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tomxxtc · 8 months
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A Speedy Love
Pietro Maximoff x Gn!Reader
❦ Summary: Pietro Maximoff, the charming speedster, decides to whisk Y/N away on a date full of surprises and heartfelt moments.
❦ Wc: 533 words.
❦ Genre: fluff
❦ Warning: cheesy pickup lines, pietro have a crush on reader, author first language is not English, sorry if there's any mistake.
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Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver, couldn't help but feel their heart race as they planned a special surprise date for their crush, Y/N. They were determined to show them a night they'd never forget. With a grin on their face, Pietro appeared in front of Y/N's door, tapping it twice before they opened it, surprised to find the speedster standing there, dressed in their casual yet dashing attire.
"Hey there, Y/N," Pietro greeted with a playful wink. "I've got some speedy plans for tonight. Ready to go?"
Y/N chuckled, feeling their cheeks heat up slightly. "Sure, Pietro. Lead the way."
As Pietro took Y/N's hand, they felt an electric thrill run up their arm. The pair zipped through the city, the world around them a blur as Pietro whisked them off to a secluded spot with a breathtaking view.
"I thought we could start the evening with a view as stunning as you are," Pietro said, their gaze locked on Y/N's eyes.
The night sky sparkled above, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in their chest. Pietro had planned everything perfectly. They settled down, sharing a blanket, and Pietro pulled out a small picnic basket filled with Y/N's favorite snacks.
"Y/N, I've got a cheesy pickup line for you," Pietro said with a playful grin, holding up a strawberry. "Are you a fruit? Because you're berry charming!"
Y/N burst into laughter, shaking their head at the silliness. "You're impossible, Pietro."
"But you love it," they teased, leaning in for a gentle kiss. The spark between them intensified as they lost themselves in the moment.
The night continued with laughter, conversations, and stolen kisses. Pietro's charm and playful nature had Y/N smitten. But as the evening wore on, the speedster had one more surprise in store.
They found themselves standing at the entrance of a cozy, dimly lit cafe. Pietro led Y/N inside, where they were greeted with warm smiles and soft jazz music playing in the background. It was a romantic setting, and Y/N couldn't help but feel their heart swell with affection.
As the night grew darker and the cafe emptied, Pietro leaned in close to Y/N. "You know, Y/N, they say that time flies when you're having fun. But I can slow it down if you want. Just for you."
Y/N blushed at the double meaning in Pietro's words. "Pietro, you're incorrigible."
"I prefer irresistible," they said with a smirk, pulling Y/N into a slow dance. Their bodies swayed together, and Pietro held them close as if they were the only two people in the world.
The night continued with more sweet moments, and Pietro walked Y/N back to their doorstep. They stood there, hands intertwined, neither wanting the night to end.
"You know," Pietro began, a mischievous glint in their eyes, "I'd like to invite you in for a 'speedy' nightcap. What do you say?"
Y/N chuckled, knowing exactly what Pietro meant. "Well, how can I say no to that, Pietro?"
As they entered Y/N's apartment, the door closed behind them, sealing their fate for a night of passion, affection, and love, guided by the playful and charming Quicksilver.
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wandaspetal · 8 months
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An Island Made From Love
𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic), and Kate Bishop x Wanda Maximoff (platonic)
𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Established Relationship
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K+
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of death (no one actually died though I’m not heartless) , Mental breakdowns, panic attacks, mention of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, crying, angst with a happy ending, VERY GAY AND FLUFFY AT THE END I PROMISE
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You make your island flag in animal crossing Wanda’s crown.
𝐀𝐍: Reader uses they/them pronouns! This is very much partially based on me restarting my anch island and wondering how Wanda would react after a hard day….I’m mentally ill shush.
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Wanda had been having the worst day. The team’s mission went south very fast. Hydra began implanting bombs inside their base’s so that in the case if they are ever found they can destroy the evidence of them being there. Soldiers waited outside for them with military grade weapons. The Hulk went into a fit of rage, Clint almost lost an arm and Natasha was almost crushed by rubble. Wanda was able to push herself hard enough to use her magic to make sure Natasha and her got out of the building quick enough.
They were the only ones left inside as the rest of the team fought everyone outside. After everything was said and done the ride on the quinjet back to the compound was silent. Even a small cough had an apology following suit behind it. Wanda is surprised she didn’t cry the same way Kate did as Yelena held her on the way back. The brunette simply placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back on the way home.
Wanda Maximoff had lost so many people in her life and this was another reminder of why she had to keep them out the way. The team can protect themselves. Y/n, a barista at a family owned coffee shop–one they barely work at anymore because their rich girlfriend takes care of them and Tony and the team randomly throws money and gifts their way. But that’s besides the point. The team is strong with super powers or serums or martial arts and knows how to use weapons. Y/n makes the threat that anything can be a weapon yet they ironically apologize whenever they bump into a chair, table, etc.
The mere thought of losing them the same way she almost lost half the team today nearly sent Wanda into a spiral. She convinced herself to hold on and remain strong.
Once they landed everyone was sent off to med bay, visible injury or not. Wanda had a scar on her brow and a cut on her nose and a sprained wrist. Both her arms were sore but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning. After leaving medbay she informed Jarvis to tell the team she went to see Y/n if they asked where she went.
Wanda didn’t bother driving a car, she stepped outside and immediately teleported inside Y/n’s apartment. The Sokovian wasn’t allowed to do that anymore after she scared them but she couldn’t help herself as she was on the verge of shaking from overstimulation.
“Wanda is that you?!”
“Y-Yeah!” She already felt tears coming to her eyes at hearing your voice but quickly blinked them away.
“Oh! Come look and see!!” Y/n exclaimed happily.
Wanda smiled and quickly walked pass the small foyer and to the living room. Her shoulders relaxed at the sight of her partner gazing at the TV that displayed her animal crossing game on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch.
“I restarted my island and it took like five times but I finally got villagers that aren’t ugly!” They squealed with joy.
Wanda placed her hands in her lap and smiled authentically at the screen. Y/n had already begun decorating the island and including as much villager homes as possible. There was customized pathing on the beach and grass.
“I named it Westview because you know…we said we wanted to move there.” Y/n’s voice grew quieter as their shyness increased. They shrugged. “And yeah…”
Wanda turned her head and reached out her to tuck their hair behind their ear. “That’s nice, I like it.”
Y/n blushed then cleared their throat. “Oh! Also the flag!! Look, look, look!!” They still hadn’t looked at Wanda as they could not turn their attention off the screen. Not even a bowl of the best pasta in the world could take their focus off their hyper fixation right now.
Wanda turned her head back towards the screen, still twirling their strand of hair between her two fingers. She dropped her hand at the sight of the flag that blew in the wind at the airport. It was her head piece. The one that she didn’t like at first but Y/n adored because it suited her so well. And because Y/n adored it Wanda slowly began to, too. Tony designed it for her after he heard her ranting about wanting more accessories for her costume the same way Nat and Steve did.
“I made it just for you!” They exclaimed.
“You made me a flag…with my head piece on it?” Wanda asked, her eyes glazing over with the tears she had been holding back since the mission ended.
Y/n beamed at the tv screen missing the full effect of their words. “Yeah! Because you’re my favorite person in the world and–“ They faltered and their brow furrowed with concern as they finally turned to look at the brunette. “Wanda, are you okay?” Y/n reached out and caressed her cheek with their palm as the witch begun to cry.
“I just love you…so much.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek. “You make me so happy…I-…today was awful and some of the team almost didn’t make it and it was so traumatizing and I just–” A much needed sob broke free from her mouth as she curled into Y/n’s warm embrace.
Y/n began to rock them side to side and soothingly rub their hand up and down Wanda’s back. “You’re safe now, let it all out.” Wanda sobbed harder than before, gripping on Y/n’s shirt for dear life. “I’m so sorry all of you had to go through that.” Wanda continued to cry as Y/n continued to speak.
They sat in silence until her sobs died down to sniffles and her eyes had stopped producing as much tears.
Y/n moved to pull away then stopped as Wanda whimpered. “Put your head up for me please.” Wanda complied, sitting up straight with their arms still around each other. “I love you.” Wanda felt another sob building up in her throat. “And I’m so so proud of you.” Another sob broke free but Y/n continued to speak as they wiped away Wanda’s tears. “Today was really hard and you did such a phenomenal job–yes you did.” Y/n reassured as Wanda began shaking her head. “You did a good job because you did your best.”
Wanda pulled away from their embrace, her body immediately felt the rush of cool air surrounding her. “I didn’t even tell Pietro where I was going, I just left and came straight here to you because I just felt so overstimulated and…and broken and scared.” Y/n nodded, holding their palms together. “And I know I did a great job but fuck why did my life have to be this way, I’m still here, I’m still the scared little girl who hid under a bed with her twin brother for 3 days after realizing our parents are gone and dead and…” She felt herself begin to descend into a panic and placed one hand on her chest and the other on her head. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” She choked out.
Y/n took both Wanda’s hands in their own. “Baby, look at me, hey-” Their eyes met. “I’m right here, okay? Everything is okay now, the team is okay, your brother is okay and you are okay..you’re safe now.” Wanda blinked. Y/n brought Wanda’s hands to their chest and took a deep breath in then a deep breath out and continued this until Wanda began to follow suit.
It took five minutes until the normal color returned to Wanda’s cheeks and blood no longer felt like it was rushing to her ears. Y/n placed their hand on Wanda’s cheek, smiling as the witch sighed out of content. Wanda turned her head and kissed their hand before she spoke.
“Can you show me more of…Westview?” She asked softly while making eye contact.
“Only as long as you promise to move there with me…and also order us a pizza.” Y/n bit their lip and grinned as Wanda giggled.
“I promise.” Wanda took her phone out of her pocket and snuggled into Y/n’s side as the number for their favorite pizza place began to ring. “Extra cheese?” She hummed as Y/n kissed the top of her head.
“Sounds great.” They replied and began to decorate Westview as Wanda ordered them enough food to have leftovers for the next day.
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Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 4: Butterflies
Synopsis: Wanda and Y/N share a tender moment together minutes before their wedding
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N
Characters: Y/N, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark
Warnings: It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die
Word Count: 2.0K
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A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters in this series.  So much fluff, so much emotion.  Hope y’all enjoy!
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Y/N was anxiously pacing back and forth in the backyard.  He was supposed to meet Wanda by this huge old oak tree, the same one where Clint would set up his archery targets.  He’d barely been there five minutes but it felt like an eternity.  The anticipation of seeing Wanda in her wedding dress was killing him.
“Yo Hemingway!  Keep walking like that and you’re gonna wear a hole in the ground!”
Y/N whipped around.  It was Pietro.  He was standing by the back porch, hand cupped around his mouth to help amplify his teasing.  He knew that Hemingway was Wanda’s nickname for Y/N and of course he teased him relentlessly for it.  Seeing Pietro break out into his signature mischievous grin, he rolled his eyes in return.
“And when it’s done, Wanda and I are gonna bury you in it!” he yelled back.
“That’s a good one!” Pietro chuckled as he shouted back.  “But you’re kidding, right?” He shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and began to stroll towards Y/N.  Y/N raised an eyebrow knowingly.  “Right?”
Y/N shrugged.  “Try me and we’ll find out,” he grinned.  The banter between the two was always playful, never malicious.  He wasn’t just Wanda’s brother.  He was one of Y/N’s closest friends as well.  Y/N had helped Pietro out of many sticky situations on missions.  Nearly getting blown up created a bond of shared trauma (and laughs).  But the two really bonded over one thing in particular: video games.  Many nights and quinjet flights were spent playing Mario Kart or Smash Bros.  While Wanda had hoped Y/N and Pietro would at least get along, she’d never anticipated they’d be so close.
Pietro shook his head.  “How ya feeling?” he asked.  
“Ehh?” He looked down and kicked a rock across the hard ground.
“You’re less than an hour away from getting married and all you can say is ‘ehh’?!”
“I just wanna see her, man.  I’m so nervous.” Y/N pulled at his shirt collar.  It suddenly felt too tight around his neck and his bowtie wasn’t helping.
“She looks great, don’t worry about that!” Pietro lovingly punched him on the shoulder.
“I’m not worried about that.  I dunno, I guess it’s the anticipation about all this,” he replied, gesturing vaguely to everything around him.
“Well I’ve never been married so I can’t give you any advice there,” laughed Pietro.  “But if it makes you feel any better Wanda’s already cried today.  She’s nervous, too.”
Y/N smiled.  It made him feel better knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling butterflies.  They had talked about their feelings in the days leading up to the wedding, but talking about your wedding day and living it were two very different experiences.
“I’m excited for you guys.  I mean I can’t think of a better guy to marry my sister.”
“Thanks, Piet.”
“And now I get to pester you about when I’m gonna be an uncle!”
“Let’s, umm, yeah…let’s not rush things,” Y/N weakly choked out.  He and Wanda just wanted to get through today and here Pietro was pestering them about babies.
Suddenly a voice interrupted the quasi-awkward silence that enveloped the air around the two men.
“Hate to break up the gossip session fellas, but I’ve got a bride-to-be who is anxious to see her future husband,” called Natasha, working her way towards the duo.
Pietro jumped into action.  He threw himself behind Y/N and wrapped his hands around his head.  “I’ve got him, Nat!  He won’t look too soon!”
Natasha roared with laughter as Y/N tried to wriggle himself free of Pietro’s grasp.  “It’s okay, she’s still inside.  You can let him go.” He slackened his grip as Y/N pushed himself off the speedster, who had raced his way over to Nat.
“How’s she doing?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.
“She’s good,” she whispered back.  The duo was watching Y/N readjust his suit after Pietro’s assault.  “How’s he doing?”
“He’s nervous, but good.”
“Good, good…alright, let’s go inside and grab Wanda.  We’ll send her out and we’ll stay inside and give them some privacy.”
“Do we have to?” Pietro whined.  Nat smacked the back of his head.  “Right.  Got it.”
“Okay Y/N turn around and face the tree!” Nat yelled as Pietro rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head.  “We’ll go get Wanda and send her out!” Y/n shot her a thumbs up behind his back as he turned towards the tree.
He stared at the tree intently, studying it’s every feature.  He could feel his heart racing, his palms grew sweaty, and it felt like he was trying to swallow a handful of cotton balls.  Yet through the nerves he felt a flutter of excitement.  He’d been waiting for this moment all day.  He didn’t know anything about the dress or how she was doing her hair and makeup.  Anything she did would be wonderful.  She was just beautiful.  Period.  Wanda Maximoff was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he was the lucky one who would get to spend the rest of his life with her.  He smiled as he thought of his favorite moments with her: the day they met, their first date, that one mission where they ended up hijacking a fishing boat and docking it in the river by the compound, the endless Great British Baking Show marathons, early mornings snuggled together in bed, the first time she said ‘I love you’, the moment he realized he was going to marry her, their first kiss, the amazing day they spent together before he surprised her by proposing, the time they-
Hi honey, Wanda spoke to him in his mind.  Why don’t you turn around now?
Y/N froze.  “How long were you in my mind?” he asked, failing miserably at hiding the grin that was spreading across his face.
Long enough, she responded.  She, too, was failing to keep a smile from forming on her lips.  Y/N exhaled, rubbing his hands on the sides of his pants.  Are you ready? He nodded. Me too.  The tension in the air was palpable.  He slowly turned and laid eyes on his bride for the first time.
Y/N felt the air leave his lungs as he saw Wanda for the first time.  She was a vision in white.  Her white gown was stunning.  It had long sleeves that provided the slightest bit of warmth against the cool fall air.  The body of the dress was fitted to her figure with a long billowing skirt and train.  Her hair was done up and she was wearing a flower crown that Yelena and Kate had made for her.  He couldn’t see her shoes but he knew that May Parker and Pepper had taken her out shoe shopping as her bridal shower present.  She wore the necklace he’d given her for their first anniversary, the one with the entwined hearts, around her neck.  And the late afternoon sun caught the emerald of her engagement ring just right, casting a green reflection onto the tree as she fidgeted with her hands.  She, too, was fighting the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach.
“Oh wow,” he managed to whisper after he felt himself come down from the initial high of seeing his ethereal bride-to-be.  “Wands, you look incredible.” He couldn’t help but look her up and down, drinking in every ounce of her beauty.
“You don’t look too bad yourself either,” she grinned.  It was true.  Y/N looked extremely dashing in his three-piece charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt, and deep maroon bow tie.  His hair was freshly cropped and he’d trimmed his beard down to a notch above stubble the way Wanda liked it.
As he looked at her, Y/N felt his throat constrict and his face grow hot.  He looked down at the ground and covered his eyes with his hand as he began to cry.  Wanda was the only person in the world he could be truly vulnerable around.  Yet at this moment he didn’t want her to see him cry.  It didn’t matter that they were tears of joy or that they were the only two people in the universe at that moment.  Wanda had held his hand every step of the way through getting him to open up, but there were moments he still struggled.  This was one of them.
As he cried, his sobs muffled by his hands, he felt a pair of arms envelope him and tenderly pull him close.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay.  You’re okay, Hemingway,” Wanda soothed.  She ran her hand up and down his back as he continued to cry into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated between sobs.
“What are you sorry for?” Wanda asked.  She had moved her hand up from his back to his head, running her fingers through his hair.
“I don’t know,” he sniffled.  He pulled his head up from Wanda’s shoulder.  “God you’re beautiful.”
Wanda laughed as she wiped the tears from his face.  “So these are happy tears then I take it?” She cocked her head to the side.
“Yeah,” he mumbled sheepishly.  He moved his hands, which were pressed up to his chest, down to Wanda’s waist.  She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.
“Hi,” she whispered
“Hi,” he whispered back as he rested his forehead against hers.
“We’re getting married today.”
“Mmhmm.”
“In less than an hour.”
“Mmhmm”
“Are you excited?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Me too.”
“You look beautiful in that dress.”
“So you’ve said.”
“But I think you’ll look even more beautiful when I peel you out of it later.” A devilish grin grew on his face as he looked down at Wanda.
Wanda blushed a deep shade of crimson.  “Behave,” she scolded, kissing the tip of his nose.
“For now, darling,” he responded.  “But I can’t make any guarantees for tonight.” As he spoke his hands slunk down from her waist to her hips.  Wanda giggled at his touch.  She gazed into his eyes with all the care and admiration in the world for her beloved.
“Kiss me,” she coaxed.
Y/N felt her arms pull him closer to her.  He leaned in, closing his eyes as he kissed her softly.  He kissed her with all the love and affection in the world.  As they broke away he noticed tears had started to run down her face.
“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not start this again,” he murmured.
“I’m okay,” choked Wanda.  She reached into her pocket to retrieve the tissue Nat had given her.
“Wait, it has POCKETS?!” Y/N exclaimed at this latest discovery.
“Duh!” She carefully dabbed at her face.  
“That’s so cool,” Y/N’s face lit up as he took note of the pockets on either side of Wanda’s dress.
She smiled.  “Are you ready?”
“Yeah…you?”
“Yeah.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” He smiled down at her.  It was almost impossible to think that in less than an hour Tony would pronounce them husband and wife.  He felt like the luckiest man in the world.
“I’ve got butterflies in my stomach,” she whispered.
“Me too,” he confessed.  They both giggled, staring at each other for what simultaneously felt like an eternity and no time at all.
“Earth to lovebirds!” Tony yelled from the back porch.  “We gonna get this show on the road or what?”
Y/N groaned.  “Remind me again why he’s officiating our wedding…”
“Because it was either him or Thor,” Wanda reminded him.
“Right.  Yeah.  Good call.”
“Well, I guess I should go,” sighed Wanda.  “See you at the other end of the aisle!”
As she walked back towards the house, Y/N noticed her flick her wrist.  Suddenly something caught the corner of his eye.  Turning his head he saw that Wanda had conjured a flight of monarch butterflies around him.  He chuckled to himself as a butterfly landed on his outstretched hand.
“I’ll be waiting.”
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ravenromanova · 4 months
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I don’t like gifts
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Parings: Loki x Female reader
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!! Master kink, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f), Squirting, Praise kink. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!! Slight angst with happy ending, Fluffy Loki.
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~ You smiled as you put the finishing touches on the final gift for your team. This specific gift though you spent extra time in picking out and wrapping wanting to make sure it was perfect. Granted the person it was for didn’t like gifts and thought the whole holiday was stupid. But you ended up getting him some nonetheless because he deserves something nice.
Once you finished you put all the presents in a bag and headed to the living room. The sounds of christmas music and laughter filled your ears as you walked into the room. There sat your family, the people who you loved more than anything sitting around the fireplace. Smiles adorned everyone’s face as they exchanged gifts and shared stories. The only person you didn’t see though was Loki though which wasn’t surprising but still a little disappointing.
“Heya sunshine!” Steve beamed as he walked up and took the bag of presents from you to help you. “Are these for the whole team?” He asked a little shocked with how much you got everyone.
“Uh yea i might’ve gone a little overboard” You responded a little sheepishly. Steve sat the gifts next to the tree where Tony and Pepper handing out gifts to everyone.
“Might’ve is an understatement sunshine” Tony chimed in as you sat on the couch next to Wanda. You smiled shyly as Tony started handing out the gifts you got for everyone.
Bucky got two new knives and a book about astrology. Natasha received a new thigh holster and gun. Wanda got more of her favorite painting supplies. Vision got a book called “emotions for dummies” which everyone found hysterical. You got Clint new arrows to which he thanked you profusely since Kate lost all of his and you also gave him gifts for his family. Peter got new comic books. Steve got a new sketch pad and pencils. Kate got a new super suit and Lucky got a pizza toy. Yelena got three bottles of vodka and a knife. Tony and Pepper got an all expenses paid trip to cancun for a week. Morgan got endless barbie dolls and stuffed animals. Thor got ten big boxes of pop tarts. Bruce got a new lab coat and a bunch of sciencey books you didn’t understand. Pietro received three hoodies and new running shoes that he’d been wanting for a while. You also got the guardians and Carol gifts but they weren’t on earth right now so they get them when they came back. And last but not least you got Loki a first addition of pride and prejudice, two new knives with gold and green details engraved, a new journal with feather pens and a soft dark green blanket.
The reactions everyone gave to their gifts made your heart grow three sizes. Pretty much everyone gave you a hug… even the bionic staring machine which took you by surprise. And on the flip side you got more gifts than you thought possible.
