was studying everyone very closely, and the only thing that had me wondering was the slightly bored looks in the eyes of Natasha and Tony.  Which made me think it was more likely Tony as he usually dominated the conversation.  It wasn’t until his brow furrowed and he moved his hand under the table that I knew for sure it was him.

“Tony!” I yelled, pointing at him.  “It’s you!”

“Ah, shit,” Tony said, reaching under the table with both hands and began to rut his hips.  “Wait, Clint, I’m nearly done.”

“Hey now,” Steve said.  “You can wait like the rest of us.”

Clint made a choked sound and stumbled out from under the table, his eyes watering, and he wiped his mouth.  “Jesus,” he cursed.  “Tony was a terrible choice.”

“Oh, baby,” Tony said, as he smoothed down his shirt.  “The amount of calls I’ve taken while I’ve been balls deep in someone.”

“Alright, alright, get under the table smart ass,” Steve said.

Tony laughed as he climbed under, and I decided on a completely different strategy.  I glanced around the table, trying to see if anyone had given it away, but at the same time, I tensed my hands and took in a shaky breath.

“Elly!” Clint, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all said at once.

“No!” I shouted and Bruce groaned. “It’s Bruce!”

“You little…!” Natasha scolded.  “That was evil!”

Tony had broken down into laughter under the table and he crawled his way out.  “That was awesome,” he said.  “Now what?  Do all of you have to get under the table?”

“Might I suggest that we alter the game?” Thor asked.  “Perhaps, rather than all of us trying to work out who is being pleasured, Lady Elise should be blindfolded and have to work out which of her lovers is pleasuring her.”

“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea,” Natasha said.  “If she can guess, then they can make her come.  If not, she just gets edged.”

“What do you think of that, Elise?” Steve asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.  “Yes, please. It is my birthday after all.”

“We might need lube and something to blindfold El with,” Sam said.  “I mean - if we’re going to have real fun that is.”

Wanda lifted her loop scarf off over her head, and Tony, Clint, Natasha, and Thor all fished in their pockets and pulled out lube.  What was funny was none of them had the same kind of lube.  Tony had the warming gel kind, Clint’s was espresso flavored, Natasha’s doubled as a massage gel, and Thor’s was an oil he’d brought from Asgard and came in a delicate-looking, hand-blown glass bottle.

Steve and Wanda approached me as the others started clearing the table.  “Let’s get you ready, Elise,” Steve said.

Steve lifted my shirt off over my head and Wanda unfastened my bra.  I let the fabric slip down my arms and Steve tossed both it and my bra aside.  Wanda kissed me softly and then wrapped the scarf around the top of my head, obscuring my vision.  When it was in place properly, and I had assured them I couldn’t see anything, Steve lifted me and put me on the table.

I lay back and lifted my legs, spreading them and resting my feet at the edge of the table.  They made me wait a moment, and while I waited, they were clearly not keeping their hands to themselves.  There were moans and the soft wet sounds of kissing around me, which only made that wait worse.

My thighs were trembling by the time someone touched me.  Right away I knew it was one of the guys and not Natasha or Wanda, and given the fact that he touched me with both hands, and they were both flesh, I knew it wasn’t Bucky either.

There was no preamble. Whoever it was just lunged in and began to lap up the length of the slit.  They didn’t even try spreading me with their fingers, rather their tongue pushed between my folds and just got to work.  I could feel the scratch of their beard.  Yet, even without that, they were very skilled with their tongue.  It started wide, sweeping up from my entrance to my clit, and then began to focus on the little but, sending little jolts through me.  I didn’t even need the extra sensation of their long hair tickling the insides of my thighs, I knew it was Thor.  The size of his hands, the beard, and the technique all screamed the god of thunder to me.

“Mmm… Thor,” I moaned, lifting my hips to meet his mouth.

A deep booming chuckle sounded between my legs and Thor sent a jolt of electricity right through my clit making my body jerk up hard.  I nearly came just from that.

“How do you even do that?” Tony laughed. “You are too good at this game.”

“You gotta make me come now,” I said breathlessly, reaching down to tangle my hands into Thor’s hair.

“Don’t worry, lover.  I will,” Thor said.

He was good to his word.  He pulled my clit between his lips and began to flick his tongue over it.  Every now and again, he’d send another spark into it, that made my core muscles clench completely out of my control.  It brought me careening to the edge very quickly and the fourth time he did it, the dam burst and I came, arching up hard off the table as my orgasm crashed through me.

“Fucking hell!” I cried out.

“Damn, Thor,” Sam said.  “That had to be some kind of record.”

“I am a god, Samuel,” Thor bragged.

There was only a short wait for the next person to move up.  It was another one of the men and once again, clearly not Bucky.  This person was much more tentative than Thor, spreading my folds with his fingers, and slowly swirling his tongue over them.   He was tender and methodical, and it sent a warm buzz through me, oozing out like honey on tiles.  There was no beard, and the very faint tickle of the hair on his head on my thighs.