Tony gave you five grand in cash. Pepper got you a huge basket of self care goodies. Morgan gave you multiple drawings of you and her doing her favorite things together. Nat and Wanda gave you a spa gift certificate claiming you need to relax more. Vision gave you the new pots and pans set you’d been wanting forever. Clint and Kate along with his family got you a puppy you named “Lucy” and some new hoodies. Bucky gave you a knife to which you both laughed. Bruce and Steve teamed up and got you atleast fifteen books. Thor gave you endless sweets and candy. Yelena gave you five bottles of your favorite liquor. Peter gave you a new supersuit that him and Tony designed specially for you. Pietro thoughtfully got you some soft throw blankets, slippers and a new stuffed unicorn.
Needless to say by the end of the gift exchange you never felt so loved by everyone. The night ended around one am when everyone decided to head to bed. But fortunately for you this was your time to give Loki his gifts. You knew he was more than likely hiding out in the library not wanting to deal with humans and their stupid holiday. So once everyone bid goodnight you gathered his gifts and headed to the library.
And of course when you entered the library there he was in all his glory. He was sitting in the bay window is the library reading a book with a slight smile on his face. The light of the moon hit his face lightly and made him look even more ethereal than normal.
“Hey Lo” You said softly as you approached him with all his gifts in hands.
“Hello” Was all he replied with making you frown a little.
“You weren’t at the gift exchange “ You stated with your brows furrowed causing him to look up at you.
“That is correct” His voice was gruff as he spoke making your knees a little weak and your heart sped up.
“Well i know you think this holiday is dumb but i still got you some gifts” Your words caused him to raise his eyebrows at you and scoff a little.
“I don’t like gifts” He said as he closed the book and turned to fully face you. The way his eyes bore into your soul made you even more nervous about giving him the gifts than before.
“Yeah well i still got you some so deal with it” The sassiness of your words surprised the both of you. He smirked and nodded his head a little telling you to hand him the gifts. You swallow your nerves and hand him the wrapped gifts with shaky hands.
Loki takes the gifts and starts unwrapping them one by one inspecting each of them as he goes. You watched as his eyes lit up as he ran his fingers across the lettering on the book, how he moved the new blades in between his fingertips, his fingers grasped the dark green fabric of the blanket and he smiled softly, and you swore he giggled a little at the new journal and pens.
“I take it back” He said suddenly as he looks at all the gifts. “I love gifts” The smile that adorned his face made your heart melt.
“You like them?” You asked nervously. Loki then stood up and took your hands into his and his blue green eyes stared into your soul.
“y/n i love them” He said honestly and you smiled brightly at his words. His hands moved up your arms and then cupped the sides of your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop” He whispered as he leaned in.
“Dont stop” You whispered back looking up at him. That was all it took for his lips to crash into yours and bring you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. The both of you simultaneously moaned at the taste of each other.
You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even notice that he teleported you two to his room. But eventually you had to come up for air which is when you finally realized.
“I like your room” The words were soft as they left your lips. Your eyes scanned his room and you took in the dark green couch, extremely soft looking bedding and the ancient paintings that adorned the walls. The room was decorated just like you thought it would be.
“I think you’ll like it a lot better on my bed” His boldness made you weak in the knees and arousal pool in between your thighs.
“I think i would too” You said with a smile as you climbed onto his bed. “Oh yea this is definitely better” Loki smiled as he watched you sprawl out on his bed.
“You most certainly belong there pet” His voice was low and his eyes darkened as he slowly crawled on top of you. “Such a pretty pet” He cooed rubbing his calloused fingers over your cheekbones.
“I need you” The pleading look in your eyes made his cock stir in his pants. He then flicked his wrist and suddenly you were fully naked underneath him.
“I’m going to ruin you for any other man” He husked in your ear causing a shiver to course through your body. His rough hands trailed up and down your body as he admired your beauty.
Loki slowly cupped your face again and brought you in for a much more passionate and loving kiss. He snaked his hand in between your thighs as he kissed you making you moan in his mouth.
“So wet for me” He kissed below your ear before he sat on his knees and looked at your pussy with desire. He smiled again before he decided to get comfortable in between your thighs.
Your brows furrowed in confusion . “W-What are you doing?” Your voice was laced in nervousness as you looked directly into his eyes.
“I need to taste your pet” And without any further explanation his tongue darted out and licked a bold strip asking your folds.
“Oh god!” The sensation of his warm mouth on you made your back arches off the bed and your eyes shut in pleasure.
“As much as i love hearing that title fall from your lips… it’s master to your pet” Your eyes snapped open at his words and you nodded your head in understanding. “Words pet or i wont touch you” He commanded bringing his free hand to grip your chin.
“Yes master” A smile quickly over to his face as you spoke and that was enough for him to dive back in. He spread your lips and started sucking on your clit like a man starved.
You threw your head back on the pillow feeling overwhelmed but in a good way. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before but welcomed it with open arms. The way his tongue lapped the bundle of nerves make you reel in pleasure.
“I-I’m gonna cum master” The words were broken as they fell past your lips.
“Cum for me pet be a good girl and cum” He commanded and before you even registered his words he was shoving two of his thick fingers in you.
“OH FUCK!!” Your hands flew to his raven locks and pulled for dear life at the intrusion. His fingers curled as he thrusted them into you and hit your g-spot deliciously. Before you could speak again your felt your orgasm rip through you and you came all over Loki’s face.
Loki smiled as he came up from between your thighs and he licked his fingers clean. “You taste as delicious as you look pet” His praises made your heart speed up again and another wave of arousal hit you.
“I wanna taste you master” You pleaded sitting up on your knees and moving your gave up and down his body. “Youre wearing too much clothing” You whined as your snaked your hand under his black t shirt.
“So eager to please” He smiled as he flicked his wrist again and he was naked in front of you. You couldn’t help but marvel at the god in front of you. His tanned skin, rippled abs, thick thighs, and not to mention his pretty cock. Never in your life did you ever find a man’s dick attractive but holy fuck his was perfect.
His hands on your cheeks brought you out of your trance. “Go ahead pet make your master feel good” His gruff voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You simply smiled at him and changed positions so he was laying against the pillows.
Once he was situated on the against the pillows you settled in between his thighs but not before kissing all over him first. Finally you got settled and sent him a devious smile. At first you started slow with some gentle kitten licks and kisses all up and down his shaft making sure to pay attention to the thick vein running from base to tip.
“Fuck” You heard him moan when you finally took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and luckily your gag reflex wasn’t a problem. “Just like that baby” He groaned and you hummed at the new nickname falling from his lips which in turn make his cock twitch.
You continued sucking him like a lollipop which caused a series of moans and profanities fall from his lips. Suddenly his hands were in your hair and he pulled your head up.
“As much as i’m loving this is much rather cum in you than your mouth my dear pet” He said softly rubbing his finger over toe bottom lip.
“Please” You begged him sitting back on your knees and then slowly crawled on top of his lap. His hands found home on your hips as he helped you straddle him.
“Gonna make you feel so good” Loki said with determination along with his signature smirk.
“Please master” Your begged again as you lined yourself up with his aching cock. That was all the go ahead he needed and before you knew it he was slamming himself into you.
“Oh gods” You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Loki gave you time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into you.
“So fucking tight” He groaned squeezing your hips harder. Your hands flew to his chest and you held on tight as you rode him. Never in your life had you felt this full and satisfied. And now that you’ve had a taste of what being with him was like you knew you couldn’t be without him again.
“Fuck Loki i’m gonna cum!” The moan that escaped you was nothing short of sinful.
“Cum for me pet” He demanded as his thrusts became harder and rougher. It didn’t take much longer for you and him to cum with loud and pornographic moans. Loki came and filled you with every last drop of his seed till there was nothing left.
“Oh fuck” You said breathlessly as you collapsed onto his chest. “That was fucking amazing”
“Agreed” He said rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.
“I dont want this to be a one time thing Loki” You admitted still laying on his chest not wanting to look him in the eye.
“Who said this was a one time thing darling? Who said i wasn’t planning on keeping you here forever?” He said as he brought his fingers up lightly from your chin and look up at him.
“Really?” The question came out more insecure than you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“Really” He brought his hands to your face again ava kissed you passionately. It was that moment you knew he was the one for you.
“I love you Loki” You smiled brightly as you held onto his face.
“I love you too darling” He responded with so much passion and love in his voice something you knew was only for your abs that made it that much better.
Shortly after the both of you fell into a blissful sleep wrapped around each other. Content smiles adorned both your faces as you two slept. Neither of you thought you end up here when you first walked into the library tonight but couldn’t be happier that it did.
~The end~ A/n: I GOT WAY TO CARRIED AWAY BUT OH WELL!! i hope you enjoyed by first loki story ;)
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Forever (1/2)
Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warning: here there be angst.
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You never should’ve let Wanda go on that mission. But Clint insisted. He said the team needed the Scarlet Witch. Wanda agreed to it and left. How you wished you had stopped her.
You got a call from Clint right before you were supposed to pick up the boys. Wanda came back in critical condition.
You drove down to the hospital at speeds that surely would’ve gotten you pulled over if it weren’t for the fact that the cops recognized you as an Avenger.
You got to the hospital to find Pietro in the waiting room, he tried to stop you.
“Let me go, Piet”
“Wanda’s find it was a minor head injury but-“ he tried to say before you ran out of his arms and right to her room.
You threw the door open to find your wife, the mother of your two boys, bandaged and bruised. She looked back at you, a warm smile plastering her lips. You threw yourself to her bedside, crying your eyes out.
“I’m so sorry” you tried to say. “I should’ve tried to stop you a little harder. I’m just glad you’re alright.”
“Thank you” your wife looks at you in confusion, “who are you?”
The color drained from your face.
“Are you on the same team as Clint?” You barely heard your wife’s question. How could she not remember you?!
“Wanda it’s me” you tried to articulate
“Oh right…you’re one of my doctors, right?”
You could feel your vision blur. It was like your whole world came crashing down.
You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and steady you.
“Bratok, who is this?” Wanda asks Pietro.
“I’m…” you try to formulate. Pietro gives you a sad smile.
“Y/N’s is your detka, Wanda” Pietro tries to explain. “We’ll give you some rest.”
Pietro guides you out of the hospital room. You practically break down. Your brother in law explains it as total amnesia. Wanda couldn’t remember the last several years. Your courtship, your marriage, even the boys, all of it was erased in her mind.
Your phone buzzes with the caller id of your neighbor and friendly witch, Agatha. You answer to hear your little three year old son, Tommy.
“Poppa? Is Momma okay?” You can hear Billy on the phone with his brother.
You regain your composure, your boys need you to be strong for them, “mommas gonna be in the hospital a little longer pal, so she’s gonna need our love big time”
“Will she get better?” Billy asks.
“Y-Yes” you say as tears form in your eyes. Pietro gives you a strong brotherly hug.
“We are Maximoffs” you state through the phone to your sons, “and family is forever”
“Family forever” the twins state through the phone.
You’d find a way to help Wanda remember. No matter how long it might take.
To Be Continued…
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Oo oo mommy Wanda x little!reader takin little to the waterpark!! Or beach or swimmin pool! An maybe teachin dem how to swims?
m cants swim 🥹
tans m hab 🌺 if it's not takin pease? if it is den 💐 pease
Fank oo!!
Beach Day
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Pairing: mommy!Wanda x little!reader
Warnings: Age Regression, uncle Pietro is also there!, wanda teaches reader how to swim, some angst?, praise, fluff
A/n: You can have this one 💐 sweet anon!
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"Don't you want to go for a little swim, baby? It's really warm." your Mommy asked while grabbing a towel and sitting down next to you on your Bluey towel.
"Nu-uh, wanna build castle," you said and put more sand into your bucket. You had a pretty beach toy set that Uncle Pietro gifted you after Tony announced that the team will go on a vacation together.
Wanda nodded and kissed your cheek, a few water droplets dripping from her chin onto your shoulder, making you shiver.
After some more sand castle building, you looked up to see how much fun the others were having. Peter was on Thor's shoulders, shouting happily while trying to throw Natasha off of Clint.
Wanda had watched you for a while and noticed the tiny frown on your face. She sat up and grabbed your chin between her fingers, gently turning you to face her.
"Why don't you want to go into the water?" she asked, taking off her sunglasses to keep eye contact. "Be honest, detka"
You mumbled something she couldn't understand so she made you say it again but louder. "I can't swim mommy..."
The way you lowered your head in embarrassment made the Witch go all soft in a matter of seconds.
"Oh baby, it's okay. I'm so proud of you for telling me" she praised and opened her arms for you to climb in, petting your head and Wanda can feel how hot your skin is against hers.
She pulls a bit away to look at you again before asking. "You want me to teach you how to swim?"
"Mhm! But you will pwotect me, right?! I no wanna drown mommy!" you rambled down, clinging onto Wanda for dear life.
The redhead had to chuckle a little, of course she was going to protect you. She would never let anything happen to you, ever.
"I will always protect you." She smiled and got up with you, helping you put on your arm floats.
Wanda took your hand and dragged you closer to the water. The water already went to your knees and you stopped walking when you saw something on the ground.
"Mommy, look! A starfish!" you squealed and pointed at it.
"That's right, smart baby" she smiled and continued to walk further into the water.
Wanda took both your hands in her own and started to instruct you what to do, which you gladly did.
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While Wanda was teaching you to swim your uncle Pietro offered to help and was holding you right now, waiting for you to tell him that he could let you go.
"Okay, now come to me, detka!" your Mommy encouraged you to swim on your own for the first time.
You took some deep breaths and got in position. "Otay, now!"
Pietro let you go and you started kicking your legs to move forward and used your arms even if it was a bit uncoordinated, but after some more swimming in the compound's pool area you will be the best swimmer, your Mommy is sure of that.
"Go printessa! Go!" Pietro cheered and clapped his hands.
Soon you reached Wanda and she turned you around in the water, kissing your salty cheek.
"You did amazing! You were faster than Pietro ever could." she joked and you giggled when you saw how offended the speedster was.
"I demand a swimming race now!" he said and Peter raised his hand shouting 'me too!'.
"I would also like to join that race of yours." Thor joined the conversation and soon you started to see who was the fastest.
Wanda watched with amusement and was just happy to see you having so much fun with the others and now even learned how to swim.
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Someone Gets Hurt x W.M
Mob Boss!Wanda x Police Officer!Reader
Pietro runs away, Wanda's dreams are fulfilled, but something's not right..., Y/n's trust is broken in Wanda slight and Wanda's heart breaks all over again.
Warnings: Mystery, abuse, angst, so much angst, my babies Pietro and Wanda are finally together again and Pietro works on getting his memories back after so long, mind manipulation (good kind), a little bit of fluff, panic attack, manipulation, and sarcasm.
Word Count: 3.8k
A/n: And that is the end of 365 days Au... or is it? Thanks for all the support now I'm going to take a well earned break and go watch Taylor Swift The Eras Tour Extended Version.
Part 10 and finale for my '365 days' AU.
Part 9
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You groan as you shift onto your side, your sleepy eyes fluttering open as you smile slightly at the woman beside you, her face relaxed and calm as she snores slightly away, you giggling at the way the biggest mob boss in New York snores while she's asleep.
You sigh as you rest your head fully against your pillow, your fingers reaching out slowly to brush down her nose, your eyes admire the way that her nose curves perfectly down.
You bite your lip slightly as your fingers moves further down to brush over the softness of pink lips, your breathing uneven before you lean forward to leave a gentle peck on lips that spread into a subtle grin.
You let out a small squeak as you feel strong hands tighten their hold on either side of your hips before they pull you forcefully against her body, Wanda's lips insistent and rapid against your own as she makes out with you with a vengeance.
You giggle slightly as you feel her hands move over your body with soft touches, your hand pressing against her chest as you push her gently away from you,
"Wands, W-Wanda, you need to stop, you have a meeting in 15 minutes that you need to get ready for."
You smile wider as you hear her whine, her forehead resting against your own as she opens her eyes to look at you with soft green eyes, your eyes open as well as you stare back at her as she whispers words that make butterflies erupt in your stomach,
"I can't get enough of you, princess."
You push strands of her messy red hair behind her ear, your eyes soft as you shake your hand with slight humour,
"You're almost as bad as a horny teenage boy."
You squeal as you feel her squeeze your ass with both hands, her eyes alight in mischief as you slap your hand against her chest softly,
"Don't you dare Wanda Maximoff."
She raises an eyebrow at you as she chuckles before biting her lip,
"Oh, but, princess you're so cute flustered for me."
You roll your eyes and huff before pushing her off the bed, her lips parting some more as she lets out a groan as her back lets out a loud thump as it falls against the carpeted floor in her room,
"Right, that's it, if you don't get off your lazy ass and move, there's no way you'll be sleeping in the bed with me tonight, you'll be sleeping on the couch instead."
You hear Wanda whine loudly as she huffs from her spot on the floor, your roll your eyes again as you stand from your side of the bed, your fingers grabbing the dressing gown hanging on the back of the door before you wrap it around yourself.
Your shared bedroom door opens as Natasha stands in the way, her hands behind her back as she looks from you to Wanda on the ground, a slight amused grin and look on her face as she speaks,
"Miss Maximoff, the Stark clan is here for their meeting with you."
You look back at Wanda and giggle,
"Well, then I'll be in my office if either one of you need me. Please make sure Miss Maximoff gets to her meeting on time Natasha."
You wave goodbye to Wanda before bypassing Natasha, your ears picking up on the brief comment Natasha makes towards Wanda,
"You are so sleeping on the couch tonight, Wanda."
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My laptop screen feels blinding to me as I groan, before looking towards my drawer, my lip moves between my teeth as I nibble in anxiety at my bottom lip.
My hands shake as I open it before I move Peter's case in front of me, my fingers flipping through pages upon pages of what was found at the crime scene before I stop on the page with a picture of him clipped to the corner of the page.
Tracing my finger over the edge of the picture I swallow past the sudden lump in my throat, my eyebrows furrowing at a small detail that makes my breath catch in the back of my throat.
Two red eyes in the background, but... it can't be.
I swallow shakily as I let out an uneven breath through parted lips, before my body jumps at the sound of knocks at my office door,
"Princess? You okay in there?"
My eyes widen at the sound of Wanda before I stand up quickly, my elbow accidentally knocking my coffee mug to the ground in my haste as I swear underneath my breath at it breaking on top of my bare foot, it slicing through the skin, trying to ignore the pain in my foot, I shake off the excess glass shards, before speaking through a strained voice,
"Y-Yeah, just peachy."
My eyes look up at the sound of the door knob jiggling furiously, Wanda's worry bleeding through her tone of voice as she speaks,
"You sure? I thought I heard glass break."
I hurriedly throw Peter's papers in my drawer before shutting it and locking it with a quick turn of my key and click of the lock.
"Sweetheart, let me in or else I'm going to snap this lock by myself."
You wince as you limp over to the door, your hand unlocking the door, and you don't even have enough time to open the door yourself as Wanda slams the door open, her eyes looking up and down over your frame before her eyes widen at your foot. You hide it bashfully behind your other leg, your cheeks flushed with a familiar colour of red as you watch Wanda's worried eyes glance over your shoulder and to the pile of glass shards laying discarded beside your desk before they drift back towards you.
"You broke your coffee mug, and it cut your fucking foot open?"
You nod bashfully before Wanda rolls her eyes and grabs your wrist, tugging on it gently as she gives you a small smile.
You wince as you limp down the hallway behind Wanda, her heels clicking on the ground as she takes measured steps towards the stairs, you groan as you stop your voice uneven once again as you speak up to Wanda,
"W-Wanda, please stop, I can't- my foot-"
You hear Wanda huff as she turns around quick enough to cause you whiplash. Her hands reach underneath both of your thighs before she hauls you up and into her arms so that she's carrying you bridle style, you let out a squeak as you wrap your arms tightly around the back of her neck.
You watch in slight amazement as she carries you up the stairs in heeled boots.
Wanda stops in front of your shared bedroom door as she places you gently back down on the wooden floorboards, one of her arms still wrapped around your shoulders in support as her other arm reaches forward so that her hand wraps around the door knob leading to her turning the knob and opening the door.
You follow her inside with a limp as she directs you towards the bathroom, her fingers insistent on your shoulders as she pushes you to sit down on the chair in front of the vanity.
You sit down without anymore confrontation, your eyes watching Wanda as she leans down to open the cupboards beneath the vanity, before she pulls out a first aid kit to look after your wounds.
Wanda moves to sit beside you, her chair facing yours as her hands are gentle as she moves your injured foot to rest in her lap. Her eyes are soft as she looks up at you with a small smile before looking back down at your foot, her hands grabbing at different medical supplies as she speaks,
"Alright, so this is going to sting a bit and hurt, I'm going to take out the shards of glass as gentle as I can, and then I'm going to spray alcohol spray so that it doesn't get infected, then I'll place a band aid and finally I'll wrap it with a bandage and white gauge."
You simply nod your head along with her instructions as you play with the end of your hairbrush that rests on the vanity counter, your mind dissociating from the atmosphere around you as you just hum and nod your head along to whatever Wanda's telling you.
Surely there was a reasonable explanation as to why Wanda was there at the death site, right?
You're probably overanalysing all of this, it's not that serious.
But she's been lying this whole time to you, that's some sought of red flag, who are you kidding, Wanda Maximoff herself is a whole ass fucking red flag.
She fucking kidnapped you for fuck's sake.
I furrow my brows as Wanda looks at me with a tilted head, the bandage tied securely around my injured foot as she watches me spiral.
But Wanda's not a bad person, yes she's done some questionable things and she's the least innocent person you've met, but she's not initially a bad person, she cares, and she's been nothing but supportive aside from the first time, but I mean every relationship has hiccups, right?
"Princess? You alright, sweetheart?"
You shake your head as you look up, making eye contact with a confused Wanda, you clear your throat with a cough before jumping down from your seat, you wincing slightly as your injured foot lands on the tiles.
Wanda holds your arm in her secure and gentle grip as she looks down at you worried,
"Be careful, it's going to hurt for a little while."
You just simply nod your head as you lean up with your other foot to leave a small peck on her cheek in thanks before you limp towards the door and out of your shared bedroom, you make your way into your office as you grab your police jacket before you grab the beige folder with all the details to Peter's death, before making your way back out and towards the front door with keys in your other hand.