“Bruce,” I moaned, arching my back and lifting one leg so it was draped over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” Tony cursed.  “You’re gonna be having so many orgasms tonight.”

“I know you all too well,” I moaned.  “Gonna have to mess up on purpose so I don’t die.”

“Let’s see how you go,” Bruce said and eased two fingers inside me.

Bruce was slower and more methodical about things than Thor, at least initially.  He pushed his fingers in deep, touching my g-spot and then stroking over it.  As he did, he pulled my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it.  The louder I moaned the rougher he got, so it wasn’t long before he’d gone from careful and slow, to rough and fast.  His fingers hammered into my g-spot, over and over, sending sharp jolts right through me, making it so I couldn’t think straight.  Beside me, someone had started having sex, and from the sounds of it, it’d be a while before Clint was down between my legs.

My orgasm peaked and Bruce pushed his fingers against my g-spot and twisted his wrist, and I came, my back arching off the table as I cried out, shuddering with it.

Bruce hummed and pulled away. “Mmm… I love seeing you come,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss me.

I sucked my slick from his lips and he pulled away, running his hand down my stomach and patting my pussy before pulling away.  I didn’t have to wait very long before the next person to take their place.  Right away I could tell it was one of the women, which narrowed the choice down to two.  I almost wanted to just take a shot in the dark and really freak them out.  I didn’t even need to though, the slow tease of her fingers up my thighs, and the way she ran her nails over my hips as she leaned in, I knew right away it was Natasha.  Not because she always touched me like that, but just that it was uniquely her.

“Natasha!” I said quickly.

She cursed in Russian and Tony burst out laughing, while at least two other people applauded me.  I would have taken a bow if I wasn’t flat on my back.  “That’s my girl,” Natasha praised and got to work.

Her nimble fingers pushed inside me and immediately pushed against my g-spot. I gasped and bucked up hard against her, but she just pushed my hips back down and continued doing it.  She countered the intense pressure of her fingers against that sweet spot inside me with her tongue on my clit.  It was intense.  I couldn’t focus.  Lights popped behind my eyes and each time I tried to say something all that came out was an animalistic cry.

When I came, I gushed, spraying Natasha with my juices as I arched hard on the table.  It was so intense, it knocked every conscious thought out of my head and I just oozed down onto the table, breathing heavily, completely forgetting that there were still six more people to go.

“Well done, Mishka,” Natasha praised.“I hope you have more in you.”

I wasn’t so sure.  In fact, when the next person stepped up, it took me a moment to realize there was even someone there.  Their tongue was lapping up and down my folds before I was truly aware enough to remember I was supposed to be playing a game.

The way they lapped their tongue was almost soothing after the intensity of the last orgasm I had.  There was a scratch of beard on my skin, but my foggy head made it hard to think about which beard it could be.

Finally, it clicked into place.  No metal hand.  That cut out Bucky.  Clint and Steve were both clean-shaven.  Which just left Tony and Sam.  I was sure that Tony would want to torture me after what happened and he wouldn’t be going easy on me at all. “Sam…” I moaned, the sounds completely breathless.

“We should never have doubted you,” Thor said.  “This is truly impressive.”

“Are you sure you’re not peeking?” Clint asked.

“Just know you all,” I argued in that same breathless moan.

Sam pulled back and a moment later there was the press of his cock against my cunt. “Let’s make you come a different way,” Sam said.

He lifted my legs so they were up against his chest and he pushed into me.  As he started to thrust into me, I gripped the edge of the table to hold myself steady. “Oh fuck,” I moaned.  I was so sensitive and overworked, that I knew the next six orgasms would happen really fast.  I was going to be completely over-stimulated by the time we were done.

Sam slid his hands down my thighs and onto my cunt, and he began to rub my clit in tight circles. I mewled, arching my back and clenching tight around his shaft.  “Oh god, Sam.  Please…”  I didn’t even know what I was pleading for.  I just knew I needed something.  More, harder, slow down, be gentle.  Or maybe just to stop.

His thumb kept rubbing in tight circles on my clit and thrusting in fast and deep, and very quickly I was brought spiraling to the edge once more.  He pinched my clit and I went toppling over, crying out and clenching my teeth as all my muscles clenched up at once.

“Good girl,” Sam praised.  “There we go.”

He slipped out of me and I let my legs fall on the table.  “You still okay?” he asked.

I nodded and made an incoherent sound.  He caressed my cheek and ran his thumb over my bottom lips.  “Elise, are you sure?”

I nodded again.  “Yeah.  I can do this.”

He stepped away and the next hand touched me. Just the right hand, and it slid up my legs and when it reached the apex of my thigh, the thumb ran up and down my slit.  Someone might have been just trying to mess with me, but I didn’t think so, and when the person crouched and their long hair teased the inside of my thighs it confirmed it.  “Bucky,” I said.

He laughed. “Damn it.  I was trying not to give it away.”

“That’s what gave it away,” I said.

“Alright, alright, let’s make you come then,” he said, sounding a lot like he was pouting.

He didn’t even bother to try and go down on me.  He just pushed my legs up against my body, lined his cock up to my cunt, and shoved in deep.  I gasped as he bottomed out and I felt the sharp sting of the head of his cock hitting my cervix.  “Bucky,” I whined.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, backing off a bit.  He smoothed his hands down my thighs and began to thrust.

I reached up, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in as tightly as I could.  “Bucky,” I moaned.  “Kiss me.”

He wrapped his right arm around my waist and lifted me, so I was sitting on the edge of the table and the cool metal of his thumb brushed over my lips.  I parted them, leaning forward as I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my hands into his hair.

He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.  I flicked my tongue forward to meet his and they danced together.  Bucky kept thrusting into me and I rolled my hips to meet him.  As worked up as I was, I knew I wouldn’t last, but the way this orgasm built felt so different from the past four.  It wound around me like a warm blanket.  I was engulfed by it, cocooned completely.  It heated me from the inside and yet I trembled in Bucky’s arms.  He held me close, thrusting in deep and kissing me with a passionate intensity that took my breath away.

When my orgasm washed over me, I threw my head back and clenched tight around me.  “Oh god, Bucky,” I moaned.

Bucky’s hips stuttered and he groaned loudly, burying his head in my neck. “Fuck, Elly,” he groaned, suddenly jerking forward and coming inside me.

“Bucky Barnes, you dirty dog,” Clint scolded.  “Leaving a mess in there for us to clean up.”

I swatted lazily in Clint’s direction as Bucky started laughing. “Oh like you’re not looking forward to that.”

He pulled out of me and I lay back with a groan.  It wasn’t long before someone else was between my legs.  They lifted them and spread them wide and then did something that gave them away immediately.  They laughed.

“What’s so funny, Tony?” I asked.

“Ah fuck,” he said. “Didn’t even get a chance to trick you.  I just had plans to go to town on you.”

“Mean,” he said, reaching for him.  “Go on, you gotta give me my prize.”

“Alright, alright,” he said and pushed his cock up against my cunt.  “It’s coming and so will you be.”

I laughed, but it was cut short as he shoved inside of me.  He thrust in so hard it nearly knocked the wind from me.  I cried out and reached above my head.  Someone grabbed my hand and I held onto them as Tony began to thrust into me.

He didn’t go easy on me the way Bucky had.  He grabbed my legs, held me in place, and just railed into me.  “Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I babbled as I was jolted on the table.  My fingers tightened around whoever’s hand I was holding.  It felt like this orgasm was being hammered into me.  Each thrust of Tony’s hips just made it build more and more until I was ready to burst.

It hit me hard, lights popped behind my eyes and I cried out, my hips bucking and my body writhing under him.  “Oh fuck yes, Tony!” I mewled.

Tony kept thrusting, fucking me through my orgasm, and with a shudder he came too, moaning as he did.  “There you go, Legolas,” Tony teased as he held me in place.

He leaned down and kissed me as he pulled out, and stepped away.  A lay on the table breathing heavily, waiting for the next person the move up.

I didn’t have to wait long, and once again, I knew who it was as soon as their hands were on my skin.

“Wanda,” I said.

She giggled.  “I knew there was no point trying to trick you.  But lucky you, now you get your prize.”

She took her hands off me completely and just as I wondered what she was doing, the warm tingle of her powers touched on my feet and began to wind their way up my leg.  It was slow going, and it didn’t settle on my cunt right away, rather, it wrapped its way right around me, making my whole body buzz and tingle.

I whined, squirming on the table.  I was still holding someone’s hand, and I gripped it tighter, trying to tether myself to something real.

“Please, Wanda,” I whined, bucking my hips.

She giggled again, but things started to get more focused.  It swirled around my nipples, tugging on them, and began to buzz against my clit. I moaned, arching my back and the pressure increased.  Every moan I made made her increase the pressure of her powers on me.  My nipples hardened almost painfully and a hot current ran right through me from my clit.  I was dripping on the table as my cunt clenched around nothing.

It started to feel like some kind of torture.  I was so close, and yet she was keeping me hovering there right at the edge.  “Please.  Please, Wanda.  I need … I need…”

“Yes, Elly?” she asked.

“I need to come,” I wailed.

A jolt shot through me, and just like that, I came, arching hard off the table, and screaming as my orgasm rocked through me, making me gush onto the table.  It was the most intense orgasm yet, and for a moment everything went black.

When the world returned, I was panting heavily, completely dazed as I rode out the extreme orgasm high.

“Holy shit, Wanda,” Natasha cursed.  “That was impressive.”

“Two more left, El,” Steve said.  “You sure you’ve got them in you?”

I nodded slowly.  “Think so.”

Someone moved up and skimmed the back of their fingers up the insides of my thighs.  It was a Clint trick, but not out of Steve’s playbook. Whoever it was leaned in, ghosting his lips up the insides of my soaked thighs.  His fingers moved to my cunt, spreading it with his fingers and running his tongue up my slit.  There was no beard, but both Clint and Steve were currently clean-shaven, so that didn’t give it away.  I really had no idea who was touching me.