You hear Wanda's heels click on the tiled floor, and without even looking back to confirm if it is her you speak quietly and without emotion as you take a step outside,
"I have to go into the office, I'll be home 7 at the latest, don't wait up for me."
The door does a resounding slam as you make your way with speedy steps towards your car and out of the driveway, your hair frazzled as you drive away and down towards the precinct.
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Wanda furrows her brows in confusion at your retreating form, her nerves alight as she wonders what she did wrong and whether or not she can make it undeniably better than it is.
Wanda's bottom lip ends up between her teeth as she shrinks back in on herself, that seed of doubt growing inside of her as it grows its poisonous vines to ensnare her heart and head.
She needs to back out.
Wanda turns on her heel as she clutches a hand over her heart, her eyes red as she sniffles as tears roll down her overheated cheeks, she needs to escape, she doesn't want to feel this again, please don't make her feel this.
It's been so long since she felt like this.
Like a.. little kid.
Wanda breathes heavily as she shuts the bedroom door closed behind her before falling down to her knees, her head resting against the cold wood in an effort to calm down, but it doesn't help.
Nothing helps!
Her fist slams against the wood as she looks down at the ground in pure child like terror.
She hasn't felt this way since... since Agatha.
And suddenly Wanda's just like before, a child unsure of her place in the world, a child that is ultimately alone, and undeserving of support or peace.
"You will always be alone, Wanda, dear, don't you forget it."
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The hours drag on and yet Y/n doesn't show once, her company much missed as I sit cross legged and saddened at the bottom of the stairs, I play with the rings on my fingers as my eyebrows furrow as my eyes catch the face of my wrist watch, it reading back 23:31 as I groan before my head falls forward and into my waiting lap.
But just as quickly as it had fell, it snaps back upwards at the sound of the door bell ringing, I stand quickly and suddenly as I shake back and forth before shaking my head to snap out of it.
I take measured steps forward before my hand turns the door knob without a second thought, my eyebrows furrowed even more in confusion as I'm faced with a broad and muscular chest, one that definitely does not belong to Y/n.
Looking up slightly at the person, I blink rapidly at the face of the very last family I have left, my hands shake as they move up and over my mouth, my eyes watering even more as I stand in shock in the doorway.
"Um, excuse me, I'm sorry for intruding but by any chance are you Wanda Maximoff?"
At the basic confirmation of that all too familiar Sokovian accent I fall to my knees in equal parts anguish and relief.
He's here.
My brother's back home.
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I massage my forehead with the ends of my fingers as I groan before falling face forward, the light in my office flickering as my eyes look up to be met with my clock recording 23:31.
Was it really that late?
Dear god, Wanda.
I left Wanda at home.
Fuck.
I rub my eyes furiously as I groan again before falling back into my chair's back rest, looking out the window my eyes tear up as all the bottled emotions swell up on the inside.
Looking down, I sniffled before wiping away my already fallen tears, refusing to cry at work I clear my throat before standing up to pack before going.
Out the corner of my eyes I see a flash, and another flash, flashes of.. purple.
Turning my head completely to the side I watch as purple smoke enters through my window, before my head fully turns towards my office doors, the door knob obviously turning slowly.
Without a second thought I draw my hand gun as I breathe in and out through my nose.
I raise a brow at the way it slowly opens to reveal a seemingly young woman with brown curly hair and purple clothes, speaking sternly I address the stranger with an air of coldness unlike my usual attitude,
"Who are you, and what are you doing here? I certainly do not have any scheduled meetings this late at the office."
You watch as she smirks silently, her heels clicking on the wooden floorboards in your office as she takes measured steps forward, your eyebrow raises on your forehead at the familiarity of that smirk.
One that you've seen on Wanda's face countless times.
You watch with trained eyes as she takes a seat in front of you, her eyebrow raising on her forehead at your stiff stature,
"Oh please, dear, relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
Her smirk grows even more as she hums before her eyes glow purple, you being thrown back into your seat while your gun falls to the floor as you breathe heavily in shock,
"Well, not if you don't give me a reason to hurt you, that is."
You look at her with confusion and slight frustration. Why can't this woman stop speaking in bloody riddle and rhyme, and just tell you why she's here?
"Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here, and that's perfectly normal, don't worry and don't get your knickers in a twist because I'm going to explain why I'm here in your office."
Finally!
You sigh as you look back at the strange woman as she raises an eyebrow at you before clicking her fingers together, her lips uttering something under her breath as a piece of paper hovers in front of you with purple tendrils wrapping around it before it falls to your desk in front of you.
Looking down at the piece of paper you can see it as some sought of contract.
You look back up at the woman with confusion before speaking,
"What's this for? And what's your name anyhow?"
You watch as the strange woman shakes her head and chuckles, her standing up as she holds out her hand, ready for a handshake before speaking in a kind and husky voice that you can see right through from the beginning,
"Oh how silly of me! I'm Agatha, dear! And that you're looking at in front of you is a contract, an offer for you."
I ignore her hand as I stand back up, my palms resting against the desk as I glare at the woman,
"What's the offer for?"
Her grin disappears as she extracts her hand from in front of me, her eyes serious as she glares back at me before finishing her speech,
"Right, you want to be that way? Fine. You truly are all business and no pleasure, I guess that's something you've taken from my dear little miss Wanda Maximoff. But no worry, I'll tell you what I'm here for. I want you to come and work for me."
You scoff as you raise an eyebrow at her in disbelief before pushing her contract towards her, your hands turning into fists on the desk as you glare harder at this woman who's ruined your Wanda beyond belief.
"No thanks, I'm happy at where I stand."
You listen to her sigh as she shakes her head before drumming her fingers atop your desk and atop the piece of paper that is her contract.
"I thought you'd say that. It seems that Miss Little Bleeding Hearts has already gotten to you too much for me to plead with reasonable sense, I really didn't want you to know this, I wanted you to come to me with still some respect for that wretched woman you seem to care so much about, but no worries."
You scoff at her as you roll your eyes, you sitting back down in your chair as you rub circles onto your hurting temple, she can't be serious about this.
"Wanda Maximoff has lied to you, countless times, yes it is true she's been searching for her brother but has she really told you anything else about herself and her upbringing?"
Your eyes flutter open as you frown before shrinking back in on yourself, worries and self-conscious thoughts previous coming back to haunt you and to cause you to second guess yourself as you shake your head at her question.
"I thought so, Wanda's a very private woman, but it's weird that she wouldn't tell you, the woman she supposedly loves. Isn't it?"
You look away as you shake quietly, your fingers playing with the rings upon them that lay on your lap underneath the desk.
"Well I- she- I'm sure she has a reasonable reason as to why."
Agatha grins at the sheepish look on your face as you shy away from her gaze: she's got you now, only a little more, she's already planted the seed of doubt she just needs to watch it grow.
"Oh I'm sure she does, but it doesn't excuse the fact that she was the one that killed your dear old friend, Peter Parker, now does it?"
Your face falls all at once, your face paling as your mouth falls open in shock, before you clutch a hand over your rapidly beating chest, your hands clammy as they curl into fists over the desk as you sit there shocked and overwhelmed.
Agatha's fingers glow a subtle purple as she clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth before sighing with her fingers against her lips, her hips swaying from side to side as she comes around so that she stands behind you with her hands squeezing either one of your shoulders,
"Now doesn't that just hurt. Betrayed by the one woman who loves you, huh, it's a sad story."
Agatha pouts down at you as she lifts your head with help from a singular finger resting underneath your chin, your teary eyes raise to meet her chocolate brown ones as she sighs before wiping away the tears from your cheeks,
"I understand that feeling all too well, my dear, this isn't the first time Wanda betrayed someone, I once was in your boat as well. I can get you out of this hole you've dug yourself, but only if you're willing to help me a bit."
You furrow your brows in confusion before speaking barely above a whisper with a broken voice,
"What would you need my help with?"
You watch as she shrugs her shoulders before her voice drops an octave as she speaks next,
"Oh nothing much, just help me ruin Wanda Maximoff, I'm sure it will not only be satisfying for me but also for you."
Your mouth moves but it seems as though your voice has been caught in the back of your throat, Agatha simply chuckles though as she moves around the desk again, taking a seat again in front of you she simply lays out a piece of paper in front of you with numbers on it as she speaks lowly,
"No need to rush, take your time. I have to be going now anyway."
You listen as you hear Agatha stand from her chair, her heels clicking on the wooden floorboards as she opens the doors to my office before she speaks one last time,
"Just know, dear, that Wanda isn't all that she says she is. I warned you, and the offers always on the table, just call me."
My eyes look up at Agatha just as her brown hair disappears behind slammed wooden doors, my heart and head not in the moment as I question everything I've ever known about the woman that I love.
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old foes, new flames (no one knows me like you do)
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summary: You and Druig were childhood friends, never one without the other, but that all ended when he got a girlfriend and things changed. Eventually it was too much to be hear him and at the first opportunity you had, you left town. Years later, an invitation to Wanda's wedding brought you back and nothing was the same.
warnings: while this story doesn't have any outright explicit content there are mentions of drinking, smoking, and sexual innuendos. minors please do not interact. angsty, stubborn idiots, fluffy ending.
an: I went a little out of my comfort zone with this one, I really hope you enjoy it. feedback is much appreciated :)
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Going back to the place you grew up wasn't something you ever wanted to do again. But when Wanda, one of your childhood best friends called and asked you to be the maid of honor in her wedding. How could you say ‘no’?
It was a super last minute thing. She hasn't been with the guy very long at all. But when Pietro said he didn't have any concerns you decided against calling in a welfare check.
"So she didn't tell you who he is?" Yelena asked.
"No, She did. I just forgot his name and I'm too stubborn to ask." You laughed out, "All I remember is that she met him a few months ago at her college graduation party and that he's super hot."
You and Yelena were roommates freshman year and the rest was history. It was a rare occasion you were apart. So when Wanda said you could bring a plus one, well, Yelena was the obvious choice. It’s not like you were dating anyone and could bring them, not that you would want to bring anyone you were dating back to that place anyways. She wasn't excited about the four hour train ride but you were. Not having to drive and having the opportunity to move around, even just to stretch, was preferable.
“So,” She asked you, with an hour of the ride left, "do you think he's going to be there? I remember you said he was her friend growing up too."
"I didn't ask. She only told me that it's in a few days and that she already has my dress picked out." The neighborhood you grew up in didn't have a lot of kids your age, just you and three others. Wanda, her twin brother Pietro, and a quiet boy named Druig. You and him had a different connection than you did with the twins, for a long time you thought the two of you were inseparable. But as you got older he became more independent of the group, you tried to be happy for him and not take it personally but it was hard.
You even took it well when he announced he had a girlfriend. That was until she made a joke about you following Druig around like a lost puppy. Looking back on it it was naive of you to hope he’d defend you somehow, but it felt like a punch to the gut when he not only laughed but agreed with her.
After that the only time you spoke was when you were insulting each other. For a short while Wanda and Pietro felt like they had to pick a side but that was the last thing you wanted, Druig too. Thankfully there were only a few occasions where all of your paths crossed, but when they did you made sure to avoid him completely. There was no way you were going to be the reason things got too weird.
“Well if he is and he says anything out of line,” she cracked her knuckles, “I’ll handle it.”
You laughed under your breath, knowing how truthful her threat was, “Let’s just hope he’s forgotten I exist.”
The scenery started to get all too familiar and all your mind could focus on was the last time you were here. You left a few days after graduation with no thoughts of returning, if it was anyone else but Wanda asking you to come back the idea wouldn’t have even been entertained. 
Her and Pietro were the ones to drive you to the train station and it was obvious they were very against the whole thing, but thankfully they let you go without a fuss. Pietro had let it slip that he had invited Druig, in hopes of reconciliation or something, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not after what you had said to him the night before.
~~
“Who’s there?” You woke up to the sound of rocks being thrown at your bedroom window.
There wasn’t an answer but you heard the leaves from the tree being rustled. Whoever it was had definitely done this before.
“Wanda? Pietro? Please tell me it’s one of you just trying to scare me.”
“Afraid not.”
You’d recognize that voice anywhere. “What are you doing Druig? Shouldn’t you be climbing out of someone else’s window and not into mine?”
He had finally made his way up the tree and onto the branch that had grown perfectly level with the window. The last time he did that felt like a lifetime ago, there was no reason for him to be doing that now. You didn’t want him there. Unfortunately for you he was climbing in before the words “you need to leave” could finish coming out of your mouth.
Druig looked around, “Everything still looks the same.”
“Not everyone changes their whole personalities overnight.” 
He picked up a picture frame you had hanging on the wall. It was from your thirteenth birthday, in it you were with Wanda, Pietro and Druig at the top of a ferris wheel. You weren’t angry enough at him to rip him out of the photo though, but you were upset enough to put a sticky note over his face. “My mom still has this photo on the mantel, I’ve begged her for years to take it down.”
“How a saint like Ajak could raise a devil like you is something I’ll never understand.” Did he practically break into your bedroom just to be a dick? “Why are you here, Druig?”
“I heard from a little bird that you were flying the nest, never to return.” He put the photo back where he found it and walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. “I wanted to say goodbye.”
Out of habit, you followed him across the room and sat beside him. You told yourself it was so you didn’t have to talk as loud, not wanting your parents to wake up, but deep down you knew it was muscle memory. “Usually that obligation is to the people who actually like the person that’s leaving.”
You noticed his eyes were glossed over, and you were close enough to him that you could smell the beer on his breath. Did he really have the nerve to show up in your room after all that had happened, while intoxicated, to talk about you leaving?
“Yeah, well..” Druig was usually so quick witted, you couldn’t put your finger on it (nor did you care to) but something was off about him, “it just took me by surprise. I never thought any of us would leave this place.”
He didn’t say it in a rude way, but something about him saying it at all made part of your brain short circuit. “You don’t know me Druig, not anymore. You treat me like shit for three years and show up here in the middle of the night for what? To make a pointless comment about a photograph and act sad that I’m leaving? You’re the reason I’m leaving! I can’t stand to be in this zip code wondering if I’m going to run into you, who you’ll be with, and what taunts you and your friends will throw my way. 
“I have a long list of reasons why I want to leave and never come back, and since I’m too tired to tell you the rest of them just know that they all begin with you.” Somehow you had managed to get that all out without raising your voice or shedding a single tear and yet it didn’t make you feel better. You were so in your feelings that you missed the switch flip in Druig’s mind.
“I just came by to tell you that you’ll be back, you’re not special enough to leave this place for good. And when you do, I’ll be waiting to tell you ‘I told you so’.” His tone was cold and unforgiving, more than ever before.
He stood up and walked back to your window, but just before he climbed out he called your name. “Hey Yn..”
You snapped back, “What, Druig?”
“I’ll see you soon.”
~~
It was midafternoon when you arrived at your parents house and it was already too much. Your mom wanted to show you all of the renovations before your bags ever touched the ground. Your dad wanted to show you the new pattern he mowed into the lawn, like you didn’t see it walking up to the front door.
“Mom, dad, I love you both so much and I can’t wait to see everything but give us like an hour to put our bags down and I don’t know, breathe?” You pleaded, hoping your parents would take into consideration the eight hour train ride you and Yelena just endured. 
“Oh of course,” your dad agreed. 
The two of you took that as the perfect time to walk up the stairs to your old bedroom, you had almost got to the top when your mom called for you. “Yn, I forgot to tell you. There’s a surprise waiting for you in your room.”
“Okay?” You replied, and then whispered to Yelena, “I’m scared, either she threw everything away and it’s unrecognizable or it’s a new pillow or something.”
“ME first!” Yelena barged past you, throwing the door nearly off its hinges before letting out a sound somewhere between a cat being murdered and a burglar alarm. You watched in slow motion as she flung her bag towards the window where a human shaped object fell out of it.
“What the fuck was that!?” You shouted at her as you both ran to the open window. There was a man laying on the lawn sprawled on his side.
“Oh look,” Yelena nudged your elbow with hers, “your dad’s lawn looks great!”
“I knew I liked you!” You could hear your dad yell from the front porch. “Druig, son? Is that you? Why are you laying on the lawn? You’re going to mess up the pattern.”
“Druig?” You asked in a panic to no one in particular. “Oh my god, Yelena! You killed Druig!”
The look on her face was blank, like she was wondering if she should care. “No, it was self defense. He deserved it.”
“Murder is murder Yelena!”
“Honey, we don't have the right insurance to cover up a murder.” Your mom chimed in from the doorway.
“Nope,” you heard a groan, “Still alive. A little less high than I was five minutes ago, but alive.”
“What are you doing down there?” You yelled to him, grateful he was alive but suddenly pissed off that he was there to begin with.
“So you’re like this because of your parents, not in spite of them.” Yelena said, the puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.
You ignored her and ran down the stairs and out the front door. As much as you wanted to make sure he was okay, you also wanted him gone as soon as he could stand. There was no way you were giving your parents yet, apparently, another chance of letting him in the house.
He started to sit up as you made your way out of the front door, so you asked him again, “What are you doing here, Druig?”
He took another minute to get up and wipe himself free of a few leaves and branches he took down with him. You couldn’t help but notice how his hair was longer, something you always told him he could pull off. How dare he take your advice when you weren’t around to gloat about it? And were those… Did he get tattoos?
Yelena nudged you again to get your attention, dragging you away from thoughts you shouldn’t have been having, just in time for Druig to walk up to you both. “I wanted to be the first to welcome you home…to be the one to remind you that I told you so.” He smirked, “Look who’s back.”
“Leave.” You demanded. “Leave now and leave me alone. I’m here until Wanda says ‘I do’ and then I’m going back home where I don’t have to see you ever again.”
Durig’s eyes never left yours and the smirk had grown to a full on grin. “Oh this is perfect. She didn’t tell you?” Then he looked at Yelena and laughed, “She didn’t tell her!”
You crossed your arms in annoyance, “Who didn’t tell me what?” 
“Wanda. She didn’t tell you who she’s marrying?” You shook your head in confusion, waiting for him to say he was the groom even though you knew that wasn’t the case. “She’s getting married to my best friend, Bucky. So can you guess what that makes me?”
You tried your best to hold it in but a slew of “fucks” fell out of your mouth. You heard your mother shouting from inside that you could put a sailor to shame but you didn’t care. Of course Wanda was so vague with the details, she knew you’d politely decline the maid of honor (and maybe the invitation all together) position if you knew the truth. “The best man.”
“The BEST best man, actually. I beat Pietro in a race for it.”
“You’re mistaking me for someone who cares.” All the years of therapy didn’t do a damn thing. Well, you didn’t punch him so maybe it helped a little. “I’m going to call Wanda and talk to her about this. You’re welcome to walk in traffic, or don’t, I don’t really care. Just.. leave, please.”
You didn’t walk far, Druig didn’t show any sign of leaving and as much as you wanted her to, you couldn’t let Yelena hurt him again. Or threaten to hurt him again, because she would and the next time wouldn’t be an accident.
Wanda sent you to voicemail three times, so either she was super busy or she knew that you knew, so you texted her instead.
Yn: Hey! I’m back. When are we meeting up? I want to meet your future husband and hear all about how you met and how grossly in love you are! We can talk about all you need me to do, who is all in the wedding party. More specifically the best man. Do I know him?
She responded almost instantly.
Wanda: Oh good, I’m so glad you made it safe! I can swing by in an hour if that works for you?
Yn: That works. Are you going to avoid my questions then too?
Wanda: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Yn: When did Druig get tattoos?
Wanda: I’ll be there in 5
You put your phone back in your pocket and walked back down the walkway where Yelena was obviously running out of patience. There was a part of you that wanted to ask her to go inside so you could talk to him in private, he was always less of a dick head when others weren’t around, while the other part of you wasn’t in a hurry to be alone with him at all. “Wanda said she’s going to be here in five minutes, is there a reason you’re still here or do you get off on being somewhere you’re not wanted?”
He glanced back in your direction, his eyes locked with yours. “She might not want me here,” he pointed at Yelena and then to you, “but you do. You can tell yourself whatever lie you want, Yn, but you’ve never been able to lie to me.”
Before you got a chance to tell him where he could shove the finger he was pointing at you, Wanda had pulled into the driveway. She walked up to Yelena before ever meeting your eyes, she made sure she positioned herself perfectly when she gave Yelena a hug and asked her how the trip was, her back facing you.
“Yeah, yeah. You two missed each other, I love that for you both.” You were getting slightly impatient. Between waking up early, traveling, not getting a chance to relax, Druig and Wanda stalling, you felt like you were going to explode. “Can someone who isn’t Druig please fill in the gaps for me?”
Wanda turned to give you a look of sympathy, then spoke to Druig. “Bucky’s home, he’s waiting for you.”
“He’ll be fine,” he began to walk away, but turned to give you one last look, “I had a promise to fulfill.”
Thankfully Wanda had jumped right in and explained everything, from how she met Bucky to the Druig of it all. Apparently Druig introduced them and it was love at first sight, you ignored the voice in your head telling you that this was his plan all along. That he knew short of a funeral, the only way you’d come back was Wanda getting married. You would be giving him way too much credit if you actually entertained that thought.
“I’m sorry,” Wanda said, pulling you out of your thoughts, “you said once that he was tolerable now and I just kind of assumed it wouldn’t be an issue.”
“Yeah, because I live in a different time zone, not because he’s a tolerable person!” You pouted. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m here for your big day not to make you feel bad. The wedding is in what, three days? I can handle being around him for three days, but only because it’s you.”
“I’m glad you feel that way because,” she hesitated for a moment and then braced for impact, “he’s going to be helping you set everything up in the backyard, Bucky put Druig’s name down to accept everything as it gets dropped off just in case you got delayed arriving.”
“That’s, that’s fair.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “So what can I do for you now that I’m here?”
Wanda smiled and hugged you, excited that you weren’t upset with her. Not like you ever could be. “I just need you to come over at some point tomorrow to try on the dress and I’ll give you the itinerary for Friday and Saturday then. Friday is pretty much just you and Druig setting everything up and then Saturday I basically just need you at my side.”
It could have been worse, all you really had to get through was Friday, and Yelena being there would give you a distraction. You would only have to be around him for a minimal amount of time the day of the wedding if you played your cards right. At least that’s what you thought.