I lifted my feet, put them on his shoulders, and flexed my toes.  Whoever it was was broad-shouldered and muscular.  That didn’t exactly narrow it down either.  And just because Steve was broader than Clint, I chose him.

“Steve?” I asked.

“You sure about that, darlin’?” Bucky asked. 

“No… but it’s my guess,” I moaned.

Some of the group started clapping.  “Well done, that’s all of you.  How about Clint and Steve make you come together, so you only have to do one more?” Sam suggested.

I nodded emphatically.  “Please.”

Steve moved forward, the thick head of his cock pressing against my cunt.  I raised my hips to meet him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me.  He pulled back just a little and with a snap of his hips, he sunk in deep.

I gasped and arched my back.  As I did, Clint moved up beside me on the table and began to flick his tongue over my clit and play with my breast.  The table was jostled beside us and Clint grunted and let out a moan.

“Who’s fucking Clint?” I moaned.

“That’d be me, honey,” Sam replied.  “You want to see?”

I nodded.  “Please.”

The blindfold was taken off as Steve continued to thrust into me.  I blinked at the light and looked around, Taking everything in.  Steve was between my legs, holding me in place, his brow furrowed as he fucked me.  Clint was half propped on the table, bent over me, licking at my clit and that base of Steve’s cock.  Sam was behind him, one hand braced on Clint’s shoulder and the other on his hip as he thrust into him, jostling him against me.  The others were spaced around the table.  Most just watching.  Thor was the one holding my hand, though Wanda was bouncing in his lap, her eyes glowing pink.

Everyone else was just kissing and holding each other as they watched Clint and Steve bring on my final orgasm.  Seeing them just added to my pleasure, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

I relaxed back, just letting the pleasure wash over me, It encompassed me completely.  But in the end, it wasn’t either Steve or Clint that set my orgasm off, it was Wanda’s orgasm.

She cried out and her powers burst out of her and I was hit by a sudden, intense wave of her pleasure.  I came hard, all my muscles clenching at once making me arch violently off the table.  I cried out and my vision blacked out for a moment.  Wanda’s orgasm must have affected the others too.  Steve groaned and gripped my hips hard shoving into me and coming deep inside me.  Sam’s hips bucked and his head fell back as his hit too, and Clint suddenly arched like a cat and came in thick ropes onto the table.

I fell back breathing heavily as I rode the waves of my orgasm.  Steve hunched over me panting and Clint slithered down and lay there with his head on my stomach.

That’s how we stayed for a while and then Natasha stood.  “Okay.  How about we clean up here and head downstairs?  I think it’s time for a soak in the hot tub.” 

Steve sighed contentedly and slipped out of me.   He pulled up his pants and then picked me up, cradling me against him. “Good birthday?” he asked.

I hummed, snuggling against his chest and closing his eyes as I murmured my reply. “The best.”

~ END ~

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You break the rules and become a hero, I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair.

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heelloo!! uhm i was thinking could u write an agatha harkness x reader one with Agatha sees r with another person (just as closer friends but Agatha doesn’t know it). Then Agatha invites r to her house and Agatha has to bite down on their lip so hard whenever r talks about the other person, angst with happy ending please (and if your are comfortable, maybe you can add smut)?

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary:

Agatha gets jealous of your relationship with Wanda. Emotion ensues.

Warning:

Jealousy, angst (not really)

Notes:

Thanks for the request! I wrote this pretty fast and have not even read it over once…I’ll probably fix it up later…anyways! Hope you enjoy still <3 I always love an Agatha request

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Agatha stopped Wanda for you. She brought down Westview, and forced Wanda into reality. In the process she ruined both of their fantasies; Wanda’s fantasy of a perfect life, and Agathas of all consuming power.

She did it for you. Because the prospect of power was nothing compared to the prospect of your devastation. Because you asked her to. You with your warm eyes, full of more emotion and humanity than both Agatha and Wanda have in power combined.

You asked her to, and there was no other option.

So no. She doesn’t regret it. Doesn’t regret trailing behind you and Wanda to help the Avengers, doesn’t regret following you. Can’t possibly. She doesn’t regret it, but Wanda smiles at you, leans in close, and Agatha feels a bit like she’s been betrayed. Betrayed because you smile back, and whisper something into Wanda’s ear that makes her flush a color that’s just perfect for the Scarlett Witch.

Agatha grits her teeth and returns to her book. She’s lived centuries and has never felt more childish.

It shouldn’t bother how close you and Wanda have gotten, she knows. She has no right to feel betrayed. She hasn’t done anything she’s done expecting anything more than your happiness. You aren’t hers.

You aren’t hers, and so Agatha just fumes silently in the corner of the room and imagines burning this whole damn tower down.

You don���t even know how Agatha cares, she knows. Every bit of vulnerability, love, and affection is hidden behind layers of humor and sarcasm.

You watch Agatha with distrust still because of it; wondering about alternative motives. Everyone in this god forsaken tower does, and Agatha has no idea why she’s here giving up centuries of planning for this game. These people are no different to those in Westview. Children playing dress up and pretend. All of them wearing costumes of heroes who aren’t afraid.

Cowards. All of them.

Your loud laugh draws Agatha’s attention from her page. Wanda is smiling at you with a gentleness Agatha can’t afford, and Agatha thinks, both with affection and a heavy heart; all of them but you.

She knows that despite her help she has given no one here good reason to trust her. She admits to herself that she enjoys letting them think she’s scheming—that she plays into it.

They’re just as uncaring for her as she is them. They push her away, but all you do is pull her in. To be brave and foolish is one in the same to Agatha, and she loves you for all the things she can’t afford to be.

—-

It’s only the next day that Agatha walks into the compound looking for you. She wants your help to test her potion.

She’s been visiting every day this week, and she’s beginning to feel a bit like the person she thought she wouldn’t ever be again. She’s beginning to settle into the thoughts instead of jerk away.

Then she sees you. You’re on top of Wanda, both you and her sleeping peacefully on the couch. Your head on her chest, her hand threaded in your hair, your legs intertwined.

The glass potion in Agatha’s hand shatters violently and loudly, startling only Wanda awake. She jerks and snaps her eyes towards Agatha, always on edge after being raised in war. Their eyes meet for only a second, and then both turn back to you, still sleeping peacefully.

Agatha turns on her heel. Wanda says, with a knowing that ruins her; “wait—”

Agatha, cowardly, no different than the people she despises, and never having claimed otherwise, teleports away.

—-

Agatha avoids the compound for just a week before she caves and invites you over.

She can’t bear to see Wanda, which is a new thing because usually she enjoys tormenting her. The image of her protective hand tangled in your hair, and your possessive leg thrown over her is still fresh in Agatha’s mind though.

Then there’s the text Wanda sent after Agatha left; filled with the same knowing Agatha sensed with her departure. You’re 5 years old.

(Then a bit later; whatever was in that potion melted through the compound. I hope you can magic up some money to fix your tantrum.)

Agatha, the picture of wisdom, sends Wanda two middle fingers and then blocks her.

So, naturally, she’s glad when you show up only an hour after Agatha’s text. No Wanda, for the first time in weeks.

At least—that’s what Agatha expected. It’s an hour later and all you’ve talked about is Wanda. Wanda this, Wanda that. Agatha has always had a challenge with patience, it’s always the biggest challenge of her schemes, and biting on her lip is barely constraining her from lashing out at this point.

It’s when Agatha tones your voice out though, that she notices the hunch to your shoulders, the heaviness in your eyes.

And the bruise around your neck. Why hadn’t she noticed sooner? “Who did this to you?”

Agatha drops her dishes immediately, rushing to where you’re seated at the kitchen island. She thinks; who, who, with a desperate frustration as she tilts your head up to inspect the injury. She’ll kill them. Kill them.

For now, she pulls her magic forward, setting to the task of healing the violence inflicted on you, but you pull away from Agatha just as suddenly as she calls on her magic; angry in a way Agatha is caught off guard by.

“All you are is hot and cold,” you mutter, looking away. “I’ve been trying to reach you for days and you haven’t responded, then I come as soon as you call and you ignore me for an hour. Now…now you suddenly care that I’m hurt?”

Agatha blinks, once, twice, and then you’re standing up and pacing her kitchen. Agatha stands, hand still hovering where it was touching your cheek, and watches.

“If you’re done—If you’ve already gotten what you needed from us, whatever it is, and are done, just tell me. Tell me and stop pretending to care,” you plead. Agatha notices the dark circles under your eyes. Notices all the parts of you that are dimmed now that she’s not stuck on Wanda, Wanda. “I can’t play pretend like you do, Ag. I don’t get what it serves you to act like you care about me. I have nothing to offer.”

You’re spiraling in the middle of Agatha’s kitchen, and Agatha is torn between all of the parts of herself. The one that wants to laugh and brush this all aside, the one that wants to comfort you, the one that wants to kiss you, and the one she settles on; the version of her that’s angry and feeling misunderstood by the person she knows she’s done everything to deceive.

She’s not often hit by regret, or not often this out of control over her own emotions. It makes her angrier. Angrier because it takes her back and makes her feel younger than she’s been in centuries. She’s not that child anymore, can’t be.

Don’t you get that you’re ruining her?

—-

“I care,” Agatha whispers urgently, silently fuming and with her face morphed into a frustrated scowl. “Of course I care,” she says, like it should have never been in question—because she’s made it so clear apparently, you think disbelievingly, unable to help the scoff that chokes out of you.

Yeah right.

With more disappointment than Agatha could ever understand, you shake your head. “The only thing you care about, Agatha, is power. You tell me yourself all the time. I just thought— ” you pause, untamed tears coming to your eyes. “I don’t know what I thought…”

The moment the words leave your lips, you and Agatha enter into a standoff. Agatha furious and raging, and you too wrapped in your own emotions to register it as it is.

Agatha angry for the first time—at this. At the doubting of her care. It should say all you need to know, but you’ve missed it completely now that you’ve stopped looking.