“Yelena,” Wanda said in a hopeful tone, “you can help Yn on Friday if you want but if you don’t feel like being a human buffer, my brother is driving to the city to pick up a few cases of wine and I’m sure he would enjoy your company.”
She knew what she was doing. She knew Pietro and Yelena had some weird unspoken thing. You were on Facetime with Wanda one night and she was with her brother, Yelena had gotten home and popped in to say hi to Wanda and then gave her full focus to Pietro. You ended up giving her his number before they completely hijacked the call.
They texted all the time but never talked about meeting in person. To your knowledge she didn’t tell him she was coming to the wedding, and you suspected Wanda had kept it a secret too. Yelena was never the serious relationship type, but you had a feeling if anyone could change that it was Pietro.
She looked at you, silently asking if you’d mind. Of course you did, but you weren’t going to hold her (or anyone) back because of your personal issues with someone. “Go and hang out with Pietro, I’ll be fine.”
“You sure? Because,” she paused, “I texted him when we got here and we already have potential plans. I was waiting to see what your schedule looked like before we made anything official.”
“Tomorrow too?”
“He wanted to show me around but since you’re free most of the day I was just going to push that to Friday.”
You thought about it for a moment, going over your options. The selfish part of you wanted to see if you could just be the third wheel for the day, but since you didn’t really make plans outside of helping with the wedding you decided it wasn’t fair to do that. You got to see Yelena everyday, if she was comfortable going off gallivanting with Pietro then you weren’t going to get in the middle of it. Maybe they’d be the next ones to have a last minute wedding. “No, you go and have fun! It’ll probably take my mom half the day to show me all the changes to the house, I can entertain myself after that.”
“Well that sounds depressing.” Wanda chimed in.
You laughed and rolled your eyes at her, “Do you really think I have the attention span for that? No, I’m going to walk around and be nostalgic. See where I end up. Nothing super dramatic.”
“Oh good, we wouldn’t want that.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at you. “If you want, you’re more than welcome to run errands with me.”
“No offense, but I’d rather spend the day with Druig. I don’t even like running my own errands.” You all couldn’t help but laugh at that.
After that Wanda had gotten a call from Bucky, something about the cake. She excused herself, reminding you that her offer still stood, and you and Yelena went back in the house. 
~~
The next morning Yelena woke you up, letting you know that she was leaving. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
You sat up to check the time, 8:07, there was no point trying to go back to sleep. “Yeah I don’t care, I”m going to get ready and head out soon too. Text me if Pietro gets weird, I’ll call you and fake an emergency or something.”
She knew you meant it, and you knew you wouldn’t have to do it. 
Over the next hour you ate breakfast with your parents and indulged them when they asked if they could show you everything finally. Again. When the tour was over you quickly got ready and rushed out the door before they found a way to keep you inside all day.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with them, you did. It was just that you knew they wanted you to move back home and you didn’t want to give them the chance to bring it up. It was easy for them to let you go the first time, they were under the impression you’d come back when you decided you weren’t going for your bachelor’s degree. That was three years ago and their “subtlety” of convincing you to come back was getting more and more obvious.
But of course when you dodge one bullet another one comes flying, or however that saying goes. Druig was in your parents driveway. Scratch that, Druig and his motorcycle were in your parents driveway. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for you for 20 minutes.” 
“Did I wake up in a reality where I asked?” 
He swung one leg over the bike and put on his helmet, offering you an extra one. “I heard you don’t have any plans today.” 
Damn Wanda. She told him on purpose.
Your curiosity got the better of you, “And you made some for us?”
“No, but you can accompany me to mine.” Was a smirk permanently plastered on his face? It infuriated you to no end. Unfortunately, for no one but you, it also made him super attractive.
“Fuck you.”
“You weren’t on my to do list today but I can add you to it if you want.” Did he really just say that?
“Excus-” The sound of his bike roaring to life cut you off. You couldn’t make out what he said after that, but he extended his arm and offered you the helmet again.
Both of you were a bit surprised when you took it. You had never been on a motorcycle before so when Druig grabbed your hands and put them around his waist you flinched away from him. “Do you want to fall off?”
Obviously not. “Fine. But just know-”
“That what? Being this close to me drives you crazy?” He grabbed your hands and put him around his waist again, holding them a little tighter than he did before. “You’ll get over it.”
He revved his bike, probably so he didn’t have to hear yet another response to another one of his slick comments, and began to drive through the neighborhood. You had no idea where he was taking you and was slightly too afraid to open your eyes to guess. 
For the first time since you found out it was him who fell out of your window you started to wonder why you were entertaining Druig and his antics. Was it for Wanda’s sake? Could therapy be working more than you thought? Maybe the distance had allowed you to outgrow him enough for it to not hurt anymore. Two things you decided that you knew for sure was that time and distance made you forget the feelings you had for him, and having to hold onto him for dear life solidified that they were back.
After what felt like an eternity, you felt the bike turn right and slow down. Only when it was no longer moving and had gone silent did you feel safe enough to open your eyes.
“You don’t gotta stop holding me,” he put a hand on your thigh and gently squeezed it a couple of times, “but you gotta let go of me long enough for us both to get off.”
Feelings be damned, his cocky attitude brought you back to reality. You let go of him and got your feet on the ground as quickly as you could. “You wish. So, where are we?”
If you took a moment to look around before you asked, it would have been obvious. “When did they close it down?”
“Last year.” The movie theater was your favorite place to be growing up. Not just because of the movies you saw there, but because of the easily accessible roof that you and everyone your age would hang out on after your respectable movies were over. Before things got weird between you two, you and Druig were attached at the hip and the roof was your favorite spot to hang out. After things got weird, you stopped going as much and eventually not at all. You never knew if he continued to go or not. “But they never took down the ladder.”
He gestured for you to go first but you stood there frozen. “Why are we doing this? Why did you bring me here?” 
“Can we both just cut the act for a bit? I’m not used to it anymore.” His tone was laced with exhaustion. 
As much as you related to his words, old habits do die hard. “Then take me home, wouldn’t want you getting used to being around me.”
He pointed from you to the ladder again, “Climb the damn ladder, Yn.”
You complied, convincing yourself you were only doing so out of pure curiosity. 
When you got to the top you realized why Druig wanted you up there so badly. There was a huge blanket spread out with nice outdoor furniture set up around a cooler and a picnic basket. A lot of thought seemed to go into what was obviously a last minute thing, but you wondered why it was a thing at all. Why would he want to spend more time together than necessary?
“Take a seat,” he put his hand on the small of your back, encouraging you to once again take the lead, “it took Pietro way too long to get these up here.”
You took a seat on one of the chairs while Druig took the one across from you, but not before almost taking the one beside you. “You would make him do all the work.”
“That’s not what I said.” He began to take out food from the picnic basket, attentively placing what looked to be sandwiches, chips, and sweets out on the table. Your favorites. “You have a habit of taking everything I say the wrong way.”
“I do not.”
He grabbed two drinks out of the cooler, handing you one and keeping the other for himself. “Okay, not always. But to be fair he offered to do most of the heavy lifting, something about getting a workout in before meeting up with that scary friend of yours. And I made the food.”
“I can’t wait to tell Yelena you think she’s scary. “ You said before you took a bite of your sandwich. 
“Oh I’m sure she knows, someone doesn’t get to be that terrifying by accident.”
Conversation stayed light for the rest of the time you ate, from what you majored in to the auto repair shop he opened a few years ago. It felt nice to just talk to him again without any hostility, like it used to when things were normal. Being in a secluded environment was the key, you doubted it would be that easy at the wedding while being around so many people who were secretly waiting to see which one of you take things too far first.
Then Druig had to go and ruin it. “So can we talk about it now?”
“Talk about what?”
His eyes came close but they wouldn’t quite meet yours. “About how we went from being inseparable to me having to beg Wanda for updates on your life.”
If Druig was right about anything, it was you taking what he had to say the wrong way. “Are you fucking serious? You don’t remember?”
“What? No I meant-”
You stood up and walked towards the ladder, “I don’t care, I really don’t. I’m leaving. Unfortunately I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Stop.” He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you in closer by your hips. “I remember exactly what happened. I was about to apologize for it.”
The way the light hit his blue eyes had you hypnotized. “I'm listening.”
“If either of us was a lost puppy it was me. I didn’t realize it at first, not until I found out you were leaving. I showed up at the twins house to tell them my revelation, begging them to tell me what I could do to make things right.” His train of thought was all over the place but so was your concentration. His left hand was still on your hip while his right had traveled its way up to your cheek. “Wanda told me your plans, Pietro said I should show up and tell you everything. It felt selfish to tell you something so heavy after finding out how excited you were to leave, I always thought things would just somehow go back to normal in college or something..
“So I drank my feelings and showed up at your house. I said something that hurt your feelings, again, and you snapped and I said some fucked up shit. I went to tell you that I loved you and ended up doing the exact opposite.” 
If he said anything after that your brain didn’t register it. You only had water but it felt like you drank a whole bottle of wine. Before you knew it your hands were pulling his face closer to yours, closing the small amount of distance there was between you. 
His lips on yours felt foreign, yet welcoming. More than. 
The way one of his hands comfortably held your jaw while the other was tangled in your hair sent a fire through you that you had never felt before. When his tongue swiped over your lips you knew you were a goner, he swallowed the soft moan that escaped your lips. Druig had made you feel a lot of things over the years but in that moment he made you feel at home.
“Stop,” you put your hand on his chest and pushed away, forcing space between you. “This can’t happen.”
You didn’t stay to hear him out, but that didn’t stop him from following you down the ladder and begging to understand what just happened.
“Yn, talk to me! What the fuck happened up there?” You both walked past his bike and down the sidewalk. There wasn’t anywhere you were walking to exactly, you just wanted to get as far away from the moment as you could. “Did I do something you didn’t want me to?”
There was something in his voice that made you stop. “No, really no. But this,” you gestured between the two of you, “can’t happen. I’m only here for two more days and-”
“Then stay.” 
“It’s not that simple, Druig.”
“Why not?” He pleaded with you, asking a question you didn’t even know the answer to.
“Look, I promise to act normal tomorrow and for the wedding, I won’t tell anyone, Wanda will have the wedding she deserves and me and Yelena will go back home and you’ll never hear from me again!”
He scoffed and you swore you could feel him roll his eyes, “Can you stop being so dramatic?”
You ignored him the rest of the way back to your parents house. Eventually he stopped trying to get your attention, the only indication of his being behind you was the sound of gravel crunching beneath his boots.
Instead of paying him any mind you brainstormed of non life threatening illnesses you could quickly expose yourself to so you had a perfectly reasonable excuse to be a horrible friend to Wanda and miss her and Bucky’s wedding. The answer was none.
After what felt like hours and many blisters later, you and Druig eventually made it back to your childhood home. Much to your surprise though, a familiar car was in the driveway. “Pietro?”
Before you got halfway up the driveway a blur of silver hair came out of nowhere and picked you up into a tight bear hug, almost tackling you to the ground. “Yn, I’ve missed you so much! How did your date with Druig go? I didn’t think I’d get to see you until later.”
“My what?” You pulled yourself out of his grasp. “Is that what he told you it was?”
“No?” He admitted, obviously confused. “I just figured you both decided to stop being stubborn and were ready to admit your feelings for eachother.”
“I did.” Druig said proudly, “I think it’s physically impossible for her to stop being stubborn though, probably would combust or something.”
“That sounds more thrilling than being here right now.”
“Told you.”
Before you could get another smart ass word in, Yelena had finally come outside. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” you lied, “I was too afraid to get back on Druig’s bike so we walked back. He was just saying goodbye.” You walked into the house and went straight to your room, ignoring the worried questions of your parents. You got to your window in time to see the guys back out of your driveway, probably on their way to Druig’s bike.
You were worried Yelena would have a hundred questions about what had happened, but that was silly. She knew how to work through your issues when you couldn’t. When Yelena found you in your room she came with the only thing that could stand a chance at putting you in a better mood (no matter the season), hot chocolate.
“You don’t have to talk about it,” she reminded you, handing you one of the mugs she held, “but Pietro filled me in on some things that have happened since you left. He said he’ll come back later if you want.”
“Yes,” you grumbled, “but not if he wants to talk about him.”
“I’ll let him know.”
While you waited for Pietro, and dinner, you listened to Yelena as she told you about her day. As she spoke about all that Pietro had shown her, you noticed how much she really liked him. You had never heard someone talk so highly of Pietro. Hell, you have never heard Yelena talk highly of anyone, ever. She didn’t outright say it, and you didn’t dare bring it up, but you could tell it was going to be really hard for her to leave. 
As much as you hated to admit it, so obviously you planned to take it to the grave, you were going to too.
It was that one thought that you let slip through the cracks that caused a mental avalanche. Flashes of you afternoon with Druig, all of the hurtful things he said and did when you were younger, him following you home, remembering you still have two more days with him, thoughts of what things could be like if you stayed…
Yelena never noticed how zoned out you got, but Pietro did.
He stood in the doorway, taking both of you off guard. “You’ve both been so lost in your own worlds, neither of you noticed me standing here for five minutes.”
“You’re an adult,” you stood up to take the boxes of pizza out of his hands, “you could have said something.”
“I figured one of you would have noticed the smell of pizza.”
Yelena opened the first box and looked disgusted, “Because this isn’t pizza. It’s buffalo chicken on pizza dough.”
“Ah but you said pizza dough, so you admit by default it's a pizza.” He replied to her in the flirtiest manner you had ever seen. He was absolutely smitten with her as well.
“You better have gotten something we like too.” You added for no other reason than to remind them you were still there.
The rest of the night flew by too quickly. After dinner the three of you went to the backyard, it was too nice not to enjoy it. The apartment you shared with Yelena didn’t have a yard of any kind, but at least it had a decent sized patio balcony. But even then your neighbors got really weird if you and, or Yelena were out there too late. Not weird like leaving passive aggressive notes on your front door or anything, you almost wished they did, but instead they would lean over the wall that separated you and would insert themselves in the middle of whatever you were doing.
That wasn’t something you weren’t used to though. Even though the distance between your childhood home and the neighbors was pretty spacious, that didn’t stop your friends from just showing up in your backyard. It didn’t matter if you were home or not, it never bothered you. 
It only bothered you when it stopped.
“I miss this place.” You whispered. You didn’t even realize you said it outloud until Pietro asked you to repeat yourself.
“I said there’s too much space.”
“That’s not what you said.” He accused, the gears clearly turning in his head. “What would it take to get you back here?”
You didn’t quite know what the right answer was, so you just said the only thing you knew for sure. “If Yelena isn’t a stone’s throw away from me then I might die. Do you want me to die, Pietro?”
“If that’s the case,” Yelena quickly added, “our lease is up soon. I wouldn’t mind moving here with you, I like it here.”
“You like a guy here, that’s not the same thing.”
“Don’t pretend that that’s not the same reason why you do and don’t want to move back.”
“Yele-”
“No,” she cut you off, “someone had to say it to you. Pietro said you liked him and I didn’t believe him until yesterday and again today. The way you talked about him I truly believed you hated him, but the way you look at him.. The way he looks at you! The way you talk to each other, even. Your parents even see it! He took you on a date, he quite literally told you he loves you! What’s holding you back?”
“It just feels like another set up!” You blurted out. “I feel like the second I admit how I feel, Druig and his friends are going to all come out of nowhere like we’re on an episode of Punk’d or something.”
“You couldn’t,” Pietro laughed out so hard he had to fight to catch his breath, “ahh, you’re hilarious.”
That didn’t do anything but annoy you. “Can you stop laughing at me and find your words?”
“I’m sorry,” he took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes, “it’s just that you couldn’t be more wrong. Druig hasn’t hung out with that crown since we graduated, he only hangs out with me, Wanda, Bucky, and the guys at the shop. And your parents sometimes.”
“My parents?” They never mentioned him.
“We all do, we basically grew up in your backyard. They’ve always been like second parents to us. One more thing,” he moved from his seat to sit directly in front of you, “if he ever sets you up to look or feel stupid again, I’ll knock his teeth out.”
“Only if you beat me to it.” Yelena stood up, ready to defend your honor then and there.
Pietro stood again from his seat, sizing her up. “Is that a challenge?”
“Ew stop flirting in front of me,” you stood up too and told them you’d be leaving, “I got to go to Wanda’s to try on my dress. I’ll think about what you said on the way there, you two have fun and if I don’t see either of you before your mini road trip, please be safe!”
When you got to Wanda’s house it was slightly after 9pm and thankfully it was just her and Bucky. He seemed really nice, you understood almost immediately how Wanda had fallen in love so quickly. There was something about the way they were just so genuine with each other, you had never seen Wanda so happy with someone. You were so distracted by them that you almost forgot why you were there, the dress.
It was a floor length lavender dress with a short flutter sleeve, thankfully it wasn’t anything crazy. Somehow Wanda did indeed get the perfect fit. You hung it back in her closet for Saturday and went back into the living room so spend more time with the happy couple.
Throughout the night Bucky kept mentioning how he wished there was more time to get to know you better and how Wanda was so excited you were there. Neither one of them mentioned Druig. There was no way they didn’t know what happened earlier, and you’d be surprised if Pietro didn’t call Wanda the moment you left. Whatever they wanted to talk about, they weren’t going to initiate it. At least, not out right.
“You’ve never been so quiet.” Wanda stated. “Do you want to talk about something?”
“I can step out if you need some privacy.” Bucky added.
“No,” you told the both of them, “when I’m done processing I’ll let you know.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
~~
When you got to Wanda’s the next day neither her or Bucky were there like you hoped they’d be. It was just going to be you and Druig, who was already in the backyard, and you desperately wished Yelena would have taken pity on you and not go with Pietro. But you swore to her at least ten times the night before that she was fine and you could handle it.
You were wrong.
The tension could have been cut with a knife. You both tried to stay away from each other if you could, but when you couldn’t things were tense. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, he only spoke to you when it was necessary though.
After he would put a table in its designated spot you would go behind him and place the chairs. Since it was a small backyard wedding, the couple decided against the traditional seating for the ceremony and just have everyone sit at their designated table instead. Their backyard was big enough so no matter what it wouldn’t be too crowded.
When he was done you expected him to start the next project, but when you went to grab more chairs he was already bringing more your way. “You don’t have to help me.”
“But I want to.” You wanted to tell him that he can’t always get what he wants but you opted to just let him do what he wanted. 
When that was done two men started to bring back the pieces to the arch and put it together. The flowers were going to be delivered the next morning, so once you knew it was correctly assembled you snuck inside for a moment to yourself before the next project. 
All of the silence gave you time to actually think and process all that had come to light, and the longer you thought about it and really thought about what Pietro had said you knew you had to make a decision. 
There was no real point in going back home other than to get your things, the lease would be up in just over a month. You and Yelena were going to renew it when you got back but you had no obligation to do that. There was no doubt that your parents would let the both of you stay with them until you found a house close by. That was if Yelena didn’t move in with Pietro, which you would absolutely love and support. 
You and Yelena had talked about it some when you got back the night before, she told you that she didn’t expect to want to stay but she did. Admitting that you felt the same way was like admitting defeat at the end of the night you both agreed to think about it and talk about it again after the wedding.
If someone were to have told you the week before that you’d be back in your hometown, hanging out with Druig, thinking about moving back - you would have suggested they seek professional help. You never would have guessed that you’d be standing in the middle of Wanda and her future husband’s kitchen thinking about what to do about the Druig of it all.
“Hey,” he walked into the kitchen as if your thoughts of him summoned him there, “we just have to hang the lights around the trees and the arch. Did you want to take a break and order lunch?”
“Yeah that’s fine, get me whatever you’re getting. I’ve got cash.”
“Pizza good? And don’t worry about it, it’s a ‘thank you’ from the happy couple for all our hard work.” He pulled out his phone and put in the order. The two of you weren’t standing too close, but it felt like he was the center of gravity and was trying to pull you in. When he was done and walked out of the kitchen to the living room you followed, your younger self would have been disgusted.
Everything became too much at once, so many decisions were unofficially made at once and the only one you didn’t have a solution to was less than five feet away from you. Even though you knew how he felt and what he wanted, you didn’t know how to say out loud that you felt the same. It wasn’t even something you admitted out loud to your therapist.
“I’ve decided I’m moving back.” You tried to stop yourself, you really did, but the awkward silence was getting out of hand.
He looked at you like you had three heads, “What? When?”
You knew what he really wanted to ask. “Probably in a month. I haven’t told anyone yet, I just decided about 15 minutes ago honestly.” 
“Is Yelena moving too? Aren’t you two a packaged deal?” He leaned back in his seat, probably didn’t want to seem too eager or show how excited he was about your decision.
“Yes, well, kind of. She wants to move here too but I think her plans include Pietro more than they do me, which I’m totally fine with.” And you were, you wouldn’t have ever entertained the thought of moving anywhere if your best friend wasn’t going with you. Her having someone that makes her happy was more than worth it.
He smirked at your answer. “So Wanda and Bucky are getting married, Yelena and Pietro are going to be in a honeymoon phase of their own.. Where does that leave us?”
You knew he was going to bring it up eventually, you just hoped he would have waited until you unpacked your belongings first. “Why would there be an ‘us’?”
“We could be friends, we could be more, or we can just go back to ignoring each other. I just want to know so I can respect your boundaries.” He almost sounded sad, it surprised you how much it made your heart ache. 
That made you want to talk out everything then and there, but fate had other plans. The doorbell rang and Druig stood up to go get the food. After he got back and you were done eating you had no idea how to bring up the subject again. You convinced yourself that it was fine, that talking it over with Wanda and Yelena first would help you sort your thoughts.
The rest of the decorating went pretty quickly, some of the things had to be done the next day so you volunteered to get up early and do those since you’d be spending the night at Wanda’s anyway.
Since the guest list was so small, Wanda and Bucky decided to pick one friend each to be their maid of honor and best man. Neither of them wanted to do anything crazy for their bachelor/ bachelorette parties either. Bucky and Druig were going to spend the night at Pietro’s doing whatever Bucky decided he wanted to do, and you and Yelena were staying with Wanda to have a spa/ movie night. 
It was there, while the three of you were applying your mud masks, that you told them your decision. “So unless Druig opened his mouth and told you before I got to, I’m-”
“Finally dating Druig?!” Wanda interrupted, a little too excited.
“Ugh you too?” You threw yourself backwards on her living room floor. “No, I wanted to be the first to tell you and Yelena and I are moving back here next month.”
“WHAT?” She jumped from her stop on the couch and onto you. “This is the best wedding present ever! I can’t believe you’re coming back.”
“You’re crushing me, get off.” You laughed half seriously. 
She got off of you and went to hug Yelena, “I’m so excited for us to spend more time together.”
“Me too.” Yelena smiled. You once worried about the possibility of them not getting along, so you were overjoyed that they had a bond separate from you.
The later it got and the more wine you drank, you felt more comfortable talking about the subject everyone (even your parents) wanted you to talk about: Druig.
“Are you going to date him?”
“Are you going to take it slow?”
“Is he a good kisser?”
“Does this mean we can do couples vacations now?”
“I bet you two are going to be the couple that is just obsessed with each other, but in a cute way.”
“Can you two let me decide my feelings first before you plan my wedding?” You didn’t even blame them for their questions and comments, there was a part of you that wanted to fully let loose and talk about how you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, but there was also a part of you that didn’t want to celebrate too soon.
“Decide??” Wanda emphasized dramatically, “Are you going to look at me in my face and pretend you’re not in love with him?”
Yelena was right behind her. “And he’s even told me he’s in love with you, too. So why aren’t you two together yet?”
“Because…”
“OH! I have an idea!” Wanda yelled and ran to her bedroom. When she came back she had your phone in her hand with Druig’s contact information open. “Call him and tell him how you feel.”
“No, this night is supposed to be about you. You call Bucky and gush to him about how much you love him.” She rolled her eyes at your comment and looked for Yelena to back her up.
To your surprise she actually backed you up. Well, technically. “No, Pietro sent a voice memo earlier and they’re all very drunk. A text might work though.” 
“Or, and really hear me when I say this,” you suggested after finishing off another bottle, “I could just wait until after the wedding. That way you and Bucky can have your day and I can procrastinate this a little longer.”
“Ugh, fine. I’ve just been waiting for this since high school, seeing two of my best friends happy. Not pretending they hate each other anymore. I’m just so happy for you.” Wanda was drunk but you knew she meant every word she said.
For years she was in the middle of you and his hostility, even though you did everything you could so that she didn’t have to. You never badmouthed him to her, or even Pietro, but you knew they weren’t unaware it was happening. They knew it was something they couldn’t fix, but at the end of the day you were their friend and seeing you hurt, hurt them. 
“No Wands, I’m happy for you.” With that, the three of you called it a night. The morning would be there before you knew it.
~~
You woke up before anyone else and decided it was your job as maid of honor to make sure Wanda was taken care of until it was officially Bucky’s duty. There was no way you would be able to do that without caffeine so you pulled out your phone and ordered coffee and breakfast for the three of you before the flowers were scheduled to be delivered. 
Yelena was the next to wake up. The two of you sat on the porch and talked about your plans for the move before Wanda woke up.
“So were you thinking about moving in with Pietro?” You got straight to the point, just like she had with you.
She looked at you in disbelief. “We just made things official, I need at least a year to get used to being so close to him before I think about that. You know how I am. Besides, I’m not ready for us to not be roommates yet. That’s too much change at once.”
You jokingly threw your head back and laughed, “Oh thank god, I feel the same way! About wanting to still be roommates and too much change. I feel like I’m going to make a mistake somehow.”
“Me too. But this feels like a step in a positive direction.” She put her hand in yours. “We’ve outgrown our apartment.”
“Yes, so naturally the next move is my parents house. I love that for us.” You said sarcastically.
That snapped her back to reality. “We’re looking for a place the minute we get on the train. I love your parents but I can’t be a recluse there, I need that time to myself or I’ll go insane.”
“Oh you don’t have to tell me twice, I fell asleep looking at places last night.”
The front door opened and a sleepy Wanda walked out, “Did anyone make coffee?”
“No,” you laughed at how well you knew her, “but in one minute a delivery driver will be here with some.”
She sat on the other side of you and rested her head on your shoulder, “You’re the best.”
Just like you predicted, a car had pulled up and a delivery boy stepped out with your breakfast. You nudged Wanda’s head with the shoulder she was leaning on so you could get up, “I know.”
From there the morning got unexpectedly chaotic. The flowers got delivered thirty minutes late and the person who was supposed to help you arrange them had apparently called out, so you spent longer than planned getting them all in their proper arrangements on each table and around the arch.
Time wise everything seemed to work itself out in the end. Wanda and Yelena were showered by the time you were done, but only just, meaning you would have been waiting for your turn anyways. To your surprise there was just enough hot water left for you to get through the shower, it only got cold at the very end.
When you stepped out of the bathroom you were faced with a new set of problems. Wanda’s blow dryer broke when she was almost done, leaving you and Yelena with wet hair and the risk of frizz.
“Let me make a call, y’all just start on make up.” You excused yourself and called the first person you thought of. “Druig?”
“Good afternoon, sunshine. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
You got so distracted with his flirting you almost forgot why you called. “I need a favor, are you busy?”
“I could never be too busy for you.”
You knew he could tell you were smiling by the sound of your voice. “Can you go over to my house and get my hair dryer? Wanda’s broke?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
You thanked him and walked back to the guest bedroom to find more appropriate clothes. The last thing you needed was for him to see you in a towel, he would have found a way to bring it up the rest of the day.
When you went to check on Wanda and Yelena things finally seemed to be going smoothly. Yelena had never worn much makeup so she finished up pretty quickly. Wanda’s makeup style always depended on the occasion, and for her wedding she went for more of a non-makeup look. Her foundation was light and dewy while her eyes had a natural look to them. You had just got done helping her apply a set of very subtle eyelashes when you heard a knock at the door. “Be right back, y’all figure out what you’re doing with your hair.”
The walk to Wanda’s front door felt like it took ages to get to and once you got there you had to work up the courage to open it, but eventually you found it. “Hey, thank you again. I owe you one.”
“It’s no big deal.” He handed you the blow dryer and you ran it to the girls before joining him back on the porch. “Shouldn’t you be joining them?”
“They can wait.” You purposely stood a little too close to him, but not close enough for his gravity to pull you in again. Not fully at least. “I need to tell you something.”
It took all of his restraint not to close the gap between you. “You can tell me anything.”
“I’m sorry about the other day, I was feeling a lot of things at once and I reacted badly.”
That wasn’t what he was expecting you to say but he appreciated it all the same. “No, that was my bad, I threw too much at you at once.”
“No, it was beautiful, really.” You reassured him, “I’ve got to go, but meet me here after the ceremony, okay? There’s something else we need to talk about.”
He agreed, but before he left you both took a half step forward. You leaned your head in quicker than he did and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled his signature half smile and walked back to his bike, “That just told me all I needed to know, darling. I’ll see you soon.”
You smiled and went back inside before Wanda and Yelena got curious, the last thing you needed was to get thrown off schedule right as you had caught up.
When you walked back in, Wanda was curling her hair while Yelena was almost done blow drying hers. They were so caught up in the excitement that they never questioned who had dropped the blow dryer off and why you took a few minutes to come back in, not that you had a problem with that at all.
You had just finished your hair and make up when the caterers arrived, thankfully all you had to do was unlock the door. There was still an hour before the ceremony was scheduled to begin and even though Wanda’s dress wasn’t anything super extravagant, it had probably about one hundred buttons in the back and it took you a little longer than you anticipated. Yelena had taken pity on you and helped you out, giving you just enough time to get dressed before guests and the guys arrived.
“Alright, Pietro texted they should be here in two minutes. I’m going to make sure Bucky stays out back. You,” you pointed to Wanda, “stay away from the kitchen windows, I won’t have him sneaking a peek.”
“Aye, aye captain.” Her smile was so wide, she was barely able to contain her excitement. 
Everything after that was a blur.
The guys ended up arriving before the guests. You supervised Druig and Bucky while they showed everyone to their seats and Pietro joined Yelena in making sure Wanda didn’t get impatient. At least that’s the reason he gave, you were sure he selfishly (yet understandably) wanted to be close to Yelena. Druig tried doing the same with you a few times but you kept finding opportunities to slip away before he got too close, not for any reason other than to watch him get worked up.
When it was time for Wanda to walk down the aisle everyone was in their designated seats, leaving you, Druig, Bucky and his other best friend Steve at the altar. You didn’t get a chance to talk to Steve much but according to Bucky they were basically brothers and he couldn’t imagine anyone else officiating his and Wanda’s wedding. 
The vows were short and sweet but they still managed to leave everyone in tears, they had nothing but love and fondness for each other and everyone felt it. When Wanda talked about falling in love with Bucky, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You tried to keep your attention on her, but Druig’s orbit had pulled you in again. In what felt like no time at all, Steve had declared them Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and instructed them to kiss.
You and Druig followed their lead as they walked back up the aisle and into the house. The plan was for the wedding party to get their food and drinks and join everyone else back outside, Wanda wanted to wait to take pictures during the golden hour before sunset. It had always been her favorite time of day so you weren’t surprised.
“Hey,” you pulled her to the living room, “is it okay if me and Druig step out front for a few minutes?”
She practically shoved you out of the door. “Finally! I don’t care, as long as you're back for pictures.”
When it was just you and him again you felt nervous, like you weren’t in the same situation with him just hours before.
“So,” he started, “what did you want to talk about?”
He stood so close you almost forgot what you wanted to say.
 “Us.” It came out as a whisper.
“Oh so there is an ‘us’?” He brought his face closer to yours, his voice lower than it was before, “Do tell me sweetheart, does this mean you won’t run away after I kiss you?”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
He didn’t take the bait, which you were secretly thankful for. If he did, you two probably would have missed the rest of the party, and even if Wanda and Bucky would have understood you would have never forgiven yourself. “We can save that for later, we only have about ten minutes before we need to get back.”
You tried to suppress a laugh and failed, “You’re such an ass, you just want to hear me talk.”
“I do love hearing your voice.” He admitted.
“Stop flirting!” You gently pushed him back so you could focus better, “I know this is technically new, we haven’t even had a proper conversation about us yet but I’ve known how I’ve felt about you for my whole life. I hate that we spent so many years at each other’s necks and I’m sorry the only way for me to cope was leaving. I know moving back won’t make up for the years I was gone, but I’m hoping we can make up for lost time now.”
He took a moment to let your words sink in. You didn’t know it then, but he had half expected you to tell him you just wanted to be friends (which he would have been more than okay with). So when you all but told him you love him, he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not.
“When do you move back?”
You weren’t expecting him to ask that, but answered him anyway. “We have about a month to get all of our things out, so I guess it depends on how fast we pack. Why?”
He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his chest, “Me and Pietro were talking about flying out to help you and Yelena pack, wanted to see if that would be okay with you first.”
“What?” You smiled at him, “Can’t go a few weeks without me?”
“I just got you back, I’ll go mad missing you.” You wanted to kick yourself for thinking his feelings weren’t genuine.
“Would you judge me for feeling the same?”
“Never.” He leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss, and you would have let him if Pietro hadn’t barreled through the door.
“I know you two are having a moment and I hate to be the one to kill it, I really do, but we can’t wait anymore.”
“Right behind you.” You and Druig walked behind him, hand in hand, to the back yard.
The rest of the night was perfect. You got to witness one of your best friends marry the love of her life, and as an added bonus you got to watch the beginning of Yelena and Pietro’s love story.
Your parents were over the moon when you told them about you moving back, but that was nothing compared to the news about you and Druig. As it so happened, they had been planning your wedding with him since you were kids. Yelena took one for the team and asked them about temporary living arrangements.
Druig took the opportunity to talk to you alone one last time before the night had to end. “You’re not going to get on that train and never talk to me again are you?”
He was mostly kidding but you could tell a part of him meant it. “Not this time, you can get up early and take the journey with me just to make sure if you want.”
“Don’t tempt me.” He held you close, anyone who paid attention would have thought you were swaying with the music. “I’m really glad this weekend turned out the way it did.”
“I am too.” You knew then that you were finally whole again. Everyone you had ever loved were going to be in the same place. The same place that broke your heart and it was put back together again. It felt like the universe gave you a second chance to have the life you always wanted and nothing, not even yourself, was going to get in the way of it happening. 
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Can I request an a-z fluffy hc for Pietro?
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lovie, OFC OFC!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
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pietro maximoff x implied female reader, 1.2k words
found lots of different templates, so I combined parts as wasn't sure
A = attractive (what do they find attractive about their partner?)
— physically: hands, hair, eyes, thighs
— mentally: how kind and considerate you are. your big, loving heart
B = baby (do they want a family? why/why not?)
im in 2 minds - either yes and have a tonne or none. thinking he likes the idea of some of the responsibility, so being an uncle is a good compromise. he probably only wants to spend time with just you, so a kid may get in the way (sorry) 
C = cuddle (how do they like to cuddle?)
on the sofa, huddled under blankets with you half lying on him. legs wrapped together kinda thing
D = dreams (how do they picture their future with their S/O?)
maybe lots of travelling, but eventually you'd both settle down somewhere quiet and grow old together
E = emotions (are they open with their emotions?)
I think he's mostly open with his feelings. not ashamed to cry at a movie. VERY open and vocal about his feelings for you
F = feelings (when did they know they’re in love?)
probably immediately/ after your first date. definitely when he realises how similar you are to him - ie when playing along with is humour
G = gratitude (how grateful are they in general? are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)
I think sometimes he can be a little oblivious, but that doesn't mean he's unappreciative!! he's very grateful for you, and how you love and care for him, just sometimes he doesn't particularly notice your sacrifices - like when you'd put his feelings first. but he's getting better at noticing and in turn showing his thanks
H = honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)
I think he's mostly an open book, and probably overshares on many things - tells you gross stories you don't wanna hear and will tell you other people's secrets too. bit of a blabber mouth
I = injury (how would they react if you got hurt?)
would definitely wanna hurt the person that hurt you. but would also help patch you up if you hurt yourself. probs a bit overdramatic about something minuscule - all up in arms, acting like you lost a limb if you sliced your finger when chopping food
J = jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they deal with it)
yep very, but like the tan one, he knows that only he gets to have you, so that reassures him when he sees you get hit on. he def tries to make the other person jealous while they're chatting you up - would kiss you, or wrap an arm around you, maybe whispers something before walking you away
K = kiss (how do they kiss you? how do they like to be kissed?)
im thinking the chastest and most innocent of kisses are likely to turn into a full-fledged makeout. he's a very passionate guy, so he probs kisses like he's saying goodbye
L = love (who says ‘I love you’ first?)
him. him. pietro! probably way too soon, but he means it and didn't say it just because 
M = memory (what’s their favorite memory together?)
when he took you back home to sokovia to meet his family (and no, they didn't die, everyone is alive and well!) he saw you talk and mix yourself in his culture - like when you help his mum make a meal or play a game with his dad. the whole trip would be one of his most favourite memories
N = nickel (do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?)
yes! he tries to with what he can. it may not be extravagant, but it's thoughtful and special. (or maybe he borrows it from shops) he says when he gets rich and old, he'll buy you anything you want. makes these cute 'promises' about buying you a big house (even though may never afford it)
O = on cloud nine (what are they like when they’re in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their feelings?)
SMITTEN! SMITTEN! SMITTEN!! completely and utterly smitten. it's very obvious and he isn't afraid to show it. he loves you and he wants everyone to know. like in elf, "im in love, im in love and I don't care who knows it"
P = pet names (what pet names do they use?)
any 'sokovian' terms of endearment - milovat/ draga. also thinking baby, but it's said lazily, so not baby, it's baby. the a gets pronounced like an e ??
Q = questions (what are the questions they’re always asking?)
he def asks lots of random questions. mostly 'would you rather' or 'if you had to pick one' - those kinda questions
R = rainy day (what do they like to do on a rainy day?)
def movies on the couch kinda day/ other homely activities. OR you guys go out into the rain and have a cute walk around
S = support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them?)
he's super supportive and very encouraging, even over tiny tiny things - like you send him a text saying that you did food shopping and he replies like you've just cured an illness, but he's not sarcastic about it (that often) he's just a hypeman, like a puppy in human form
T = talking (what do they like to talk about?)
anything and everything. def think he's the type to have verbal diarrhoea. blabbers on about things when you're trying to sleep, or make witty comments about things you see. often you have to kiss him to shut him up
U = understanding (how well do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)
super understanding and in tune with you. he wasn't always like that, but over time he's learnt and got better at it. very empathetic and sincere towards you
V = value (how important is the relationship to them? what is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)
EXTREMELY!! you'd be the only special thing to him. he loves many other things, but not in the way he loves you
W = wedding (when, where, and how do they propose?)
I do think he can be a bit flashy, but would refrain from that for the wedding. he wants it to be a huge celebration with all of his and your family - like a huge party. would be spring/summertime. maybe somewhere exotic ??
X = XOXO (how affectionate are they? in public/in private)
BAHA very. very handsy, and big on pda!! not afraid to snog you in public, or hug you in a queue
so much more affectionate in private, my god. big physical touch kinda dude
Y = yearning (how well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)
not good, not great, at all. texts you constantly, calls you whenever he can, video calls you at night - will have to stay on the phone as you get ready for bed. probs likes to stay on video call overnight just so he can feel close to you
Z = zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)
yes, absolutely. he hates to lose you, so if that means admitting his wrongdoings, he'll do that
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therunawaykind · 7 months
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When You Love Somebody
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None? honestly, I can't remember I wrote this back in May
A/N: Long time no see! I finally have time to post something for you all again! I'm pretty sure this stemmed from a prompt @writing-house-of-m gave me months ago that I for the life of me cannot remember anymore. This very much could be a disaster and mess of writing but nonetheless, enjoy!
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At the start, people were very much against the idea of you pursuing and starting this long-distance relationship…of course, it's completely understandable why the people you knew would be hesitant about something like this. The one consolation you had for this whole experience was that you had met your now girlfriend's twin brother whilst he was on exchange at the college you were currently studying at. You had gotten friendly with the twin who you now knew as Pietro due to being one of the many people in charge of giving information to any exchange or new students. As well as giving campus tours and any queries these students may have regarding the college and accommodation.  
It was on a random afternoon when Pietro was hanging out in your apartment when he got the notification of a Facetime call coming through, being respectable you offered to leave the room whilst he talked to whoever it was for his own privacy worried in case it was his anyone from his family or a significant other. He quickly turned down and dismissed your offer stating that it was only his younger sister. Sitting at the other end of the sofa scrolling on your phone in an attempt to give him at least some privacy whilst they talked….you quickly realised he had all the privacy he wanted and needed as they both started conversing in their native tongue.
Chuckling to yourself as you threw your phone onto the coffee table to start looking through the cupboards to search for what you could make for dinner. As you started taking out the pots and pans the mention of your name made your head shoot up subsequently hitting your head off of the open cupboard, muttering a quiet “fuck” under your breath. You take a deep breath and rub the back of your head as you hear Pietro call out to you “Hey Y/N c’mere a sec I wanna introduce you to Wanda…annndd she also kinda wants to say hi since she saw you in the background.” Your eyes went wide as you realised Wanda Pietro’s younger sister had just seen you go through that whole predicament. 
Sheepishly making your way over behind Pietro to introduce yourself, you waved slowly as you started to furrow your eyebrows “Hey Piet… I thought you said that your sister was younger.” You chuckled slightly at the gasp that left Wanda’s mouth as she started cursing and muttering at Pietro in their native language again as Pietro fell back laughing on the sofa. Glancing between Pietro and Wanda seeing her eyebrow arch as she silently tells him to share the truth, between laboured breaths he starts to sit up saying “Technically technically she is my younger sister-” smirking as you hear Wanda clear her throat “However she is my twin sister I am just 12 minutes older.” You nod your head slowly and let out a quiet “Oh okay cool.” Clearing your throat as you scratch the side of your neck nervously “Hey Wanda can… can I ask you something.” As Wanda turns her attention towards you she grins and rests her chin on her hand “Sure what’s up?” 
“Did you..did you uhh see everything that happened back there a few minutes ago?” 
The second Wanda starts to smirk you know the answer as she slowly nods her head “Oh yeah Y/N I saw everything.”  You purse your lips and nod your head as you start rambling “Cool cool cool cool.” 
Pietro suddenly snaps out of whatever daze he was in “Huh? What, what happened Y/N/N what happened what did I miss that happened to you?” You smirk and pat him on the shoulder “Nothing Piet don’t worry about it. I better get back to making dinner but Wanda it was nice meeting you and hopefully, we can talk again at some stage.” Giving her a lil two-finger salute in goodbye as you spin around on your heels to go continue making dinner. 
What you missed was Pietro smirking to himself and Wanda as he wiggles his eyebrows and she swiftly tells him to shut it. 
It was from that moment on you and Wanda started contacting and talking to each other…Wanda boldly asked Pietro if he could get your number for her, you naively thinking it was innocent and Wanda just wanted to be friendly, not realising it would lead you both to now. 
Packing your suitcases with Pietro for another one of your visits to Sokovia, granted you had been able to pack by yourself to go to Sokovia before. But Pietro warned you this time around you would need his help. The reason being it's winter in Sokovia and you’d severely underestimate just how cold it is during that time and under pack hugely and he really couldn’t handle dealing with the wrath of his sister. Wanda had come to visit you from time to time overall it was just easier for you to visit her on the regular with your college and work schedule being so flexible. 
As the aeroplane started to descend to the runaway you looked out the window and saw just how much snow Sokovia was covered in an amazed “woah” came from your mouth. As you manoeuvred your way through baggage claim and the airport. Whilst you have witnessed and experienced snow back home..this was unlike anything else you’ve ever seen, stepping outside and taking a deep breath in as your eyes scan the exit of the airport taking in all the hustle and bustle whilst also attempting to catch a glimpse of your brunette covered in a beanie and bundled in layers.
Rocking back and forth on your heels as you look around the parking lot you smirk to yourself when you see the beanie-covered head coming your way with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her coat. Exhaling the breath you were holding and smiling to yourself as your breath clouded the cold air in front of you, slowly approaching the grinning brune- redhead? You wrap your free arm around your torso in an attempt to keep in the little warmth you have as you state “You changed the colour of your hair.” 