It’s another moment of glaring before Agatha scoffs and stalks forward, pushing you into the wall and trapping you. Anyone else would be scared, but you just continue to glare (even as you flush).

There’s a part of you somewhere, one you don’t notice, but that Agatha does. A part of you that knows Agatha would never hurt you.

“I’m too old for this, ” Agatha grits out, and then her hand is around your throat. You don’t even flinch. Aren’t even surprised when you feel the rush of healing magic. All you’re surprised about is just that— your lack of surprise.

Agatha’s eyes turn inspecting, she shifts your head to the side with her other hand, ignoring your protests. You’re beginning to feel like a child, beginning to see things as they are.

Of course Agatha cares, you know. Somehow it hurts just as much. How could she both care and be so unpredictable, so cold? Had she thought of how you’d feel at all when you ignored her for the week? The other Avengers grew suspicious, checking everywhere around the compound for something stolen. You thought something terrible happened to her.

Only Wanda seemed unbothered. “She’s just throwing a tantrum,” she said, and wouldn’t explain further.

“Who did this?” Agatha repeats, pulling you from your thoughts.

“It was a mission”, you explained, the fire leaving you with it. You can’t afford to be mad at Agatha. You need and miss her too much.

Agatha growls, not settled at all. “Isn’t Wanda supposed to be protecting you?” She asks venomously, her jaw tightening along with her hand. “What good is your little girlfriend if she can’t even do that?”

It’s so laced with bitterness, with wanting, you’re left to blink at her, utterly shocked. Does Agatha think—? Wanda’s voice comes to your head; “she saw us cuddling and looked like she was going to murder me with the shattered glass in her hand.”

Seriously?

“What?” Agatha asks, self conscious in a way she never is. Self conscious because she likes—possibly loves you back.

All of this week’s turmoil, and for what? Because the two of you love each other?

—

You’re grinning at Agatha now, and Agatha is completely suspicious and unnerved. She tries to step back but you capture her wrists, pull her even closer.

Agatha’s heart pounds at the look on your face. Like a Cheshire cat. She can’t escape the feeling that she’s been caught. She eyes you with uneasiness.

You look at her expectantly now. “So much wisdom and yet you’re still so stupid?”

“Stupid?” Agatha repeats with disgust, like the word isn’t even in the dictionary.

You nod. “Agatha,” you breathe, affectionately. Agatha feels her world shift. “You know I love you, don’t you? Wanda is only ever going to be my frie—”

Agatha doesn’t let you finish. Couldn’t bear too. She’s always standing on the precipice of something. Always hovering over lines, too impatient to stand back, and your I love you snaps Agatha forward, like she’s been waiting for it for centuries. She kisses you roughly, pushing you back against the wall, and tries to claim it.

I love you, to the person who has never felt loved. She turned her back on love the moment love turned her back on her. She was only a teenager then, realizing that there was not a strength she could have that would make her enough for her mother—for her clan. There was not a person she could be beside herself, and never a version that wasn’t lacking, just out of reach of affection.

Then you. You showed up in Westview, strong enough to break in unaffected, and suspicious of Agatha, suspicious and then knowing, but still caring through it, and Agatha felt herself enough in the moments her mother would have claimed were her weakest; her moments where she was vulnerable and honest.

She kisses you like you’re her testament of her strength, now. Like you’re a testament of just how enough she is. She’s always been wanting, and doesn’t know how to exist without it. Without the yearning of; more, more, more, but as her kisses slow down, turn loving instead of passionate, she thinks for the first time that to exist like this—for the first time at peace, is something she could get used to forever.

You’re breathing heavily when Agatha breaks away, completely flustered and shaken. Agatha feels her heart pick up again, and thinks, no—she’ll always be wanting, and moves in to kiss you again.

You laugh, so joyful and happy—because of her. Because of her—a hand over Agatha’s mouth to stop her. “Are we ever going to talk?” You wonder breathlessly. “About feelings? About where you got that idea about Wanda and me?

Agatha pulls your hand away, smiles devilishly and possessively. “After I’ve had you against every corner of this house, we’ll invite Wanda over and talk over everything you’d like.”

You groan in exasperation, but there’s no protesting when Agatha kisses you next, and from the way you practically fall into the way Agatha’s hand curls loosely around your neck, she doesn’t expect one anytime soon.

#marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel imagine #marvel x you #marvel #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda marvel #agnes x you #agnes wandavision #agnes x reader #agatha all along #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agatha harkness #agatha: darkhold diaries #avenger x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x female y/n #x fem oc #the avengers #avengers x reader #avengers x y/n #avengers x you #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x you

[gayforwanda]

#marvel #natasha x wanda #wanda maximoff x oc #wanda maximoff fics #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat #elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #i love wanda

[lirarere]

jealousy headcanon

Peter Maximoff\Quicksilver (X-Men) x reader

notes: I very rarely see headcanons with peter and jealousy, so I write with my terrible skills

warning: bad english, jealousy, fluff and all that, basically nothing triggering

words: 410

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★ good, it seems to me that Peter is very jealous, but not to the point of absurdity of course (that’s a lie).