“Wow no hi, hello, how’s my lovely girlfriend doing? But yes I did, I did I wanted it to be a surprise. You- you don’t hate it do you?” Wanda brings her hands up to the hair that’s cascading down her shoulders touching and playing with it insecurely. “No no! God no! I like it. It’s just the last time we talked…well you were brunette so I was expecting a brunette to come pick me up.” Wanda lets out a sarcastic laugh as she shoves you and notices your teeth start to chatter “Yeah, yeah alright come on before you turn to ice.” Sighing to yourself in relief as you sat into Wanda’s car feeling the warmth inside heating you up, placing your head back against the headrest as you shut your eyes making sure to catch up on all the things you both missed out on as you prepared for the journey to Wanda’s house. 
After a few hours of getting settled into Wanda and her family's home, you assumed the feeling of cold would’ve disappeared by now however that wasn’t the case. You were sitting on the floor in front of their fire with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you with your warmest clothes on trying to get warm. Wanda was lying across the sofa relaxing whilst her parents were sitting together on a separate sofa relaxing as if this was an ordinary day and….actually functioning as normal human beings. Wanda propped herself up on the couch leaning her hand against her temple as she stared at you despairingly as she sighed “Y/N/N honey come up here will you please and lemme try help and get you warm?” As you turned around to face Wanda the only way she could describe the expression you had on your face was pure stubbornness that you couldn’t succeed in getting yourself warm. She smirked to herself and her parents as she glanced at them quickly whilst she was reaching for yet another blanket at the bottom of the sofa to drape it over both you and her. 
The dip in the cushions of the sofa made her look up at you and grin lovingly as she threw the ends of the blanket over her feet haphazardly whilst opening her arms wide for you to lie into. Trying to stop a smile from spreading across your face pretending you hate the idea of being cuddled up with Wanda on the sofa, you sigh heavily as you start getting yourself comfortable in front of her as she fixes the blanket that was already wrapped around you and pulling up the other she threw haphazardly by her feet making sure everything was tucked in tight around the both of you so you would get as much heat as physically possible. 
Wanda leans forward and whispers in your ear “Also honey don’t pretend that you hate this I know you love being cuddled up next to me, besides we need to get you warmed up we can’t be having you this cold for the duration of your stay.” 
You sigh lightly “I know, I know I just didn’t wanna seem… I dunno weak or whatever I suppose in front of your parents for not even being capable of getting myself warm.” 
She purses her lips as she places her hand on your head “Honey I can assure you they don’t think you’re weak or whatever. This type of weather is new to you, your body is getting accustomed to this. I can assure you they just don’t want you getting sick or affecting you badly…so if it takes you cuddling up next to their daughter under some blankets, they don’t care. All that matters is that you get warm and you know….they do say body heat is the most effective way to keep warm.” 
You chuckle slightly as you mumble “I could think of a more fun way of using body heat to get and stay warm.” Wanda gasps slightly as she shoves you forward before grabbing the back of your shirt so you don’t fall off the sofa, “I was making reference to emperor penguins and how they huddle together in the cold….you had to go and suggest that I was insinuating it another way.” Wanda smirks and winks at you as she sees your head turn slightly to look back at her. You shake your head in disbelief and mouth “Oh my God, unbelievable.” 
Getting comfortable on the sofa again Wanda slips her arm underneath your shirt draping it across your stomach, flinching slightly at the warmth coming from Wanda it’s only then that you realise she’s been wearing a t-shirt the whole time as you run your hand up her forearm to hold her hand. “You’re always so nice and warm, how are you always so nice and warm?” 
Wanda chuckles slightly at the comment as she mumbles “Well honey you might not have noticed but whenever I am with you…you’re always cold so I can only assume that carries over to when I’m not with you as well. But it works, that makes us a good combination you cool me down in the summer with how cold your body is and in the winter I get to warm you up. We’re a perfect team.” She grins down at you after stating that, rubbing her thumbs across your stomach and kissing the top of your head. You both divert your attention to the television screen and bask in the comfort and happiness of being with your partner and her parents.
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Masterlist
Kinktober 2023
Smut: 🔥🔥
Fluff: 🌸🌸
Heated fluff: ⭐️⭐️
Friends/very mild romance: 🌈🌈
Angst: 🌨️🌨️🌨️
💙 Collage Imagine
💚 Oneshot
💖 Preference/Headcanon
💜 Quotes
💞 Blurb (very short imagine)
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💥 Marvel 💥
Adam Warlock:
- Virginity 💚🔥
Bucky:
- Nightmare 💙🌸🌨️
- Hike 💙🌸
- Gags 💚🔥
- So Desperate 💚🔥
Fandral:
- Denial 💚🔥
Helmut Zemo:
- Medical Play 💚🔥
Logan:
- Daddy 💚🔥
Loki:
- Hate 💚🔥
- Don’t Care About You 💚🔥
- So Desperate 💚🔥
Pietro:
- Praise 💚🔥
Sif:
- Free Use 💚🔥
Steve Rogers:
- Collar 💚🔥
Thor:
- Sensory Deprivation 💚🔥
Venom/Eddie:
- Monster 💚🔥
Victor Creed:
- Bondage 💚🔥
Multiple:
- Meeting Your Partner 💖🌸
- Asking you out 💖🌸
- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥
😇 Supernatural 😇
Dean:
- Panties 💚🔥
Lucifer:
- Mind Control 💚🔥
Michael:
- Chastity 💚🔥
Sam:
- Deep 💚🔥
🍃 Tolkien 🍃
Aragorn:
- Just A Girl 💚🌸
Arwen:
- Warrior Girlfriend💙🌸
Bard:
- Baker💙🌸
- Break stuff 💚⭐️
- Mermaid 💚🌸
Boromir:
- Sleepy reader 💜🌸
- Princess 💖🌸
Eomer:
- Heart-Shaped Box 💞⭐️
- Queen of Pain 💞⭐️🔥
Fili:
- Size 💚🔥
- Loved You Before 💚🌸
- Undressed 💙⭐️
- Elf Princess 💙🌸
Glorfindel:
- Chanel 💚🌸
- S&M 💚🔥
- So Tight 💞🔥
Kili:
- We Didn’t Start The Fire 💚🌸🌈
- Elf Princess 💙🌸
Legolas:
- She Knows It 💚🌈
- Big Girl 💚🌸
- Edge Play 💚🔥
- Tongue Piercing 💚🔥
Lindir:
- Toys 💚🔥
Thorin:
- 9 to 5 💚🌸
Thranduil:
- Relaxing Day 💙🌸
- NSFW Alphabet 💖🔥
- Old Lady Reader 💖🌸
- Leaving a party 💙🌸
- A kingly tour guide 💙🌸
- Sleeping loves 💜🌸
- Jewellery and Paintings 💙🌸
- Breath 💚🔥
- The Kiss 💚🌸
Multiple:
- Meeting 💖⭐️
- Meeting 2 💖⭐️
- Meeting 3 💖🌸
- Meeting 4 💖🌸
- NSFW 💖🔥
- NSFW 2 💖🔥
- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 💞🔥
- Lindir x Reader x Glorfindel 2 💞🔥
- Favourite Position 💖🔥
- Fairy x Mermaid 💚⭐️
- Elves x Hobbit Women 💞🌸
- Elves Kissing 💖🌸
- Human and Elves 💞🔥
- Love Triangle 💙⭐️
- Kink Alphabet 💖🔥
♦️ DC ♦️
Multiple:
- Threesome 💚🔥
🔮 Witcher 🔮
Geralt:
- Soft Reader 💙🌸
Jaskier:
- Slave 💚🔥
Yennefer:
- Mermaid 💙🌸
⚡️ Harry Potter ⚡️
Multiple:
- Who They Tell 💖🌸
- Crush on You 💖🌸🌨️
- Proposal 💖🌸
- DND 💜🌈
Poly!Marauders:
- Wolfstar💙🌸⭐️
- Jewellery 💙🌸
- 10 Things 💜🌸⭐️
Sirius Black:
- Purity Ring 💞🔥
🪐 Star Wars 🪐
Obi-Wan:
- Stripping 💚🔥
🗡️ Vikings 🗡️
Bjorn:
- Tits 💚🔥
Hvitserk:
- Spanking 💚🔥
Ivar:
- Overstimulation 💚🔥
Multiple:
- Modern World 1 💖🌈
- Modern World 2 💖🌈
✋🏻 Stranger Things ✋🏻
Jim Hopper:
- Uniform 💚🔥
🩸 Twilight 🩸
Alistair:
- Masturbation 💚🔥
Felix:
- Non-con 💚🔥
Jasper:
- Mermaid Love 💙🌸
Paul:
- Bella’s Cousin 💚🌸
📚 Criminal Minds📚
Spencer Reid:
- Peg 💚🔥
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gingiesworld · 9 months
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I See You (6/6)
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Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader
Warnings : Angst and fluff
18+ MINORS DNI
Wanda was beside herself as she lay in her bed, she knew she needed to go to the police and tell them about Jarvis. Everything from when he tried to rape her.
"It will be fine Wanda." Pietro reassured her as she shook her head. Ms Y/L/N had also come by to know what had happened and why Y/N was arrested.
"They're in a detention centre." Y/M/N told them. Miss Maximoff held her hand as she let a few tears escape. "Why did they beat up Stark's kid?"
"It's ok Wanda." Pietro encouraged her, she took a deep breath and struggled to get her words out, so Pietro recalled everything he remembered from that night, leading up to Y/N beating Jarvis up.
"Wanda." Miss Maximoff spoke softly as Wanda cried.
"I'm sorry mama." She sobbed as the two older women shook their heads at her.
"This is not your fault Wanda." Y/M/N told her. "Y/N knew what they were doing."
"But." Wanda tried to tell them about the note and meeting Jarvis.
"It isn't your fault." She told her sternly. "Y/N doesn't blame you for this. They keep asking me how you are."
"I could have stopped him." She whispered as her mom and Y/M/N just observed her.
"No." Pietro told her. "You couldn't have. Y/N wouldn't want you to become some dick's plaything. It was their choice to stop you from doing. They knew what they were getting into."
"I'll tell the police." She said barely above a whisper. "I'll tell them everything."
And that is what she did, she told the police, who also even had the neighbours who had also heard Wanda scream from the house next door. The police had also arrested a very angry Jarvis as his parents were also yelling after the cops as they put him inside the car.
"You did it Wan." Pietro cheered his sister who still looked as broken as the day Y/N was arrested.
"Did I?" She asked him. "Y/N is still in jail and now so is Jarvis, but he will get bail since his parents are rich."
"No Wanda. He has lost every chance at a scholarship or even playing in the pro leagues." He told her. "Besides, Y/N's lawyer will be helping them." He just wrapped his arms around her and held her as she cried.
As the days went by, word had gotten around about Jarvis losing his scholarships and being suspended until graduation. Y/N was still in jail, waiting for things to be cleared up.
Wanda had Pietro, Darcy and Monica by her side as most of Jarvis's friends had started to single her out because of her accusations.
"Slut." One of Jarvis's side pieces pushed her into the lockers. Wanda took a deep breath as she remained on her feet. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before she went to her next class. That was what her days were like for weeks.
One morning as she was stood beside her locker, her friends just down the hall as she was pushed into the locker once more.
"Hey!!" A voice boomed from down the hall, Pietro was stood smiling as Wanda still hadn't recognised who it is. "Leave her alone."
When Wanda had finally looked up, she smiled when she saw Y/N walking down the hall. She just decided to shut her locker and run straight to them.
"I missed you." She whispered into their neck as she ran right into their arms.
"I missed you too." They smiled, holding her closer than before. When they pulled back from the hug, they looked into her eyes concerned. "Has that been happening a lot?"
"Yeah but it doesn't matter." Wanda shrugged as Y/N shook their head.
"Of course it matters." They told her. "I am going to walk you to every class sweet heart."
"What about yours?" She asked them.
"So I'm a little late." They shrugged as the caressed her cheek. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please." Wanda leaned on her toes as Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Neither caring that students were still in the hallway.
"Let's get you to class." Y/N told her, wrapping their arm around her shoulders as she wrapped hers around their waist. Wanda couldn't stop smiling at all. Even the name calling that she still recieved couldn't make her smile fade away.
"So, what's basketball going to be like for you?" Pietro asked them as they shrugged.
"I think my dream of making it professional is over but I don't care." They told him. "As long as Wanda is safe, that is all I care about."
As soon as Y/N and Pietro fell into an easy conversation, Wanda couldn't help but think about if they would resent her in the future. Especially since their dream has always been to play in the NBA.
It plagued her mind for weeks until the end of Junior year. Y/N had noticed that she had sort of drifted away from them and they wanted to know why.
"Why are you being distant with me?" They asked her when she opened her bedroom door.
"I'm not." She whispered as Y/N closed the door.
"You are Wanda. You have barely spoken to me for weeks. You have cancelled on our dates and I need to know why? What did I do?" They asked her as she shook her head. Tears falling down her face.
"I just." She wiped her eyes as she played with the hem of her shirt. Y/N's shirt that she had stolen from them. "I don't want you to resent me."
"Why would I resent you?" They asked her.
"Because you won't be playing for the NBA." She whispered as they smiled softly.
"I don't care about that Wanda." They told her. "Dreams can change. Evolve even and having you by my side for the rest of my life has been my dream for as long as I can remember." They caressed her cheek. "So please don't shut me out, I love you Wanda, so fucking much."
"I love you too." She whispered as they soon captured her lips in their own. Kissing her with an urgency that they have never really felt before. Wanda felt with this kiss that she had found her forever person.
10 years later
"So that was when you knew they were the one?" Billy asked as Wanda ran her fingers through his hair.
"I guess my heart always knew but it took my mind and eyes to finally catch up." She told them both.
"Is that why you both always say I See You?" Tommy asked.
"Yes. It's like our mantra." She told them before kissing both of their heads. "Now sleep before I sell all of your toys." She told them jokingly before she turned out the light. Waiting for Y/N to get home.
When they had finished college, they decided to go into advertisement. Wanting to at least have a stable career to support their family.
"How was work?" Wanda asked as Y/N walked through the door.
"Tiring." They told her with a smile before kissing her cheek. Heading straight to the kitchen. Although Wanda had already cooked dinner, Y/N just warmed their food up before sitting at the table to eat as Wanda cleaned around them. Never expecting Wanda to wait to eat with them. "But it is much better now I am home."
"Good." She smiled before handing them a beer. "The boys wanted to hear about our love story."
"Again?" Y/N smiled as Wanda nodded.
"Again." She smiled as Y/N held her waist, swaying slightly before they kissed her softly.
"I love that story." They told her.
"Me too." She kissed them once more before they resumed their dancing in the kitchen. Living the dream together.
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Mess it up : pt 6 (Series Finale)
Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can
Part of the Mess it up series
Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)
Warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT AHEAD, masturbation (M ), oral (F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, Dirty talk? Cum play if you squint, possessive bucky.
Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams
Notes: WE'RE AT THE END OF THIS SERIES!!! Oh my god I can't believe it. Thank you so, so much for all the love and appreciation you guys have shown to this <3. Thank you for bearing with my tardiness with the updating, I'm planning to be more punctual in the future. I'm also opening the asks shortly. Happy reading! (it's a long one),
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Let it happen. Let it happen
Reader POV:
The conversation flowed seamlessly.
The food and the wine were sublime.
In front of you sat a man so beautiful, he surely would have been Aphrodite’s favourite.
And yet, you felt nothing. Not the flutter of a single butterfly, not the warm fuzz of budding attraction. Nothing. Nada.
Your brain did not compute, Pietro was a great guy. Good looking, kind, intellectual. On paper, he was a good, if not a perfect match for you.
And yet you could not feel that connection that your heart had been longing for. The notorious “spark” had been missing during the entire interaction.
You’re just out of practice, your brain reasoned, but your heart had a different opinion, in which you weren’t interested.
Suddenly, the hair at the back of your neck stood up, a warning of sorts. A warning your intuition gave you whenever he was around.
Surreptitiously you tried looking around, while slightly nodding your head to show your interest in whatever Pietro was talking about. A little more to your left…….
There he was. Dressed in leather, eyes dripping with dangerous enigma. Staring at you.
You held his heated gaze for what felt like sometime, your heart jumpstarting in your chest.
What is he doing here? And more importantly, why?             
You turned your head back towards Pietro, who hadn’t noticed you were distracted, and tried your best to focus on him.
You had promised yourself while leaving the house that you won’t let Bucky ruin this date for you, and you won’t.
But the date itself went downhill from there. Sitting in front of Pietro, you realised how self-centred and smug he was. What you had clearly misjudged as confidence during your brief meeting, was most obviously narcissism. Not only had he not asked you a single question about yourself, he had rudely butted in whenever you tried to talk, hogging all of the conversation and making it about him.
Frankly, you were irritated. In between the ceaseless yammering from Pietro and Bucky’s heated gaze burning a hole in the back of your head, you were exhausted. By the time dessert arrived, you were ready to go home.
But of course, Mr. Self-absorbed Maximoff wasn’t having it.
“What do you mean you’ll be going home now? The night has just started Y/N. Tell you what, come back to my place, we’ll have a couple of drinks and then we can start having some fun.”
Alright, so being polite isn’t working, time to be direct with him and get this over with.
“I don’t think so Pietro. You’re cool and all, but I honestly do not see anything happening between us, based on today. So, let’s just call it a day, okay?” you had already paid your half of the bill, so you grabbed your bag, ready to leave. But just looking at his face, his male ego had been bruised, and he was ready to give you a piece of his mind.
Great.  As if you already didn’t have enough of that all evening.
“Based on today? What are you talking about, we had a great date. Seriously what else do you expect on a first date?! What a waste of an evening! I was saddled with a boring, lacklustre date, a grandma really, and you don’t see me complaining….”
“Men” you thought. You were about to stand up and leave, ready to leave this man to spluttering to himself, when you felt an overbearing presence approach. You immediately knew who it was.
“Is that a way to talk to a lady?” Bucky asked, his voice low and gravelly.
“umm heyyy Bucky? How’s it going?” Pietro was surprised and probably intimidated by him, if you read his face correctly. If he had a bit of self-preservation, he would have left before Bucky would explode, but of course he had to keep talking about how long it’s been since he last saw him to divert his attention.
But the fuming 6ft boulder next to you was having none of that. “Apologise” he commanded, the danger in his voice palpable.
Pietro paled. “I’m sorry, What?”
“If you know what’s good for you, you will apologise to y/n for the way you talked to her, and leave before I kick your sorry ass.”
“How dare you threaten me….” Pietro was now stuttering, standing up to face Bucky, only to have his collar grabbed by the displeased man. The patrons of the bar were now very interested in this exchange, a few of whom had their phones out, recording the ordeal.
You were too tired for this shit, but also you couldn’t leave Bucky here, ready to break your date’s bones.
You tugged his arm to stop him from raining fire at Pietro through his eyes and look at you instead.
“I’m really tired and need a ride home. Drive me back. Please.”
His eyes immediately softened, his rage transforming into tenderness. You tried to ignore your heart going berserk and focus on the crisis at hand.
“Whatever you need, doll”
That endearment had you frozen. It was his nickname for you from years ago, used in secrecy, whispered in dark for your ears only.
The way he said it after so long, unbidden, in front of an audience, had rendered you speechless. You were too stunned to react even as he led you out of the bar by hand, cocooning you away from prying eyes.
Bucky’s POV
Bucky was angry. No, he was furious. Offended.
Not at you. never at you. but at himself. At the shitty situation he was in.
And most of all at Pietro Fucking Maximoff. How dare that son of a bitch talk to you like that. He hated that he left that turd unharmed, his hands still itching to punch that fucker’s smug face. If only it hadn’t been for you.
He looked over at you, lost in your own thoughts in the passenger seat, understandably upset, but also pensive. What would he not give to know what you were thinking.
Did you like Pietro? Were you hoping to get asked out to another date, and he ruined it?
He didn’t dare voice his questions though. As soon as the car stopped you jumped out, slamming the door behind you. normally, Bucky won’t let this slide, but right now the well being of his beloved car was the last thing on his mind as he ran behind you, tossing the keys to the doorman.
He entered the elevator right behind you, but kept his silence as he didn’t want his neighbours in there have a show. As soon as you both entered the apartment, you hurried towards your room, a frantic Bucky in tow.
“Y/N LISTEN TO ME! LET’S TALK ABOUT IT.” He wedged his foot between the door and the frame as you tried to shut it on him. “Y/N HEAR ME OUT FOR GOD’S SAKE!”
Thank goodness Steve and Natasha were sleeping at her place tonight, or that would be another headache to deal with.
He heard you take a deep, calming breath and slowly the door opened.
“Yes, James, what would you like to talk about?” you asked, your eyes burning with rage, “How you crashed the first date I’ve had in years? Or how you viciously threatened a friend of mine, and yours, publicly, with bodily harm?”
You took a step forward, reducing the distance between you even further “Or maybe you can shed some light on why the hell were you there in the first place?”
Bucky remained quiet, a thousand things swirling in his mind, but none of them came to his lips.
He was genuinely scared of this version of you, the menacing lawyer you who’d rip her opposition to shreds. And to be honest, a little turned on. Very turned on in fact.
Trust his brain to malfunction when it comes to you.
“You wanted me to hear you out, I’m listening James.”
Your eyes bore into his, and he could feel his heart trying to escape his chest.
“I was in that Bar to see you, doll.”
Bucky could’ve easily lied, told you that he was there to see someone, that Sam brought him there. But he was done. Done with lying to you, to the world, hiding the love he had for you deep in his heart as if it were a filthy secret when it was the purest thing he ever felt.
From now on, this very moment, he’s shedding that cloak, baring his soul to you.
You looked surprised at his statement but recovered quickly, “Why?”
“Because I didn’t trust that fucker with you. he doesn’t deserve you.”
“And it matters to you, why?”
“Everything you do matters to me. Every breath you take, that air matters to me. Every time you open your eyes, that light matters to me. Each time you speak, that sound matters to me. You matter to me. You’re the only person that has ever mattered to me. Only you doll.” His voice wavered with emotion, but he stood straight, staring right back into your now teary eyes.
He knew you were scared, he could see it in your eyes, but Bucky wasn’t going anywhere. He would endure
You shook your head multiple times before you could speak, “No. no no no no no no, you can’t do this to me again, no. I’m not falling for that again, no. I can’t trust you, there no way to know … no”
You crumbled into him, clutching your heart. He held on to you tightly, even when you started pounding weakly onto his chest. He was never letting you go.