★ someone came too close to you? Peter will be there and be very intrusive, basically hugging you a lot, showing the other person that you are his partner.

★ is someone flirting with you very openly? Peter's head will be blown off. he will openly show that he hates his interlocutor and will become even more intrusive, and if he gets tired of your interlocutor, he will simply pick you up from there using his super speed and take you to his “fortress” which is his (mother’s) basement.

★ okay, okay, Peter is a little stupid... imagine a situation where he wants to be with you, and you refuse, saying that you have “important things to do,” Peter gets a little upset and decides to follow you and sees that you are dating another man and very much offended by ignoring you, and whenyou finally manage to get the reason for his upset out of him, he says something like:

—I followed you and saw that you were meets another man

—Peter, he's my brother

—oh

★ you say that you wanted to introduce them tomorrow and apologize for not talking about it earlier, and scold him a little for following you and not immediately saying that he cares. naturally, Peter will forgive you and apologize for spying on you.

★ basically, when Peter is jealous, he sulks a lot like a child, but he is secretly proud when he sees how you refuse people, because he was the one who came across such a cool, sweet, wonderful (and a lot of other things) person, he adores you.

bonus!:

★ Peter is a little (a lot) stupid to understand that they are flirting with him and will not understand why you want to pull him away from his interlocutor, then you will explain to him and if you are upset because he did not understand or, in principle, because of this situation, he will apologize and take you on a date (he is very romantic, you can't convince me otherwise).

★ if he realizes that they are flirting with him (yes, this can happen), he will push the interlocutor away and say something like “no, I have a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner” and if the interlocutor does not leave him alone, he will simply irritably retreat into your arms.

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I still have a fixation on Peter and as long as no requests are sent to me (not a hint at all) I will forever write about him hehehe /j

masterlist

♡rere

#marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff #quicksilver x reader #quicksilver #x men movies #x men #x reader #oc x canon #fluff #jealousy #movies #evan peters

[sebsbarnes]

masterlist

works under each character are oldest to newest

last updated on 5/10/24

requests, ideas, n asks are always welcomed, here

tangerine; bullet train

co-workers ➛ angst, fluff

summary: "if it took you getting shot for you two to finally, maybe, realize you like each other i would've used you as target practice a long time ago." warnings: language, violence, fighting, injuries, blood, weapons word count: 3.4k+

confessions most popular! ➛ fluff

summary: "you're beautiful you know that love," tangerine said softly as if the declaration was a secret that only the space between you could know. warnings: mention of a gun, injuries, blood word count: 1.1k+

the days you meet my fav! ➛ fluff, angsty plot twist

summary: tangerine was feeling the same way. he ran his tongue across his teeth thinking of the way your laugh sounded like a symphony. he shook his head a bit thinking it was wild to even say such things about, truly, a stranger. warnings: none! word count: 2.5k+

a ghost ➛ angst

summary: "are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out OR! ex lovers see each other for the first time warnings: none! word count: 700+

lover girl ➛ angst, comfort, fluff-ish

summary: tangerine saves you from an awful date, cliche realizing feelings afterwards warnings: mentions of killing, language, talks of insecurities word count: 2k+

jealousy

summary: he knew you were fuming about his actions and he loved it. the two of you loved making the other jealous. it was a sick cycle. warnings: mildly toxic dynamic, semi-suggestive (no descriptions) word count: 900+

apologizes ➛ angst, comfort

summary: you voice your concerns about tangerine's profession, to which he doesn't take kindly warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, drinking, nothing bad at all word count: 1.5k+

love and grief

summary: you knew no matter how often you two spat with the other, said you hated each other, hell, even nearly killed the other, you two were connected in some weird unexplainable manner. warnings: death, violence, injuries, language word count: 2.4k+

come here

summary: REQUEST! can you do a drabble where tangerine goes to the bathroom and sends the reader a text that says "come here." warnings: 18+!! word count: 500+

psychopomp ➛ angst

summary: it was that moment, underneath the streetlight, that tangerine knew he had no choice but to love you warnings: death, dying, anxiety word count: 1.6k+

a new year

summary: REQUEST! new year’s eve party with tangerine warnings: smoking word count: 800+

friend or foe

alternate continuation to 'the days you meet' summary: REQUEST! where lemon goes to the cafe a few weeks later and talks with reader, they notice lemon wearing tangerine's necklace. reader is also a contract killer and thinks that lemon killed tangerine. warnings: guns word count: 1.1k+

seduction

summary: REQUEST! reader is interacting with another guy in a mission and tangerine gets super jealous warnings: none i believe, making the other person jealous word count: 1.8k+

headrest ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! reader falls asleep on tangerine's shoulder on the train home after a mission warnings: none word count: 700+