“Let me show you, my love. Let me show you how much I’ve ached for you all these years” he moved back so he could see into your eyes, “Let me show you that you can trust me.”
It started with a small brush of your lips against his. Bucky did not know who did it, he didn’t care. All he cared for was the animalistic desire welling up inside him, his heart and mind screaming with relief. What began as a tender, comforting kiss turned into a fierce war of dominance. You were nothing if not competitive, kissing Bucky back as if he’s your last chance at survival.
He tugged your lower lip; you pulled his hair. You pushed your tongue in his mouth; he tangled it with his.
It was an equal transaction of desperation and longing, and Bucky’s heart rejoiced. You were fighting, not resisting, which meant that you were burnt by the same fire that had consumed him for the past four years.
Your hands wandered down from his hair to his neck to finding the muscles on his back until they reached their destination, the hem of his t-shirt. You impatiently tugged on it, pulling it up his waist. Bucky got the hint, and without thinking, broke the kiss off to get rid of it. And froze.
He was half naked, his chest bare, his magnificent abs on display. But that wasn’t what concerned him. It was the way you were looking at the scars on his left shoulder, the stump where his metal arm was joined to his shoulder socket. Bucky had never cared what anybody thought of it, but seeing you look at it terrified him. What if you were horrified by it; disgusted? What if you thought of him as some charity, as a chore?
Bucky knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but if heard you say it out loud, it would kill him.
You lifted your hand to shoulders, your fingers lightly tracing the ragged lines, that were still red, even after years of medication. Tears rimmed his eyes when you bent down to kiss them, your tongue repeating your finger’s actions. When you raised your head to look at him, full of tenderness and love, all the negative thoughts in Bucky’s head vanished, replaced by reverence for his doll
“Y/N” he whispered.
“Don’t hide yourself Bucky, not from me.” He was too emotional to register that it was your first time calling him Bucky in so many days, but the sound of his name from your mouth aroused a primal, protective, almost violent emotion.
There is no way he is letting you go now. It isn’t physically possible for him.
He grabs you like a frenzied caveman, throwing you onto the bed with surprising gentleness and buries his head in your neck, sucking, biting and licking, ensuring that your neck is marked with his devotion for you. his hand, in the meantime, travelled down to your chest, caressing your breasts. His tongue laved on one nipple, while his metal fingers lightly pinched the other. The opposing hot and cold sensations made you dizzy, a wanton moan slipping out.
“BUCKY” you whined, wriggling your body as he worshipped your breasts.
“Calm down, sugar. You don’t want me tying you down to the bed, now do you?” he said in this sweet, maddeningly low voice that he knew drove you to the brink, and slowly made his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses. His lush lips were swollen already, but he didn’t care. For years he had starved for your taste, and now that he’s getting a bite, he’s gonna devour you all.
With this new determination he slinks down to your thighs, kissing the scattering of hair on your mound before sinking into that sweet perfection between your legs. He took a deep breath, inhaling your arousal, your whines growing more insistent, begging and pleading him to do something, anything about the burning craving in your belly.
“You’re fucking soaked for me doll.” He said, gliding his fingers through your slit, collecting your dripping arousal . He couldn’t resist putting his fingers into his mouth, tasting that sweet tangy essence of your desire. He moaned, loud , as if it was the most delicious this his tongue had ever tasted.
You looked on, your eyes dazed by this shameless side of the well mannered Bucky Barnes. It had been so fucking long since you’d seen him this uninhibited, you sometimes wondered whether it was your brain making up how filthy he used to be.
But right here, right now, was the truth. James Buchanan Barnes was the filthiest, nastiest lover ever, and he was about to ruin you, again.
He slowly licked your slit, relishing in the feel of it. And then, after a calm second, pounced on your pussy like a mad man.
He kissed and sucked your clit, his flesh hand busy with your pussy while his metal one curled around your thigh, spreading it wide and keeping you still. His index finger slowly inching in your tight entrance. His brain short circuited at the feel of you around his finger, his cock throbbing painfully at the thought of being in you.
“Look at you doll, so tight, so wet. I’d have to stretch you out now, don’t I?” He added another finger, scissoring them inside you, earning a particularly loud moan from you. Bucky was sure by this time he had rendered you to your cockdrunk state. It was a thing you did, retreating to your subspace as he drew out pleasure from your body.
The thought that you still trusted him him enough to leave your guard down like this drove him crazy. “You want more baby?” he implored, digging his metal fingers in your skin so that you’d become lucid enough to answer him, but you were too far gone, lost in the sensations of him.
Just then an idea hit him, he extracted wet warm fingers from your pussy, eliciting a cute whine from you, and switched hands, pushing his metal fingers past your entrance.
The unfamiliar feel and cold temperature of the metal jerked you out of your haze, a surprised welp coming out of your mouth as he smirked, bending down to give you a messy kiss. He kept bombarding your mouth, nose and cheeks with sweet open-mouthed kisses, just as he increased the pace of his fingers pumping into you faster and harder, curving them to brush your G-spot in a way he had learned to years ago. His thumb rubbing cool slow circles on your clit.
Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was rutting on your thigh, his still clothed cock dripping with pre-cum, finding sweet relief while hem focused on your shivering, writhing body. He knew by the intensity of your moans and the clenching of your pussy that you were close, you just needed something extra to tip you over the edge. And boy, did Bucky know how to do that.
He knelt back to your pussy, lightly taking your clit between his teeth while his tongue swirled on it. It was enough to push you over the edge, and you screamed out as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. Bucky didn’t let go though, doing it over and over again even as your pussy was convulsing around his fingers, until you came again with a frightening intensity.
Reader’s POV
You’d almost passed out, unaware of your surroundings, unaware that Bucky was jerking himself off as you lay there, the sight of you bare and blissfully satisfied more than enough for him to chase his own release. You’d closed your eyes, ready for a much-needed sleep, when you dimly registered his loud moan and a warm spurt on your abdomen. You drifted to your dreams with him whispering in your ears, of how much he loves you, of how he’ll never let you go, of how he’ll bring the world to your feet, if you let him.
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Your eyes fluttered open to harsh sunlight seeping from the window. You tried to keep them closed, to stay in that heavenly state for a little bit more before the reality comes crashing in. but when you finally couldn’t, your heart started palpitating with realization.
You were naked, nestled comfortably in Bucky’s arm, who naked as well, gloriously so. Last night came rushing back to you, of how he make you cum so many times on his face and fingers, how he came so filthily on you then. How he woke you up in the middle of the night just to kiss you again, make promises with his tongue and fingers.
Fuck ! you were screwed. The only way your brain could function normally right now was if you put some distance between the two of you.
You tried to pry yourself from his arm, hot and heavy over your waist, his warm breath coming down the back of your neck. This is the thing that you have craved the most all these years, the peaceful home in his arms, the comfort of knowing that there’s a place in this world where you can be soft and fragile.
But can you, really?
Wasn’t all the pain and heartache you’ve suffered because you were weak, vulnerable, breakable, for him?
There no fucking way you’ll allow that to happen, not when the life you have sleeplessly worked towards is finally within your reach, you will not squander it over this man, not again, not when he didn’t care about the first time around.
With some difficulty you’re able to get out of his hold, only for him to whine adorably in his sleep. Quickly you pull down his discarded black T-shirt over your head. Since the both of you were in your room, you had to be super quiet about getting your bag, which had a few of your necessities, most importantly your laptop. You crept in the washroom and the adjoining closet, collected your toiletries and clothes as quietly as you could and stuffed them in there. You’d care about orderliness later.
But right when you thought you could tiptoe you way out of this mess, He is awake, sitting against the headrest, the pout on his sleep mussed face betraying his displeasure.
“You sneaking out on me Doll?” His husky morning voice melting your inside, before you tamp it down.
“I have to….leave. Something came up” You lie through your teeth, too flustered to even make it convincing enough.
“I wonder what exactly could be so urgent that required you to leave the bed without a word, and pack your bag, all in a span of five minutes?” His eyebrow arched, guilt streaming your mind. You’d definitely be hurt if it was him doing the same, but how could you stay? In the same room, the same bed with the same man who’d once ruined you. Sure, the past few days were beautiful, your heart alive with hope.
But the fear of him crushing it was too overwhelming. Overwhelming enough for you to let your mask out stoicism slip, baring your terrified self to him.
“I can’t do this Bucky” you said quietly, your voice breaking as you were at the edge of tears.
Within a second, he was there, holding you as you broke down, finally letting your years of supressed angst and heartbreak pour out in front of your culprit. It was cathartic, painful, relieving and sickening.
He held you through it, as you cried, as you hit him on his chest multiple times. When the sobs stops quaking your body, you finally turned to see his tears, his eyes and nose reddened, his face scrunched in pain.
“Let me make it better, Baby.” He pleaded. “Give me one chance and I will make it better my sweet girl. Let it happen.”
Your wounded heart whimpered, deep down knowing that his was the only salve that will soothe it. the words “Yes, I will” were sitting on the tip of your tongue, but years of hurt and insecurity made you sceptical. What happens when you give in to him? What happens when his discards you again? when your relationship has lost its novelty?
“Loving you was difficult Bucky. The secrets we kept, the lies we told, it was super challenging. But learning to unlove you? that has to be the toughest damn thing I’ve ever had to do. I have been trying to do just that for the past four years. And I’ve still not succeeded. Don’t make it more difficult. Please Bucky.” A few more sobs whacked you as you tried to get away from, death grip on your bag as you slowly turned towards the door.
“We can forget that this ever happened. I’ll go to San Francisco; I’ll handle Steve too. You can go on with your life and I will go with mine.” You repeated the same words he had told you all those years ago. You cursed your voice for quivering, as you prepared yourself to leave him, once again.
Bucky stood up straight, rubbing the tears from his face. His voice had recovered its timbre as he spoke, “You wanna go Doll? Fine. Go. You can go to San Francisco, to London, Fuck it baby, you can go to the fucking arctic. Go wherever, but there ain’t no way I’m forgetting this. Us. And I sure as hell won’t let you forget. Because I’ll follow you, all ‘round the Earth if that’s what it takes to earn you again.” He took a step towards you, his eyes burning with passion and determination. “I’ll leave all of this, everything, I’ll leave my name if I have to, but I’m not backing off, not when I know that you crave this as much as I do.”
“If you don’t have the courage to take the leap, that’s okay baby. Cause I will dive in, just for you.”
“Why?” Its all you could muster up.
“Because a life without you my love, is not a life worth living.”
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Can’t Help Falling in Love Chapter 8: Surprise!
Summary: Y/N takes Wanda out for a special day with the goal of proposing at the end of the night
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N
Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Y/N, Natasha Romanoff, Pietro Maximoff, Peter Parker
Warnings: May induce tears
Word Count: 2.5K
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As Wanda was getting ready for their day out, Y/N managed to sneak downstairs to talk with Natasha, who was sitting at the table in the kitchen drinking coffee.
"We're leaving as soon as she gets dressed," Y/N said.
"You got the ring?" Nat asked as she looked up from her mug. Y/N patted the front pocket of his jeans. "Don't lose it," she smirked.
"The ring or my mind?" he joked.
"Both," she chuckled as she took a sip of her drink.
"Well I guess I'll text you when we're headed back," Y/N said. He turned to head back up to his apartment.
"Hey."  He paused to look back at Natasha.
"Don't worry too much. You and I both know she'll say yes." She smiled sweetly up at him as she took another sip of her coffee.
"Thanks, Nat, for everything," he smiled back.
When Y/N returned to his apartment Wanda was sitting on the bed getting her shoes on. She wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans, brown boots, and had her favorite oversized hat and sunglasses next to her. Y/N felt a tad overdressed in his light blue button down, jeans, and brown chukka boots. He anxiously began to roll up his sleeves to make himself feel more casual. She looked up from her boots to him.
"You look nice," she approved as she eyed him up and down.
"So do you," he responded as he pushed his sleeve past his elbow. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah."
"I'm excited for today," he admitted as he reached his hand out for hers.
"Me too." She gave his hand a comforting squeeze. Y/N felt his heart leap into his throat. It was going to be a long day.
The day couldn't have started any better with lunch at the Hilltop. It was their go-to spot for after mission pick-me-ups. They laughed and reminisced over hot chocolates with whipped cream and stacks of wildberry pancakes dripping with butter and syrup. Y/N found his tension melting away like butter as they ate and talked for ages. After lunch they walked through the quaint village hand-in-hand to the farmers' market by village hall. They walked in silence as they basked in each other's presence and the beautiful spring day. The trees were budding and the air was sweet with the scent of fresh grass.
At the farmers' market Wanda came alive. She loved going from booth to booth talking to the various farmers and sampling their different products. Y/N observed her as she became a completely different person. This was a side of her he rarely saw but absolutely adored, the side of her that wasn't a superhero and wanted nothing more than to have her own quiet piece of land in the country so she could have her own gardens. They spent a couple of hours buying fresh fruits and vegetables, freshly baked pastries, jars of jellies and pickles, freshly cured meats, and, of course, a bouquet of sunflowers. Wanda was beaming as they walked their purchases back to the car. She was planning all the different things she could make with her latest finds.
After they loaded the bags into the car, they walked the two blocks to the Book Nook. It was their favorite local bookshop. Y/N discovered it when he first moved into the Compound and had introduced Wanda to it shortly after they started dating. The shop itself was small. Every wall was crammed with bookshelves that were overflowing with everything from the latest best-sellers to dog-eared paperbacks. Y/N watched as Wanda wandered the aisles, running her fingers across the book spines. She was intentional as she searched through the fiction section. She paused at books that caught her eye, pulling them out to read the summaries on the backs. He half-heartedly did the same. But Y/N was more focused on Wanda: the way she leaned into the bookshelf as she read through the books, how she brushed her hair behind her ear as she bent down to read the titles on the lower shelves, the way she stuck her tongue out when she was concentrating...He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against a shelf as he watched her stretch to replace a paperback from the top shelf. He smiled as he watched her give up, check to make sure no one was looking, and use her magic to send it back up. Wanda suddenly realized that Y/N was staring at her.
"Did you find something you like?" she asked.
"I'm looking right at it." Wanda blushed at his words.
"And why do you like it?" she teased.
"I think you already know." He slowly walked toward her, glancing over his shoulder briefly to make sure they were alone. They were in the back corner of the store hidden between two shelves and the wall.
"Tell me," she coaxed as she played with one of the rings on her finger.
Y/N felt his mouth dry up immediately. His hands felt clammy and sweaty and his heart was pounding in his chest.
"Everything. I like every single little thing. I like the way you light up a room full of people. I like the way you come alive at the farmers' market. I like the way you throw Pietro across the room when he irritates you. The way you hum the same song to yourself when you write up reports, the way you're never afraid to speak your mind, the way you make me feel safe, how you help me to be vulnerable, how you never laugh when I cry at movies, how you hold me when I wake up with flashbacks, how you make me a better man, your kindness, your smile, your laugh. I like everything about you, Wanda. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." His hands felt numb as he fumbled for the box in his pocket. His whole plan had gone out the window but he didn't care. He was doing this right here and right now. Wanda gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as Y/N dropped to one knee and pulled the velvet box from his pocket. "Wanda, will you marry me?" he asked as he opened the box.
Wanda froze for a second, absolutely gobsmacked by the sight in front of her. As she came back to her senses she began to nod enthusiastically. "Yes," she whispered as tears began to run down her face.
Y/N's legs were shaking as he stood up and removed the ring from the box. He had regained some feeling in his hands but he still worried that he would drop the ring. He reached for Wanda's hand. As he slid the ring on her finger it felt like time had completely stopped. The universe consisted of the two of them, hearts racing and breath shaking, in this infinite moment.
"It's beautiful," she breathed as she admired the sparkling emerald that was resting on the golden band.
Y/N rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand as he held it, making sure to caress its newest addition. "I'm glad you like it," he replied as he smiled down at her.
"I love it."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Wanda wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug.
Y/N wrapped his arms tight around his fiancé not wanting to let her go. He buried his head in her hair as he nuzzled her neck. He was so unbelievably happy. The day had gone perfectly, well...almost perfectly. The romantic waterfront proposal was kaput. He hoped Nat wouldn't be too upset over all her hard work going down the drain.
Knowing it would cause Wanda to giggle, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, leaned back, and lifted her up off the ground. She laughed: it was the most glorious sound he'd ever heard.
"Oh god, we're getting married!" he realized aloud as he placed her back on the ground.
"Yeah," she blushed. "Yeah we are."
Y/N leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. He smiled into her lips, relishing in the ecstasy of the moment. As they broke apart, he saw the radiant smile beaming across her face. He leaned his forehead against hers as he grasped her waist.
"You know, Nat's gonna kill me for screwing up this plan we've been working on all week," he mumbled.
"So is that why everyone's been so weird all week?" Wanda asked, her eyebrows raised in feigned shock.
"Yeah," he admitted. "Nat and Yelena are setting up a picnic for us right now and that's where I was supposed to propose."
"Pietro-?"
"He found out last night. Yelena had him under penalty of death if he spoiled the surprise for you. Everyone knows, actually. I told Nat first. She drove me into the city to buy the ring last week. And we've been working out details since then."
"Well I was definitely surprised. And I'm glad you didn't ask me at a picnic...it would've been such a cliche," she said as she rolled her eyes.
"Since when do you care about cliches?"
"I don't. I just thought it sounded good." She reached up to give him a quick peck on the lips.
"That's my girl," Y/N sighed as he kissed her forehead. "But we should probably get back and-"
"Tell everyone?"
"Yeah."
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The drive back to the compound was full of excitement. Wanda was giddy talking about what her dream wedding from her childhood looked like. Planning the wedding would take a fair amount of time and effort but they were having fun throwing 'what if' scenarios out there.
As they got out of the car and headed towards the Compound, Y/N noticed Pietro and Yelena peeking through one of the windows. Before he could blink Pietro was standing in front of them.
"Hey guys! How's it going?" Pietro was fumbling over his words.
"Good! Why?" Wanda decided to have a little fun with her brother.
"No reason. Well, I mean I thought you two were...y'know...after lunch...'" He was gesturing toward the river with his head and eyes.
"What?" Y/N asked, catching on to what Wanda was doing.
"You know..." Pietro leaned in close to whisper in Y/N's ear. "The plan."
"Plan? What plan?" He looked at Wanda, who shrugged. "No idea what you're talking about. We're gonna put away our food and then go for a walk."
Pietro had a dumbstruck look plastered on his face as Wanda and Y/N headed for the door. They were giggling as soon as their backs were turned to him.
"Wait! Don't go in there!" Pietro yelled as Wanda opened the door for Y/N.
"Too late!" Wanda yelled back as Y/N dashed inside.
The two were doubled over in laughter as they got into the elevator.
"Okay, he was acting a little weird back there, I'll give you that," Y/N relented after he managed to stop laughing.
Wanda shot him a look. "Told you so," she murmured.
When the doors opened, Y/N and Wanda were shocked to see Peter standing in front of them holding a bunch of balloons in one hand as he scrolled on his phone with the other.
"Wha-?" His jaw dropped. "You guys aren't supposed to be here yet!"
'What are you talking about?" Wanda asked.
Peter looked extremely uncomfortable as he struggled to string a coherent sentence together.
"PETER! WHERE ARE THOSE BALLOONS?" Natasha bellowed from the kitchen.
"What on earth?" Y/N wondered as he started walking toward the kitchen.
"Wait! Y/N you can't go in there yet we're not-"
Y/N turned the corner into the kitchen and saw a banner taped to the cabinets that read "CONGRATULATIONS Y/N AND WANDA!"
"Ready..." He weakly finished his sentence as Wanda pushed past him. "Oh man, I'm so in trouble now."
Wanda and Y/N looked at each other, the two of them thoroughly confused as to what was unfolding around them.
"About time you got here, I sent you to get those balloons like what, twenty mi-" Natasha stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Y/N and Wanda standing in front of her. "Umm, what's going on?" she asked.
"I think I could ask you the same thing," Y/N retorted as he looked around the room.
"It's just a..." Nat couldn't finish her sentence. The ring on Wanda's finger distracted her.
"Surprise!" Wanda grinned as she held her hand up to show off the engagement ring.
All chaos broke loose at that moment. Everyone was running up to congratulate Wanda and Y/N on their engagement. She proudly showed off her ring as everyone complimented Y/N on a job well done. Through the commotion Nat managed to pull Y/N aside to tell him that she'd been planning a surprise engagement party for them the whole time.
"If there's any couple that deserved an engagement party it would definitely be you two!" she explained.
They set out the contents of the picnic basket for everyone to enjoy while Tony went out to buy an absurd amount of champagne. The afternoon was spent toasting the happy couple, giving Y/N unsolicited marriage advice, and asking Wanda where she was going to buy her dress. It was the most normal the two had felt in a long time and they were relishing every second of it. The party went well into the evening when the booze finally ran out.
After the party fizzled out everyone headed their separate ways, Wanda and Y/N headed to the elevator at the end of the hallway. As the door shut after Wanda pushed the button to take them back up to their apartments, Y/N came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She shrieked at the unexpected contact and turned over her shoulder to look at him. He was resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Do you want to know why I asked you to marry me?" Y/N asked.
"Sure," Wanda giggled, placing her hands over his.
"Because your shoulder is the comfiest chin rest ever," he teased as he began swaying the two of them from side to side.
"That's exactly what every woman wants to hear," she groaned as she playfully swatted his hand. He squeezed her tighter in response.
"Don't ever leave me," he whispered as he tilted his head to fully rest it on her shoulder.
"I'm not planning on it, Hemingway." She turned her head to look at him.
"Good. Life's better when you're around."
Wanda couldn't help but smile.  
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the-iceni-bitch · 10 months
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Darling, You Killed Me
Relationship: rock god!Thor x college!male reader (eventual CEO!Carol Danvers x reader teased)
Words: ~4.6 k
Summary: Meeting your celebrity crush goes much better than you had planned.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, m receiving blowjob, protected anal sex, maybe unrealistic size kink, multiple orgasms, feminization, minor degradation), male reader, tall reader, athletic reader, age gap, meet cute, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: It’s pride y’all! This month I’m gonna be doing my best to celebrate all my fave queer couples and also introduce you guys to some new ones! And we are starting things out with perhaps the biggest bang possible by introducing you guys to rockstar Thor and all the goodness that comes with it.