13 weeks ➛ fluff

summary: it was a quiet night when the walls of your apartment learned that the two of you had fallen for the other warnings: none word count: 800

high school headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you and the twins are a trio and they are protective of you warnings: the slightest description of someone being a bully

new friends, new love ➛ fluff

summary: REQUEST! ladybug ditches you at a work event to chat to lemon while you occupy an unsociable tangerine warnings: mentions of injury word count: 1.3k+

bar fight

summary: REQUEST! tangerine intervenes when the creep at the bar puts his hands on you warnings: harassment, fighting word count: 1.6k+

sunlight ➛ tooth rotting fluff

summary: REQUEST! you take advantage of the empty beach after a mission much to tangerine's initial dismay OR! though the moon would watch over him, he knew the sun was far closer to him because you were in his arms. warnings: none word count: 1.1k+

tangerine intervenes a stalker headcanon

summary: REQUEST! you call tangerine after two men follow you from the station to different stores warnings: talks of stalking, nothing descriptive

scarlet flags

summary: you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me warnings: suggestive- minimal descriptions, toxic situationship word count: 860+

inked

summary: tattoo artist!tangerine; you meet tangerine's friends for the first time warnings: language word count: 1.7k+

tangerine has a soft spot for reader

summary: REQUEST! tangerine has a soft spot and dynamic similar to him and lemon with reader warnings: none

too sweet

summary: tangerine is strong and bitter, much like a neat whiskey but you were sweet, like an aged wine, and he wasn't use to that. warnings: none word count: 1.2k+

letters to a loved one

summary: the only form of communication you and tangerine can use when he is on a mission is email, however, as the weeks and months go by, your words have been left unanswered. warnings: angst word count: 1.4k

a house is not a home

summary: for months now you lived two separate lives. existing on two completely different orbits, the distance between you growing into lightyears warnings: angst, lovers to strangers word count: 930+

a melody

summary: so you stood hand in hand with tangerine, admiring your lover one final time. accepting that your love on earth will now be a memory for those who knew you. warnings: angst! word count: 350

pietro maximoff; marvel

hole in the wall

summary: despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him. warnings: fighting, none rlly?? word count: 5k+

phantom pain ➛ angst, comfort

summary: i'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin, it's closer than my hands have been warnings: insecurities, none really?? word count: 2.9k+

vincent renzi; anatomy of a fall

reassured

summary: the presence of an old flame causes vincent to reassure you warnings: none! word count: 370+

enticed

summary: vincent can't help but struggle through work with you as the prosecutor warnings: none word count: 645

#sebsbarnes #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x oc #tangerine x you #tangerine imagine #tangerine imagines #tangerine bullet train imagine #tangerine fic #tangerine fanfic #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine bullet train fanfic #tangerine fluff #tangerine angst #tangerine blurb #tangerine headcannon #tangerine oneshot #bullet train imagine #bullet train fanfic #bullet train oneshot #bullet train x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson imagine #aaron taylor johnson x reader #tangerine masterlist #pietro maximoff x reader #pietro maximoff x you #pietro maximoff masterlist

[byrdnight]

Here comes the polycule again!

#art #byrdnight #digital art #xmen #pietro maximoff #oc #xmen evolution #lance alvers #quicksilver #avalanche xmen #x men #nonbinary character #polycule #quakesilver #lietro

[zyalahmiscfandom]

“You two take the 50 on the left, I’ll take the 50 on the right.”

“Sugah, I’ll take them all.”

More River inserts, along with my brand new Rogue redesign. I wanted to make a design reminiscent of all Rogues that have come before.

#x men #xmen #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #rogue #anne marie #xmen rogue #oc #original character #marvel #marvel oc #xmen oc #x men oc #wolverine and the x men #watxm #screenshot redraw #my art #screencap redraw #marvel animation

[starysky1289]

Fic List

^ Smut

+ Trigger Warnings

~ Suggestive

Fnaf Movie

Vanessa Shelly

• Boba Date

• Nightmare

• Movie Night

Stepsis!Vanessa Afton

• Family Gathering ^

• Late ^

• First time for everything. ^

Toxic!Stepsis!Vanessa Afton

• Sibling Bonding ^+

• pulled Over ^+

• Kicked Out^+

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa Shelly

• College party^+

• The argument^+

• Breakup PT1+ PT2+~

• Perfect+

• Meeting^*

• Mutt^+

• AfterParty PT1 PT2

• Holiday Party^+

• Grades^+

• Father

• Dior^

• New Wares^+

• Selfish^+

Rookie!Vanessa Shelly

• Noise Complaint~

• Steady~

Police Captain!Vanessa Shelly

• Newbie~

• City Patrol~

Omegaverse!Vanessa Shelly

•Walking home^+

•Marked^+

Sorority!Omegaverse!Vanessa

• I’ll keep you here. ^+ PT1 PT2

Hunger games

Marvel

Other stuff

OC!Stacie

• Comfort^

#not fic #just chatting #vanessa shelly #sorority!vanessa #toxic!vanessa #stepsis!vanessa #the hunger games #five nights at freddy's #marvel #harry potter #ginny weasley #wanda maximoff #johanna mason #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #Oc!Stacie