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“”Wait, Yel!” You laughed a little louder than you normally would when the tiny blonde kept dragging you further forward through the crowd, still feeling a pleasant buzz from all the alcohol you had to drink before you arrived at the concert venue. “We’re missing Kate. And Wanda and Pietro.”
“They’re already at the front with Peter and Shawn.” Yelena squeezed your hand and grinned at you over her shoulder as she kept pulling you after her. “C’mon, spike. What good is having a giant for a friend if you don’t use your height to make people move out of my way?”
“Excuse me for being polite… sorry!” You shrugged uncomfortably when you bumped someone with your elbow, waving when you finally saw Kate bouncing on her toes with the rest of your group right by the stage. “Everyone is gonna hate me for blocking the view.”
“They’ll get over it.” She jumped to kiss you on the cheek then gave Kate a hug. “I’m so bummed Johnny couldn’t come but this is fucking amazing. Maybe we’ll get some spit on us.”
“You’re so weird.” Peter shook his head and beamed at Yelena as he leaned on Wanda’s shoulder. “But I’d let Fandral step on me, so what do I know?”
Everyone started to ramp up to debate who the hottest member of Aesir was, but then the stadium lights went down and the spotlights illuminated the stage and the crowd seemed to hold its breath.
Smoke filled the stage and a single, mournful note from a guitar wavered through the air at the same time the deep throb of a bass drum’s beat began and the crowd went fucking insane. Yel basically climbed you until her legs were wrapped around your waist and she was screaming in your ear when the shadows of five people appeared through the fog. Not that you minded, since you were whooping right along with her.
The guitar started to speed up and everyone got even louder when they recognized the opening notes of “Darling, You Killed Me.” Flashing lights lit up Sif first on the drums, a grin on her face as she spun her sticks through her fingers and winked at the crowd then started drilling out a heavy rhythm that you could feel in your chest. Next was Volstagg on bass, his thick red hair kept away from his face in a braid that swayed with his movements as he started plucking out a rhythm. Then came Hogun on keys, a soaring melody washing over everyone when he began to play. After Hogun, Fandral was illuminated, flicking a blonde curl out of his eyes with a toss of his head and beaming wickedly at the frenzied masses as he gave them a thoroughly dramatic strum of his guitar.
And then, finally, a trio of golden spotlights focused on the lonely mic in the middle of the stage and a sweet, low voice greeted the crowd as the god of a front runner for maybe the biggest band in the world was revealed to the crowd.
“Well, hello there New York. I’m Thor and this is Aesir. How are you all doing tonight?”
Judging from the absolutely wild and unhinged shrieks that filled the air, along with what you were pretty sure were several pairs of panties and a few bras, the answer to that question was insane and horny.
But who could blame them? Every single member of the band was like a god, mysterious and otherworldly and charming in all their leather and metal, with intricate braids in their hair and tattoos covering their skin. Just the chance to touch one of their boots had the throng of fans behind you pressing you into the stage until Yelena and Pietro gave them a pair of intimidating looks.
As gorgeous and unattainable as the rest of the band was, the main object of everyone’s attention and obsession was definitely the massive, built, gorgeous lead singer and guitarist, Thor. He was the only thing you could look at, that deep voice making you shiver and your dick get half hard every time his eyes seemed to focus on you.
Which was such a weird thought. He couldn’t see you. He couldn’t see anything with all those lights on him. You were just way too drunk and maybe a little moony from being this close to your biggest celebrity crush.
All through the rest of the show you just kept watching him, smiling like a goddamn lunatic until your cheeks ached. It was probably… no, it was definitely the best night of your life, with all of your friends who seem to be just as giddy as you. You all were smiling and shouting nonsense at each other that none of you could hear over the music and the screaming crowd until the lingering notes of the last song died out and the arena lights came back up.
“Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit…” you were starting to freak out as you and your friends made your way backstage, squeezing Yel and Kates’ hands while they dragged you along and giving Shawn a nervous grin when the bodyguard unclipped the velvet rope and let your group past. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”
“You’re not allowed to throw up unless it’s all over a rock god’s dick, spike.” Kate laughed when you spluttered as your face got unbearably warm. “Just enjoy yourself, make some memories to tide you over when you have to go back to writing your damn thesis on Monday.”
You shrugged uncomfortably but couldn’t say anything because all of a sudden they were there. More specifically, HE was there.
It felt like your tongue was too big for your mouth and your jaw was about to hit the floor as you just stood there dumbfounded while you watched the most famous people you’d ever seen in your life greet Yelena and ask about her sister like it was no big deal. You must’ve looked like a moron with your mouth hanging open, not even managing to get yourself even a little bit under control by the time Yel started to introduce everyone, you barely even registered it when she said your name.
“You’re lucky you even got to see him.” Yelena was still talking about you, but all you could focus on was the way Thor’s eyes were practically boring into yours before you dropped your gaze to the floor with a nervous titter. “Always so busy with grad school or volleyball practice, had to drag him here tonight.”
“Well we’re so happy you managed.” There was a very large hand pressed to the wall beside your face all of a sudden and it made your breath catch, just barely peeking through your lashes and trying not squeak when those same intense blue eyes were fixed on your face. “I would have been very disappointed if I hadn’t gotten to see your pretty friend, Belova. What do you want to drink, pretty boy?”
“Hmm?” Was he talking to you? Holy shit, he was… what was happening? “Um, beer is fine.”
“Beer it is.” Thor grabbed a newly filled cup out of Volstagg’s hand and ignored the bassist’s offended grunt as he handed it to you. “You’re quite tall.”
“Yeah…” you decided to stare at the bottom of your cup while you chugged its contents to try to settle your nerves, only vaguely aware of the conversation the rest of the group was having when Pietro let out a boisterous laugh.
“Did little Yelena tell you that I have always been particularly fond of tall boys?” The feeling of his fingers gripping your chin and tilting your face up until your eyes were level with his was making you practically vibrate.
“Nu-uh.” Words seemed to escape you at the moment when you saw his gaze drop to your mouth and licked his lips almost obscenely. You also may have dropped your cup.
“Well I do.” Oh shit, his thumb was tracing over your bottom lip and this could not be happening. “You wanna get out of here?”
“Yes! Yes he does!” Yelena and Kate almost tripped over each other when they rushed towards you and tried to shove you into your jacket before you could even think, beaming between you and the rockstar while your mouth worked silently and your eyes bugged out of your head. “Yes you do.”
All you could do was nod enthusiastically then almost swallow your tongue when Thor wrapped his massive arm around your shoulders and started guiding you towards the door, giving your friends a terrified look over your shoulder while they just gave you thumbs up then went back to talking to the rest of the band. Before you even knew what was happening you were outside waiting for the car to show up and looking at Thor with huge eyes as you struggled to come up with something to say.
You didn’t know what the fuck had come over you. You hadn’t even said a full sentence to the man and you were about to get into a towncar with him and let him fuck you… you didn’t even know where you were going. Oh, his home, he just told the driver to take him home, Jesus Christ. Good thing there was a minibar in the back, you needed something to settle yourself down so you could hopefully enjoy what was about to happen to you.
As soon as you had downed and tossed your second mini bottle of tequila his hand was loosely gripping your neck and he was pulling you towards him, his lips finding your ear and sucking on it while you just let out a truly pathetic sounding whimper as you gripped his shoulders. His breath was warm against your neck and the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat was insistent on your waist while he pressed your body against the passenger side door. He smelled like cigarette smoke and leather and clean sweat and you had never been more aroused in your entire life.
“You are so sweet for such a big boy.” He licked your jaw and purred when you flung one of your legs over his lap. “You ever sucked a god’s dick before, love?”
This was going to be the death of you. You were ready to sink to the floor right away and bury your face in his crotch while you humped his boot before choking on what you were sure was going to be the most magnificent cock you’d ever seen in your life. The opportunities for you to suck dick were few and far between. Every single date you had saw how big you were and just started calling you daddy and slobbering all over you. It wasn’t fair, you loved sucking cock.
Of course, if this was going to be your only chance to get in bed with a rock god, you were gonna make the absolute most of the opportunity.
“No.” You wound your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes as you gave a lewd roll of your hips, feeling flushed from the alcohol and especially bold when he growled at you. “And I’m not gonna tonight unless you ask me real nice.”
He froze, blinking slowly as he stared at you and making you feel slightly panicky when he still didn’t say anything while you chewed on your lip. And then he laughed, a beautiful, warm, booming laugh that made him toss his head back and pull you closer while he squeezed your waist. That thunderous sound made you feel so fucking giddy you almost giggled when you buried your face in his neck, at least until he gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so he could look you in the eyes.
“You sneaky little minx.” Thor grinned when you gasped as he smacked your ass, tutting when you tried to grind into his lap and pouted at him. “Made me think you were so sweet and shy and pliant. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”
“Maybe, maybe not.” You groaned when he bit your bottom lip and squirmed when you felt more blood rush to your dick. “You have to be sweet first.”
“Do I now?” Thor grabbed your ass again and jiggled it, growling while he bit along your jaw and licked your throat. “I usually save that for after.”
“Hmm, well I want it now.” The limo came to a stop and you kissed the tip of his nose before climbing out, groaning when his massive hand wrapped around your throat from behind and hit your ear. “Just say please, and maybe I’ll let you feel how tight I am.”
“Brat.” He laughed and swatted your ass again, shoving you into the elevator and beaming at you as he ran a hand through his golden hair. “Alright… please get on your fucking knees and suck my cock like a good boy.”
His voice had somehow gotten even lower and it made you shiver. Without even bothering to check in there were cameras you sank to your knees right in front of him and rubbed your cheek over his incredible bulge that held the promise of something truly monstrous. You were already drooling, your own cock throbbing and leaking as you undid his jeans as you kept looking up into his eyes. It was short work, his zipper coming down in a flash and then your hand reaching in and wrapping around him and…
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Yep, monstrous. “Fuck me.”
“Later.” Thor growled and grabbed the base of the flan python he had been hiding, slapping it against your cheeks until you opened your mouth wide and let him slide between your lips. “I told you to suck like a good boy.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice, your tongue swirling around his velvety head while you hollowed your cheeks and used your hand to stroke his shaft. It was, without a doubt, the biggest dick you had ever had in your mouth. This was confirmed by the ache in your jaw and the way you gagged messily when he shoved his tip down your throat.
Thor hit the brake on the elevator so he could truly enjoy the sight of you on your knees, leaning on the wall and grinning down at you while you slobbered all over him. He groaned when you swallowed around him, reaching down with a deep chuckle and wrapping his hand around your throat so he could squeeze his cock even tighter. The feeling was absolute heaven, it was everything you needed. Your eyes fluttered closed when his hips met your face, your body going lax at the feeling of being used so thoroughly and completely.
“That’s fucking it.” Thor shoved you against the wall and braced his thick thighs on either side of your head, his fingers burying themselves in your hair so he could keep you in place while he fucked your throat in deep, slow strokes. “Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Mouth off like a fucking brat and then turn into a dumb little baby as soon as you have a dick in your mouth. Bet you wish you could get shut up with cock all the time, don’t you pretty boy?”
As much as you tried to nod, you could barely move your head, not with him holding you tight and his massive cock filling your throat. So you just whined around him, drool dripping down your chin in thin strings and staining your shirt. It was getting harder to breathe, both from the enormous blockage of your airway and from the heady pleasure of finally getting what you so desperately needed.
“Ah, stay with me!” You started when he smacked your face, your cheeks heating up when he laughed richly at your eyelashes fluttering as he started moving just a little bit faster. “You don’t get to pass out yet, love. Now, swallow.”
That was the only warning you had before he was swelling in your mouth and then exploding down your throat. You swallowed as fast as you could, gagging and slurping and moaning while you struggled to suck down every thick and sticky drop he was giving you. It was impossible, though, there was so much. Thor chuckled when it leaked out of your lips around the base of his cock, mixing with your drool in a creamy mess that dripped onto the floor when he started the lift again.
When the doors opened you only had a moment to appreciate the beautiful penthouse apartment before he was dragging you to your feet and kissing you all over again. Your limbs felt too long for this, gangly and awkward when he should just be scooping you up in his arms. But he didn’t seem to mind, squeezing your waist and licking into your mouth while you whined with need.
“Please…” You whimpered when he shoved you into the bedroom and gave you a hickey on your jaw, licking your lips as his hands slipped under the edge of your shirt and touched your bare skin. “I want…”
“Begging like a little slut after giving me so much lip.” Thor nipped at your chin playfully before shoving you back, pushing his hair out of his eyes and strutting over to the bar cart on the other side of the room. “Now it’s your turn to be sweet. Strip for me.”
You opened your mouth to argue but something in the way he looked at you had you snapping your jaw closed again. He just shrugged when you narrowed your eyes, pouring himself a glass of vodka and looking at you expectantly while he leaned on the wall. If he wanted a show, you could give him a show.
Thor watched you pull your cum stained shirt over your head slowly, his eyes widening just slightly once your lean torso was revealed to him. It’s not like you didn’t know how you looked. You were an athlete, you spent a lot of time lifting weights and stretching and you were proud of your body. Especially now when the rock god of your dreams was watching you like he wanted to eat you. For just a second you thought about waiting to take off everything until he begged to see all of you, but you could still taste his cum at the back of your throat, and that blow job had gotten you all kinds of worked up.
Your cock smacked wetly against your abs when you’d removed your jeans and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, kicking them away so you were standing there completely bare while his eyes drank you in. His teeth dragged over his bottom lip while you just teased the head of your cock with your fingertips, his throat working visibly when he swallowed another mouthful of vodka before he growled at you in a husky voice.
“There’s lube in the bedside table.” He started sipping his drink again when you opened the drawer and gasped at the toys that greeted you. “Ah, those are for later. Put that ass in the air and open yourself up for me.”
“Fine.” You poured a little when you got on all fours on the bed, resting your cheek against the cool comforter and spreading your legs so your rock god could see your tight little hole winking at him as you spread the firm cheeks of your ass. “But I don’t like a lot of prep.”
That made him growl, the noise sending a vibration through your body even from across the room as you smeared lube all over your fingers. When your first finger slipped inside of your tiny asshole you couldn’t help but whine, slowly swirling it around and plunging it in and out while you did your best to make slutty noises. You could tell they were working, could hear his breath getting faster and heavier as you stretched your hole. The second finger made you gasp, a shiver running up your spine as you scissored yourself open as you heard the sounds of Thor getting undressed behind you.
“That’s enough. God, you really are a dangerous little minx.” Thor smacked your ass once before pressing kisses along your spine, reaching to grab a condom and rolling it over his length while you panted underneath him. “Gonna turn you inside out, boy.”
“No… just a sec.” You sat up and shoved him back, giggling when he gave you a look full of indignation at you pushing him away. “I wanna ride that fucking monster. Lemme feel it in my throat, please.”
“Fuck… dangerous.” His grin was splitting his face in half when he flopped back on the bed, a rich laugh shaking his chest when you scrambled on top of him and straddled his waist. “You’re a fucking show off. Alright, lemme see you work that boy pussy, love.”
Him calling your asshole your pussy had you clenching so hard you were worried all your prep might have been in vain, not that that was going to stop you. You looked into his sharp blue eyes as you reached behind you to grip his thick cock, your entire body shivering when you lined him up and started to slowly sink down on him. Just the tip had you practically seeing stars, a choked off sob escaping from you without your permission as you circled your hips to get used to the stretch. An inch at a time, you made sure to keep breathing deeply, scowling at him when he slapped you and told you to hurry it the fuck up as he didn’t have all night with everything he wanted to do to you.
“Son of a… motherfucker.” You had to bite your lip to keep from screaming when your ass finally nestled into the dip of his hips, your thighs trembling around his waist while he just looked up at yiu with a pleased smirk on his face.
“Look at you taking all of me, and with just two fingers’ prep.” Thor snapped his hips up and chuckled when you let out a gasp. “C’mon love, work that little cunt like the slut I know you are. You begged for this, now fucking take it.”
You might have called him an asshole, since he did give you ass a rather vicious slap, but you started moving. This… this was exactly what you wanted. He was hitting you right where you needed as you ride him, a sultry moan leaving your lips as you started to find a rhythm that made your eyes flutter. Before you knew it you were riding him in earnest, bouncing up and down on his cock wildly and tossing your head back so you could pant and whine as you braced your hands on his thighs. Your own cock was bouncing too, leaning pearly rivers of precum all over his abs that looked like they were sculpted from golden marble.
When his fist wrapped around your dick you screamed, shaking when your cum exploded out of you without warning and hit him in the face. You wanted to splutter out an apology but then he was sitting up and all you could do was squeal, gasping when he kissed you obscenely and made you taste yourself on his tongue.
“Messy fucking boy, knew you were a little slut.” You never thought you would love being called a whore and having your asshole called a pussy while you were full of dick, but here you were. Maybe it was because he had suck a warm smile on his face while he said everything. “We’re not even close to being done, love.”
“Yes… shit!” You cried out when his hands gripped your waist and he started moving you his own damn self, wrapping your arms around his thick neck and clenching your teeth as his cock completely rearranged your guts in the most delicious way. “Fuck my little pussy, make me fucking take it.”
“Yeah, there’s my dirty boy.” Thor sucked on your neck when you sobbed for him, groaning when he felt your dick getting hard as it rubbed against his stomach. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else, may just have to keep you as my slutty little pet, would you like that?”
“Yeah… mmhm.” You hiccuped when he licked your throat, your breath getting punched out of your lungs each time his thighs smacked against the curve of your ass. “Wanna be fucked all the time.”
“Know you do, baby, I’d take such good care of you.” He slapped your ass and nipped at your collarbone. “Make you so fucking stupid, just my dumb little baby.”
He kept talking like that, driving your body up and down on his cock like it took no effort at all even as you were covered in sweat. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but pressure started building in your balls and in your core and as soon as he told you to come you were doing it with a bitten off yelp. Thor grinned when it happened, kissing you again and shoving his tongue down your throat while your brain went to some sweet, fluffy place that you found you enjoyed very much.
Then you were on your back, somehow. You didn’t totally remember how you got there but when you looked up your rock god was leaning over you and grunting while he slammed his cock into your sensitive little hole, and that was a sight and sound you found you enjoyed very much. It was disappointing that I find that you didn’t have the strength to wrap your legs around his waist like you wanted, but he didn’t seem to mind and you were still getting the life fucked out of you so it only bothered you for a minute.
“Greedy fucking boy, what’s that, three?” Thor chuckled when a thin drool of cum leaked from the tip of your cock when you came again unbidden, groaning when you squeezed him even tighter and made his eyes roll back. “Yeah, Jesus fuck you’re good. Such a pretty little slut. Fuck, I can’t wIt to fuck yiu raw? Bet you love being full of cum.” He barked out a laugh when you nodded eagerly. “Knew it. Bet you’ll let me take whatever I want whenever I want, pretty thing. Oh my fucking god, this little pussy is so fucking tight. Shit… ah, fuck!”
Thor leaned down and bit your neck when he throbbed inside you, grunting while his hips stuttered against your ass and he filled the condom. You couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure of having been used so thoroughly sending you to nirvana as you wailed and your poor cock twitched feebly against your abs while you blacked out. He kissed you when you just mumbled stupidly while your eyes rolled in your head, making sure he was very careful when he pulled out so he didn’t overwhelm you.
“That’s it, what a good boy.” Thor smiled when you purred in response and stretched your whole body, a look of absolute bliss on your face while you gave him a sloppy grin before he headed to the bathroom to fill the tub. “Oh yeah, think I’m definitely gonna have to keep you around. May even introduce you to Carol when she’s back in town.”
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fandomnerd9602 · 8 months
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Study Date
Wanda Maximoff x Nerd!Reader (High School AU)
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Dating the most popular young witch at Avengers High hasn’t impacted your grades too much. You went from an A+ to just an A. Meanwhile for Wanda, her grades have been going only up.
She credits her new GPA with all the study dates that you and her do every Friday night. Study being a loose word.
Tonight is one such night. You walk over to Wanda’s house. Pietro greets you at the door. He laughs.
“Good luck” he says before heading out the door.
You head into the living room to see Wanda having decorated the place with snacks, sodas, and even a comfy two person Snuggie.
“Hello detka” Wanda smiles at you while hiding herself under the snuggie. “Are you ready for our study date?”
“I’m always ready to spend time with you” you smile as you drop your backpack and take your spot next to her, under the Snuggie.
"Okay" you try to say, "So from what you told me, you have a big trigonometry test coming up and i thought I could illustrate it to thru-"
Wanda silences you with a kiss, "I know trig well, detka. I just want time with you"
She curls into your side and turns on a movie. Your arms wrap instinctively around her. Wanda sighs against your chest.
“So what we’re we going to study tonight?” Wanda asks you with a little flirt in her voice.
“Astronomy” you answer back.
“But neither of us have that class” she giggles back.
“I know” you get up from the couch and guide her out to the front lawn.
Wanda’s house always sat on a nice hillside overlooking your city. It always gave the best views.
You walk over to your car and pull out the loveseat lawn chair.
Wanda holds the Snuggie to her chest as you set up the chair.
The sun was just beginning to set. You sat down and Wanda settled into your arms again.
“Quite a view, Hufflepuff” she smiles as she curls into your side.
“Just wait” you smile back.
The stars begin to twinkle in the night sky. You begin naming off each and every constellation to your girlfriend. She hums, just clinging to your every word and to you.
“But I got a little surprise for you” you whisper. Wanda perks up.
“For me?” She giggles.
You point up to two unique little stars in the sky. The end points on the stars appear to touch one another.
“Those two stars are brand new in our sky” you explain. “I discovered them last week”
“What? Really?”
You nod, “and for that, I got to name them.” You pull out a piece of paper, official star naming documents. “I named them Slytherin and Hufflepuff”
“You named a star after me?” Wanda giggles as she asks.
“I could’ve gotten you a necklace but those stars, like my love for you, will burn forever and ever”
“And they’ll hold hands til the end of time” Wanda kisses your cheek and then your lips. She pulls herself as tight as she can to you.
“I love you” she whispers against your lips.
“I love you” you whisper back.
“Now take me inside to the couch.” Wanda playfully commands you, “we got a bit more studying to do” she winks.
Wanda Maximoff, your love for each other will outlast time itself.
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